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Through the Wall
Summary: Harry is your handsome neighbour, and you keep hearing him through the wall.
A/N: This is short little one shot I wrote and posted last year to try to get my mojo back, so sorry if it seems familiar.
Warnings: Masturbation and sexual noises.
Word Count: 1.7k
He was at it again. The man next door.
Harry. That was his name. Youâd learnt it a week or so ago when youâd come home with multiple bags of food and heâd offered to hold the door and carry a few upstairs for you. But that hadnât been the first time youâd seen him. Youâd been admiring him from afar for weeks, sneaking peeks when heâd go out for his morning run, or when he was checking his post. Youâd decided long ago that he was attractive, though youâd still been too shy to give him more than a meek smile.
But more than just getting a quick view of him on his way in or out the building, you heard him. A lot.
The building you shared with Harry was a former tenement, an old run-down series of flats from the seventies that had recently been upgraded and remodeled. Though the insides resembled modern apartment living, the walls still remained paper-thin. And recently youâd deduced that your bedroom wall was one that you shared with your handsome neighbour. Harry.
You hadnât realised what it had been at first, the sound coming from behind the wall. Youâd just returned to your room after a shower, ready to retire for the evening and crawl into bed early. The sound had started low at first, like a deep grumble. At first you thought perhaps your neighbour was talking on the phone, his demeanor soon sounding disgruntled, his volume growing through the wall. It wasnât until youâd turned out the light that you heard a second voice. A female voice.
Just brilliant, youâd thought sarcastically. He has a woman in there with him.
Perturbed that heâd chosen to entertain a female on the evening youâd decided to go to bed before ten, you considered grabbing your headphones, or even some earplugs. But that was when the grumbling grew into deep moans. Had you any doubts before that the manâs bedroom was directly on the other side of the wall of your own, they certainly dissipated when you heard the knock of the headboard. Felt it, even.
Nearly ready to leap out of bed and find those God forsaken earplugs, you suddenly heard him speak.
âOh, God!â he cried from the other side of the paper-thin wall.
Perhaps it was the desperate tone in his voice, or maybe the heavy breathing you heard afterwards, but your ears perked up then. As he continued to moan, you were no longer irritated by the sounds, but rather titillated by them. The search for anything to plug your ears dismissed, you laid in your bed and allowed yourself to have a privateâŚconcert.
You realised as the noises and moans increased, you heard less of the female tone. You thought this interesting since in your experience, women tend to be a little louder in bed than men. You wondered if she was sucking him off when you heard the headboard hit the wall again.
âJesus!â Harry gasped at almost the same time you did. âOh, fuck! Yes, babyâŚ.yesâŚohhhhâŚâ
Giggling to yourself, you listened as your neighbour came down from his orgasm, his heavy breaths slowing to a shaky sigh.
Well, he certainly sounds satisfied, you thought. Lucky girl.
That had been the first time youâd heard Harry through the wall. But it certainly wasnât the last. The irony of it was that each time you heard him, you could have sworn there was someone else in the room with him. But the next morning, when you would open your flat door and head for the stairs, Harry would sometimes emerge from his own doorâŚalone.
Not that the guest couldnât have left during the night, or even directly after their shag. That was definitely possible. You just found itâŚodd that no one - male nor female - lingered near his flat to give him a goodbye kiss. Instead, he would smile at you, sometimes offer you a chipper greeting and wish you a pleasant day.
This particular day - a Saturday - youâd headed out that morning for an errand when youâd spotted Harry returning from his morning run.
âGood morning, Y/N,â he waved, his shirt stained with sweat, his thick thighs peeking out from his black running shorts. Damn him. The fact that he remembered your name was bad enough. Now youâd be forced to imagine him behind the wall, sweat dripping from his brow, his wet skin glistening like it was now.
When you returned home, youâd barely unloaded your items from the supermarket when you started to hear the familiar noises.
Bloody hell!, you thought. Itâs the middle of the damn day!
Nevertheless, when you walked into your bedroom, Harryâs moans were intense and lusty. And just like the last time, which had only been the previous night, you found yourself turned on, squeezing your legs together to hold in your desire. As you sat on the bed to listen more closely, you could hear Harry mumbling something, though you couldnât make out the words. Harry panted, his deep moans turning into desperate cries. You began to feel more and more wetness between your legs until you finally rose from the bed to strip.
âFuck it all!â you exclaimed as you climbed back onto your mattress, facing the wall. Your right hand quickly made its way to your already soaking pussy while you braced yourself against the wall with your left.
Whilst Harry continued his sexy sounds, you imagined you were the guest in his room, the one who was making him feel this way - so insatiably horny until he was completely fucked out of his mind.
âOh, God,â he cried out again. âYeah, fuck me, baby.â
With a grin, you paused the stroking with your hand to reach for your bedside table. Opening the drawer, you pulled out your special friend. Happy to oblige, you pretended your girthy toy was your neighbour, whom no doubt was just as girthy. A girl knows these things.
As you slowly lowered yourself onto your dildo, you let out a gasp. Even in your wet state, it always took a little adjusting. But once you were there, you returned your hand to the wall, imagining Harry was inside you. Your jaw slack, your eyes rolling back in your head, you let all inhibitions go. You cursed out loud when Harry did, allowing yourself the pleasure. When your arm could no longer hold you up, you sat back on your knees, your free hand pinching your nipple.
When you heard Harryâs headboard hit the wall, you could feel your own release coming soon. Your thighs weakening and burning, you grabbed hold of your pillow as you fucked the toy harder into your dripping cunt.
âOh, fuck, Harry!â you called out.
Oops. That was loud, you thought. Had he heard you?
You paused - for only a moment though your throbbing pussy would beg to differ - and you could have sworn Harry stopped too. Was he finished? You hadnât heard him come.
Deciding to at least finish yourself off, you started pumping again, the âHarryâ dildo fucking you in just the right spot. You gasped and moaned again, this time not caring about the volume. That was when you heard a chuckle.
At leastâŚyou thought you did.
âYeah, babe, youâre so hot.â You definitely heard that. âFuck me, just like that.â
Your moans become more feral, you lifted yourself up onto your knees again, your hand finding the wall. You scooted closer, until your ear was almost pressing against it. You wanted to hear him come. Needed to.
âYeah, you like that, donât you?â you heard him ask.
You licked your lips as you imagined the query was for you. Another moan escaping your lips, you sped up your hand.
âYou like when I fuck you like this, baby?â
Biting your bottom lip, you nodded, but another cry sounded from your chest.
âYeah, your pretty pussyâs so fuckinâ wet, innit? Just for me.â
âYes!â you shouted, just as a thunderous orgasm ripped through your entire body. âOh, God!â
Thighs trembling, palms sweating, you were no longer able to hold yourself up. You cried Harryâs name several times until it turned into a whisper as you slid down the wall to your pillows.
A low, guttural moan sounded from Harryâs side of the wall followed by a handful of expletives. Then he let out another chuckle.
âThat was incredible, babe.â
Incredible, indeed. ThoughâŚnow that you were coming down from your high, you finally admitted that heâd heard you. He knew it was you.
Holy shit!
Scrambling from the bed, you took a quick shower, wrapping yourself in a massive, plush towel. Laying on your bed, you pondered the idea that Harry might have been trying to tease you all along. Perhaps it was his game.
Dehydrated, you walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. Your brain was still trying to process everything that had just happened when a knock sounded on the door.
âUmâŚwho is it?â you called from the other side without opening it.
âItâs your neighbour, love. Harry.â
Of course it was.
âOh, umâŚokay, just a minute!â
Running to the bedroom, you threw on a pair of leggings and an oversized tee before hesitantly opening the door, greeting your neighbour with a weak smile.
âHi,â he grinned. âSorry to bother you. I got some of your post by mistake.â
âOh,â you said, a bit confused as you handed you a couple letters. âThanks.â
âYouâre welcome. WellâŚagain, didnât want to trouble you. Have a nice evening.â
âUmâŚsame to you,â you gulped.
Harry was just about to turn away, your hand on the door as you stood baffled, when he stopped and pinched his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger.
âBy the wayâŚâ he started, his words trailing off.
âYes?â
âUhâŚthis is kinda awkward, butâŚIâm a single guy and donât know many people yet in this area. But Iâm cooking dinner, and itâs far too much for one person. Would youâŚlike to join me?â he gestured toward his door.
Your eyebrows lifted high as your jaw dropped. âDinner? At your flat?â
âYeah. That isâŚif you want to.â
You smiled at him as a sigh of relief escaped your chest. âThat would be lovely, thank you.â
âGood,â he beamed before he leant forward, his forearm resting on your door frame. âI reckon itâs better than communicating through the wall.â
It was late and I was feeling things, so I decided to repost this. Hope you enjoyed :).
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me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*
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I need some soft sex with Theo :( need him to push into me slowly and tell me how much he loves me as he kisses me and leaves a bunch of love marks all over my neck and chest :(
And be still wouldnât be able to help himself as he wraps his hand round my neck, gently though<3
Oh my god anon YESSS !!! Letâs get into it, yeah?
Ti Amo
Theodore Nott x Reader
Summary: Little Drabble of your boyfriend showing you just how much he loves you
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, College Au, bf!theo, softdom!theo, dom!theo, choking, hickies, soft slow sex, relationship, soft dom, PIV
His hips slowly rolled his cock inside of you, his breathing heavy. One of Theoâs hands was wrapped around your throat while the other propped him up. Your doe-eyed gaze remained locked on his, your whimpers heard throughout his dorm. âCazzoâ I fucking love-â He pauses for a moment to let out a pleasurable groan, kissing along your jawline. ââYouâŚSo much, Bambina.â With harder, elongated thrusts, he moaned against your cheek.
âTheoâGodsâŚI love you tooâ pleaseâŚplease keep fucking me like that.â Squeaking out through your own little cry of pleasure, you could feel Theodoreâs strong hand tightening around your neck. A little gasp freeing from your swollen lips. âThatâs it, TesoroâŚwho do you love, huh? Who do you fucking love?â Now kissing down your neck, he sucked ever so slightly, leaving his love bites all over your sensitive flesh while he softly pushes his throbbing length in and out of your pussy. Struggling with himself to not pound you senselessly.
Your moans only progressively got louder, his bed frame rocking along with his slow thrusts. âY-youâŚI love youââ Your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your head now. He was bringing you to a state of pure ecstasy. A state you knew all too well with him. âThatâs rightâŚyou love meâŚâ Theoâs thumb gently caressed against the skin of your neck, feeling the rapid pulse within it. âI have your heart in the palm of my hand, amoreâŚTi amo tantoâŚâ Even through the sensual lovemaking, his dominant nature was slipping through. But fuck did you love it.
Slowly pumping his dick into your warmed and soaked core, you could hardly contain the immense amount of pleasure that was now soaring throughout you. Not only pleasureâŚbut love too. âTheo, baby Iâm so closeââ Whining as your body squirmed from the nearing climax, a satisfied smirk tugged on the corners of his lips. âMy good girlâŚCum all over my cock...Show me just how much you love me.â Encouraging you, he kept his slow and steady pace, feeling you progressively get wetter while your tightened walls clenched around his aching cock.
Hehehe a small lil Drabble of softdom!theo heâs just so asdffkghlhlk
Hope my sweet smut sluts liked this oneđ
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GRYFFINDOR BOYS
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
FRED WEASLEY
mad woman
cupid crystals
a special friend
recovering a life
deep breath
strawberry letters
date after date
SIRIUS BLACK
complimentary quills
just a natural fact
brighten your days
black dog neighbour
padfoot
HARRY POTTER
harry potter and the long-lost beach episode
harry potter and the late-night company
potter love
gifts
green-eyed idiot
romancing professor potter
CHARLIE WEASLEY
creative writing class
favourites
taming the dragon tamer
lucky charm
let's pretend
GEORGE WEASLEY
heart-to-heart chase
beating a weasley
well-meaning deceit
see you again
it's definitely you
coming home
#gryffindor#hogwarts#fred weasley#fred weasley fic#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#marauders era#marauders x reader#marauders fanfiction#harry potter x reader#harry potter x you#harry potter#sirius black#charlie weasley#charlie weasley x reader#charlie weasley imagine#george weasley x reader#george weasley x y/n
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bambi [ceo!h x shy!reader]
synopsis: y/n tries a dating app and meets the CEO of Pleasing
word count: 8.6k
contains: ceo!harry x assitant!y/n, deer!reader vibes, dating app, online dating, deer!reader, first date, first kiss, fluff, age gap (9 years)
a/n: this is the first part of a new series. as usual the first part is a lil slow to set things up but I'm excited for what's to come of this one. there's going to be a lot of cuteness and all the things i love writing about in this one so i can't wait to share more !
this is part 1 of Bambi, read part 2 here
. . .
Most of the time Y/N didnât want to be in control of things.Â
From a young age, she had to be in charge of everything. She had three younger brothers and was born to a single mother who worked hard to keep everything afloat in their tiny, townhouse. So inevitably she became an adult before she could even buy a lottery ticket.Â
Her life wasnât bad, but it wasnât easy. With the constant nagging from her much younger siblings and the dampened sleeve of her t-shirtâevidence of the hours she spent comforting her mother through tearsâY/N had just had enough.
Her life had become an abundance of things she was struggling to keep up with. She had no reprieve throughout her daily life, no way of stopping or just letting go.Â
She worked six-hour shifts at the supermarket, studied marketing at university, did the school run in the mornings, and often in the evenings too, if her mother was too tired to get off the couch. She tutored her youngest brother, who was falling behind in math, and kept the house in order while all three of them stayed glued to the television.
Even worse, her social life was practically nonexistent.. She was twenty-one and spent her Friday nights making dino nuggets and catching up on an incessant amount of laundry from the past week.Â
Y/N wasnât sure where her life was heading. The loneliness and stress was so overwhelming she could barely breathe.Â
One night, the weight of it all brought her to tears as she thought about her future after graduation. Most of the girls she knew were planning gap years, travelling to places like Brazil or Italy. She tried to picture herself boarding a plane, but the only thing she could imagine was her mother calling mid-flight, asking her to pick up one of the boys from school.
She pulled open her phone eyes blotchy and nose stuffy from crying. Her loneliness was hitting her hard and she was desperate to feel some kind of connection, even if it was five minutes of conversation. So, she opened the only dating app she had on her phone, one that sheâd installed many moons ago when she wanted to open herself up to meeting new people.Â
She barely used it after realising she wasnât the best at small talk and whenever a guy would ask for a date, her introverted self would refuse to step foot out of the house. But on occasion sheâd find herself wondering, searching for someone to take her mind off of everything.Â
Y/N swiped past copious images of men, seemingly unphased by all of them. She swiped through so many, that they almost began to look the same - 5â9, tanned, shirtless or lifting weights trying to show some kind of strength that proved to women they were most definitely âmanlyâ.Â
When she started to believe all hope was lost, she paused when her eyes settled on a man who didnât look much like the others. He was tall, with brunette curls and green eyes that crinkled when he smiled. He wore rings on his hands in every single picture and in one of them he wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a sleeve of tattoos. In most of his pictures he wore comfy sweaters and knitted cardigans with grey or black trousers. In one of them he wore a pair of blue jeans and had a small, battered copy of The Catcher in the Rye in his back pocket.Â
She read his bio beneath.Â
âHarry, 30
Likes: scrabble, food, cats, books, cardigans
Dislikes: loud chewing, music played too low, emails, wearing sunglasses indoors at dinner is absolutely criminalâ
She clicked the heart on his profile, eyes widening when the words âMATCHâ appeared on the screen in big bubble writing. He hadnât sent her a message but clearly he had liked her own profile which was surprising considering she had barely anything on it.Â
As she was mulling over what to say to start the conversation, three bubbles quickly appeared then disappeared, replaced by a message. She held her breath, reading the words.Â
Harry: Hey, pretty dress
She frowned, wondering what he meant by that but then remembered she had a picture of her on her profile, showcasing one of her favourite dresses. It was a baby pink slip dress she had made out of silk fabric.Â
Y/N: Thank you, I made it! :)Â
Harry: You did? Wow! Looks better than most of the ones Iâve seen in my own store.
Y/N: Do you own a clothing store?
Harry: Something along those lines
Harry: Although they donât sell pretty dresses like yoursÂ
Y/N: Theyâre probably a lot better, I use cheap materialsÂ
She cringed at her message, hoping she didnât sound broke or not put together by saying she used something cheap.
Harry: Iâm even more impressed
She smiled, watching him type a new message.Â
Harry: What brings you here?
She tried to sum up how she was feeling without making herself seem like a weirdo. She didnât want to sound like a recluse looking for human interaction no matter how much she felt like it.Â
Y/N: Iâm tired of everything, just want someone to keep me companyÂ
Harry: I get that. Should I be worried? Are you okay?Â
Her heart warmed, she couldnât remember the last time someone asked her if she was okay.Â
Y/N: Iâm okay now, thank you for asking !! itâs just everyday life stuff.
Harry: Of course. Just let me know if thereâs anything you want to talk about. Iâm right here to listen⌠or readÂ
Y/N: thank you, that truly means a lot!! xx
Harry: No problem, love x
Y/Nâs heart flickered at the name he had placed on the end.Â
They texted for hours, well into the middle of the night. Y/N was giddy, rolling around on her bed, smiling so hard her cheeks ached. They had so much in commonâboth preferred quiet nights in, were family-oriented, loved literature and art and even fashion. He was funny and sweet, always checking in to make sure she was comfortable and that he wasnât overstepping with his questions. Despite how much they had in common, they had a lot of differences too.
Y/N: Is it raining where you are? Xx
Harry: Hm, just checked outside and I think the clouds are coming over. I donât mind though autumn happens to be my favourite season.
Y/N: omg really?Â
Harry: What? You donât agree?
Y/N: No omg are you kidding? Iâm much more into spring. I like that itâs sunny with a slight breeze so itâs warm but not too warm so you can still wear a sweater
Harry: Ahhh I see, you do give spring I must say
Y/N: You think so?
Harry: Even from looking at your pictures, you look like a tulip or something.Â
Harry: Or the little deer from that movie
Harry: What was it?
Harry: Bambi!
Harry: Maybe that should be your name - BambiÂ
Y/N: Thatâs one of my favourite movies !!Â
Y/N: I happened to think Bambi is a very pretty nameÂ
Harry: Then Iâll call you BambiÂ
Y/N: Well what should I call you?
Harry: Anything you like, BambiÂ
. . .Â
Y/N was working her shift at the supermarket. She was already entering her final hour, her stomach rumbling as she packed frozen pizzas onto the shelves. Although she had been working hard to get things done so she could go home on time, her mind was constantly wandering.Â
It had been a full week of talking to Harry. They had converted to messaging on WhatsApp after exchanging numbers and every day Y/N would wake up to a morning text message from him telling her to have a good day and that he would be right there in her pocket if she ever needed anything. In the evenings, he would make sure she wasnât going to sleep with anything heavy on her mind. Heâd ask her questions about what she ate and if she had any time to herself in the day. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt a little less lonely. She went about her day with a little pep in her step feeling the excitement of texting the man she had only just met. She didnât know what it was about him but a part of her felt safe with him. Maybe it was the fact he was nine years older than her and knew what it was like to be under stress with so many things but he understood her in a way no one else did.Â
And Bambi.
Every day, it was Bambi this and Bambi that, and every time, sheâd swoon or smile at the nickname he had given her. It was silly, maybe even a little ridiculous, how much it affected her. But she couldnât help itâevery time he said it, a bubble of excitement grew inside her. She liked someone for the first time in a long time, and it brought something new, something light, into her overwhelming life.
After days of just simply texting, Y/N had asked him if he wanted to video call tonight. It would be her first time hearing what he sounded like and part of her was nervous. What if he came across differently from how he was over text? What if he didnât look the way he did in the numerous pictures he had sent her? What if after calling tonight, he didnât like her anymore?
Hours later, Y/N was tucked up in bed readying herself to call him. She had showered and blow-dried her hair, wearing her comfiest pink pyjamas with her body wrapped up in her duvet. Her thumb hovered over the call button, gnawing on her bottom lip as thoughts raced through her mind.
She gasped when Harryâs face appeared on her screen just seconds after she pressed call. It was their first time ever talking like this, and her heart raced as she took in the sight of him. He was sitting in a desk chair, a large framed artwork hanging on the wall behind him. His shirt was slightly rumpled, his tie loosened around the collar, and his curls fell lazily across his forehead. He looked so effortlessly handsome, it almost didnât seem real.
âHey,â he murmured, his voice breaking the stillness of her bedroom. It carried a warmth, soft and steady, like the glow of a campfire, and she felt herself melt under its gentle heat.
âH-Hi,â she squeaked, her cheeks immediately flushing with warmth. Her nerves bubbled up as she realized she was staring at him, trying to comprehend that this was actually happening. Surely she was dreaming, she pinched herself to make sure.Â
Harryâs eyes softened when he heard her shaky greeting. âYou alright?â he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small, amused smile. His tone was gentle, almost teasing, but there was something deeper thereâlike he was studying her reaction and enjoying every second of it.
She nodded quickly, fumbling with the hem of her pyjama shirt. âIâm good! Just⌠surprised you answered so fast.â She giggled nervously, her voice high-pitched and sweet, like she couldnât quite believe this was happening. âI thought itâd take a few rings at least.â Her blush deepened as she tucked her knees up to her chest.
He chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, making her heart flutter. âI was waiting for you to call,â he admitted, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.Â
Her heart skipped a beat, and she shyly glanced up at him through her lashes. âReally?â she asked, her voice soft and a little disbelieving.Â
He smiled, a slow, adoring smile that made her stomach flip. âYeah, really. Iâve been thinking about it all day.â His voice had that low, confident tone, but his gaze was gentle, like he wanted to make sure she knew he meant it. âThe only thing getting me through work.â
âYouâre still at work? Itâs nine-thirty!â she exclaimed, glancing at the clock in disbelief.
Harryâs lips curled into a playful smirk. âIs it past your bedtime, Bambi?â he teased, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at her through the screen.
Her heart stuttered hearing that nickname come from his own mouth. She felt like if the camera wasnât on, sheâd be floating around her room like a bright pink orb of light, âN-No,â she stammered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. âBut shouldnât you be going home by now? Youâve been working all day.â
He let out a small chuckle, shrugging as he glanced down at the papers scattered across his desk. âGot a lot to catch up on. Too many late nights spent talking to you.â His voice was warm, laced with affection despite his teasing.
Her heart sank for a moment, guilt creeping in. Theyâd been texting non-stop for weeks, and she hadnât once thought about how it might be affecting his workload. Heâd told her before that he worked for a clothing company, and it suddenly hit her how busy he must be.
Noticing the shift in her expression, Harryâs voice softened. âYâthinking too much in that little head of yours?â he asked, cutting through her thoughts.
âMaybe a little,â she admitted quietly, biting her lip.
He shook his head, eyes never leaving hers. âYou know I didnât mean it as a bad thing, right? I love talking to you, Y/N. I think... I might even be a little obsessed with you,â he confessed, his smirk turning into a softer smile.
Her breath caught in her throat, and for a second, all she could do was stare at him, her heart thudding in her chest. âI-I think Iâm obsessed with you too,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.Â
âYeah?â His voice was full of warmth, a hint of disbelief in it, like he hadnât expected her to say it back. She nodded shyly, clutching her pillow tighter against her chest, her heart racing.
Harry huffed out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face to hide the wide grin that had taken over. âGod, youâre even cuter than I imagined,â he murmured, his words full of adoration.
They talked for hours, diving into everything and anything that crossed their minds. It was the longest conversation theyâd had since they started talking, and Y/N found herself more captivated by Harry than she thought was possible. The way he laughed, the way he listenedâit all just pulled her in deeper.
In the middle of her sentence, she noticed Harry looking at her with an unusually soft expression, his eyes filled with something she couldnât quite place. He suddenly spoke, cutting her off mid-thought. âCan I take you on a date?â His voice was gentle but firm, catching her completely off guard.
âO-Oh,â she stammered, blinking in surprise. She hadnât expected him to want to meet her so soon, but her heart leapt at the thought. âIâd like that,â she replied, a soft smile spreading across her face. âVery much.â
His own smile widened, a mix of relief and excitement in his eyes. âHow about Saturday evening? I could pick you up.â
âBut wouldnât that be too long of a drive?â she asked, biting her lip. She knew he lived in the city, about forty minutes away without traffic, and she didnât want to inconvenience him.
Harryâs expression didnât falter. âItâs not too far at all. Trust me, I donât mind,â he said confidently. âIâll pick you up at 8, sound good?â
Y/Nâs heart fluttered, the idea of seeing him in person making her pulse race. She nodded shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. âMhm, that sounds perfect.â
Harryâs grin grew, his eyes twinkling, âCan you wear the pretty dress you made?â
Y/N blushed, âYou donât want me to wear something a little more sophisticated?âÂ
âYâ can wear whatever makes you comfortable, I donât mind but I think Iâd like to see that little dress yâ made.âÂ
She nodded, stifling a yawn as it slipped out. It was getting late, and Harry was still at his office, working. âYâtired, lovie?â His voice softened.
âA little,â she lied, knowing full well she was more than exhausted. But the thought of ending the call made her chest tightenâshe wanted to keep him on the line, even just for a few more minutes.
Harry chuckled softly as if he could see right through her. âWhy donât you rest those pretty eyes for me, yeah?â he murmured, his voice low and soothing, the gentle authority in his words making her entire body relax. She practically melted at the sound, her heart skipping a beat.
âMâkay,â she whispered, her eyelids already heavy as she let herself sink deeper into the comfort of his voice.
âIâll be right here, alright?â he reassured her, his tone gentle and full of warmth.
She managed a soft smile, her words barely audible as her exhaustion overtook her. âPromise?â
âPromise Bambi,â he whispered, his voice the last thing she heard before sleep pulled her under.
. . .
âMr. Styles?â
Harry looked up from his computer, peering over the rims of his glasses. His receptionist, Lindsey, stood in the doorway. âThe samples for the newest collection have arrived. Would you like me to bring them in?â she asked, her voice polite but efficient, as always.
âYes, please, Lindsey,â he replied with a sigh, signing off another email before hitting send. The endless stream of tasks had him feeling drained.
Though Harry wasnât usually the type to show much warmth towards his employees, Lindsey was different. Sheâd been with him for yearsâlong enough to earn not just his respect, but his trust. She was one of the very few people he relied on within his company.Â
Harry was the CEO of Pleasing, a major fashion company he had built from the ground up. His first line had been designed in a small studio, crafted with his own hands and the help of a few close friends who still worked by his side. Now, it was a global brand. He was on Forbes 30 under 30 and had features in magazines like GQ. He was even in Time magazine for most influential people.Â
Despite all the success, his day-to-day life had become an endless loop of emails, business meetings, and deadlines. Time for anything outside of work was a luxury he couldnât afford. Lately, though, something, or rather someone, had started to make him reconsider how he spent his time.
He checked his phone once more having only picked it up a minute ago for the same reason. He hoped to see a message from Y/N, in fact he was eager to. Ever since he had messaged her on the only dating app he used, he hadnât thought of anyone else but her.Â
It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, one born out of the loneliness that weighed heavier than ever that night. Harry sat in his dimly lit office, the silence around him almost suffocating. He hadnât dated in over a year, not since his last relationship, which had ended on a bitter note. That girl had taken advantage of him, using his desire of the relationship he wanted to manipulate him. She had drained his bank accounts, maxed out his credit cards on shopping sprees and lavish holidays with her friends, leaving him both financially and emotionally exhausted. After that, heâd grown wary of trusting anyone.
When he joined the website, he wasnât exactly hopeful. The chance of finding someone who truly understood his career and mirrored his desires in a relationship seemed slim.
But then he met his Bambi.Â
He hadnât been searching for anything specific that day, just scrolling aimlessly, but something about Y/Nâs profile made him pause. There was a warmth to her, a genuine spark that went beyond her pictures. She didnât seem to realise just how captivating she was, and that drew him in even more. It wasnât just her beautyâthough she was stunningâit was the way she spoke about the things she loved. Her messages were full of passion, filled with rambles about her favourite books, little moments in her day, or random thoughts that popped into her head.Â
Y/N had ignited something within him. He was excited for this newfound thing they had going on, a spark he hadnât felt in years. Every message from her left him smiling at his phone, wondering what sheâd say next. It was the kind of excitement that made the day feel a little brighter, knowing she was just a text away. He found himself looking forward to the simplest thingsâher daily updates, the way sheâd ramble about something sheâd seen or read, and even the photo updates sheâd send him of things she was doing.
For the first time in a long time, he found himself imagining what it would be like to share his life with someone, instead of the quiet solitude heâd grown so used to. He couldnât shake the thought of Y/N being that personâthe one to bring warmth into the corners of his once-lonely home. He pictured what it would be like to have someone in his space, their presence adding a new kind of lightness. Someone to be there in the small, everyday moments and to keep him company after a long day at the office.Â
He couldnât wait to meet her in real life, hold her in his hands and kiss the lips he spent nights dreaming about.Â
Harry snapped out of his daze when Lindsey opened the door and the manufacturers entered the room behind her, holding the fabric samples in their hands. They greeted him timidly, laying the samples on the table by the large floor-to-ceiling windows.Â
He walked over, black polished shoes clicking against the mahogany wood floor. He sighed when he took in the samples, he didnât need to feel them to know they werenât good enough. Uncapping the red pen, he drew a cross beside each sample, the men behind him releasing a shaky breath.Â
âCome back when you have what I want,â He murmured, dismissing them with a wave of his hand.Â
He checked the time on his watch and cursed. Today was his nieceâs birthday and he promised his sister heâd visit in time for her birthday party this afternoon. âLindsey,â He called, hearing her shoes against the floor before she opened the door to his office.Â
He pulled on his blazer, âIâve got to leave, did you wrap that gift I gave you the other day?âÂ
Lindsey frowned, âItâs under my desk but what about your meetings this afternoon?âÂ
âCancel them.â He shrugged.
His Porsche was parked out front by the time he stepped out of the building. He put the gift into the passenger seat and made a mental note to stop somewhere to buy a birthday card.Â
He glanced at his phone when a text came through.
Bambi: Half way through my shift. Itâs been pretty rough, sorry for the late reply xx
His heart leapt when Y/Nâs name appeared. He took his phone when he reached a red light and typed in a reply.
Harry: itâs okay lovie, call me when you finish yeah? x
He was desperate to speak to her even if it were just for a mere few seconds.Â
Making a left turn, he pulled into the parking lot of a small supermarket on the highway. It looked run down and old but there wasnât anywhere else he could go to before he reached his sister's house.
People sat outside, smoking cigarettes and drinking out of beer cans. He ignored the glances they made towards him and his car.Â
He stepped inside and walked along the aisles, pausing when he noticed someone stacking things onto a shelf. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was wearing blue jeans and a fuzzy white sweater, her hair was braided and fastened with pink, silk bows. She wore wired earbuds, her pink ballerina flats tapping against the laminate flooring.Â
She must have felt his gaze because her head lifted, eyes widening as they met his. Her soft, pink lips parted slightly, and in that instant, it was as if the world shiftedâeverything falling perfectly into place between them, as though they were always meant to find each other naturally.Â
Harry hadnât noticed the sugar spilling from the bag she was holding until the store manager stormed over. âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â The sharp tone made Y/N jump, her body snapping upright as she stood frozen in front of her manager, fear flashing across her face.
âI-Iâm s-sorry, Iââ Y/N stammered, her voice trembling.
âHow many times do I have to hear the same excuse from you?â her manager snapped. âStupid, useless girl, costing me the whole damn shop.â
Y/Nâs bottom lip quivered, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. âI-I know... I promised it wouldnât happen again. It was an accident, really,â she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.
Harryâs frown deepened. Again? This had happened before?
From the way Y/N stood there, trying so hard not to cry, it was painfully clearâthis wasnât the first time her boss had spoken to her like this.
Harryâs jaw tightened as he watched the exchange, a surge of protectiveness rising in him. He had only known Y/N recently, but seeing her like thisâsmall, vulnerable, and clearly hurtâstirred something deep within him. He couldnât just stand there and let it happen.
âExcuse me,â Harry spoke up, his voice calm but firm, stepping closer. The store manager turned to him, annoyance flashing across his face.
âThis doesnât concern you,â the manager spat, his glare shifting to Harry.
âActually, I think it does,â Harry replied, his eyes steady on the man. âYou donât need to speak to her like that.â
The manager scoffed. âAnd who the hell are you?â
Harry didnât blink, his voice lowering. âSomeone who knows when respect is lacking.â
Y/N looked up at Harry, wide-eyed, as if she couldnât believe he was stepping in. Her heart raced, a mix of relief and anxiety bubbling inside her. She wasnât used to anyone standing up for her like this.
âY/N, why donât you take a minute?â Harry said softly, glancing over at her, his voice now gentle and reassuring. The tears in her eyes made his chest physically hurt. Heâd be quick with this useless piece of shit so he could give her all his attention.
She hesitated but then nodded, her gaze flicking between Harry and her boss. She quickly turned, slipping away from the confrontation, her hands shaking as she tried to compose herself.
Harry turned back to the manager, his calm exterior masking the frustration brewing underneath. âSpeak to her like that again, and I wonât hesitate to have this place torn down, brick by brick, and replaced with a building I own. Then youâll know firsthand what itâs like to deal with a real fucking manager.âÂ
With that, he turned on his heel, already making a mental note to have his team look into this place. It was clearly lacking in more ways than oneâenough to warrant being shut down for good he hoped.Â
Y/N stood behind the building, her back to him, shoulders trembling as she cried into her sleeve. Harryâs heart clenched at the sight. âHey, hey, hey,â he murmured softly, stepping forward and gently pulling her into his chest. âThaâs enough now, Bambi. Donât waste your tears on him,â he whispered, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. Holding her close felt unexpectedly right, as if this was exactly where she belonged, even if the circumstances werenât ideal.
âIâm so embarrassed,â she sniffled, her voice small. âThis isnât how I wanted you to see me for the first time.â
His eyes softened with affection as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Carefully, he wiped her tear-stained, blotchy cheeks, his touch tender. âYouâve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart,â he whispered, âSâalright now, yâ donât have to go back in there.â He cupped the back of her head, feeling how soft and silky her hair was. He couldnât seem to fathom that he was actually holding her after days of imagining what she would feel like.
She pulled away and for the first time Harry could get a proper look at her. He didnât think it possible for her to be even more beautiful than the pictures he had of her on her phone but she was. Her features were soft, cheeks permanently pink like the colour of tulips on a spring day, her lips were the perfect shape, so delicate like two petals pressed together. She was a walking angel.Â
âHey stranger,â He grinned, those perfect cheeks turning pink. If Harry had one goal in his life it was to make her all flustery and blushy.Â
âHi,â She peeped, hands fiddling in front of her.
Her eyes widened when she saw the tear stains on his shirt, the damp spots revealing the tiniest hint of the tattoos on his torso. âI-Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean to ruin your shirt,â She cringed.
âHey no need to apologise, âs not even ruined and Iâd rather you were okay than some easily replaceable shirt.â He assured her. âAre yâ sure youâre okay? Donât need to go in there and beat him up or anything,â
She smiled at that and the sight made his heart sing, âNo itâs okay. I-Iâm okay, thank you for looking out for me. I donât normally have people doing that very often.â
He frowned. He didnât like how often she spoke about how little help she got from other people. If anything, it made him want to take care of her even more than he already did.Â
âI should probably head back in. I still have three more hours of my shift,â she huffed, clearly reluctant. It was the last thing she wanted to do.
Harryâs expression softened, but his tone remained firm. âYou donât have to,â he said, his gaze holding hers, protective and unwavering.
Y/N frowned, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. âBut I need the job, Harry,â she whispered, her voice shaky. âI canât just leave.â
His jaw tightened at her words. He hated seeing her stuck in a place that didnât value her, where she wasnât respected. âI know you need the job,â he replied, gentler now, trying to ease her worry. âBut no job is worth being treated like that. Not by him.â
She bit her lip, glancing back at the store, anxiety clearly weighing on her. âWhat am I supposed to do, then? I canât afford to lose it.â
Harry stepped closer, his hand finding its way to her cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. âYouâre not going to lose anything,â he said softly. âLet me take care of it. Of you.â
Y/N blinked up at him, her heart pounding. âTake care of me?â
âCome work with me,â He offered.Â
There werenât many positions available at Pleasing, but Harry didnât care. Heâd make something workâanything to keep her from going back into that place and dealing with the jerk inside.
âIn the city? I... I canât do that, Harry. I still have school, and my brothers...â
âYou can work around it,â he said quickly, eager to find a solution. âIâll pay for your gas to and from the city, or Iâll have someone drive you. Hell, Iâll drive you myself if it makes you feel better. Whatever you need. Just donât stay here.â
He sighed softly, taking her small hand in his larger one, her warmth a comfort even as doubt flickered between them. âJust... think about it, yeah?â His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, trying to ease the tension.
Y/N hesitated but nodded slowly. âOkay,â she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
A grin spread across Harryâs face, his relief palpable. âThank you Bambi.â He swore he saw her pupils carve into love hearts at his words.Â
. . .Â
Y/N hadnât returned to her job at the store just as she promised Harry. It wasnât only because Harry was insistent she didnât go back but her manager had been pretty verbally abusive for quite some time now and she thought better than to go back and work for someone who was just plain mean.Â
A few days had passed and Saturday rolled around quickly. Y/N was giddy with excitement, preparing everything in time for Harry to pick her up to take her on their very first date this evening. She had arranged a babysitter to look after her brothers since her mother wouldnât be home until late. It wasnât often they splurged cash on hiring a babysitter but Y/N wasnât going to rearrange her date with Harry for anything.
Sheâd made a list of everything she needed to do: wash and blow dry her hair, shave every inch of her body, and paint her nails with the glazed pink polish sheâd ordered online. Her hair was in curlers as she carefully laid out her outfit for the eveningâa pink satin slip dress sheâd made herself, paired with white kitten heels that matched perfectly. With the season shifting into autumn, she added a thin white cardigan to keep her warm in case the night turned chilly on the way home.
She wanted to look perfect. Especially after the fiasco the other day when he had rescued her from her mean manager.Â
Everything seemed to move in slow motion the moment she laid eyes on the man from her phone. He was even more perfect than she had imaginedâtaller too. It still hadnât sunk in that she was about to go on a date with this manâthe one who wore a black suit to work and had saved her from cruel, terrifying managers.
And the way he spoke to her afterwards, comforting her with his big, heavy hands around her. She wanted him to pick her up and take her wherever he went.Â
Y/N sighed blissfully in front of her vanity. As Y/N finished her makeup, her phone buzzed with a message from Harry.Â
Harry: Just outside x
She peeked through the window, catching sight of him standing by a sleek black car, leaning casually against the door. He looked breathtaking in a fitted black suit, hands in his pockets as he scanned the street. Her nerves fluttered, a mixture of excitement and anticipation bubbling up. She took a deep breath, smoothed down her dress, and grabbed her cardigan before heading out the door.Â
The moment she stepped outside, Harryâs gaze snapped to her, dark and intense. He straightened up, eyes travelling over her form, taking in every detail of her appearance. The way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine.
âYâ look stunning, Bambi,â he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. He took a step closer, his large hand cupping her cheek, thumb grazing her soft skin. âAll this fâ me?â
Y/N blushed, biting her bottom lip nervously. âI-I wore the dress you wanted,â she mumbled shyly, looking up at him through her lashes, âDo you like it?âÂ
ââS perfect,â He murmured lowly.Â
âReady to go, sweetheart?â He opened the car door for her, watching as she slid into the passenger seat, her delicate form contrasting with the dark interior of his Porshe. Harryâs eyes lingered on her legs for a moment before he shut the door and walked around to his side.
Once inside, he reached over, resting his hand on her thigh, the warmth of his touch comforting her immediately. âYou nervous?â he asked, glancing at her with a small smile, though the look in his eyes held a trace of dominance.
âA little,â Y/N admitted, her voice soft and shy.
Harry gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. âYâ donât have to be nervous around me, love, promise âm not scary. Least of all tâ you.âÂ
Y/N smiled, loving how he made it clear she was different, that he treated her in a way no one else could. It warmed her to feel special, especially when that feeling was rare for her.
As they drove, their conversation flowed easily. Y/N found herself opening up more and more, rambling about anything that came to mind. Harry listened intently, his smile soft as he asked questions, showing genuine interest in everything she said. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the car, and each time she answered bashfully, his lips curved.Â
Y/Nâs eyebrows furrowed as they drove deeper into the city. The lights grew brighter, illuminating a part of town she rarely found herself inâwhere the wealthy lived, with towering apartment complexes and upscale restaurants lining the streets. Harry pulled over in front of a sleek Italian restaurant, where a man stood waiting by the curb.
âAre we allowed to park here?â Y/N asked, her face bathed in the glow of the restaurantâs lights.
Harry suppressed a grin at her confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell⌠I just assumed we werenât eating here, which is totally fine! You donât need to impress me with a fancy restaurant.â Her cheeks flushed pink as she tried to clarify.
Harryâs lips curled into a teasing smirk. âWhat if I told you we are eating here?â
Y/Nâs eyes widened in disbelief. âA-are we?â
Without answering, Harry reached for her hand, brushing his lips over the back of it. âYâ too cute,â he murmured. âCome on, theyâre waiting for us.â He stepped out of the car, passing his keys to the valet standing nearby, before adjusting his blazer and moving to open the door for her, his hand stretched out toward her for her to grab onto.Â
Y/N hesitated, her mind reeling. There was no way they were eating at this restaurantâthe kind with a year-long reservation list and three Michelin stars. Sheâd heard rumours that a single course here could cost more than her entire paycheck for the week. But as she took his hand and stepped out, it felt impossible to believe this was really happening.
Harry intertwined their fingers, offering a brief nod to the waiter who opened the door for them. âHarry⌠are you sure? They probably donât have any tables for people just walking in,â she whispered.
He chuckled softly. âDonât worry, love. I made some arrangements.â
Her brows furrowed in surprise. âArrangements? How?â
Stopping at the âPlease Wait to Be Seatedâ sign, Harry finally turned to her with a playful twinkle in his eye. âI own the restaurant.â
Y/Nâs mouth fell open as a waiter approached, menus tucked neatly under his arm. âGood evening, Mr. Styles. Your table is ready.â
Feeling like she was in a dream, Y/N walked hand-in-hand with Harry to a private table near the large glass windows at the back. The breathtaking view of the cityâs skyline stretched out before them, and the table, set for two, was tucked away to offer them some privacy.Â
As they were seated, Y/N couldnât help but notice the quiet stares and murmurs from other guests. She knew Harry owned a clothing business, but⌠just how successful was he?
The waiter laid the menus out in front of them and left them to decide what they wanted to order. Y/N hadnât even noticed as her wide eyes gazed around the room at the glowing chandeliers.Â
Harry reached for her hand beneath the table, âAre yâ okay love?â He asked. Y/Nâs gaze snapped towards him, âI hope âs not too much.â
âH-Harry, I really appreciate you bringing me here, I mean even stepping inside is a dream come true, but⌠I c-canât afford this.â She felt awful saying it but it was true and it was better to tell him now than when sheâd finished her meal, she wouldnât want him thinking she was out for his money.
Harry frowned, âBambi, this is a date. Yâ donât have to pay for anything.â
âB-but I canât use your money.â She told him.Â
She couldnât hear it but Harryâs heart was singing in his chest. She was exactly what he was looking for someone totally opposite to all the women he had dated in his past.Â
He cupped her cheek in his hand, âLook at me Y/N,â Big, doe eyes gazed into his, âPlease stop worrying and let me take care of you. I know yâ havenât been given that in the past but âm here now and I want this. I wanted to bring yâ here and I want yâ to be spoiled and I want to treat you in the way you deserve. So can you pick something from the menu and let me look after you Bambi baby, please? Think you can do that?â
Her lips parted, slowly nodding her head but she quickly said one last thing, âYou donât have to take me to fancy places to make me feel spoiled Harry. I already feel spoiled enough just getting to be with you.â
He smiled, eyes glistening under the low light of the chandelier. He placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed as a small thank you. âHave you decided what youâre going to eat?â
"Hmmm," Harry grinned, watching Y/N's pouted lips as she studied the menu with intense concentration. "I can't decide between the truffle pasta or the smoked salmon!" she huffed, clearly torn.
"How about this," he offered with a shrug, "Iâll get the smoked salmon, you get the truffle pasta, and we can share? That way you can try both."
She glanced up at him, her brow furrowing slightly. âYou donât want something else?â
He had been planning on ordering the steak and potatoes, but seeing how much this small decision seemed to weigh on her, he didnât mind changing his mind. The smoked salmon was one of his favourite dishes anyway.
When the waiter came over, Harry confidently placed the order for both of them, which made Y/N visibly relax. She hated the pressure of ordering her own food, so the simple act of him taking charge made her feel instantly at ease.
âWeâll make sure to have your order as a priority, Mr. Styles,â the waiter nodded respectfully before walking away.
Y/Nâs eyes widened in surprise. âWow. They must really like you here.â
Harry chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. âDidnât I mention I owned a clothing business?â
âMhm,â she nodded, âBut I thought it was just a boutique or something.â She shrugged, clearly unaware of the scale.
Harry laughed a warm, deep sound that made her stomach flip. âBambi,â he said, pulling her gently into his side until their cheeks were almost touching, âSee that guyâs sweater? That womanâs hat? And that ladyâs dress over there?â She nodded everytime he pointed towards them, her heart skipping a beat at their closeness. âWe made all of those.â
Her eyes widened in shock. âW-wait, you own Pleasing?â
Harry nodded, a small, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Y/N couldnât even count how many times she had opened the Pleasing website, scrolling through pages of clothes she desperately wanted but couldnât afford. And now, she was sitting across from its ownerâno, she was on a date with him.
âMhm,â he hummed, pulling away slightly to gauge her reaction. "Which reminds me, have you given any more thought to the job?"
She had, actually. The idea had been rolling around in her mind ever since heâd mentioned it. "What's the role again?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"My assistant," Harry replied smoothly. "Youâd help with emails, scheduling meetings, running errandsânothing too complicated. Just being my right hand.â
âWouldnât that be awkward, though? Since weâre, yâknow... dating?â
Harry smirked, catching the implication. "So, thereâs going to be a second date?" His teasing tone made her blush. âAnd if anything, it makes it better. Iâd get to see you every day instead of just texting."
âBut what about school?â Y/N asked, trying to think practically.
âWeâll figure it out,â he said easily. âWhatever you need. We can make it work.â
âShouldnât there be an interview or something?â she quipped, trying to lighten the moment, though her heart was racing.
Harry sighed dramatically, playing along. âAlright. Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to your official interview for the position of Mr. Stylesâ personal assistant.â
Y/N giggled, her nerves easing as she followed his lead. âWell, hello Mr. Styles. Thank you for having me.â
Harryâs lips curled into a smile, his eyes twinkling as he played along. âFirst question,â he said, leaning closer, their faces now just inches apart. âHow do you feel about spending every day with me? Answer carefullyâitâs a tough one.â
Y/N couldnât help but giggle, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. âWell, Mr. Styles, I think I could manage that.â
âGood answer,â he praised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. âNext question: Can you handle a man whoâs very particular about his coffee?â
She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow in playful suspicion. âAre we talking normal particular, or... like, twelve-steps-to-make-a-single-cup particular?â
Harry chuckled, his dimples deepening. âMaybe somewhere in between. But donât worry, I can teach you.â
Y/N laughed softly, her nerves easing even more. Being around him was easy, naturalâlike slipping into something familiar and warm. âI think I could handle that.â
"One last question," Harry murmured, leaning in even closer. His gaze flickered to her lips for a brief second before locking back onto her eyes. "How do you feel about sneaking around with your boss?"
Her laughter died down, a trace of seriousness replacing it. She knew the risksâthings had to stay professional, no hint of their relationship could slip through especially since Harry would not only be her boss but was the Senior Director and had to have the respect of everyone. But still, she couldnât resist.
âI think it could be fun,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
âGood,â He murmured, âI think youâve passed the test, Bambi,â Y/N noticed how close his lips were to hers, if she moved her face forward theyâd be touching, âAny questions?â
. . .Â
Harry pulled the car up to the curb just outside Y/Nâs house, the gentle hum of the engine fading as he switched it off. The street was quiet, the only light coming from the street lamps casting long shadows on the pavement. Inside her house, the windows were dark, and she silently hoped her brothers were already asleep, sparing her the awkwardness of explaining why she wasnât rushing inside.
The silence between them felt comfortable yet charged, neither making a move to leave. It was as if both of them knew the night shouldnât end yet, even though it had to at some point. Y/N looked down at her hands, nervously tracing the edge of her coat, stealing glances at Harry every few moments. He seemed deep in thought, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel, but the same hesitation hung in the air between them.
âThanks for dinner,â she said softly, her voice breaking the silence.
He turned to her, his expression soft but intent, as if weighing every word. âDonât need tâ thank me Bambi,â he replied, his eyes lingering on her face a moment longer than necessary.Â
âI wish I didnât have to go home,â She huffed, looking down at her fingers on her lap.
Harryâs lips curved into a small smile, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. He leaned back in his seat, turning his body slightly toward her. âYâ want to go back to mine?â
She wanted nothing more, the pain of saying no physically paining her, âM-my brothers... they have school,â she murmured.
âS okay,â He smiled.Â
The air between them felt thick with unspoken feelings, and she could feel her heart race as the weight of his gaze settled on her. He reached over, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch soft.
âBambi,â he said quietly, his voice suddenly more intimate, like he was laying something important on the table.
She turned to face him fully, her breath catching as his fingers brushed against her cheek, lingering just long enough to make her pulse race. The space between them seemed to vanish, and suddenly, all she could think about was the way his lips would feel against hers.
Neither of them spoke. The tension that had been simmering all evening finally boiled over. Harryâs hand cupped her cheek, and in that quiet moment under the dim streetlights, he leaned in.
The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, like they were both testing the waters. But as soon as their lips touched, a wave of emotion flooded over her, and she couldnât help but respond. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, slow and lingering. It wasnât rushed or hurriedâjust soft, warm, and full of everything Y/N had been dreaming about for longer than she cared to admit.Â
When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath, their lips still tingling from the kiss. His hand lingered on her cheek, as though neither of them was ready to let the moment slip away just yet.
Y/N opened her mouth to say something, maybe to break the silence or make a joke about how long theyâd waited for this. But before she could speak, a loud thud startled her. She turned her head, eyes widening as the lights in her house flickered on. And there they wereâher brothers, pressed against the living room window, grinning like fools and making exaggerated kissy faces at them.
âOh my God,â Y/N groaned, mortified. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as she fumbled with her seatbelt. "This is so embarrassing."
She pushed the door open and scrambled out of her seat, grabbing her purse in a flurry of panic. âI am so sorry, Harry. I-I have to go,â she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush as she awkwardly tried to regain her composure. âThank you for dinner, a-and the kiss! Oh, and the job too!â
In her haste, her heel caught on a paving stone, and she stumbled slightly, her purse nearly slipping from her hand as she made her way toward the front door.
Harry watched her, his mouth half open, caught between amusement and disbelief. She was flustered, rambling, and absolutely adorable. He couldn't stop the soft chuckle that escaped him as he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head.
"Bambi!" he called out the car window, grinning. âI'll take that as a yes on the job?â
Y/N turned back briefly, her face flushed but her smile shy and genuine. âYes! Definitely yes!â she called over her shoulder, before hurrying inside, her brothers still laughing from the window.
As she disappeared through the door, Harry chuckled to himself, the warmth from their kiss still lingering. He turned the ignition on, shaking his head in disbelief at how the night had unfolded. It was far from the graceful goodbye he had imagined, but somehow, it felt perfect. He couldnât stop smiling as he pulled away from the curb.Â
Yeah, he thought to himself, that definitely meant she was taking the job.
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Summary: Y/n meets an older man at a bar and she's not taking no for an answer. Harry likes her persistence.
A/N: This was requested + this! Also, please think before you judge Y/n. She is very bold and confident in this. Maybe even a little pushy but Harry likes it (even if at first he doesn't give that impression). Also he's single so this isn't cheatrry!
Word Count: 6,580
Warning: age gap, smut, alcohol consumption (light)
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"That one. Total dilf. He looks grumpy. Bet you can't crack him."
Y/n laughed at her friend and looked down at her red-painted nails before narrowing her gaze on the attractive older man who was seated at the corner of the bar alone. He was nursing a whisky and he did look rather sullen. Unapproachable even.
"Why him?"
"Because he's hot. And I'm curious to see if you can get him to smile at least," Warren raised her brows, "I dare you."
Y/n tilted her head and assessed him. He was nice and big, taking up a decent amount of space at the bar, broad shoulders and back hunched as he leaned his muscular forearms on the wood of the bar top. Meaty hands placed on either side of his lowball glass. Thick brown waves on top of his head with a bit of silver coming in at the temples. But the handsome features on his face really set him apart. His granite jawline gave way to stubble that stretched over his skin and shaded in the spaces around his pink lips.
If she could "crack" him she wasn't sure she'd want just a smile. He looked yummy enough to eat.
Drinking down the last of her martini she pointed at Warren and then Tara, "Fine. Give me twenty minutes and I'll have him eating from the palm of my hand."
Tara laughed, "If you say soâŚ"
She placed her heeled feet down on the floor and brushed her hands over her dress, "Oh, I do say so. Just watch and learn, ladies."
Y/n wasn't quite that confident, but she wasn't about to say no to dare. And she could hold her own when it came to flirting. She liked getting a little attention and if she could garner this one's interest it might be fun.
She sauntered up to the bar behind the man and noticed the way his t-shirt stretched over his lats and tapered loosely down at his waist. The guy was fit. And lucky her, there was an open stool next to him.
Sliding onto the seat she waved at the bartender to order another drink. She'd need all the courage she could get, in whatever form she could get it.
Tapping her long nails on the lacquered wood she felt nerves thrumming through veins before turning toward the man finally. He hadn't seemed to take note of her yet, which honestly was unusual in most cases. Maybe she thought too highly of herself but men tended to notice her right away. She appreciated the challenge, though.
Reaching her hand into his space to greet him, she pushed down her nerves to sound steady as she spoke, "I'm Y/n."
She watched his brow furrow as he turned to look at her hand and then up at her eyes, his expression, which she expected would soften once he looked at her, was unamused. A single light overhead lit the tops of their heads as a shadow cast over the side of his face and he didn't make a move to shake her hand, "And I'm old enough to be your dad."
A surprised scoff fell from her lips as she moved her hand away from him. She wiggled in her seat and crossed her leg over her thigh toward him, gulping down the initial rejection with as much grace as she could muster, "I think you're jumping to conclusions about my intentions. But so what if you're older than me? I don't mind. We're both adults, right?"
An unimpressed grunt rumbled from his throat before he took another sip of his whisky and he looked away from her toward the TV that hung not far away from where they sat.
The bartender placed her olive martini down on the bar in front of her, "It'll be on Y/n Y/l/n. I already have an open tab."
A sip of the salty drink felt warm down her throat. So he was going to be a bit tough to crack. She turned to look at her friends who were grinning in her direction.
Straightening her back to feel more confident she tried again, "So you're not gonna tell me your name even?"
Without looking at her, he licked his lips and ticked his jaw, "Y/n, I think it's past your bedtime."
She smiled at that. He'd said her name, which meant he'd been listening, "My bedtime is whenever I say it is, not when some grouchy stranger says."
He puffed out an amused laugh through his nose, "I am a stranger. Which means you should be cautious, little girl. Your dad didn't teach you about things like that?" He turned to look down at her again, and that time she saw the soft green color of his eyes as the light hit his face just right.
But now she was really determined. She smiled brightly at him and let her eyes coast over his tattooed arm and then back up to his face, "Are you telling me you're dangerous?"
He still didn't smile as he shook his head like he was surprised by her gall, "Do your parents know what you're up to tonight?"
"I'm 24. Graduated from college, live on my own, pay my bills, have a full-time job. You seem to be awfully worried about my parents. I can take care of myself just fine."
Just then another person sat down next to the man Y/n was trying to whittle away at. He poked his elbow at him, "Who's this?"
"Don't know. Someone who's about to go back to her table with her little girlfriends."
Biting her lip she traced the rim of her martini glass with her fingertip, keeping her eyes set on the handsome tattooed one, "Not even a smile. Just one? Please?"
"Like I already said, I'm way too old for you."
The other man leaned over and reached to tap Y/n's shoulder, "Hey. Forget about Harry, here. You can bring me home with you if you're looking for a daddy tonight."
She frowned and looked him up and down to asses. He was late 40s perhaps, wearing a local band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a backward cap to make himself appear a little more youthful. "No thanks. You'd know if I was interested in you."
Harry bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at her retort. She was definitely too young but he liked her spunk.
"Now, HarryâŚ" she said his name slowly as she leaned a little closer, "I've got your name thanks to your friend. Can I have a smile?"
"Why?" He stared down at her, the caress of his gaze felt infinite and she found her skin convecting in its wake. He might be hard to crack but this one would be worth it, she determined.
She sighed and slid her finger dangerously close to his wrist as he looked down at her nail and watched her trail it near his arm, "I just hoped to see you smile is all. Too handsome to have such a sour scowl on your face."
"And you're hardly old enough to be so confident to walk up to a strange man at a bar."
She laughed and tilted her head, "You planning on doing something bad to me, Harry?"
And that. That pulled a reaction out of him that spread over his features slowly as he shook his head in disbelief, "Darlin', you wouldn't be able to handle me."
Her eyes widened slightly. Now she was definitely not giving up. Y/n wasn't one to fail and Harry might be making her work hard for it but she couldn't imagine it wouldn't be worth it in the end.
"Is that a challenge or something?" She softly scraped her nail over his tattooed wrist and Harry watched her red nail work over his skin.
His resolve was fading fast. She could tell he wasn't going to keep denying her. And why should he? If he was single, which he appeared to be, what was the harm in having a little fun with someone younger? Y/n didn't mind. And he certainly shouldn't either.
"If it were a challenge you'd know it. Lots of other guys here, Y/n. Go enjoy your night with someone closer to your own age."
She sighed in annoyance. But he hadn't moved his arm away from her and she was going to take that as a sign.
Dragging the toe of her shoe into his shin she grinned, "I don't want to enjoy my night with someone my own age. Not tonight anyway. I think you've convinced me that I need to test out this theory of yours. That you think I can't handle you. Cause I bet I can."
With his eyes piercing into hers, he took another sip of his drink. She thought she might have just convinced him to give her a smile at the very least because it looked like he was weighing his options. And if she could get him to smile she might have luck with the rest.
He tilted his chin upward for a moment, eyes aimed at the ceiling like he was calling on a higher power for strength, "Go back to your friends, Y/n. Any other man here would love to have your company."
"But you wouldn't love to have my company?"
"I mean⌠I'm still here," the other man raised his hand and leaned into Harry, "Honey we could have so much fun. Any man who'd turn you down is either battin' for the other team or more likely," he chuckled and pushed his shoulder into Harry's teasingly, "He can't get it up anymore."
Y/n's mouth dropped open at that and Harry turned to look at the man. She wished she could see the look on his face, "Sit the fuck back down, John. She already told you she's not interested in you."
"Yeah, and you're not interested in her so what's it matter to you? Look at her, Harry. Practically begging you. Young and bubbly⌠Tightâ"
Harry's hand covered John's throat as he pushed him away, nearly making his stool topple over, "Get the fuck outta here. You had too much whisky tonight."
"Aww⌠come on Harry⌠I was just jokin'!"
She watched as he stood from his stool and looked down at John, "And you thought that was funny? You like making jokes about women like that?"
The man put his hands up in surrender, "I'm out. HereâŚ" he threw a wad of cash on the bar top before he moved past Harry and then looked at Y/n, "My apologies if I offended you."
They watched as John left the bar quickly and then Harry sat back down before he waved at the bartender and signaled for the check, "Just the one whisky neat."
"You're leaving already? Night's still young, Harry."
He sucked at his teeth as he scraped his gaze over her face and down to her cleavage. She smiled when she watched the path his eyes had taken.
The bartender handed him the bill and Harry leaned over to pull his wallet from his back pocket.
She scooted closer to him, "You headed home?"
He nodded, but not necessarily in answer to her question, it was more of an appraisal kind of nod. He was still silent as he pulled cash out of his wallet.
"Thanks for that, by the way. I'm sure John's a nice guy and all but he's not really my type. And I'm sure he was wrong about you."
That got his attention. Harry flicked his gaze back to hers, "Wrong about me?"
She smiled, "The part where he said you couldn't get it up. You're not that old. I'm sure you still can. Right?"
He clenched his jaw and breathed out of his nostrils like he couldn't believe she'd asked him such a thing. He handed the bartender his cash with a nod before he stood up from his stool.
"Huh. Since you're so quiet about it maybe he was right," she goaded, pressing her lips together to flatten her smile as she looked up at him through her lashes.
Harry placed a palm down on the bar top next to her hand and leaned over her, "You're out of your depth here, Y/n."
"Now, you don't really know that do you? Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."
"You're awfully pushy. Not used to hearing no, are you?"
Y/n watched as the edge of his mouth lifted in amusement and she widened her eyes and pointed, "You're almost smiling."
He shook his head and looked around the bar before pinning his gaze back to hers, "I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. But your luck has run out with me, princess."
Harry stood to his full height and Y/n decided to try one last time, "So it's true then. What he said."
He stopped and turned to look back at her, a slow burning heat behind his gaze, "Couldn't be further from the truth."
She smiled and slid off her stool to stand in front of him. His height was impressive, "Prove it."
The line of his jaw hardened, turning his cheekbones into slashes of tension. His eyes simmered as he weighed his options. Finally, a hint of a smile stretched over his mouth. A small one, but still.
"I don't need to prove anything to silly little girls."
"Good thing I'm not a silly little girl. I'm a grown woman, Harry."
Y/n knew she was pushing it. She'd never needed to throw herself at any man before. But because of that, she wasn't used to rejection either. Maybe it was a good lesson for her ego. She knew her big fault was how entitled she could act sometimes. But that was partly thanks to how she was raised. It's better to act like a man to get what you want in life, her dad told her. And so far, that had been true. Some women balked at her confidence and her bold attitude. She wasn't demure or sweet enough. And men would often refer to her as a bitch or say that she was trying too hard.
She'd work on her ego another time. But right now? She was focused on winning this battle.
"What do you want with someone like me anyway? Hm? I'm old, Y/n. What's in it for you?"
Blinking her eyes she shook her head, "You're not old, first of all. Secondly, you're really attractive. It doesn't need to go much deeper than that, does it? I just think you're handsome. And I do kind of like a challenge."
"I can see that you like a challenge. It's the only reason I haven't walked out that door yet. Kind of relentless."
She smiled, "So it's working?"
Another half-smile worked its way up his mouth as he laughed in disbelief, "Are you surprised that it is?"
His pupils coasted over her figure and then back up to her face. The warmth of his gaze singed her skin like an open flame.
"I guess I just didn't know how difficult it'd be with you."
He licked his lips, "Difficult. You have no idea. But looks like you're about to find out. Go tell your friends what's going on. Meet me out front."
Y/n watched him turn and walk away. She was shocked. For a minute she thought he wasn't going to go for it at all.
Shaking off the sudden surprise of having gotten to him she settled up with the bartender and then stopped at the table with her friends. They were just about to give her condolences for having oversold her ability but she interrupted. "He's waiting for me outside. Location is on. Don't wait up!"
Harry was leaning against a black car in the parking lot when she stepped out of the doors. The moment he saw her he pushed himself off the car and opened the passenger door for her.
It was going to be tricky to maintain the kind of confidence she'd been feigning with him up until then but there was no part of her that didn't want to find out what he could show her.
She watched as Harry sat down in the driver's seat and started up his car. He took up too much space in the seat. His big hand wrapped around the leather steering wheel while his other encased the shift stick. Even the way he drove was turning her on.
She was pleased that she'd wormed her way under his skin and that he'd given in. She'd try her best to make it worth his while. Reaching across the console she put her hand on his thigh and he glanced down quickly before setting his gaze back on the road.
Now, Harry had slept with younger women a couple of times. He generally preferred someone closer to his age because he liked the confidence and experience that came with age. Women in their 20s were often in a different stage of life and that was fine ânormal even, but it just usually wasn't a match for him. Not sexually and not mentally.
But Y/n was unusually confident for being so young. Persistent. He liked it, he couldn't lie. Whether or not she really had much else going for her beyond confidence, he guessed he'd find out. Well, she was very cute too. She did have that in her favor.
And Y/n at least seemed like she knew what she wanted. It was flattering as well. Being approached by such a pretty young thing. He figured the moment he told her to go back to her friends she'd give up but she was just fiery enough that she wasn't deterred.
When she ran her nail over his wrist he knew he was screwed. She was just close enough that he could smell her perfume and then she nudged her shoe into his shin and all he could think about was that she really wanted to be shown a good time and if anyone could it was him.
Harry knew his way around a woman's body. They were all different and he liked finding all the buttons and things that made them purr. In his experience, though, the younger the woman, the less she knew her own body. He didn't know if Y/n was just talking a big game but he was about to find out.
He stayed quiet as she ran her hand down his thigh and he shifted as the car accelerated past the green light. He'd see if she'd do anything with her hand but maybe she'd just pet at him like a novelty toy. He didn't expectâ
"This is okay?" She asked him, her tone sultry as she palmed at his crotch.
He licked his lips, "Have at it."
His cock fattened up nicely with not much effort on her part. Proof that he definitely could get it up. Plucking at his button she looked from his face to her fingers as she leaned further over the console to reach her hand into his open pants to help him with the awkward angle of his dick. He seemed to appreciate that as he shifted under her palm.
Rubbing over his heather grey briefs she peeled down the elastic band the slightest to get a peek. The dark shade of pink on his tip matched the muted raspberry of his lips. She slid the pad of her middle finger over the slit and he softly inhaled through his teeth.
She wouldn't be able to give him roadhead like she wanted. It was impossible with the stick shift in the way. But she could wrap her fingers around his shaft and feel him under her palm until they got wherever they were going.
"Mmm⌠It's so big, Harry. Knew you would be. Might be the biggest I've seen in person. Can't tell yet, though. Have to wait to see when we've got these off."
Harry pushed a laughed breath through his nose. She was a bold thing. Her assertiveness was a turn-on. He didn't like meek and shy. Not when it came to sex.
When she spit into her palm and smeared it down his length, the best she could, he parted his lips and stepped on the gas. She was already exceeding any expectations he had for her. Maybe she'd prove him wrong.
Her nail scraped the underside of him and she moaned, "Really want it in my mouth."
He gulped harshly and ticked his jaw, "Just be patient. I'll let you put it in your mouth soon enough."
"And where are we going? Your place?"
He nodded, "Just a few minutes away."
She squeezed around him and pulled upward slowly. She knew already, he was well above average and she was going to have to work to give him a proper blowy.
His house was a one story, the driveway at the front with a garage attached. He lifted his hand and pushed on a device that was clinging to his sun visor and the garage door began to open. There was a covered motorcycle along the back wall and then the garage door closed after he shut off the engine.
She moved her hand away and unbuckled herself as he got out. When she reached down to pick up her little purse she realized her panties were already wet. She grinned as she stepped out, adjusting her dress before closing the door, and then followed behind him as he led her into a dark hallway.
When he turned on the lights she took it all in. Hardwood floors led into a dining area and then a kitchen. Hung on the walls were photos of himself with two children and then more framed photos with just the kids.
"Do you have kids?"
"I do. Boy and a girl. 7 and 10."
"You're not married are you?"
He laughed, "If I were you'd have known. Wouldn't have been out in the first place if I had a wife waiting for me at home."
She nodded as he turned on the kitchen light and pulled out two glasses before filling them with water.
"Divorced?"
Handing her a glass he squinted, "Yes."
She took a sip. He was a man of few words she'd gathered. She looked around the kitchen. Wood cabinets, an outdated laminate countertop, stainless steel appliances. The space could use some updating but it was large and he had a big pantry.
Sitting the glass down on the counter she watched him closely. His pants were still unbuttoned. She eyed the space at his crotch as he placed his own glass down next to hers.
"It's not gonna suck itself."
She laughed and looked up at him. He had a genuine smile on his face that time. The first real smile she'd seen from him all night. A healthy row of clean teeth, a dimpleâŚ
"Hmm⌠I think you're right. Let's see what we've gotâŚ"
She moved in front of him and placed her hands on his pants to push them away but before she could inch them down he wrapped his meaty hand around the back of her neck and drew her into his chest. His mouth was warm and soft. His tongue tasted like the whisky he'd been drinking.
Letting go of his pants she held onto his biceps as he used his free hand to push her hips against his. Still nice and hard. He ran his tongue over her lips and she moaned into his mouth. He worked his warm lips down to her jaw and then he licked upward on her neck, the wet patch was cool on her skin from the air in the kitchen. He did it again and her knees almost gave out. She hadn't been licked like that before.
He kissed over her clavicle and then drew his tongue over her flesh. Her heart was thrumming quickly and she squeezed his strong arms when he rutted against her.
"You good at sucking cock, Y/n?" He pushed his nose against her jawline and the hot breath from his words scattered over the skin on her neck.
"I want to be," she spoke breathlessly, eyes fluttering closed as he mawed at her throat.
He parted from her neck and looked down at her, half-lidded gaze and spit-slicked lips, "Go on."
Instantly she dropped to her knees as her fingers worked deftly at pulling his pants down and then his underwear. She'd sucked a handful of dicks so she knew a couple of moves.
Getting her hand around his thick shaft proved to be a small challenge. To say he was thick⌠understatement. Long too. His tip was smooth, mushroomed with ridges along the length that she hoped she'd get to feel later on. His was the kind of cock that women dreamed of.
Looking up at him she licked her palm and used her spit to pump him slowly. Another glob over his tip for good measure. Then she pressed a kiss to the base of him, just over his sac, and screwed her eyes upward to watch his expression as she licked his balls, one side at a time. She wound her tongue all around to wet him before sucking at one side, pulling it into her mouth and he let out a ragged breath, his dark pupils spreading inky until the soft green had almost vanished.
He liked it.
She worked around the other side, sucking him in again and swirling her tongue softly underneath the tender bits. He gripped the counter behind himself.
Pulling off she straightened her back and licked upward, feeling every delicious thick ridge along his shaft until her tongue met his smooth crown. Laving every crevice of his tip, she dipped her tongue into his slit and then ran it under the frenulum before she wetted every inch of his glans.
Her mouth was watering when she parted her lips around him and flitted her gaze upward. He was watching her with a slack jaw as she took him a little deeper. He cradled the back of her head and moaned.
"Just suck the tipâŚ."
She blinked up at him and pulled her lips just over the lip, swirling and suckling around him like he wanted.
"Fuck. Just like that." His hand at the back of her head was easy. He didn't push or pull. It was more like a pleased gesture as his fingertips flexed around her skull gently.
Y/n would have liked to have gone deeper. Wanted to show him her best work. But he seemed rather happy with what she was doing.
She bobbed a couple of times, only to slide her lips back to his tip. Her pace was slow when she began to stroke his length with a little twisting motion.
He was big. She knew she could take more but in a way, she was grateful that that was all he was asking for.
A groan fell from his chest and he bucked forward, his cock slipping down her tongue and she sucked, drawing more of him in as she moved her hands away.
"Goddamnit, you're good."
She took that as permission to go deeper. Relaxing her jaw she closed her eyes and held her breath, pushing down to her limit. She filled her throat with his cock the best she could and gurgled around his tip.
He coughed out a moan and then thumbed at her cheek, "Alright, that's good."
She pulled off of him. His heavy cock aimed right at her face when she sat back on her knees and looked up at him, "I can do better than that."
He laughed and put his hand out for her to take, helping her stand up, "I bet you can. Come on."
Harry kept her hand in his as he led her to his bedroom. It was just past the dark living space and he turned on a floor lamp on the opposite side of the room from the bed. When he turned back toward her he cupped her face and kissed her again.
She pressed her hand into his warm, hard chest and he reached around the back of her dress to pull the zipper downward, his fingers dragging down her skin as he went. His touch sent a tremor down her spine as continued kissing her wetly.
He stepped back, helping her out of her dress until it fell to the floor. His eyes raked over her body and he smoothed his hands over her hips and up to her bra-covered breasts. He stepped in closer, walking her backward toward his bed. He put his hands back on her hips and nudged her to sit before he reached down to lift her leg up by her calf, removing her heels, one at a time.
Y/n's thong was drenched. She stared at him while he placed her shoes side by side at the foot of the bed and then he placed his big palms on her thighs, pushing her legs open, "Lie back."
She let her back hit the mattress as Harry got to his knees on the floor. An arm reached under her thigh as he spread her apart and then she felt her panties being pulled at until her her wet pusslips were right in his face. He groaned and felt a hand slide up the inside of her thigh. He pressed his mouth over her mons and looked up at her before he opened his mouth wide and drew his tongue through her crease making her gasp.
"Get your bra off."
She pushed herself up slightly and worked at the clasp of her bra between moans as Harry continued licking at her pussy. When she pulled her arm through the flimsy material he lifted his head and reached around her back, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck!"
Y/n's finger and her long nails pushed into Harry's hair and scraped at his scalp as he licked and pulled at each nipple. He buried his face between her tits and let out a low sound, like he was murmuring something to her but only her breasts were allowed to hear it.
When he sunk back down he pushed at her so she'd lie back and he started in on her clit, one hand holding her panties to the side as he devoured her glistening cunt.
She kept feeling like she was going to slide off the edge of the bed but Harry's grip on her kept her still. His tongue and his lips were magic as he drew her to her end. She yanked at his hair and babbled his name on repeat as her spine bowed off the bed when she came.
Her chest was still rising and falling heavy when she felt her body being pushed upward. She popped her eyes open and watched him roll a condom over his shaft before he kneed back up onto the bed next to her. He was stark naked. His body was insane. Thick muscle and masculine everything. Tattoos scatter over his arms and chest.
Fuck, she muttered under her breath.
"Flip over, for me," his deep voice was husky as he motioned toward her to move.
She rolled to her stomach and she felt his fingers slide between the band of her panties and her hips as he pulled them down her legs.
"Ass up a little. I want to see all of you, Y/n."
She grinned and turned to look at him over her shoulder as she lifted her hips and spread her thighs. His lips were parted as he grabbed her ass and squeezed, making her cheeks spread apart. He inhaled sharply through his teeth and then dipped in, kissing her pussy from behind before licking upward over her ass.
She squealed quietly and bit her lip, still watching him behind her as he lifted, a lopsided grin on his face. He gazed at her as he fisted the base of his cock and slid the head up and down her soaked folds before he tipped his hips to push in just the tip.
"Gorgeous. Gonna look even better wrapped around cock. You like anal?"
"Never tried it."
He licked his lips and pressed his lips together as he looked at the spot where his dick was pressed against her cunt, "Figured. S'alright. Pussy's my favorite anyway."
"We could try⌠if you want."
He looked back into her eyes, a cocky smile on his face, "Your little hole would need to be trained. And that takes time. So, there will be no anal tonight. Not gonna try and hurt you. But that's a cute thought."
He canted his hips inward, eyes on hers and her mouth dropped open when she felt her entrance splitting open for him. She was tight, but so slick, it only took a few slow thrusts until he was buried in with a low grunt. He pulled back and then pushed his entire length into the hilt.
"Fuckâfuck!" She cried and stuffed her face into the blankets.
"Too much?"
"No! It's so good. You're just so bigâŚ" She began to send her hips back against him and Harry slowly fucked in to match her pace. His eyes were everywhere. On her puss getting split open on his cock, the curve of her lower back, the swell of her ass.
He just knew she'd look so sweet with her ass stuffed too, but good things like that couldn't be rushed which was a shame.
Every thrust was gushy wet. Y/n bubbled out small moans every time his dick brushed deep into her guts. It was better than she imagined. The way he filled her to the brim was going to turn into an addiction. She'd never slept with any man that had her wanting seconds before they'd even finished.
"Oh my godâŚ" she mewled into the comforter.
"Fuck, I know, babyâŚ"
She fit him like a glove, it was perfect. He went in a little faster, balls thudding against her skin rhythmically making her bounce forward as she spread around his girth. When he ground in she arched her back deeply and let out a soft groan, her hands fisted at the blanket and Harry reached around and smeared his fingertips over her clit.
It had her panting and pushing into him feverishly. She'd needed the friction on her throbbing button and he'd found it easily, thick, rough fingerprints slicking back and forth as he rutted in and in. It sent electrical sparks over her limbs.
"Like that? Needs her clit touched? Shit baby, act like you've never been touched by a man right here beforeâŚ" he plucked at her like he was playing the guitar and she began to fade, her moans getting caught in her chest.
He could feel her walls tightening around him as he drove in deep.
"Fuck, Harryâ fuck!"
He grinned as he watched her shudder, "Give it up, Y/n. There you goâŚ"
She began to pulse around him, a constant stream of nonsense falling from her lips as he stroked against her channel and pushed deep into her tummy, his fingers still working her clit with ease.
Just as her body had tipped and oxygen returned to her lungs he pulled out and she felt him taking her hips and turning her around to her back. Harry grabbed her ankles and lifted until each was settled over his shoulders and pushed back inside of her, cock drilling down to her core making her teeth chatter at the way he split her down the middle.
Harry leaned over her, cock buried deep as she watched her pretty face twist up with pleasure. Plapping into her, her tits wobbled as his balls tightened against his body. The harder he plunged in, the more her legs shook. Soon, her ankles had slipped down and her feet hit the mattress as he continued drilling into her. His face was flushed hot, lips parted, muscles tensed.
Reaching up to his neck she smoothed her fingers over his warm skin and he lowered his chest down to hers and kissed her. That filthy tongue ran over her lips and he sloppily sipped at her between sucking at her lips. Her brain had turned to jelly.
She felt his hand on her outer thigh squeezing and brushing as he fucked down into her. "Mmm⌠fuck, Y/n, m'gonna comeâŚ"
He trembled over her, thick thighs pressed down and flexed as he rutted in and in and in, and then⌠he stilled. A deep, guttural moan vibrated through his chest down into hers.
She sighed when she felt him throbbing, pumping into his condom. Her fingers caressed the muscles over his back and she gasped when he bucked in harshly, once more as he emptied the last of his come into the rubber wrapped around his cock.
He slowed his kisses until they were lazy little pecks and then he looked down at her, his chest heaving. She was already grinning up at him.
"What?"
She blinked her eyes, "That was fun."
He puffed out a breath, "I guess that's a good way to describe it."
Harry was a gentleman as he pulled out slowly and helped her off the bed and led her to his bathroom. He helped her clean up and listened to her tell him about her job âjust reminding him that she was an adult after he commented on her being so young again.
When she picked her dress up off the floor and started to step into it, Harry frowned, "What are you doing?"
She stopped and raised her brows. "Getting dressed. Was gonna call an Uber. I'm sure you don't want a stranger in your house all night," she laughed.
Harry pulled at her hand, making her drop her dress, "What kind of men have you been hanging out with that let you leave in an Uber at 2 am? You'll stay here."
She opened her mouth and then closed it in surprise before tilting her head in confusion, "Really? I just assumedâ"
"You'll stay the night here. There's no way in hell you're getting an Uber at this time of night. It's dangerous."
She grinned and shrugged, "Well then⌠can I have a shirt or something to sleep in?"
He placed his warm hands on her hips, "You can have a t-shirt if you like. I prefer to sleep naked myself."
"Oh yeah? I usually do too as a matter of fact."
He held her out in his arms and eyed her naked frame, "Looks like we're both good to go then. We'll get you sorted in the morning. I'll give you a ride home then."
"I think you just want to keep me here with you," she chuckled.
Harry shook his head and released her hips before he popped her on the bottom with his palm. She bleated out a laugh.
"Get your ass in bed before I change my mind."
"Yes, sir."
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The Alchemy | D.M.
summary: Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he canât contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.
pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader
includes: FLUFF, established relationship (and a last name of Evergreen for the reader)
a/n: inspired by the olympics recently â¤ď¸
When Draco asked you out in fourth year, you thought it was a joke. Sure, you were both acquainted due to your pure wizardry bloodline, but you were in Hufflepuff. The only time the other houses thought you were useful was when they wanted to sneak into the kitchen. So when he came up and sat down beside you when you were studying potions, you were disheartened.
âMalfoy, please donât do this.â You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were just starting to understand what ingredients made a truth serum.
âDo what? Iâm asking you if you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.â He spun the Malfoy signet ring adorning his hand.
You look up at him with tired eyes, âDid someone put you up to this?â
âWhat? No no, Iââ He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warm at how you were able to fluster him with even a small glance. âIâm really asking you to go on a date with me.â
You search his face for any indication of a lie, before biting your lip softly and looking down at your parchment. âAre you really?â
âI am.â Draco dropped his hand onto yours to stop your fidgeting with the quill.
You felt your own face heat up at the notion. He thumbed your palm softly as you stayed quiet, not minding his closeness. Finally, you looked up at him, âYou have yourself a date, Malfoy.â He sent you a soft smile but before he could say anything else, you interrupted. âPlease donât let me down.â
Draco never let you down. Despite your earlier doubts, you saw how kind and thoughtful the Malfoy heir was underneath his hardened shell his father had built around him. In private, he was always attentive, loving, clingy â there wasnât a moment where he was separated from you. In public, he had to rein in those feelings just for you.
Even when you started your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still terrified what others at school would say about a Hufflepuff dating the Slytherin Prince. Sure, his parents and your parents knew, but not the entirety of Hogwarts. You had asked Draco to keep your relationship private until you were ready to face the reality of your relationship to the rest of the world. He begrudgingly agreed, respecting your wishes; but the need to kiss you in front of the entire student body to rightly claim that you were his was wavering.
Especially when it had been three years since you first started dating. And right now, you were currently hiding below the stands together as you greeted him with good luck kisses for his final quidditch match as a student in Hogwarts.
âI.â Kiss. âLove.â Kiss. âYou.â Kiss. You say softly as he holds you close by your hips â smiling into all your kisses. âGood.â Kiss. âLuck.â Kiss.
âYouâre killing me here, love.â Draco murmurs against your lips. He pulls away gently to look at your ever so loving gaze. He draws small hearts on you hip, âYou done?â
âNever.â You kiss him again, hands cupping his jaw. âI want you to be stuck with me forever.â
He hums into the kiss as you thumb his cheeks softly, âI will after I win this game, my love.â
You separate again, grinning like a lovesick puppy. âGood luck, Dray. Iâll see you later.â You press one last kiss to his lips before leaving his arms and running up the Hufflepuff stands to cheer. You couldnât deny that even after all these years he still made you giddy and red.
Draco shook his head with a soft smile only you could coax out of him. He walked out from the stands and hopped on his broom, ready in the air for his final match as Slytherinâs seeker. Cheers filled the stadium as the players took their place, captains shaking hands.
The final match for Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably the most anticipated all year round. Since it was also Harry Potterâs last game as seeker, and the two seekers were known as rivals, it was hyped up to be one of the best end matches of the season.
As the game progressed, Slytherin and Gryffindor were constantly tied. It was really up to the seekers to find the golden snitch to determine the winner. There were bets taking place in the house stands, mind fixated on earning a few galleons for the last time. For the Hufflepuff stands, they were a house divided. Many cheered for scarlet and gold while the other half cheered for green and silver.
You didnât mind the division between your house. After all, you only watched the games for Draco. Your friends were cheering for the Gryffindors whilst you carried the small Slytherin flag in your hands â eyes trained on the blonde high above the game itself. The second you blinked from the blazing sun, Draco was soaring after the golden snitch, Harry close behind and eventually flying right next to him.
The shouts from the stands only fueled the seekersâ attention to the flying gold. Draco and Harry were chasing in circles after the snitch, attention focused on nothing else even as the bludger zoomed past them.
You held your breath as they both reach out for the snitch. Your friend held your shoulder in anticipation, watching the two closely. Before you could register what happened, she gasped and shook your shoulders in frustration.
âI lost ten galleons to that!â She sighed heavily as Draco flashed the golden snitch in the air.
The rush of the win made you scream happily with the other Hufflepuffs and houses cheering for the Slytherin team. You wear clapping your hands as the team began flying around in victory. You watched as Draco flew around the stands more as the rest of the Slytherin team settled on the grounds. His eyes scanned the stadium until they lit up when they saw you at the very front of the Hufflepuff stands â waving your Slytherin flag with pride.
âSeems like Malfoy is off showing the last snitch heâll catch for the Slytherin quidditch team! But we all want to know where the trophy is!â The third year announcer spoke, voice casted across the stadium.
You smiled at Draco softly when you finally met his eyes. And before you knew it, he flew right over to you and cupped your face, kissing you senselessly. You grinned into the kiss as you held his cheeks, the shouts and screams from your housemates blending in your ears.
âAw, quite a beautiful way to celebrate the win. Donât you think so, McGonagall? Honestly, I wasnât expecting Malfoy and Evergreenâ Ow, sorry.â The third year announcer spoke once more, rubbing the spot the professor lightly hit them with a newspaper.
You part from Draco with a blinding smile, âI think I agree, this is a beautiful way to celebrate.â You say quietly only for him to hear, pressing quick kisses to his lips.
âIâm proud of you, love.â Draco nudges your nose with his to gently stop your kisses for a second â even though he did want more.
âMe? You just won the quidditch cup for your house!â You laugh while wrapping your arms behind his neck, careful in trying not to pull him off his broom.
He rubbed the apples of your cheeks, âYou just let me kiss you in front of the entire student body⌠I think thatâs more important.â He pulled you in for another mind searing kiss, making you smile helplessly.
âAGAIN?â The third year announcer shouted into the microphone once more. âIs thereââ
âAlright, weâre done announcing, boys and girls.â Professor McGonagall spoke and shut the speakers off; although she was quite happy for the couple.
You giggled as he pulled you into a hug. âI love you.â
Draco pressed kisses to your cheek repeatedly, âI love you more.â
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The Other Man H.S
Summary:Â Where y/n's husband opens up her marriage and she meets Harry on Tinder...
Warning: Smut, oral (f & m recieving), penetration, dirty talk (degradation & praise), spanking, squirting, I think that's it?
Word count:Â 13.5k+
Author's note: Hellooo long time no see! It feels like forever since I posted anything and I do apologise for that my brain was taking a hiatus apparently but hopefully I can get back into the groove! This probably needs editing but I hope you like it anywayy.
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âSo⌠do you do this a lot?â
âWhat do you mean?â You took a sip of your wine, trying to sate the erratic nerves jumping within the walls of your body. Not even a few drinks before you arrived to your date could save you.Â
âGo on Tinder dates.âÂ
Harry, the man who effortlessly charmed you when your friends encouraged you to swipe right on him seemed as relaxed as ever. He had this calm and sensual aura about him that existed through every little thing he did. His smile, the way he thanked the waitress, the way he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and guided you to the table with a hand on the small of your back. Everything.Â
It was all a little too charming for your first date back in the game. Part of you even wished it would be a disaster. Then you reminded yourself that there had to be a first date. That you had to reclaim your desirability and get back into the dating scene to find yourself again. It had been three months after all, nearly four since your marriage blew up in your face and everything about your life changed.Â
You felt like you were ready. Or at least willing to give it a crack.
âYou seem a little nervous, thatâs why I ask. I didnât mean to offend you.â Harry spoke up again when you didnât answer right away.Â
âYou didnât offend me,â you assured, blushing at the way you got so caught up in the attraction of him, âbut is it really that obvious?â You shook your head, laughing softly like the idea of actually being on a date was unfathomable. It was. To you anyway; especially given the fact that the man sitting in front of you wasnât your husband. âThis is my first date in⌠a while.â
âItâs not obvious.â Harry laughed softly, running his hand through his hair. âBut itâs okay to be nervous. Iâm nervous too.â
âYou are?â Your eyes widened, âitâs not because Iâm married, is it? Because I put it in my profile and-â
âItâs not because youâre married,â He assured, interrupting your clear panic. He found it quite adorable actually. âItâs because I like you and I think youâre beautiful. I wouldnât be here if I thought otherwise.â
Oh.Â
Harry didnât want to overstep. He had only been chatting with you for a week before meeting in person, but he already liked you, at least from the few bits of information he learnt about you. And you were quite pretty, insanely pretty actually. Harry thought you were attractive from your profile, but seeing you in person only solidified that. It would take some serious differences between you two for him to not want to pursue things.
But this was a first date afterall and he wasnât going to put pressure on something so fresh. You were clear before even meeting him that you werenât looking for anything serious and Harry was happy with that. Whatever the outcome of this date, he at least wanted to make sure you had a good time. Even if it meant you two never saw each other again.
âOh.â You felt your heart hammering in your chest at the compliment. Even his eye contact was making you a jittery mess. Harry made you nervous. Giddy even and you had barely known the man a week. âThank you.â
Carson still complimented you, even still said he loved you, but nothing really felt the same after he wanted to open your marriage. It was like a wrecking ball to your life. Your heart broke instantly and your self esteem took the biggest hit you had ever experienced. Your own fucking husband asking to open your marriage after nearly three years of being married, six of being in a relationship. How were you supposed to take it?
He gave you those same reasons many guys give when they want to open a relationship; that you just didnât fulfill his needs sexually anymore and that he needed more to be satisfied. You tried to explain that youâd be willing to explore his fantasies if he just communicated them, especially since he had been the one leading a very vanilla (but good) sex life since you two got married, but he didnât like that idea.Â
You came to the conclusion there was someone else. Carson denied it and told you he still loved you, but you couldnât ignore the gut feeling that this was all some fucked up coverup to excuse cheating. So you said no. Safe to say that didnât work out because a divorce ultimatum and three months later and you were here, trying to reap the benefits from an open relationship you were too reluctant to explore.Â
Carson of course was happy to follow the rules you two set and be out nearly every damn night with someone, but you could never bring yourself to do it. You were still hung up on the hurt and pure embarassment you felt being forced to open a marriage you thought was happy. In the end you realised that you deserved the pleasure Carson was getting from someone else. You deserve to be desired and taken out on dates. It didnât seem fair that only one person was benefitting.
âYouâre welcome, love.â Harry smiled, âletâs just not put any pressure on it, okay? No expectations or anything. Weâll just get to know each other and see where the night takes us.â
You liked the sound of that. You liked the sound of him calling you âloveâ even more.Â
âOkay,â you nodded, âI like the idea of that.â
âGood.â Harry raised his wine glass in a toast and you couldnât help but feel a little mesmerised by the sight of his ringed fingers wrapped around the glass. Shaking yourself out of it, you raised yours as well. âTo us.â He offered.
âTo us.â
The date with Harry went far better than you ever couldâve expected. He was sweet and charming and all the things that drew you to him via text were even better in person. You two had far more in common than you realised and even the things you didnât only added so much interest to the conversation. He made you laugh harder than you had for months and was the perfect gentleman all night.Â
You two didnât sleep together, not that you went into this date wanting to sleep with him anyway because you werenât really sure what to expect, but you came out of it hoping heâd offer to walk you up to your hotel door and maybe continue walking you right to your bed. Harry didnât do that of course and instead offered you a kiss on your cheek and an invitation for dinner again next week, but that only made you want him more.
Leading up to the date was so overstimulating and so much all at once that you decided to book a room at the hotel in the same complex as your dinner (which he so kindly paid for), just so youâd have time in a clean environment to process your thoughts afterwards.Â
Carson was out with his girlfriend April tonight, as thatâs what she was to him now, so he wouldnât be home anyway. But you didnât want to be getting ready in your own room near the bed you and your husband shared, only to return to it after a date that couldâve been terrible. You wanted something just for you so no matter the outcome and no matter how you felt about it, you had somewhere free from any memories relating to your marriage.
When Harry offered the second date, you told him youâd think about it. He understood, took it like a great guy (the bare minimum, yes, but you were also expecting him to be too good to be true) then waited until you were in the closing doors of the elevator to say goodnight. It didnât take long after you were clean and in the comfort of a fresh Carson-free bed that you texted Harry to let him know how much you enjoyed the date and that you would like to join him for dinner next week.
He was nice and handsome and you had a really good time with him. The thought of seeing him again made you giddy and you wanted to hang onto that feeling.
Harry: Iâm glad it didnât take you too long to think about it. I had a wonderful night. X
You were practically giggling as you read the text, feeling like a little girl dating a cute guy she liked for the very first time. It was exhilarating. Only one date in and you already understood the appeal Carson was talking about, as much as you wanted to disagree with him.
You: Iâm glad. Goodnight Harry x
Harry: Goodnight, love. Sleep well x
//
âSo what did you get up to last night?â Carson asked, âyou have a nice night away?â
âI went on a date, actually.â Your back was facing towards him as you unpacked your overnight bag. Even though you couldnât see him, you could practically feel the surprise radiating off him.
âOh, really? With who?â Carson walked around until he was in your eyeline. He was trying not to act surprised, but you could see it even better with him in front of you that he was. His tone didnât come off judgemental though and if it did youâd have a few things you could throw back at him. He couldnât really say anything when you had remained silent on all his flings and relationships.Â
âHis nameâs Harry. I met him on tinder.â You shrugged, being honest but trying not to appear too excited about the whole thing. Carson didnât need to know you thought about Harry before you went to sleep, or that you spent a good half an hour on the phone with your friends squealing about your date with him.
âThatâs great.â Carsonâs reply seemed genuine and he held that kind smile that you fell in love with. âHow was it? Did he treat you right?â
âIt was really good, actually,â you paused your unpacking and looked at your husband, seeing the kindness in his eyes as he listened attentively to what you were saying. You wished heâd look like that all the time. âHe was the perfect gentleman and weâre going on another date next week.â
âHe mustâve really liked you then,â he teased.Â
Carson was just joking and being quite civil about the entire thing, but you still felt that churning in your stomach. It would never feel normal talking about a date with someone else, even if it was your date instead of his now.Â
âI guess so. It was only one date though.â
âDid you sleep together?â Then came the dreaded question.Â
You both agreed that you had to disclose when you slept with another person and a condom always had to be used. No details had to be shared and it was preferred that there werenât any, but for your own health and safety, you had to share it with each other. It only really mattered when you two were having sex with each other, which, with work and Carsonâs busy schedule with other people, only happened once a month if that on your scheduled weekend together.Â
Opening the marriage seemed to completely eradicate that part of your relationship and while you were unsatisfied, you couldnât really find it in yourself to try and change that. Not with Carson at least.Â
âNo. You know Iâd tell you if we did.â You didnât really want to talk about it anymore, not when this conversation was ruining your once-happy mood.
âI know,â Carson replied softly, moving forward to place his hands on your hips. âI love you, you know that. I hope you find some joy in Harry, or whoever. Whatever makes you happy, y/n. Thatâs all I want for you.â
That felt like the biggest load of shit ever but you chose not to say that.
So you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to remember when you used to do it and not feel a sense of dread. âI love you too.â
//
You went on a few dates with Harry. You tried to plan things around when Carson was busy so you wouldnât be stuck at home thinking about what he was doing and that seemed to do the trick because you hadnât thought about him once on any of the dates you had with Harry.Â
Things had progressed to a goodbye kiss then a hello kiss when you decided to be a little brave and greet him with one when he picked you up one Saturday morning. And God Harry just knew how to kiss. Even a peck was delicious. His mouth was so soft and sweet and the way he held your face or your waist while kissing you made your entire body light on fire. The more time you spent with him, the more desperate you were becoming to sleep with him.
But Harry was such a gentleman. You didnât want anything serious and he knew that and yet he hadnât made the first move. Kissing you was as far as he got and when things started to get a little heated when you two said goodbye, it would always end far too prematurely for your liking.Â
In your head, a lot of men just wanted to have sex and most of the time did anything and everything to get there before moving on once their post-nut clarity hit. Thatâs kind of what you expected from Harry. Someone so good-looking and out of your league could find sex easily so you assumed heâd be eager to sleep with you. That was part of the allure, wasnât it? To sleep with a married woman? The nasty, scandalous thrill of being with someone that belonged to someone else.
Yet Harry never treated you like that, in fact, he didnât even bring up your marriage unless you started the conversation. Harry just treated you like someone genuinely interested in getting to know you.Â
âCan I ask you something?âÂ
It was only your third date. This conversation shouldâve come up earlier, maybe even on one of the many text conversations or calls you had, but you were a little caught up in his charm and romance to think about it then and you wanted to see his reaction in person. In the very beginning you werenât even sure if youâd be seeing him again but now that you were up to date three and he just never brought up the fact that you were married⌠well you wanted to know why. He knew your marriage was open but you didnât quite understand why was he okay with it? There had to be a reason, right?Â
âOf course you can.â He leaned back against the chair and tucked his elbow on the edge of the balcony you two were sitting at. It was a picturesque little cafe overlooking a river and it truly felt like you two were on some romantic holiday. The sun was gorgeous even despite the cold breeze and Harry looked effortlessly handsome.Â
âWhy do you⌠I donât know how to put it.â You sat a bit straighter in your chair, fiddling with the rings on your fingers. Your wedding ring. You werenât sure why you still wore it on your dates with Harry, but it was a habit and you were married. âYou never bring up Carson or the fact that Iâm married and I want to know whyâŚâ
âWhy I donât care?â He asked, finishing off your sentence.Â
âYeahâŚâ You nodded, âI guess I just donât get it. Youâre a lot younger than me-â
âIâm 27 and itâs only five years.â He corrected, looking quite amused by your comment. Five years was a big gap when he was younger than you, at least you thought so.Â
âStill.â You pressed, âYouâre young and Iâm married. I just donât understand why youâre choosing to go out with me and not someone else. And the fact that youâre okay with my marriage it just⌠I donât know.â You looked away for a moment, needing to break free from his eye contact so you werenât completely swept up in it. âIâm not sure if Iâd be the same. Iâm not the same and Iâm the one whoâs married.â
âIâve been married beforeâŚâÂ
Well, you certainly didnât expect that.
âWhat?â Your eyes widened and Harry nearly laughed at how shocked you were.
âI was only 20 at the time and it was stupid to say the least but we were happy and in love and marriage seemed like the answer to all our problems.â He smiled at the memory, tracing his finger around the rim of his water glass as he thought back to that time in his life.Â
âAnd it wasnât?â
âNo.â He chuckled, sighing while running a hand through his hair. âMarriage caused more problems than it was worth. Steph and I were broke and both in school. We could barely afford our degrees let alone rent and it just caused so many arguments. Too many arguments. We still loved each other and we made it work but over time⌠the love faded.â Harry shrugged. This felt like too intense of a conversation for breakfast, but you werenât really expecting to find out about a marriage.Â
âWowâŚâ You breathed. âIâm sorry. Um, how long were you two married?â
âThree years. We were just too young and going through too many changes. In the end, we were more like roommates than husband and wife. Didnât have sex for the last six months because we were too busy working and emotionally disconnecting from each other.â He looked out to the water, turning back to finish off his point. âAnyway. What Iâm trying to say is that shit happens. Relationships arenât clear-cut. I can tell youâre not just trying to get some exciting thrill by cheating on your husband so as far as Iâm concerned itâs just you and me.â Harry bumped his foot against yours under the table, smirking ever so slightly. âIf that changes Iâm sure youâll let me know.â
Harry spoke about it in such a respectful way. You imagined it was far messier than he made it out to be, but he didnât blame Steph or attack her character to make himself the good guy in all of it. It was refreshing and mature. Was it bad that him being married before only made him more attractive?
Maybe it was because you now knew that he understood you.Â
âThatâs a very⌠refreshing outlook, Harry.â
âRefreshing?â He chuckled, âNo. Realistic.â He leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table, nudging your foot again. âAnd to answer your other question, the reason Iâm out with you and not âsomebody elseâ is because I like you. I told you that on our very first date and Iâll say it again. I like you. Simple.â
âYou act like things are so easy.â You laughed, blushing at his honesty.Â
âThey can be.â He reached for your hand, threading your fingers together before squeezing. âIt feels easy with you.â
Yeah⌠it did.Â
To make things worse⌠or better? his admission only made you more insatiable for him. Nothing he said was remotely casual, but it had also been a long time since you were dating. Aside from Carson, only one other man had touched you, so you didnât really have a good gauge on navigating new beginnings or sex with a new person. You knew how to please a man but all your skills were honed in on one man.Â
So when Harry offered to host dinner at his house for your next date, your stomach was a mixture of nerves and pure excitement. You hadnât been there before, but with his invitation to stay the night, you didnât really care what his place looked like, just that he had a nice clean bed to fuck you on.Â
You never thought youâd be in this position, but you also never thought youâd be in an open marriage with a man you imagined building a family with. You didnât see that happening now, but what you did see was you enjoying yourself and getting to explore another man for the first time in years.
Harry wouldnât have just invited you to spend the night if he wasnât interested in sleeping with you. He didnât fit into the dump-and-run stereotype you created in your head, but he sure as hell wasnât uninterested in sex. He practically oozed it from his fucking pores.Â
âY/n!â Harry beamed, opening the door with a big charming grin. He looked gorgeous and you were taken aback at just how good-looking he was. He told you to dress casually and while he matched the criteria with a pair of jeans and a loose white button-up, he looked anything but casual.Â
âHi,â you smiled, stepping inside. You barely made it into the doorway before he grabbed your overnight back from your shoulder, slung it on his and then cupped your face to bring you in for a kiss. You gasped a little into his mouth, humming when you relaxed into it and grabbed onto the sides of his mouth to reciprocate.Â
It felt so young kissing like this; languid and passionately right in the open doorway of his house where anyone who drove or walked past could see. But you didnât really care who saw when he was nudging you against the doorway and crowding you with his body. It wasnât an innocent kiss thatâs for sure.Â
His mouth moved expertly against yours, tongue sliding against the seam of your mouth until it was brushing against yours. He grabbed onto your waist, pulling you flush against him until he was consuming every part of you. It was delirious the way he sucked on your tongue and groaned at the taste of your mouth.Â
If this was setting the tone for the evening, you could barely wait.Â
âDid you miss me or something?â You joked, breathing heavily as the kiss broke.Â
He smiled, nodding while running his thumb over your mouth. He dragged his eyes over your body, taking in your nice fitting jeans and top with the most perfect amount of cleavage he could die. You were radiant. âVery much so.âÂ
God.
âCome in, love. Itâs cold out.â Harry stepped out of the way properly this time, closing the door behind you while you looked around his entranceway.Â
âShoes off?â
âIf you donât mind.â
âOf course.âÂ
Harry walked you straight through to his living area. It was a warm, inviting home with soft lighting and lots of texture. He had a musical influence throughout but in the most tasteful way ever. Posters, vinyls and a gorgeous record player front and centre in his living room. His style was envying and you wished Carson would let you do even half the things Harry had done to his house.Â
You could see yourself being very comfortable here.Â
âYour house is gorgeous, Harry.â You complimented, looking around the space in awe.Â
âThank you.â He gushed, setting your bag down on one of his armchairs before walking into the kitchen. âI originally hired an interior designer then ended up picking all her opposite choices. I think I did an okay job.â
âI think so.â You agreed, following him to the island bench. The entire house was fragrant. It was a mixture of some citrusy candle, whatever delicious dish was in the oven and his cologne. It was intoxicating. âUgh and it smells so good in here. What is that?â you practically moaned.
âAlfredo chicken pasta.â Harry mused, grabbing a bottle of red from his wine fridge. âI know you like it. Thought I should try and impress you for our first at home date.â
âSo far itâs working. Just need to wait until itâs in my mouth for the final verdict.â You replied, pressing your hip to the bench while looking at him. âCanât give you a raving review before Iâve tried it, can I?â
If Harry set the tone with the kiss, you set the tone with your words and those flirty eyes of yours. He pressed his tongue into his cheek, nearly audibly moaning at the double entendre. Harry had been holding back on how badly he wanted you since the first date.Â
There was an instant fire between you. Chemistry he had been wanting to act upon for weeks. But he knew this was the first relationship for you since your husband suggested opening your marriage and he didnât want to push things. You two spoke about it extensively after the third date when you wanted to clear the air to figure out what Harry got from this.Â
Harry got pure pleasure. To him it was simple. He enjoyed your company and you seemed genuine in what you told him about your situation, so why wouldnât he pursue things with you?
âYouâre a smart woman.â Harry smirked, pouring the red wine into both wine glasses he had set on the bench before your arrival. âActions speak louder than words, donât they?â The way he looked at you nearly had you sweating.Â
âItâs an age-old saying, after all.â You mused, thanking him once he passed you a glass. âTo us?â
âTo our first night together.â He clinked his glass against yours, eliciting a smile that had you trying to hide how nervous he truly made you feel. It had been a while since you got butterflies in the presence of a man.Â
âNow, tell me all about your day. Mustâve been pretty relaxing if you had so much time to get all pretty for me.â He teased, reaching out to pluck at the hem of your shirt.Â
âYeah right.â You snorted, jumping straight into all the problems you encountered during your work day.Â
Dinner went perfect as it usually did. You both laughed and drank and shared a delicious meal. By the time dessert came, Harry had moved from his chair opposite you to sit right beside you, deciding to play a game with the few mini dishes he made. He didnât really explain why he chose to make multiple options, only that you had to guess what each one is.Â
You werenât really going to stop him from feeding you, were you?Â
âOkay keep your eyes closed.â He prompted, walking over to the table with the long plate housing the mini desserts.Â
âOkay! Okay theyâre closed.â You shuffled in your chair, trying not to sneak a peek even if you wanted to.Â
âKeep them closed.â He warned again, his arm brushing yours as he set the plate onto the table.Â
âThey are.â You defended.Â
âHow many fingers?â Harry sat right next to you, waving two fingers in front of your face.Â
âHarry!â
âOkay.â He laughed. Harry grabbed one of the dessert spoons and took a small chunk from the first dessert before bringing it close to your face. âAny guesses?â
âSmells warm.â You guessed, breathing in the delicious cinnamon-or was it caramel? âCaramel?â
âVery good, Angel.â He praised, unintentionally making your breath hitch. That little bit of praise hit you right in the belly, making a swarm of butterflies flutter all over. âOpen your mouth.â
Shit. If only he was asking you to open your mouth for something else.Â
You did as instructed and widened your mouth, rubbing your palms up and down your thighs. He brought the spoon to your mouth, letting you suck it clean before removing it. âDo you have a guess?â
âMmh.â You hummed softly, savoring the taste of the dessert you had on your first date. âSticky date pudding?â
âAtta girl!â He cheered. âWell done.â
If he praised you one more time⌠god you almost felt pathetic at how turned on you were getting. And over food.Â
âCan I open my eyes now?â You whispered, wanting to look at him.Â
âNope. Next one.â He took a spoon from the next dessert and repeated the same movements, holding it in front of your nose so you could smell it first. âWhat can you smell?â
âCustard maybe? Vanilla?âÂ
âYeah⌠on the right track.â He mused, âopen up.â Then once again he fed you the spoon.Â
âOh thatâs so good.â You practically moaned, feeling his thumb brush against your mouth to wipe away a bit of custard. He sucked his thumb clean of it, watching you enjoy the dessert. Your moans of appreciation were hitting him harder than he thought they would but he just couldnât help himself. You were moaning over something he made. He could only imagine what youâd sound like moaning over his cock or his mouth. âIs it⌠like a custard croissant cake or pudding? Whatever you call it.â
âYou know your desserts. Iâm impressed.â
âWe had it on our second date, Harry.â And thatâs when it clicked. âAre these desserts weâve had on our dates?âÂ
âMaybe. Depends if you can guess the last one. Now open up pretty girl.â At his last instruction you opened your mouth and your eyes at the same time, looking right at him. âHeyy. Thatâs cheating.â He complained, feeding it to you.Â
There was something erotic about the way you sucked that spoon clean, even going as far as plucking it from Harryâs fingers so you could get all the chocolate from it. âI knew it was chocolate pudding before you even fed it to me.â You whispered, looking down at the nicely plated dish. âDid you really make dishes weâve had on our dates?â
âMaybe.â He repeated, scanning his eyes along your side profile. âToo much?â
No. Fuck, you were about ready to jump his bones.Â
âNo.â You shook your head and set the spoon down. âThis is⌠this is really thoughtful. Thank you.â
It was romantic. Everything about this date was romantic.Â
âYouâre welcome.â Harry murmured, eyes flickering down to your mouth. A playful smile emerged on his mouth and you could just tell something was up.Â
âWhat?â You chuckled.Â
âYouâve got something here.â He reached out to cup your face, swiping your mouth clean like he did before. âSee? Mustâve liked the chocolate pudding.âÂ
Before he had a chance to lick it clean himself, you grabbed his hand and brought his thumb to your mouth. His lips parted and his eyes darkened as he watched you wrap your lips around it, sucking on it gently.Â
âItâs goodâŚâ you whispered, eyes fluttering when he cupped your jaw. The heat rising in the room was almost unbearable. Every second felt like an hour, every flick of his eyes between your own and your mouth like a century. The touch of his pinky grazing your neck had you shivering and all you wanted-no, craved was his mouth on yours. You bit your lip, releasing it with a pop before breathing out a soft laugh. âSo are you going to kiss me or-â
You couldnât say another word because Harry had already slid his hand back to thread through your hair and pulled you right in for a kiss. You whimpered as your lips met in a soft kiss. It started gently, but as the seconds went by and your hands ended up in his hair, it was getting hot and heavy.Â
âHarryâŚâ you sighed, breaking when you needed to breathe.Â
âGod I love kissing you.â He murmured, tipping your head back so he could kiss along your jaw towards your neck.Â
âIâŚâ you swallowed thickly while rubbing your hands down his neck towards his shirt buttons. You were desperate to see more of his skin. To feel more of it. âI want you.â
Harry paused, breathing heavily while pulling back to look at you. His lips were already swollen; all pink and yummy looking and his eyes had this dark look in them. It was a look you were sure you had given him countless times. When your heavy kisses got cut short or when you were forced to say goodnight when you really wanted to invite him in. You were sure you were giving it to him now.Â
âI want you. Really fucking bad.â He admitted, reaching to push your hair back from your face. âI just donât want to rush you, baby. I didnât invite you over expecting anything and-shit.â Harryâs eyes widened as you bit the bullet and ripped your shirt off before putting it down on your lap.Â
You were everything he imagined youâd be. No. You were better. Gorgeous in every way and in one of the prettiest bras he had ever seen. You couldâve worn anything though and he still wouldâve thought that. But Jesus. Â
âYouâre not rushing me.â You whispered, âbut I am wearing matching underwear so you can rush that if you want toâŚâ
Harry swooped in again, holding your face in both hands to kiss you. âI want to.â He practically moaned, âbut Iâm not rushing anything with you. Iâve wanted to do this for a long time.â
âGood.â You smiled softly, sliding your palms over his chest before undoing the top button. âGood.â You barely whispered the word before kissing him again.Â
Harry pulled you closer by your hips, nudging your shirt to the ground so your legs thread into each other. He ran his hands over your torso, your waist and your arms while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. His skin was warm and soft and you were addicted to the feeling of his chest hairs against your hands.Â
He undid your pants, draping the zipper down before making the executive decision to stand up and force you up as well with his hands on your hips. Your pants and top fell to the floor with ease and he was quick to push the dessert plate and cutlery out of the way so he could pick you up and set you on the edge of the table.Â
He was obsessed with how your body felt in his hands and under his lips and he wanted to explore every inch of you. He let his mouth trail along your collarbones and neck, down to the clevage spilling from your bra. You were so soft and sweet, so plush in his hands. Harry never wanted this to end and it had barely started. He hadnât even tasted you yetâŚ
âYouâre so goddamn beautiful, y/n.â Harry breathed, taking a moment to just look at you. He reached in to kiss you gently while massaging your thighs, sliding his fingers so close to the edge of your underwear without brushing them at all. âCan I touch you?âÂ
âYes.â You nodded eagerly, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. That was when you caught sight of the twinking diamond on your ring finger. The reminder that despite all verbal permission given by your husband as per your arrangement, you were still going to sleep with another man while married. âCan I ask a favour, though. Before we⌠do anything?â
âOf course.â He urged, eyes softening. âAnything. What is it?â
His gaze was so soft⌠so endearing. Harry showed more care for what you were saying than your husband did in the months he was off dating other people. Probably for months before that too.Â
You breathed out heavily, heart thumping in your ears as you pulled your ring finger off and played with it in your hands. âWill you put this in your pocket? I donât want it on for this. I just want it to be you and me.â
âIâll keep it safe.â Harry promised, holding his palm flat for you to put the ring on. âEven if you wore it, it would still be you and me, y/n.â He assured, sliding the ring into the tiny pocket at the front of his jeans.Â
âIt wouldnât.â You whispered, smiling softly while reaching forward to kiss him again. âIt is now, though.â
Harry moaned into the kiss, pulling you closer to him so he had better access to you. Then he went back to just touching you. Caressing you. He palmed at your breasts and your thighs and your belly⌠everywhere he could.Â
Carson knew how to make you cum, but Harry didnât and that was almost better. He didnât skip through to the end, to what he knew would work. No, Harry took his sweet time running his hands and his mouth over your body, trying to figure out what you liked best. He wanted to memorise the little jerks or squeezes of your thighs the prettiest soft whimpers if he touched you just so.Â
Harry loved the first time he slept with someone knew. It was a new experience and an entirely new set of likes and dislikes for him to explore. And after you dressed up so nice for him and wore what wouldâve had to be the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen, Harry couldnât have been more excited. He had been waiting for this since the moment he met you face to face.Â
âWhat do you like?â Harry breathed, smoothing his hands over your stomach up towards your breasts. They slipped under the cups of your bra to push it above your nipples so he could pinch them in both hands. âTell me. Please.â He was almost desperate, needing to know how he could please you.
âI like what youâre doing now. I likeâŚâ You swallowed, whimpering ever so slightly when he pinched your right nipple a little harder, âI like when you look at meâŚâ
âWhat else?â Harry murmured, keeping his eyes laced with yours as he dipped down to tug at your nipple with his teeth instead. He soothed the ache with his tongue; all hot and slick. All you could think about was his tongue being somewhere else. Getting head was a rare commodity in your house. Carson was quite decent at it, actually, but it was one of those things where it took forever for you to cum. You both worked demanding jobs so when you got time or needed release, it was usually something quick to get the job done.Â
But god, youâd kill to be eaten out.Â
âFuckâŚâ you gasped, running a hand through his soft hair. While you were nervous about sleeping with a new man, there was one thing marriage life did prepare you for; saying what you wanted. You had no problems telling Harry exactly what you liked. âI like dirty talk too. I like to be praisedâŚâ you had to pause when he sucked on your nipple again, releasing it with a pop that had you shivering when the air hit the wetness left behind by his tongue. âDegraded tooâŚâ
âYeah?â Harry cocked his head, smirking like you just unlocked something evil in him. âAnything you donât like to be called?â
âStupid. I donât like being called a bitch, either.âÂ
âWouldnât dream of it, pretty girl,â Harry assured, tucking his fingers into the waistband of your pretty underwear and sliding them side to side against your skin. Harry wouldâve loved to get you completely bare for him, but there was something so sexy about fucking you while you were wearing the lingerie. You wore it for a reason, it would be a shame to let it lay on the floor for the entire night, especially when you looked so fucking good at it. âTell me more. I want to know what I can do to you.â
âItâs too easy if I give you all the answers, Harry. Iâll tell you if I donât like something.â You teased, sitting up from the table so you could run your palms all over his chest and up to around his neck.
He was just glorious. All tanned and muscular with littered hairs that made him look so much more manly. You could only imagine what his pecs would look like all sweaty while he fucked you. You hoped heâd hover over your head so you could lick at his chest and tug at that sinful cross necklace between your teeth.Â
âCan I tell you what I want to do?â He proposed, hooking one finger on the underside of your underwear this time, moving it towards your mound but not down enough to feel how wet you had grown for him. He was so close to dipping his fingers into your crease. So close to being able to please you.Â
âPleaseâŚâ You breathed, eager and so damn desperate for anything.
âI want to fuck you while youâre wearing this,â he snapped at the fabric, maintaining direct eye contact with you. Oh, Jesus. Between his eye contact and his sultry tone, you were going dizzy at how direct he was being. You loved it. âThen I want to strip you naked and watch you bounce on my cock. Forwards⌠backwards.â He groaned at the thought and grabbed onto your ass, firmly pulling you closer to the edge of the dining table until his lips brushed with yours. You could feel the hard length of his cock press against your pussy, promising you that it would be deep inside you by the end of the night.
âI want to make your ass red so when you go home to your husband, heâll know I fucked you better than he ever could.âÂ
It was another promise, that Harry would indeed fuck you better than Carson ever could.Â
âBut firstâŚâ Harry bucked his hips against yours, keeping his grip on your hips tight so you couldnât wiggle away at his directed grinds over your clit. He kissed you gingerly, watching your eyes haze over as you whimpered softly. Between his cock and his words, your head was spinning. âI need to taste you. Iâve thought about nothing else but having my face between your thighs for weeks now.â
Harry grabbed your hands from behind his neck and pressed them down to the table on either side of your hips, bumping his nose with yours. âDo you like the idea of any of that, darling?â
You nodded eagerly, loving the sound of all of it. âUhuh. All of itâŚâ you inhaled a sharp breath, loving the feeling of his hands moving to knead at your inner thighs, âThere is one thing though. Something I want.â
âTell me.â He murmured, eyes wide and eager. He just couldnât keep his hands off you. He was grabbing your thighs and your hips, craving the warmth of your body.Â
âI want your cock in my mouth. Iâve been thinking about that since our first date.â
Harry smirked and you could feel the way his cock jerked right against you. It was big. You wanted to choke on it.Â
âThat can be arranged.âÂ
He reached in to kiss you again, groaning like a starved man while wrapping his palm around the back of your neck to guide you back down against the table. When you were flat he stood back up and stripped his shirt off fully, leaving him completely shirtless.Â
Then he did something unexpected. With a shit-eating grin on his face he pulled up the chair he kicked away earlier and sat on it, shuffling close to the table like he was getting ready to eat a three-course meal. You were going to make fun of him for it, but you didnât really get a chance when he slung your legs over his shoulder and nuzzled his nose right into the crotch of your underwear.Â
âJesus.â He moaned, eyes fluttering closed. Your jaw went completely slack at what you were witnessing. Never had a man looked so fucking hungry to eat you out. He was practically delirious and all he had done was inhale how sweet you were. Harry was looking forward to having your scent all over him. âYou smell so fucking good, y/n.â He looked up at you again, hooking the very tip of his finger into the crotch of your underwear and sliding it up and down along your crease. âBut do you taste as good as you smell?â
You nearly whined like some pathetic puppy, but you had to keep that inside as you didnât want to appear too eager. Too easy. Truthfully, you were easy though. Harry was able to turn you on easier and quicker than you ever thought. And all over a little dirty talk and a slight obsession with eating you out.Â
âWhy donât you find out?â You hiked yourself up on your elbows, bringing your feet off his shoulders and onto the edge of the table so you were spread wider for him.Â
âOh I will,â he pulled your underwear to the side, breath hitching at the first sight of your bare pussy. âYouâre so gorgeous, y/n. Iâve been looking forward to this for a long⌠long time.â
When his mouth finally grazed your clit, you fell back against the table. You couldnât hold yourself up even if you wanted to, not when he started eating you out like a damn starved animal. Harry moaned like you were the best thing he ever tasted and touched everywhere. He wasnât clit happy or labia happy and he certainly didnât miss-interpret one part of your anatomy for another.
âFuck Harry⌠oh God.â You whined, pulling at his hair with both hands before suddenly letting go because you hadnât asked if you could. You didnât even know if he liked it. âDo you-â You could barely breathe let alone talk. âCan I pull your hair? Is it okay?â
âGod, yes. As hard as you want,â Harry moaned like the idea of his hair being pulled was orgasmic. âDonât stop, y/n. I promise.â He grabbed your hand and guided it back to his hair, giving you a reassuring nod before going back to your clit.Â
Harry knew exactly what he was doing. How to tease, how to take advantage of your entire body to make you feel good. He kissed and nipped over your thighs and used his hands to squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples. It was all so wet and sloppy and you felt like your entire body was on fire.Â
âGod you taste⌠shit-â Harry broke for air, spitting directly over your pussy then spreading it around with two fingers, âyou taste so fucking good, y/n.â He used one of those wet fingers and slid it inside you, pumping it a few times while slurping against your clit again. âNever thought a pussy could be so sweet⌠âm addicted.âÂ
He slid his second finger in easily, fucking you with both digits so good your arousal was echoing around the room. His high ceilings did wonders of making sound travel. Even with all the rugs and soft furnishing, the softest moan sounded so much louder. And you were anything but soft. Your noises were loud and unforgiving and every single one of them was going straight to his cock.
It also meant you heard every groan Harry made. Every single sound of pleasure he was feeling just eating you out. It was possibly one of the sexiest things you had ever experienced. A man with his head buried between your thighs moaning and being so fucking enthusiastic because he gained genuine pleasure out of it. He liked it. Harry ate you out like it was his favourite thing on planet earth.Â
âYou okay? You good?â He checked in on you, looking up at your gaped mouth and thrown-back head. You only moaned in response so Harry reached for your hand and threaded your fingers, squeezing them to get your attention. âHey. Look at me.â He nudged, not happy with your lack of response.
You forced yourself to look down at him, nearly shaking at how intense his eye contact was. His (now) three fingers were still steadily fucking into you, but he had taken a much-needed break from using his mouth to check on you. âGood?â
âYes. So so good. So good.â You nodded eagerly, trying to guide his face back to you with the hand still in his hair. âJust-please. I need it.â
âYou need it?â He grinned, cocking his head ever so slightly. âIs it that good, baby? Do I suck your pretty clit so good that you need it?â
âYes... Oh yes...â
âI need it too.â He admitted, dipping back in to swirl his tongue around his fingers, right where your poor needy hole was dripping with arousal. âYou just taste so fucking good, y/n. Iâd have you on my face every night if I could.â
You seemed to like that idea because he could feel you clench around his fingers, knees bumping into each other so his face was wedged between your thighs. Your underwear were a complete mess too; all soaked and creamy. Harry wanted to wring them with his teeth and suck them dry, but with the real thing pressed right against his nose, he didnât have to.Â
âBet youâd like that, wouldnât you? Letting me eat your cunt every night? Every morning, even? Would you let me wake you up with my head between your thighs? Let me eat you for a midnight snack. Because I would.â Harry moaned as he wedged his mouth over your clit again, kissing and licking at it, spitting at it so it was even wetter. You were practically a sobbing mess above him too and that only encouraged him to say whatever he wanted.
âY/n, Iâd worship you and this pretty pussy.âÂ
He slid his fingers out just long enough to smack them against your clit. It was gentle at first and he quickly soothed the sharp sting with his tongue. But he felt the way you jerked around his head, how your hips lifted off the table to get more.Â
âIs it okay?â He breathed, looking up for an answer. This time, you were already looking right at him. You had been from the moment he left your aching cunt empty and needy because you wanted to see what heâd do. And what a sight. You were sure youâd never forget the image of him smacking your clit then making out with it like a starved man. It was ridiculous.Â
Harry Stylesâ mouth would kill you one day. You knew it would.Â
âMore than okay.â You nodded, bringing your intertwined fingers up to your breast so his large hand would squeeze against your nipple. âDo it again.â
He followed your request quickly and spanked over your pussy again, this time a little harder and with more surface area of his fingers. You gasped out a moan, back lurching off the table as they hit your swollen clit. He quickly soothed the burn with his tongue, this time blowing on your sensitive skin for a moment before languidly tracing swirls over your clit.
âAgain. Harder.â You gurgled out, clenching your fist into his hair when he smacked your clit again. Harder. He slid those three fingers right back into you again, curling and fucking them roughly right against your g-spot. âOh God⌠Harry!â
âOh, youâre such a good little slut letting me spank you like this. Right over your little clit too, hm? Who knew such a pretty girl would like such dirty things.â
The dirty talk⌠you were going to pass out.
âYouâre taking it so well, y/nâ He cooed, pulling his fingers out to spank you again before they returned deep into your pussy. It was dizzying. The way he spanked you then fucked you then spanked you again like some quick endless loop. He was careful not to hit you too many times, but whatever he was doing was making you reach your orgasm faster than any other oral you had received.Â
ââM gonna cum, Harry. Please justâŚâ You pulled his face back to your clit, urging him closer with your hand.
Harry didnât argue and did what you seemed to like the most; those three fingers stroking right against your g-spot, one hand on your breast and his mouth sucking right over your clit. It seemed to do the trick too because not even ten seconds later, you were practically lurching off the table while crying out his name through a squirting orgasm. Your hand cemented him to your pussy so he could happily collect as much of your release right in his mouth.Â
When you started to calm down, Harry softened his movements and pulled his fingers out of you. He licked them clean then pressed soft kisses all over your thighs and mound, even right on either side of your clit.
âYouâre such a good girl, darling. Did so well for me.â Harry praised, squeezing your hand and keeping his eyes on your face as you panted and looked up at the ceiling.Â
âGod that wasâŚâ You swallowed thickly, pushing your sweaty hair from your forehead so you could look down at him.Â
âWhat?â He nudged, smirking while kissing your inner thigh. âGood? Is that the word youâre looking for?â
âYour egoâs too big for your own good.â You laughed softly, sitting up so you could guide his mouth to yours. Harry was still smiling into the kiss until he relaxed into it. Thatâs when it turned heated again. The taste of your pussy and his mouth; your mouth too⌠it was all too much. âBut yeahâŚâ you sighed, âit was good.â
He stood up from his chair so you werenât hunched down to kiss him and the moment you had access to his jeans, you started working on undoing them. Harry hissed into the kiss when you applied pressure to his hard bulge and he had to break free just to breathe at how sensitive he was. His cock felt harder than ever before. He didnât think he had ever been this turned on and sore in his entire life.
This chemistry with you⌠it was otherworldly. Supernatural almost. A compelling pull like his cells were trying to fuse with yours.Â
And you were married. He had to push that thought out of his head because only a few weeks into this and he was already considering asking you to leave your husband.Â
âI need you, baby.â He panted, grabbing your hips tightly as you pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs to free his cock. âShit-â
You wrapped your hand around his cock while he helped you get them off the rest of the way. You couldnât help but look down between you, needing to see how pretty he was. And pretty he was. Long and decently thick, so heavy in your hand. You knew heâd fill you up so good heâd have you seeing stars. Two fingers were usually enough to prep you for sex, sometimes even one depending on how turned on you were.
You were glad he chose three.
âYour cock is so pretty, Harry.â You complimented, squeezing your palm around him. Your eyes filtered between your working hand and his face, obsessed with how hooded his eyes became just from your hand. âSo big too⌠I need you inside me. âM so empty.â
Harry didnât quite realise when you said you liked dirty talk that you liked it both ways, but he rather enjoyed the filth spilling from your mouth. He found it cute that you could barely string words together when he was pleasuring you, but like this? It was the biggest fucking turn-on.
âBend me over the tableâŚâ You begged softly, nipping at his jaw until you reached the shell of his ear. His cock was oozing precum down over your hand. He liked what you were saying. âPlease. Make me squirt againâŚâ
âCome here.â
Harry pulled you off the table and with a rough hand, spun you around to bend you over the table. You squealed as he spanked your ass without thought, spreading your cheeks wide to spit down over you. He planned to fulfil his promise of fucking you with this lingerie on and now that he was looking at your pretty holes bent over with the tiny string of lace tucked to the side⌠he couldnât have been more excited.
âYouâre just so hot, y/n.â Harry groaned, spanking your other cheek just to watch your ass jiggle. âSo goddamn hot.â
âIâm hotter with a cock in me.âÂ
Your mouth earned you another spank, this time directly over your sensitive cunt. You squealed and jumped in place, but Harry easily soothed the ache with a friendly grind of his cock against your clit. Your knees buckled at the direct stimulation but Harry made sure you kept still by pressing his hand to your lower back.
âI need to get a condom,â he murmured to himself, suddenly remembering the dreaded protection right when his cock was so close to being inside you.Â
âHurry.â You gasped, forehead pressed to the table.Â
âI will. I will.â
Harry fished the condom from his jeans pocket, placed there earlier in the evening in hopes of sleeping with you tonight. It was a just-in-case for something spur of the moment, though he didnât start the night plotting a way to get you in his bed. He was glad now that he put that condom in there just in case, especially when you were waiting for him.Â
Once the condom was on, he was right back in position. A hand on the small of your back and the other guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. Harry didnât wait or tease, he just pressed right into you slowly and deliberately.Â
âShit-â
âOh godddâŚâ
Your curses echoed at the same time, both as desperate as each other. Harry just stretched you so perfectly, on the cusp of too much and the best type of full possible. It helped that you were so damn wet, so turned on that he was easily able to push inside you.Â
âGod, baby. You're so tight.â Harry hissed, reaching forward to press a kiss to the middle of your back. You couldnât even respond to his compliment when your body was still getting accustomed to a new man. A new cock. All you could do was moan and claw at the table, clenching around him. âHey. You okay?â Harry checked, sweeping your hair back so he could see your face.
âUhuh. Just⌠shit.â You whimpered, squeezing around him again. He cursed at how tight you were and collected your hair in a loose hold around his fist.Â
âYâsure?â He mused, pressing a kiss right in between your shoulder blades. âYouâre trembling beneath me, darling.â
âFuck me.â You begged. He was so deep in your belly and it was torturous having him so far inside you and not moving at all. âPlease Harry just-â
He didnât need to be convinced any further. Not with how sweet you sounded and how wet you were around him. You were a fucking dream and that only became more apparent as Harry started thrusting into you. He started with a slow but steady grind, fucking you with hard pressure like he was trying to memorise every inch of your pussy.Â
âGod baby. You feel so good.â Harry moaned, building up the speed with a good grip on your hips. He hooked his thumb into the small lace string of your underwear, pulling it to the side so he could watch his cock disappear into your wet cunt. And you were so wet. Your arousal coating his length and turning creamy the longer he fucked you. It was obscene.Â
Mostly though, he was watching your face. Your cheek pressed to the table, mouth gaped open and eyes screwed shut as you moaned the-fuck the prettiest noises he had ever heard. He had barely shown you his best tricks and you were a mess beneath him. Had your husband really been lacking this entire time? Been leaving you so unsatisfied that a bit of doggy had you unravelling?Â
He couldnât bear the thought of you having to take care of yourself because your husband couldnât do it for you. But maybe that was a good thing. Because then Harry would be there for you. Heâd give you pleasure you had never experienced in your life. Over and over again.Â
Starting with tonight.Â
âFeel good baby?â Harry cooed, spanking your ass with a rough touch.Â
âYeahâÂ
âYeah?â He repeated, spanking you again on the opposite side. Your whine echoed around the room, as did the sound of the dining table squeaking forward against Harryâs nice floorboards. âSay it, baby. Tell me how Iâm doing, hm?â
âSo good. God, you fuck me so good.â You moaned, âplease- go⌠go harder. Harder.â
Harry picked up the pace, reaching to wrap your hair around his fist so he could pull your head back. âMoan for me, y/n. Moan my name.â He demanded right in your ear, spanking you twice on the same cheek.Â
âHarry.â You cried out, feeling him smile in satisfaction at how pretty you took the pain. So he spanked you again and again as you moaned loudly into the air.Â
âThatâs it⌠Good girl. Youâre taking it so wellâŚâ Harry gritted out, spanking your ass roughly while tightening his hand in your hair. You whined at the sting of your scalp, nearly sobbing at how fast and hard he was fucking into you. âSâlike you were made for me, y/n. Just made for my fucking cock.â
He was fucking you so hard, so fucking good that the table kept etching forward and forward. Harry had to keep readjusting his footing and his grip on your hair. He combed his fingers through your hair and wrapped it around his fist, tugging hard when the table slipped forward again.Â
But he was persistent and he wasnât going to let anything stop him from giving you the fucking you deserved.Â
âYâsounds so damn pretty moaning my name, baby. Fucking love how sweet you sound.âÂ
His words elicited a moan; a filthy pretty moan only exaggerated when he tugged your hair harder. âYouâre so big. So good.â You cried, âloveyourcock.â
You were addicted to the way he fucked you, even just the way he felt stretching you out but keeping completely still. It felt like you could almost reach an orgasm just like this with no clit stimulation at all which never happened. Nowadays it was your vibrator or nothing and now here you were one orgasm down and another so damn close.Â
Still, you needed your clit touched and you couldnât really reach it this way.Â
The table etched forward once more and right as he pulled back to thrust into you again, the table slid forward making him slip out completely. He effortlessly slid himself back into you to continue, but when it happened a second then a third time you couldnât help but giggle. Even through the deep pleasure and hazy mind, it was funny.Â
âFuck.â He cursed when his cock bumped against your ass cheek instead of where he actually wanted to be. He tapped it against your clit before grinding there, watching you squirm and let out a choked gasp through your light laugh.Â
âI think we may need to switch rooms.â You giggled, looking over your shoulder at him while panting as you desperately tried to catch your breath. He had let go of your hair for a moment, planning on trying to continue until you suggested moving things elsewhere.
Truth be told, Harry jerked one out before you came. He didnât plan the evening around having sex with you and wouldâve been okay if nothing happened at all, but his cock couldnât control itself around you. Just your presence and your scent could get him hard in no time so he tried to fuck the frustration out before you even got there.
He was glad he did so too because now that he was in the middle of feeling your sweet sweet cunt, he had a lot more stamina going onto his second orgasm. He could have you riding him through two more orgasms before needing to cum himself and fuck did he want to experience you squirting right on his dick.Â
âI think so.â He breathed through a laugh and ran his hand through his hair, âcâmere.â
âMh.â You agreed, standing up on shaky legs and sore hips. Harry grabbed you straight away and helped you turn around to face him. He cupped your face with one hand to guide your mouth to his, deepening it effortlessly while tucking his hands under your thighs so you could jump up and wrap your legs around him.Â
You were slightly shaky in his arms, sensitive as he placed you gently on the floor in front of his bed. He broke the kiss to look at you for a moment, panting heavily while brushing his nose against yours. There was something about the look in his eyes that had you crumbling inside. They were soft and almost loving; so full of yearning and desire that you were almost scared to look back. It was overwhelming.
Harry danced his fingers down your neck and shoulder to your arm where the strap of your bra had fallen. Every touch was making you shiver and only causing that ache between your thighs to grow. You felt empty. Cold without his cock inside you.Â
âTake this off. I want to see you.â Harry murmured, searching your eyes while waiting for you to nod before he kissed you once more and climbed onto his bed. He shuffled backwards until he was against his headboard, legs wide and cock hard and waiting for you to climb back onto him.Â
He never stopped looking at you. Never stopped watching even as he wrapped his own hand around his cock and gave himself a few tugs to the sight of your body becoming bare for him. The prettiest of prettiest lingerie on planet Earth couldnât compare to the sight of a womans naked body. Your bare, naked body. The soft peaks of your breasts and the way they fell naturally without a bra. The dip of your hips and tummy without the confides of lace. It was glorious.Â
Harry could barely contain himself.
âYouâre a vision.â Harry awed, jaw clenching like he was trying to control himself from dragging you onto the bed and pinning you down.Â
âSo are you.â You whispered while crawling towards him on the bed. You let your hands glide up his thighs once you were situated between them, taking the time to look over every inch of his naked body. You were in awe to put it simply and so goddamn attracted to him you were worried sex would never be the same afterwards.Â
Because it wasnât just the pleasure. It was the chemistry. The eye contact. The fact you two had a laugh about him thrusting against your ass cheek instead of inside of you because his table couldnât handle the pressure. The way you could have that laugh just minutes ago and be back to this. The firey eye contact and his trembling thighs underneath your palms.Â
âCan I have a tasteâŚâ You breathed, licking your lips at the sight of his cock up against his stomach. From this angle he looked even bigger than before and knowing he was just inside you⌠fuck. You could barely breathe. âPlease?â
Harry groaned and wrapped his hand loosely around your neck, only applying light pressure right beneath your jaw. âJust a little, y/n. For now the only place I want to come is with you coming around me.âÂ
If only he was bare inside youâŚ
âOkay⌠just a taste, H.â You nodded, pressing harder against his palm. You wrapped your palm around his cock, loving the sight of his jaw clenching at the touch. âCan I take this off?â You asked, rubbing over his head at the condom.Â
âYeah, baby. Take it off.â
Harry was going to lose his fucking mind.Â
You were quick to pull off the condom then wasted no time in dipping down and licking a fat stripe from balls to tip on the underside of him. Harry groaned and collected your hair in his hand so he could see your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at the taste of him and the weight of him on your tongue.Â
He was warm and heavy and you could taste yourself right at the base of his cock where your arousal dripped down. You made sure to clean it all up with your tongue, lapping at it while looking at Harry to watch his reaction. He could barely contain himself and with every lick his hand flexed in your hair like he was trying to control himself.Â
âYou can guide me. I like it when I choke.â You murmured, spitting directly onto his tip before sliding it into your mouth to spread it with your tongue.Â
âGod, youâre going to be the end of me.â He groaned, hand tightening in your hair with purpose. Harry reached for your spare hand, intertwining your fingers while pulling your mouth off him for a moment. You were like jelly in his hands, compliant as he instructed you to squeeze his hand once if you were okay and twice if he was too rough or you needed a break. More than happy with that arrangement, you agreed and squeezed his hand in preparation for him to guide your mouth down.Â
He started to gently maneuver your mouth up and down his length, starting shallow at first before going deeper until he felt the tightness of your throat around him. You choked ever so slightly but squeezed his hand once and enjoyed the feeling of his cock twitch down your throat.Â
âLook at meâŚâ Harry breathed, forcing your eyes on his. âThatâs it⌠fuck.âÂ
The sight had him gasping and moving your mouth over his cock faster. Your pretty little eyes all glistened with tears⌠God the sight was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. And the way you just took his cock without complaint and even moaned when you gagged around him⌠it was like you were made for him.
The feeling of his cock filling your throat was like nothing else. There was just something about choking on a manâs dick that got you all squirmy inside. You had always been a relationship girl and a bit of a âlate bloomerâ according to those who thought losing your virginity in your early 20s was the biggest sin of the century, but that didnât mean you were inexperienced.Â
Your first serious relationship exposed you to things you had always wanted to try. A world of kinks and things you werenât sure youâd like until you tried them, others you were certain youâd hate until you found out you didnât. You always considered yourself lucky to have a guy introduce you to sex and provide an environment where you could not only lose your virginity, but experiment without any shame or constraints.
Funny how you ended up married to your next serious relationship after him to a guy who had no interest in anything remotely more exciting than a spank and a sporadic hair pull. You loved Carson enough to be happy with vanilla but fulfilling sex. It wasnât like it didnât have any passion, because it did, it just didnât have this.
What Harry managed to provide you on your first night together (a night far from over as well) Carson couldnât give you in six years of being together. You werenât sure you could go back to your old sex life. Not now.Â
âYou look so hot like this.â You gasped, pulling off to breathe while jacking him off with your spare hand. Your other was still intertwined with one his and you had no plans of changing that. âI love having your cock in my mouth, HarryâŚâ you moaned, reaching in to lick his length once more. âFeels so good.â
âJesus.â Harry groaned, tensing his hand in your hair. âYouâre doing so well, y/n. Such a good little cock sucker, arenât you?âÂ
You moaned filthily at his degrade, letting him slide you back down over his cock. Your whole body was on fire. Even with only a little hand holding and hair tugging, you were beyond turned on and empty between your legs. The sight of him was just so beyond sexy, almost too sexy for you to handle.Â
His chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. With every pant or moan his abs would contract and his thighs would tremble on either side of your shoulders. You wanted to see him cum so bad. You wanted to watch his jaw contract and his mouth part as he moaned your name.Â
âYouâre gonna make me cum, y/n.â He warned in this almost whine of a tone. âNeed to cum inside you.âÂ
âI want it in my mouth. Wanna taste you.â You practically pleaded, tapping his tip against your tongue.Â
âYouâre incredibleâŚâ Harry groaned, using his hand on your hair to pull you up towards his mouth. He kissed you hungrily, angling your head in the direction he wanted so he could deepen it. âButâŚâ he panted, breaking just to say that one word before kissing you once more, âI need toâŚâ he nibbled on your lip and grabbed onto the back of your thighs, "⌠feel you around me when I come.âÂ
You whimpered as he dragged you in a straddle and pressed your wet cunt directly over his cock in a slow deliberate grind. Fucking hell. You just wanted to slip him in, to feel him bare inside you until you were full of his cum.Â
But you couldnât. And the fact you were half considering letting it happen on your very first sexual experience out of your marriage was insane. It scared you.Â
âCondom.â You uttered against his mouth, tugging on his hair ever so slightly.Â
âYeah. Yeah.â He breathed, barely able to concentrate when you dragged your mouth along his jaw and neck. Harry reached for his bedside table and grabbed another condom from the top drawer, returning quickly to kiss you again while blindly unwrapping it.Â
But it was like Harry was stuttering. Fumbling to do something as simple as putting a condom on his own cock. He couldnât help it really. Not when your mouth was so sweet and erotic, nibbling at his bottom lip until all he could think about was how to hold his breath indefinitely so he could kiss you forever.Â
And you were growing impatient. The few seconds delay in his movements had you so desperate you leaned back to breathe, took the condom from his hand and rolled it down on his cock in one swift motion.Â
âFuck me, baby.â This time it was Harryâs time to plead. He wound his hand in the hair at the nape of your neck and kissed you again, panting into your open mouth as you guided him to your entrance and dropped down on him once more.Â
His cock felt so much bigger from this angle and he felt deeper too even though he was just fucking you so hard his dining room table couldnât handle the force. Maybe thatâs why you couldnât control the loud whine flooding into his mouth when your clit hit his pubic bone. Or maybe it was because this position was far more intimate than being bent over.Â
âYouâre so big⌠feels bigger like this.â You gasped, lulling your head back while grabbing his shoulders for balance so you could start bouncing on him and getting a good rhythm going.Â
âI knowâŚâ he cooed, squeezing your hips before spanking you quickly. âShow me how much you need it, huh?â Leaning in, Harry ran his mouth along your exposed neck, panting between little bites and licks on your skin, âshow me how good mâcock makes you feel.âÂ
"Love your cock," You whined, already feeling the ache in your thighs as you picked up the speed.
Harry wrapped one arm around you and hugged you tighter while pressing the fingers of his spare hand directly to your clit. And with every bounce, every grind, his fingers stimulated right where you needed it the most. You were already so full with him and now he was giving you the cherry on top so you could finish.
"More... more, please. Need it harder."
"Need it harder?" Harry taunted, hiking his legs up on his feet in a wide position on the bed so he had enough stability to thrust up into you. "Like that?" He chuckled at your cry, squeezing your body in his arm so you stayed exactly where he wanted you.
"Yeah... yeah. Fuck!" you practically sobbed, unable to do anything but grab his hair or shoulders and just take how hard he was fucking into you. His legs were strong and while you were a sobbing, breathless mess above him, Harry wasn't losing momentum at all.
He was sweaty and panting but he never stopped thrusting up into you. At least that's what it felt like. While you gave up and begged for more, Harry was more than happy to take over and give you a fucking you'd never forget.
He thrived being in control. You could tell.
"That's it, y/n. You're taking it so fucking well, y'know that. Just sitting there and taking it like the good little slut you are. My fucking slut..." Harry cooed, dipping down to tug at your nipple. "Got me so fucking close, pretty girl. Just need you to come f'me."
Between his words and lips on your breast... his fingers pressed to your clit and the way his cock was bruising your insides, you couldn't hold on any longer.
âGod, Harry. âM gonna cumâ You cried, trying to warn him of the deep churning in your belly and the trembling in your toes.
"Look at me." He demanded, sliding his hand up into your hair to force your head in his direction. Your eyes fluttered open but despite your vision already hazy, you could clearly see the way his eyes were hooded, pupils wide and hungry. "That's it. Look at me while you cum, baby. Let me see how pretty you look."
Harry pressed his forehead to yours, opened mouths panting and brushed against one another. He watched closely when your mouth gaped wide and your eyes struggled to keep open as your orgasm hit. The way your brows furrowed and your entire body trembled on top of him and he could feel his lap and lower belly become soaked in your release.
It was glorious.
"Good girl." He praised, "Fuck. Fuck!" His words turned to mush when he reached his own orgasm and somehow even pulled you tighter against him so he could feel every inch of your soft skin.
Coming down was all open-mouthed kisses and laboured breaths and this distinct feeling that everything had changed. You two could never go back to casual and you most certainly couldn't look at yourself or your husband the same way ever again.
"I feel bad you only came once." You practically pouted, grabbing another spoonful of pudding to feed it to Harry. "It doesn't really seem fair."
What did seem fair, though, was finishing off the dessert neither of you ate after your intense workout. You were quite enjoying feeding a naked Harry delicious sugary puddings and it just felt morally wrong to leave the dessert sitting there when it was the perfect bridge between round one and two.
"Trust me. I'm more than satisfied." Harry chuckled once swallowing the delicious dessert. He dragged his fingers over your hip, loving how his t-shirt fit your frame. It was so casual and sexy. His clothes had never looked better.
"Well, I hope you're not tired because I'm not and I think I'd like to test your 27-year-old stamina." you shrugged casually, eating the last bite of the sticky date pudding.
"Oh really?" Harry raised his brow and gently took the spoon from your fingers to set them down on the plate. "Two orgasms wasn't enough for you?" He teased, moving the plate out of the way so he could cup your face and gently guide you down onto the bed.
"Mh mh." You shook your head with a smile and clasped your hands around the back of his neck while he adjusted your body to hover over you. "I think at least four..." you curled your leg around his hip and dug your heel right into the pudginess of his bum, "and I wouldn't mind a bit more effort put into making my ass red. You did promise that, didn't you?"
"More effort, huh?" He smirked and grabbed onto the underside of your jaw with a firm grip to pin you to the bed. "You've got no idea what you just started, little girl."
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first | poly!marauders
pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, & sirius) x fem!reader
summary: virginity loss trope :)
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), language, gender swapped dorcas cus i said so đ¤ˇđťââď¸
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âThatâs ridiculous,â you said, body halting as the staircase began to shift beneath you, âand completely untrue.â
âOh come on, you never do anything interesting! For your sake, it has to be true,â Sirius teased.
You turned to him, mouth open in offense. âIâm plenty interesting.â
âBut not interesting enough to lose your virginity to Meadowes in the library during fourth year?â Remus raised an eyebrow.
âNo! It didnât happen!â you protested, ânow please, let it go.â
âHow would a rumor like that even get out if it isnât true?â James asked genuinely.
âProbably because everyone knows Meadowes has the hots for her. Bet you he started it himself,â Remus answered, distaste evident in his voice.
âAre you three done now?â you asked, whispering the common room password and letting the boys in.
âSo if it isnât true, how did you lose it?â Sirius pressed.
You looked at him stunned, eyes wide in disbelief that he would ask you something like that out of the blue.
âAbsolutely not,â you said, raising a finger toward him, âIâm not playing that game.â
âOh come on!â Sirius raised his hands and smiled, âyouâre no fun.â
âYeah, now Iâm curious,â James continued on, âif not Dorcas, who?â
You sighed, placing your books down and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, turning toward them exasperated. âWhy does it matter?â
âYou know seventeen of the girls Iâve slept with by heart,â Sirius replied, âIâd say itâs only fair.â
âSirius, you told me about seventeen of the girls youâve slept with. Willingly. Without me asking. Ever,â you said, earning a laugh from James at your disgust.
They followed you up the stairs to your dorm, empty from everyone sneaking off to a party in the Ravenclaw common room that you were supposed to be getting ready for, but alas, you were late and distracted.
You sat down in front of your vanity mirror, ready to start applying makeup, when Remus placed a hand on the desk in front of you, leaning his face in close to you, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He was completely in your personal space.
âCome on, Y/N, tell us who got to fuck you first.â
Remusâ voice was low, and his breath fanned your face as he spoke. You locked eyes with him, a sigh leaving your chest that you werenât aware you were holding in. You were nervous to have him this close.
âNo one has. Sorry to disappoint. Now drop it, will you?â
Remus didnât move. You continued to look up into his eyes, your voice a little shaky, and you didnât know what to do. You moved to get up, but Remus caught your chin between his fingers, pulling your attention back to him. âMeaning what?â
âDid you not hear me? Cus youâre like 6 inches away from me, so if you didnât, you need to get your hearing checked,â you said, annoyed at your current predicament, just wanting to make the embarrassing conversation end. Remus finally let you stand, but Sirius and James were right behind you, stopping you from leaving the room. You opted to sit on your bed.
âYou guys are insufferable.â
Sirius cleared his throat. âSo youâre-â he trailed off.
âA virgin, yes, wow, how crazy of me. You know, itâs not that weird, you all just have a personal body count higher than everyone at this school combined. And everyone elseâs body count includes you. Can we please just forget about this?â you begged.
âSuch attitude,â James teased, âfrom such a good girl.â
âOh, so Iâm a goodie two-shoes now that youâve all discovered Iâve never had sex?â
âKinda, yeah,â James giggled.
âFuck you guys,â you sighed, partially lighthearted and partially annoyed, âit was my choice. You think I couldnât have screwed Dorcas Meadowes in the library if I wanted to?â
No one had a response. Siriusâ nostrils flared, and Remus sighed. They almost seemed⌠jealous? at the thought of you and someone else.
You four were ridiculously close, anyone could see that, and you would be lying if you said you havenât thought about them in that way, but you were best friends, and you didnât want to risk ruining that.
âYou ever think about, like, just doing it?â Sirius asked.
âWhat?â you replied.
âDo you ever think about just saying fuck it and asking someone, like, I donât know, one of us, to just take your virginity?â
Your breathing caught in your chest. You stared at Sirius, a million thoughts coming to your head but you couldnât articulate any of them. You had no idea what to say.
âI mean, Iâve thought about losing my virginity, yeah, thatâs normal,â you explained.
âTo one of us?â Remus asked.
You could lie. You could act disgusted at the question and walk away now, or, you could tell the truth, and risk ruining your entire friendship. You could also tell the truth and potentially gain everything you wanted.
Your voice became small, your eyes watching your hands fidget in your lap, âmaybe.â
The boys all exchanged a look between one another.
James was the only one who was able to pull himself together. âW-who?â
You titled your head up at him. âWhat?â
James sat down on the bed next to you. âWhich one of us?â
You could physically see all the boys tense up, ready to be filled with either pride or jealousy. Sirius and Remus were staring daggers at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. James kept his eyes on you as well, trying to make you feel less intimidated and tense than Sirius and Remus were.
Your eyes darted between all of them, âI-â
You were evidently nervous, and Remus felt bad. He knelt on the ground in front of you, taking your hands in his own. It was the most intimate gesture youâd received from him yet. He kept his voice soft. âAngel, you donât have to tell us, but we really want to know. I promise none of us will be too hurt. Please,â he almost begged.
You sighed. You werenât worried because you only thought about one of them, you were worried because you were embarrassed to tell them the truth. You took a deep breath. It was now or never. âAll of you.â
They were not prepared for that answer.
Remus and James stared at you and tried to process your words. Sirius was more of an âact on impulseâ and âspeak without thinkingâ kind of guy.
âFuck off,â he said, âall of us?â
âMhm.â
âLike at the same time?â he pushed.
âSirius-â Remus warned.
âNo, no, I wanna hear you say it,â he said, attention back on you, âI wanna hear you say that youâve thought about losing your virginity to all three of us. At the same time. I wanna hear you say that youâve thought about us fucking you.â He was standing dangerously close to you now.
âI- I have,â you said, blush evident in your cheeks.
Sirius growled. âRemus, move.â
âExcuse me?â Remus snapped back.
âMove.â
Remus sighed and moved out of the way so that Sirius was standing directly in front of you. âYou stop us if thereâs anything you donât like. Understood?â
You nodded your head, but that wasnât enough.
âWords, baby.â
âYes,â you retried.
Sirius gave you a small smile before grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head up and leaning down to give you a long, intimate kiss. Once you had settled in, he deepened the kiss, his carnal desires taking over. He slowly leaned you back on the bed, your legs still hanging off the mattress, as he placed one knee next to your waist, holding himself up as he continued kissing you. When your back hit the mattress, you held the back of Siriusâs head to keep him in place.
You felt one of the boys behind Sirius, pulling your pants off and leaving your lower half nearly exposed.
Sirius flopped down on the bed next to you, still kissing you as you ran your fingers through his hair.
James slowly kissed up your thigh, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he kissed your underwear right above your heat. You gasped, but Sirius didnât let you break the kiss.
âSirius, come on, give her a break,â James pleaded, âI wanna hear her.â
Sirius groaned into the kiss before breaking it, looking down to James in between your legs. âWell, go on then.â
Sirius was still feral and needy, pulling your shirt over your head and ripping off your bra, immediately going to grab and kiss at your breasts. You were embarrassed at the exposure, but everyone was moving on your body so fast that you didnât have time to think about your body being on display.
James pushed your underwear to the side and kissed your folds, causing you to squeal. This was an unfamiliar feeling, but you were growing wetter and wetter by the minute. He pushed your folds open with his tongue, licking and flicking at your clit. You whined and threw your head back. He continued his actions, peeking up at you from between your legs, watching you come apart as he ate you out like a man starved.
âTake it easy,â you heard Remus say from behind your head, âyou gotta remember sheâs never done this.â
James moaned into your cunt as a response, sending a shiver up your body, causing your legs to shake slightly. He kept sucking and licking circles around your bud, and you couldnât help but grab the hair at the back of his head, pushing him closer into you.
âGood girl,â Sirius cooed from beside you, touching every exposed part of your body that he could.
As Jamesâ tongue quickened, your whines grew louder, but you tried to tame them and save yourself further embarrassment. Remus noticed and was not happy. He grabbed your face and forced your neck to look backward at him. âAre you holding back?â
âN-no,â you said anxiously, not sure if it was the truth.
âAh, but I think you are,â he started, âand we donât accept that. Let us hear you.â
âBut Iâm emb-â
âI donât care if youâre embarrassed. Stop holding back. Now.â
Remusâs demanding and controlling demeanor only added at the pleasure James was giving you with his mouth. You did as he said. James continued to quicken his pace, whines and moans falling from your lips.
âDoes that feel good?â Remus asked.
âYes, Rem, I-â
âNo fair!â Sirius suddenly exclaimed, âif you ask her all the questions, you get to hear her moan your name. Selfish prick.â
âAre you gonna let this be about her or what?â Remus retorted.
âI am! I should be asking you the same thing, why do you always get to be in control of everything?â
They bickered back and forth for a few minutes, but the entire time, James remained focused on you. He watched from between your legs as his tongue made you squirm and moan, and he had you nearly seeing stars.
You desperately tried to tell him you were going to come, but Remus and Sirius were too busy bickering for James to hear you. You tapped at his head to signal him, and he got the message, sucking at your bud until you finally came. Your chest rapidly rose and fell as James continued to lick you until he had tasted every last drop of cum from your hole, standing up and placing a wet kiss on your lips.
âWhat, did you just give up?â Sirius asked when he saw James standing.
âNo, idiot, she came,â James replied, âyou two dickheads were too busy arguing to notice.â
Remusâs nostrils flared. âYou just let us keep arguing?â
âShe tried to say something!â James defended you, and partly himself.
âBaby, you ok?â Remus checked in.
âMhm,â you nodded.
âYou got a little more in you?â
âMhm.â
âYou want me?â
âMhm.â
Remus pulled his pants and boxers down and climbed on top of you, pulling your underwear completely off of you as he placed his knees on either side of your waist.
âYou sure?â he asked, wanting to confirm your consent.
âYes,â you responded.
âAnd youâre sure youâre okay with it being me?â
Instead of responding with words, you tilted your head up and kissed Remus, assuring him that you wanted it to be him. You would have been okay with any of the boys, but Remus was always so in control, it made sense that he would be your first. Your relationship with him was always a little less silly, and a little more intimate, than your relationship with the other two.
âAre you ready?â he checked, lining up his already hard cock at your entrance.
âYeah,â you replied, âjust- please be nice, okay?â
Remus smiled, âof course, baby.â
You nodded at him and locked eyes as he slowly pushed into you, a long gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up. His cock was bigger than you thought it would be, and it was taking you a while to adjust to his size.
âShit, Rem,â you breathed out, âyou should have warned me that youâre that fucking big.â
Sirius growled next to you, your words driving him crazy. He couldnât help but pull out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched you.
Remus gave you plenty of time to adjust before you nodded at him, signaling that he could move. He started slowly, pushing in and out of you as an excruciatingly slow pace. It burned, and you almost told Remus to stop, but after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and the pleasure took over.
A particularly filthy moan left your lips, and Sirius cursed under his breath. James appeared behind your head, stroking your hair as Remusâs head dropped to your shoulder as he began to pick up the pace.
âShit, baby,â he moaned, âyou feel so fucking good.â
âYou look so fucking good,â Sirius breathed.
âThank you, Siri,â you cried out, causing Sirius to cum in his hand, the nickname making him lose all control.
âWhat a good girl,â Remus spoke, his thrusts quickening until he was causing your body to jolt upward with each hit from the force, âyouâre doing so well.â
James placed a kiss on your forehead and you reached up to grab his hand for leverage. You squeezed his hand, the pleasure between your legs becoming almost too much.
âRelax, baby, youâre being such a good girl,â James said.
Remusâ breathing quickened. âYouâre so tight, angel, if you keep squeezing my cock like that Iâm not gonna last,â he warned.
âI c-canât help it,â you told him.
âI know baby,â he replied.
âI d- donât know how to m- make it stop,â you said.
Remus giggled, âyou donât have to make it stop. It feels good for me.â
âOh,â you whimpered, âthatâs good.â
Remus giggled again. You were so cute, even in the middle of losing your virginity. Remus leaned down and kissed you, your lips moving in harmony as he began to pound into you. Any sense of kindness and mercy he had for this being your first time went out the window when you kissed.
Your moans grew louder and louder, and you tried to cover your mouth with your hand to quiet yourself down.
âAh ah ah,â Sirius tsked, pulling your hand away, ânone of that.â
âRem- Rem- I-â
âI know angel, let go.â
Your high crashed over you again, your hips bucking upward to meet Remusâ final few thrusts before he came inside of you, the feeling of you squeezing him becoming too much for him to hold on. Remus stayed inside of you for a moment, watching your face as you calmed down from your high, a slight shake in your legs.
âWhat a good girl,â James praised, kissing your forehead.
âYou okay?â Remus checked in, pulling out of you and standing in front of you.
âMhm,â you hummed, ââm okay.â
Sirius leaned down to kiss you again. âEverything you imagined?â
âMhm.â You were too tired to formulate complete words or sentences.
âYou wanna skip the party?â Sirius continued.
âMhm.â
âYou wanna cuddle and watch a movie?â
âMhm.â You shifted so your head was resting on Siriusâ lap as he began to stroke your hair.
Sirius smiled. âAnd then maybe round two.â
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the universe needs leclerc!sister x harry. by the universe i mean me
kiss a musician - hs
summary: harry wants to date yn leclerc. the only girl out of the four leclerc siblings. her older brother who happens to be a formula 1 driver is not happy about it folkie radio: guys you have no idea how nervous i am of posting this idk why đđ i really hope you like this otherwise i'll feel silly okay
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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ynleclerc hot girls cry on their birthday đ
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username1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE LECLERC
username2 sheâs the moment
scuderiaferarri Happy Birthday, Ferrari queen â¤ď¸âĽď¸ by author
username3 AHH WE SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY
pierregasly Wow! I still remember when you were a little kid and you wanted to play with Charlesâ kart. Happy birthday đ âĽď¸ by author
âł yourinstagram when you and charles rocked justin bieber haircuts. cheers
âł username1 HEEELP
carmenmmundt Happy birthday gorgeous gorgeous girl ⨠âĽď¸ by author
âł yourinstagram love youuu ty đ
pascale_leclerc Joyeux anniversaire ma petite fille âĽď¸ by author
lorenzotl Stop growing up right now đĽ˛đĽ˛ âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 the leclercs are cry babies when it comes to her
arthur_leclerc Itâs giving old lady
âł ynleclerc stfu youâre like 5
âł username2 LOVE THEMMM
alexandrasaintmleux My girl âŁď¸ âĽď¸ by author
landonorris HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE đ getting more gorgeous by the second âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 LANDO YOUâRE ON MAIN
âł charles_leclerc How many times do I have to tell you to back off?
âł username2 CHILL
lilyhme happy birthdayyy beauty, canât wait to celebrate tonight đşâĽď¸ by author
âł alexandrasaintmleux She has no idea of the surprise thatâs coming her way
âł ynleclerc JUST TELL ME ALREADY
charles_leclerc Happy birthday petite soeur, you might be older now but youâll always be our baby â¤ď¸ âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 AWEEE
âł username2 protective big bro
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charles_leclerc Iâll always look after you. Joyeux anniversaire ma petite soeur â¤ď¸
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username1 AWEEE
username2 MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS
alexandrasaintmleux đĽšđĽšđĽšđĽšđĽš âĽď¸ by author
carlossainz55 Happy birthday @ynleclerc đ
username3 charles adores her so much i canât do this
landonorris happy birthday (again) i hope you got my flowers @ynleclerc đ
âł charles_leclerc Thatâs it.
âł ynleclerc HE DIDNT SEND ME ANYTHING HES JUST MESSING WITH YOU FFS đ
âł username1 HELP MEEEEEEEEEE
username4 what is HARRY STYLES doing in the likes
âł username1 charles x harry lore is real
ynleclerc Love you forever đ âĽď¸ by author
lorenzotl Before both of you became annoying teenagers
âł ynleclerc stfu youâre like 50
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harryupdates Harry performing at a private event in Monaco tonight !
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username1 WTF?????
username2 WHATS GOING ONNNNN
username3 GOD I MISSED HIM SO MUCH
username4 someone dig in more information bc wtffff
username5 MONACO OUT OF ALL PLACES THATS SO RANDOM
username6 YALL I HAVE INFO!! apparently this is charles leclercâs (formula 1 ferrari driver) sisterâs bday party
âł username1 OMFGGG
âł username2 THIS CROSSOVER
âł username3 imagine having a rich brother who can get harry styles to perform at your birthday party
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ynleclerc BEST PARTY EVER đđ thank you to my angels @/charles_leclerc @/alexandrasaintmleux for putting this together for me, HARRY STYLES ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME ???? love you all so much đđ
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username1 OMFGGGG
username2 OH TO BE YN LECLERC
oscarpiastri Coolest party ever đ¤âĽď¸ by author
username3 imagine being rich and pretty and having a rich and pretty brother who hires harry styles to perform at your party
arthur_leclerc Your gift from me was a Chanel purse, where is my post?
âł ynleclerc sorry turtur but harry styles > chanel purse
âł arthur_leclerc Fine I agree, Harry Styles is out of this world
username4 IT GIRL FR FR
francisca.cgomes Iâm still hungover âĽď¸ by author, iamrebeccad, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe
âł iamrebeccad Same
âł ynleclerc come to my place letâs bed rot together âĽď¸ by francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, iamrebeccad
âł username1 i just want to be one of them đŠ
username5 charles really got HARRY STYLES like antisocial harry styles who never leaves the house to perform at his little sisterâs wedding. wow
username6 THIS IS FOR THE F1 x HARRY GIRLIES
alexandrasaintmleux You deserve it my gorgeous girl â¤ď¸ âĽď¸ by author
âł ynleclerc youâre my favorite human on earth
âł charles_leclerc I paid for the entire thingâŚ
âł ynleclerc did i ask?
âł username1 LOVE THEM đ
harrystyles Happy birthday again, YN. It was a pleasure to meet you and your brothers. Big love to the entire family x âĽď¸ by author, charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc
âł username1 HARRYYYYY
âł username2 we NEED to see that harry x charles pic
âł charles_leclerc Thank you for the performance, mate đ
âł username3 this is still surreal to me
âł ynleclerc best birthday thanks to youuuu âŁď¸
âł username1 charles or harry?
âł yourinstagram harry ofc
lorenzotl Love you so much, little one đ âĽď¸ by author
landonorris When your babe posts you on main đ âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 LANDOOOOđ
âł username2 i love their friendship and how they mess around to piss charles off
âł ynleclerc my main bitch đ
âł charles_leclerc Iâm logging out now
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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ynleclerc anything interesting happening in monza this weekend?
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username1 COOL GIRL
username2 if charles doesnât win then we donât care âĽď¸ by author
arthur_leclerc Is that my hoodie?
âł ynleclerc whoops
iamrebeccad Youâre hanging out with me 𼰠âĽď¸ by author
âł carmenmmundt And me âĽď¸ by author
âł ynleclerc highlight of my weekend
username3 FORZA FERRARI
âł ynleclerc forza charles*
âł username1 REAL
landonorris Papaya looks better on you babe đ¤Š
âł username1 sometimes idk if lando is just joking or if heâs being fr
âł ynleclerc NO
âł charles_leclerc Iâm in your walls
username4 HARRY IN THE LIKES ???
charles_leclerc Ma petite soeur always supportive â¤ď¸ âĽď¸ by author
âł ynleclerc im here for other reasons
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ynleclerc HE WON đĽşđĽş iâve never felt prouder of being your sister, you teach me what being resilient and fighting for your dreams means. IL PREDESTINATO. THE KING OF MONZA. FIER DE TOIN TOUJOURS
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username1 AWEEEEE
username2 THE LECLERCS MAKING ME CRY TODAY
scuderiaferrari It's in his blood â¤ď¸
username3 the way she was crying and hugging arthur when the camera showed them THE LECLERC SIBLINGS HAVE MY HEART âĽď¸ by author
alexandrasaintmleux đĽşđĽşđĽşđĽşđĽş âĽď¸ by author
username4 BEST RACE EVER
landonorris I'll win more races for you babe đ âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 LANDO STOP
âł ynleclerc you're all talk and no trousers
âł username2 i love their friendship sm
harrystyles Congratulations @/charles_leclerc! âĽď¸ by author, charles_leclerc
âł username2 hARRY STYLES???
âł username3 THIS IS SO RANDOM WTF
âł username4 LSJSAFH WHAT??
âł username5 I guess he became with the leclercs after the party đ
âł charles_leclerc Wow thank you mate! âĽď¸ by harrystyles
charles_leclerc Je t'aime petite soeur â¤ď¸ âĽď¸ by ynleclerc
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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harryupdates Harry having in dinner in Italy tonight !
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username1 BABYYYY
username2 italyrry lives
username3 IS HE ON A DATE
username4 BUUUB
username5 i was there and he was with a girl đ
âł username1 hello spill the deets ??
âł username2 HUH
âł username5 the girl was really pretty and they were chatting and laughing all night long, they looked cute
âł username3 IM PANICKING NOW
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carmenmmundt Omg you went on a date !! So happy for you beauty â¨
âł ynleclerc love youuu carm
francisca.cgomes THATS MY BABYYY whoâs the lucky guy?
âł ynleclerc canât say yet đ¤Ťđ¤Ť
alex_albon Charles wonât like this..
âł ynleclerc he doesnât have to know
landonorris NOOOO YOUâRE MY BABE
landonorris WHOâS THAT????
âł ynleclerc thatâs a secret iâll never tell
harrystyles â¤ď¸
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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harryupdates Harry out and about in Monaco today !
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username1 BABYYY
username2 HE LOOKS SO RICH???
username3 ooohhh is monaco the new italy ??
username4 THE OUTFIT IM SALIVATING
username5 dilf dilf
username6 singlerry is the best thing ever
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ynleclerc happy â¤ď¸
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username1 OMG BABY LECLERC HAS A BOYFRIEND ??
username2 PRETTYYY
francisca.cgomes đđ my baby! âĽď¸ by author
username3 BRO CHARLES IS NOT GOING TO LIKE THIS
username4 WAITING FOR CHARLESâ MELTDOWN
lorenzotl Wow I didnât know about this, Iâm happy for your, soeur đ¤ âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 the only sane leclerc âĽď¸ by author
âł charles_leclerc Donât support this
landonorris BABE?? âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 OMFG THE FLOWERS COULD BE FROM LANDO
âł username2 LANDOYN IS REAL
leclerc_pascale â¤ď¸ âĽď¸ by author
âł charles_leclerc Donât support this
alexandrasaintmleux đĽšđĽš âĽď¸ by author
âł charles_leclerc Donât support this
âł username3 HELP CHARLES IS SO ANNOYING
arthur_leclerc EXCUSE ME WHEN WAS THIS
âł ynleclerc just flowers turtur
username5 CHARLES WAS FOUND SOBBING
username6 HARRY IN THE LIKES
charles_leclerc YN Pascale Leclerc, answer your phone right this second
âł username1 NOT THE FULL GOVERNMENT NAME
âł username2 PROTECTIVE BRO
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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ynleclerc but god i love the english âźď¸âźď¸
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username1 OMG
username2 AHH I FEEL LIKE SHES DATING LANDO
carmenmmundt đ¤đ¤ âĽď¸ by author
username3 HOW DID CHARLES ALLOW THIS
leclerc_pascale Belle đâĽď¸ by author
username4 HOLD ON. THATS HARRY STYLES IN THE SECOND PIC??
âł username1 YOUâRE RIGHT THOSE ARE HIS TATTOOS
âł username2 OH LORD
arthur_leclerc JUST SPILL
âł username1 yn not telling her brothers anything is so đ
username4 someone put charles on a straightjacket
username5 so yn is dating either lando norris or harry styles ?? what an icon
landonorris YOUâLL ALWAYS BE MY BABE IDC đ¤
âł username1 SO ITS NOT LANDO
âł ynleclerc dude give it up
gemmastyles đâĽď¸ by author
âł username1 OH
âł username2 STYLES-LECLERC CONFIRMED
username6 CHARLES IS RADIO SILENT THIS IS SCARY
alexandrasaintmleux Prettiest girl forever 𼰠iâm happy for you âĽď¸ by author
âł username3 charles is single now
lorenzotl Petite soeur! Your happiness is mine đ âĽď¸ by author
âł ynleclerc đĽš
âł username1 lorenzo is such a supportive big brother :(
charles_leclerc Youâre not allowed to leave the house once youâre back in Monaco
âł username1 HEEELP
âł username2 HES SO DAMN ANNOYING
âł username3 POOR YN
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username1 BUBBBB
username2 WHOS THAT
username3 guys guys yn leclerc had that same outfit on her last insta story
username4 THATS YN LECLERC đ
username5 HARRYYN STYLECLERC CONFIRMED
username6 bro how did this happenâŚ
username7 thatâs why he performed at her birthday and he kept going to monaco OMG
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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francisca.cgomes đđđđđ
alexandrasaintmleux He has his phone with him now
âł ynleclerc iâve muted the groupchat for my own sanity
alex_albon Youâre going to give your brother a heart attackâŚ
âł ynleclerc thatâs not on me heâs just dramatic
landonorris HARRY STYLES ????? HOW?????
âł ynleclerc you donât think iâm capable of pulling him?
âł landonorris yes you are đŠ
âł landonorris youâll always be my babe tho
harrystyles Donât joke about that love Iâve been panicking all day
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mitchrowland And one of them can run you over with a Ferrari, by the way
âł harrystyles This is not helping my case
jefezoff đđđđđ
gemmastyles Youâll survive brother (hopefully)
niallhoran YOOO you and Leclercâs sister? How did that happen
âł harrystyles Iâll tell you about it if i make it out alive after family dinner
ynleclerc youâre a cutie
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
âââââââââ ๨ৠâââââââââ
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username1 OMFG
username2 SHES INSANE
username3 GIRLLL ADDRESS THE RUMORS
gerogerussell63 đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
alex_albon You're really going to give your brother a heart attack...
âł ynleclerc he'll survive
âł username1 THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
username4 THE HARRY LIKE PLEASE HES NOT SURVIVING THAT FIRST DINNER
username5 the vintage racing jacket and the shirt SHE KNOWS WHAT SHES DOING
arthur_leclerc DISGUSTING
âł username1 HEEEELPPP
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gossiphub The Leclerc family was seen out to dinner in Monaco tonight, joined by Harry Styles, who's dating YN Leclerc
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username1 OOOHHH MY GOD
username2 IT HAPPENED
username3 i can only imagine the talk charles gave to harry
username4 DID HARRY MAKE IT OUT ALIVE
username5 oh im praying for harry
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Dressing For Revenge 2
I had a few requests for a continuation of this story, so here it is!
Summary: A week after your night with Harry, he calls and invites you to a work-related event which his ex also attends.
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), all the good stuff. MUST BE 18+ TO READ.
Word Count: 7.6k+
Read part 1 here
The microwave beeped offensively loud as you changed into your favorite pajamas. Slipping into a pair of fuzzy socks, you sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a large bowl from the cabinet. Movies and popcorn sounded like a great plan for a night in. After the debacle the previous weekend, youâd scheduled this Friday evening for yourself. No parties, no nightclubs, no friends. Just you and a chick flick. And maybe some wine.
Deciding to pour a glass, you grabbed it and the popcorn and made yourself comfortable on the sofa. While laughing at Jennifer Lopez hiding from Matthew McConaughey, you felt your phone buzz. Expecting it to be Kelsie or one of your friends from work texting you, you were surprised to see a different name on the screen.
Hi Y/N. How are you?
Your stomach unexpectedly flipped just seeing your name in print underneath his. You hadnât heard from Harry since heâd called you that night to make sure youâd gotten home okay. Not that youâd expected to. It had only been a week after all. And of course it was a two-way street. You could have texted him. But you hadnât. But that didnât mean you hadnât thought of him.
Hi, Harry. You texted back. Iâm fine. You?
Oh hey. I didnât expect you to reply right away. Are you at home?
You bit your lip. Was he fishing for an invite? Shaking your head, you typed, Yes.
Mind if I call?
With a half squeal, half groan, you replied, Not at all.
Although you had literally just been texting with him, feeling the vibration in your hand and seeing his name again on the screen as your phone rang sent a new rush through your veins.
âHi,â you answered nonchalantly.
âHi, Y/N, how are you?â
You chuckled. âYou asked me that already.â
âRight. So I did. UmâŚdidnât expect you to be home on a Friday night,â said Harry.
âThatâs because I have a date.â
âOh?â
âWith myself,â you finished, reaching for your glass and taking another sip of wine.
âOh,â he let out a breathy laugh. He sounded relieved, which only made your heart beat faster. âAnd howâs that going so far?â
âNot bad. I figure at this rate Iâll be taking myself to bed by midnight.â
Harry snickered harder at your joke. You smiled, happy that you could make him laugh.
âWhat are you up to tonight, Harry?â you asked.
âPretty much the same thing, although Iâm not sure Iâm quite as compatible.â
âNo?â
âMmm,â he sounded. âAm I allowed to say Iâm a little jealous?â
You chuckled, though you didnât really give an answer.
âWhich brings me to the reason I called,â Harry continued. âI have something to ask you. A favor, if you will.â
âOh?â
âYou can say no, and Iâll completely understand if you do. I know I said you could call me if you wanted to get together againâŚâ
âHarry, what is it?â you persisted.
You half expected him to say he was horny and lonely, that he wanted you to come over for a quick fix. But you were surprised when he had a different proposition.
âI have aâŚa thing tomorrow night. A real estate thing. Itâs like a corporate dinner where we meet up with the management companies and investors, announce the top brokers and give awards and such. And I wasâŚwondering if youâd come as my date.â
âOhâŚâ you mused. âYouâre allowed to bring a date?â
âOf course. In fact, itâs almost mandatory.â You heard Harry do the breathy laugh again and wondered if he made that part up, or if it was meant to be a joke.
âI see. AndâŚyouâre inviting me?â
âI am. I know we donât know each other well. And youâll probably be bored out of your mind, and I wouldnât blame you one bit. Itâs justâŚâ
âJust what?â you asked when his words trailed off.
âI didnât tell you this before because there was no reason to. But my ex is in real estate as well. Thatâs how weâŚyou knowâŚmet.â
âAh, so sheâll be there.â
âCorrect,â Harry sighed.
âAnd you want me to make her jealous,â I added in a half question.
âNot jealous, really,â replied Harry. âMore like revenge. To show her Iâm better off without her. Like we did to your ex last weekend.â
âI see,â you said again.
You heard Harry sigh again, then groan. âIâm sorry, Y/N. It sounded better in my head.â
âI didnât say no.â
âWell, no, but youâre probably thinking it. I swear, I donât want this to seem like Iâm using you. I genuinely like you, Y/N. And Iâm very much attracted to you.â
You started to giggle, setting your glass back down on the coffee table.
âWhatâs so funny?â Harry asked solemnly.
âI used you, Harry. Last weekend. In fact, you wanted me to. And now youâre saying youâre not wanting to use me? For the exact same reason?â
âI reckon youâre right.â
âOf course I am. Now. Letâs just call a spade a spade. What time is this event tomorrow?â
âSo youâre going?â
âOf course, I am. You did me a solid, and now I can do one back. Besides, it might be a little fun.â
âAlright,â said Harry, a smile in his voice. âIt starts at eight. I can pick you up around seven thirty, if thatâs okay.â
âThatâs perfect. How formal is this, like black tie, or business casual?â
âSomewhere in between. A cocktail dress should be fine.â
âSounds good. I look forward to it, Harry,â you announced honestly.
âGood. Me too. Thanks for doing this, love.â
After hanging up the phone, you rushed to your closet to pick out something to wear for the event. Even though you hadnât wanted to let on over the phone, you were beyond excited to see Harry again. This time, you got to be his arm candy and not Lukeâs. And unlike with Luke, you had a feeling Harry would only have eyes for you.
As long as his heart didnât still belong to his ex.
Youâd just dabbed on some lipgloss when you heard the buzzer. Pressing the intercom button, you instructed Harry to come on up to your apartment. But when the knock sounded and you swung the door open, you nearly had to hold on to the knob to keep your balance.
âShit,â you muttered at the same time Harry exclaimed âGod damn!â
With a nervous laugh, you caught the twinkle in Harryâs eyes as he leaned against the door jam, his gaze raking over your body.
He looked delicious. Similar to the previous weekend, he wore a silk shirt, unbuttoned plenty to catch peeks at his tattoos and pecks. Over it was a black suit with the jacket open, the slacks fitting him well in all the right places.
âFuck me, kitten, you look stunning,â said Harry, expressing your thoughts before your mouth could.
You blushed, your hands self-consciously running down your waist and hips. You must have chosen the right dress for the evening. It was a short, fitted, black lace dress with a high neck and long sleeves. You felt like it was tasteful, yet sexy. Harry seemed to agree as he stepped over the threshold and reached for your waist, pulling you to him.
âWow,â he breathed in your ear. âHow lucky am I?â
âHmm, I guess weâll see,â you teased, inhaling his intoxicating cologne.
Harry chuckled low. âIs that how itâs gonna be, then, kitten?â You felt his hands travel down to your butt. And you didnât stop him when he lowered his mouth to your neck.
âYes,â you whispered as he sucked on your delicate flesh.
âMaybe we should just ditch this party all together and stay here instead.â
âNow, Harry,â you tsked, pushing his shoulders away. âI thought this was important.â
His laugh vibrated in his chest as he nodded. âIndeed. Thanks so much again for doing this.â
Pursing your lips, you winked at him. Then grabbing your clutch, you followed him out the door and downstairs to his car. When he opened it for you, you immediately got a whiff of the expensive leather, an aroma youâd found pleasant and comforting the last time. It reminded you of the smell of his bedroom, and you quickly clamped your thighs together when you climbed into the front seat, the memory of that night in his bed arousing you.
The drive to the venue was quick, for which you were grateful since you couldnât manage to keep your eyes off of Harryâs hands on the wheel and gear shift, and the way his thighs looked in those pants. He made some small talk, but your mind was elsewhere, almost wishing youâd taken him up on the offer to stay at your place.
When he parked the car in front of a fancy hotel, you gasped. âItâs in here?â
You recognized the place. Well, obviously anyone would. But youâd been there before. Luke had taken you there once when you-
âWell, it only seemed natural,â replied Harry as he turned off the engine, âseeing as the company owns this property.â
Jerking your head, you stared at Harry with wide eyes, astonished. âOh my God! I knew you were rich, butâŚoh my God!â
With a chuckle and a gleam in his eye, Harry opened his car door and rounded to your side where you still sat with your mouth agape. You eventually smiled, taking Harryâs awaiting hand and letting him lead you to the entrance and through the hotel lobby to the elevators. A cluster of people were gathered nearby and Harry slowed and whispered in your ear.
âSome of my colleagues,â he explained. âShall I introduce you?â
âOf course,â you grinned. âAs long as youâre not ashamed to be seen with me.â
âAre you kidding?â he smirked, giving your butt a pat before quickly guiding you toward the men.
âGentlemen!â he greeted boisterously.
âHarry, my good man, how are you?â one of the men broke from the pack to offer his hand.
âCanât complain,â Harry replied, shaking hands. âHow about yourself?â
âSame here,â the man nodded, though his eyes seemed to wander to you eagerly. âAnd who is this gorgeous angel you brought with you?â
You felt Harryâs hand glide down your back. âGreg, Iâd like you to meet Y/N, Y/N this is Greg Hawthorne, Chairman of the Board.â
âHow do you do, sweetheart,â said Greg.
âLovely to meet you,â you smiled, taking his hand though you had no idea what a Chairman of the Board was.
Just then, you were saved by the ding that the awaiting elevator announced, and you and Harry followed the rest of the group up to another floor. More groups of people were gathered there, and down the hall. Harry stopped a couple more times to introduce you to more colleagues. You knew for certain you would never be able to remember their names, but you figured that wasnât the reason for the pleasantries.
When you came to a large, open, double doorway, you were greeted by another man and woman who welcomed you both to the event. Stepping inside the massive room, you took in the view of what appeared to be a ballroom, filled with cloth-covered tables with fancy centerpieces. At the far end was a stage, a podium erected in the center and a large screen next to it. The chandeliers were enough to take your breath away, and when Harry guided you toward one of the tables, you noticed the gold-leafed placards.
âThis is nicer than most weddings Iâve been to,â you whispered to Harry, lifting the placard in front of you that held his name.
Your date only grinned, but you quickly felt a hand on your knee underneath the table. He gave it a nice squeeze, and you giggled.
âNone of that, Mr. Styles,â you warned. âWeâre in public.â
âOh, so I canât even touch you?â
âI didnât say that. Just be careful. Iâm very ticklish. People may get the wrong idea.â
âI see,â he smirked with sexy eyes. âIâll try to be discreet, then.â
The room started to fill up, and Harry was greeted so many times that you just remained standing. You had to admit, it felt good to be the companion of someone so popular. Lukeâs popularity was nothing compared to this. And everyone seemed to be very fond of Harry.
However, after a quick chat with one of Harryâs friends, you felt his hand twist the back of your dress. Taking a step back to keep your balance, you looked at him and noticed how much the expression on his face had instantly changed.
âWhat happened?â you inquired. âIs something wrong?â
âSheâs here,â he said, his voice low but clear.
âOh,â you whispered. âWhere?â
Harry loosened his jaw, then cleared his throat, looked down and scratched his nose. âRight there. Blue dress.â
Scanning the entrance, you picked out the woman. While she was attractive, she was not what you had pictured. Not that you had any point of reference, but she just didnât seem like someone you would have thought Harry would have been in a relationship with.
âOh, I see,â you commented, unsure of what else to say.
A waiter came around with a tray of champagne, blocking your view of Harryâs ex. You graciously accepted a glass, and Harry suggested you both take a seat.
âHello, Harry,â you heard behind you just as youâd turned.
Harry exhaled through his nose before addressing her. âGood evening, Toni. Youâre looking well.â
Toni flipped her hair from her shoulder and grinned triumphantly. Then her eyes fell on you.
âAntoinette Bloom, how do you do?â she said, offering her hand to you.
âY/N Y/LN, nice to meet you.â You tried your best to give the most nonchalant, yet genuine greeting, hoping Harry was pleased. The corners of your mouth began to curve upwards when you felt his hand on your back once again.
âI hear you closed on the MacHouser deal, Harry,â Toni turned her attention back to her ex. âCongratulations.â
âThank you,â he half-bowed, âit was a team effort.â
âOf course.â
Just then, another tall man appeared, his hand on Toniâs shoulder. âDarling, I found our table over there. I think itâs about to get started.â
âOh, yes,â she grinned. âGood to see you, Harry.â She merely nodded at you, and didnât even bother introducing the man who was already guiding her to the right side of the ballroom. You felt Harry let out a long breath.
âThat wasnât so bad,â you assured with a smile.
âWasnât so great either,â he frowned.
You slid your hand up his arm, squeezing his bicep. âCould have been worse.â
Finally looking at you, Harryâs frown turned into a grin. Your insides flipped when his dimples appeared and he pulled you close to him.
âSheâs got nothing on you, you know.â
âExcept history,â you remarked.
Harry chuckled. âCâmon, love. Letâs sit and enjoy this evening. Together.â
âSounds good,â you agreed as Harry helped push in your chair. âBy the way, did you know him?â
âWho?â
âThe man she was with. She didnât introduce him.â
âOh. Yeah. Heâs the uhâŚâ
When Harry paused, your eyes widened in astonishment. âHim? She left you for that guy?â
âWell, no, she didnât leave me, I kicked her out.â
âBecause she was cheating on you. With him!â
Harry covered your hand with his. âLetâs not get into it, babe. Not now.â
With a huff, you sat back in your chair, crossing your arms. What an idiot this woman was! Fucking moron!
Harry chuckled low, making you look over at him. âWhat?â
âYou look like a defiant child sat there like that, kitten.â
With a snort, you sat up straight. âSorry. I just donât think she knew how good she had it.â
âAnd how good is that?â Harry leaned closer, his hand sliding up your thigh under the table.
âHarryâŚâ you mouthed, barely able to get out a breath as his fingers played with the hem of your dress.
âOh, good evening Harry!â a plump man announced, grabbing the chair on the other side of him. âLooks like Marla and I are at your table.â
âHi, Tom, how are things?â Harry quickly rose from his chair to shake hands with the man, then with the woman he was with.
âWell, as they sayâŚsame shit, different day!â Tom cackled.
Harry laughed, âYes, indeed.â Then he introduced you to Tom and his wife, Marla, who both already seemed like very nice people.
Two more couples arrived shortly after, rounding out your table. Soon enough, the waiters came around with plates of food. You gawked at the presentation of the scrumptious looking chicken dish in front of you.
âIâm sorry,â Harry whispered in your ear. âI forgot to tell you I ordered the food weeks ago. I hope chicken is okay.â
âOf course, no problem,â you replied.
âObviously I knew I wouldnât be here with Toni, but I reckoned chicken was a safe bet.â
âItâs perfectly fine,â you insisted.
âSo, how did you two meet?â Marla asked after Tom had made a toast.
Harry looked over at you and you felt your face flush.
âUmâŚthe traditional way,â replied Harry. âAt a nightclub.â
âOh!â Marla giggled when Harry winked, putting you at ease.
Once again, you felt Harryâs hand on you underneath the table. Instead of squeezing your knee, he slid his palm up dangerously, allowing his fingers to rest just inside your thigh. You gasped out a breath, swiftly grabbing your champagne, hoping no one noticed.
Chatter and small talk filled the room until the lights dimmed slightly and the man from the elevator stepped up to the podium. He announced himself as Greg Hawthorne and welcomed you all to tonightâs gala. Then the television monitor came to life and displayed a quick introduction to the firm. While most of it was over your head, you were once again impressed by the company and what real estate it owned. After another quick spiel, Greg introduced the CEO who joined him at the podium, gave a short speech and sat back down at his table. Then Greg proceeded with the awards ceremony, starting with one for another man youâd met earlier.
Having finished your delicious chicken, you placed your fork down on your plate, and dabbed your lips with a napkin. When everyone clapped, you joined in.
Harry leaned over and whispered in your ear. âBored yet?â
âNo,â you smiled. âIâm having a lovely time.â
âLiar.â
âNo, Iâm not,â you insisted with a laugh.
You reached for his hand then, pulling it underneath the tablecloth, setting it in your lap. You covered it with your other hand for reassurance. Harry beamed at you, then kissed your temple.
Just then, a name you hadnât wished to hear was announced. Antoinette Bloom stepped up on stage to receive her award, though youâd missed what sheâd earned it for. You felt Harryâs body go still next to you.
âYou okay?â you whispered.
âUm, yeah. Yeah,â he sighed. âIâm fine.â
âItâs still hard to see her, isnât it?â
âNo, noâŚitâsâŚitâs fine. Iâm fine.â
âHarry, itâs okay,â you said, squeezing his hand. âI get it. Remember?â
His green eyes stared at you and you thought you saw them water, but he blinked quickly. Then he pulled his hand from your grasp and reached for his champagne, gulping it down. You looked around your table and saw more sets of eyes, either on Harry or trying to divert their gaze. They all knew. They had probably known them when they were a couple. Suddenly, you felt like a duck out of water, and just as Toni was finishing her speech, you excused yourself to the ladiesâ room.
When you made it to the stall, and took several deep breaths, you started talking to yourself. Reminding yourself that you were doing Harry a favor. You were his plus one because he wanted some sort of revenge, or proof for his ex to see he didnât need her anymore - just as Harry had done for you the weekend before with Luke.
This isnât about you, you stupid bitch. After tonight youâll probably never see him again.
After washing up and touching up your lip gloss, you opened the door to see Harry standing in the hallway.
âHey. What are you doing out here?â you asked.
âChecking on you. You rushed out so quickly.â
âSorry. Must have been the champagne.â
Harry took two steps closer, enough to reach out and finger a curl on your shoulder. âLiar,â he muttered.
With a sigh, you shook your head. âHarryâŚâ
âY/N. Iâm the one who should apologize. I made a fool of myself, trying to act like I didnât care she was here. You were right.â
âI was?â you gulped.
âItâs still hard,â he nodded. âI meanâŚitâs not like I want her back. I donât really want anything to do with her. JustâŚseeing her reminds me, you know?â
âAbsolutely.â
âIâm sorry, darling. I really am.â Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, and you took that as your cue.
âItâs okay. Shall I get an Uber, orâŚâ
âWhat?â Harryâs eyes widened. âYouâre not leaving, are you?â
âWellâŚumâŚ,â you stumbled. âDonât you want me to?â
âOh, God, honey, no! No! I didnât mean to imply that at all!â
You fiddled with the clutch in your hands as you stared at him incredulously. âIâm confused.â
Reaching for your waist, Harry pulled you even closer. âBaby, I want you to stay. Please. I enjoy your company. And even though this is probably boring you to tears, you look so fucking sexy, I want...â
âWhat?â you asked when his words trailed off.
âIâŚâ Harry searched down either end of the hallway, making sure no one was within earshot. Then he guided you backwards against the wall. âI wanna eat you up,â he growled.
âOh!â you squeaked just before his mouth collided with yours.
His kisses were rough and urgent. His stubble scratched against your delicate skin. And you loved it. Gasping for a breath, you grabbed hold of his jacket lapels.
âHarryâŚâ
âI want you so bad, kitten,â he whined. God, that sounded hot. âBeen thinking about you all fucking week. Took everything I had in me not to call sooner.â
âReally?â
Just then, two other women started down the hall toward you. Harry straightened up and you pretended to be looking for something in your bag. When they passed and entered the restroom, you raised your head. Harry was staring at you like a tiger about to pounce its prey. When he blinked slowly, you could hear him swallow hard.
âI got a room,â he finally said.
Your jaw dropped. âA roo-, here?â
âYeah. I know itâs presumptuous of me. But I was hopingâŚyou mightâŚwanna stay with me tonight.â
As he said those words, he moved closer to you, slowly like a dream. Chills erupted down your body, and you found yourself eagerly allowing him into your embrace. His lips met yours again, this time sweet and wet.
âI-I thoughtâŚâ you breathed between kisses, âwhen you froze next to meâŚwhen she got her awardâŚthat youâŚâ
âShh,â Harry sounded, silencing you with more kisses. âBaby girlâŚlet me make it clear. I donât want her. I want you.â
You thought you saw the shadows of the women returning from the bathroom, but neither you nor Harry moved an inch. His gaze pierced through you, you melted, and you may have even let out a moan.
âI want you, too. So bad.â
âGood,â he growled, sliding his hand around your neck. Then kissing you one more time, he stood up straight and said, âLetâs get out of here.â
Taking your hand, you were halfway down the hall when Tom emerged from the ballroom.
âHarry!,â he said. âThey need you in here!â
âWhat for?â
âYour award!â
Harry cursed under his breath, and you chuckled as he tugged on your hand and led you back into the ballroom.
âThere he is!â shouted Greg from the podium. âCâmon Harry, everyone whoâs awarded has to get up here.â
Harry snorted, then gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up to the stage. With a cheesy grin on your face, you made it back to your table and joined everyone in clapping as Harry accepted his award. You hadnât even heard what it was for, but it didnât matter. You were proud of him regardless, and you planned on showing him just how proud you were later in the room heâd said heâd gotten.
You watched your handsome date as he gave his acceptance speech, the glow on his face. When he was finished, he gave a quick nod and thank you, then began to make his way between the tables. You noticed Toni staring at him, but your grin spread when Harry paid her no mind, and instead beamed at you with his dimpled smile.
âCongrats, Harry!â exclaimed Tom when Harry reached your table. âI was worried youâd either gone or didnât care about receiving an award. But I see I was wrong on both accounts. Well-deserved, my friend.â
âThanks, Tom.â
Although Harryâs words were addressed to the man on his left, his eyes hadnât left yours.
âReady to go?â he asked.
âNow?â you half-chuckled, half-gasped.
âYes,â he replied, his voice suddenly an octave lower.
âOh, donât leave yet, you two!â Marla whisper-shouted. âYouâll miss the best part!â
âBest part?â you inquired, eyeing both Marla and Harry.
Harry smirked. âThereâs usually some sort of dessert, and they serve more cocktails.â
âOh. I think I can pass.â
Not missing the tone in your confession, Harry rose from his chair and held his hand out for you. You eagerly took it, giving hasty goodbyes to your table mates, then you followed him back into the hallway just as Greg was giving his final speech, announcing the imminent dessert.
âI have my own sweet, tasty treat,â remarked Harry, patting your ass.
You were mid-giggle, starting to get handsy yourself when you heard a female voice behind you.
âCongratulations, Harry.â
Oh, goddammit, what did she want?
âThank you,â Harry turned and nodded sharply.
âI always knew youâd make top broker,â Toni continued. âI know I voiced it many times.â
Her tone was sultry as she stepped closer to Harry. Then she placed her hand on his bicep and gave an adoring smile. Your stomach turned and your mouth felt sour as you watched her try to seduce her ex right in front of you.
âUm, no, actually you didnât,â said Harry.
âPardon me?â
âYou never said that to me, Antoinette. Not once. In fact, if I remember correctly, you used to provoke and torment me by claiming youâd beat me.â
âOh, that,â Toni dismissed Harryâs accusation with a wave of her hand. âThat was just a little game. You enjoyed it, didnât you baby? You liked trying to rival me. It only made you better.â
Your eyes wide, you nearly smacked her, but you held back your hands and your tongue.
âNo, I didnât enjoy it. And it didnât make me better. Iâm better now because youâre out of my life, Toni.â
Turning away from her, Harry grabbed your hand again and began walking faster. You tried your best to keep up as he led you to the elevators.
âAw, little Harry is heartbroken so he needed to find a little trollop to mend his ego,â Toni mocked with a sneer.
At that you turned around swiftly. âYouâre a horrible person! No wonder he kicked you out!â
âY/N, please baby-â
âWhat the hell do you know?â Toni rolled her eyes.
âI know that this man is amazing and sweet and sexy as hell, and you lost out.â
Toniâs jaw dropped open as Harry pulled you toward the open elevator doors.
âI also know that nobody has used the word trollop since the sixties,â you called out just before the doors closed. âThe term is slut now, honey.â
When the elevator stopped, and the doors opened, you followed Harry down the hall, your hand still in his until he stopped at the end of the hallway. Then he pulled a key card out of his jacket pocket and slipped it into the lock.
He had been quiet on the lift, his jaw set. You knew he was angry, and maybe even a little embarrassed. You felt for him, seeing just how vile his ex was. You wanted to make him feel better, but only if he wanted the same.
Stepping into the room, however, you nearly forgot what had just happened when you saw the exquisite view.
âWowâŚâ you breathed as Harry headed for the bar.
âNice, yeah?â he wiggled his brows. When he poured two glasses of brandy, however, his expression returned solemn.
âHarryâŚâ you began, walking toward him. âWe donât have to do this.â
âWhat?â
âIf youâre not feeling up to it.â
âWho says Iâm not?â he asked, handing you a glass.
âWell, I can tell youâre upset.â
âIâm not. I meanâŚyeah, sheâsâŚa piece of work,â Harry half-chuckled, shaking his head. Then he looked at you. âBut she has nothing to do with us.â
âNo?â
âMm-mm,â he sounded, reaching for your waist with his other hand. âIâm just sorry you had to see that. Cheers?â
You clinked your glass against Harryâs and took a sip, setting your clutch on the bar. He looked over his glass at you and winked. Slowly lowering yours, you grinned.
âSo your award was for top broker? What does that mean, you sold the most houses?â
Harry chuckled low. âHouses, hotels, commercial properties...â
âWow,â you said. âIâm proud of you, Harry.â
âAre you?â he smiled wider.
âOf course, I am. And I wanna show you.â
âOh. You do.â Taking your glass, Harry set it on the bar next to his. âAnd how do you wanna do that?â
âLike thisâŚâ you said, reaching for his jacket and tugging it off his shoulders.
With a smirk, he shook his arms out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair. Then his eyes sparkled as you ran your hands down his chest and began to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt.
Slipping his fingers underneath your jaw, he pulled you into a deep kiss. You moaned against him, letting him know just how badly you wanted to please him. When your own fingers met his waistband, you felt him shudder, a sexy tremble of anticipation as he threw off his shirt. You played with him a bit, letting your fingertips linger along his tattoos after youâd unbuttoned his trousers. Then with a loud sounding of the zipper, you dropped to your knees along with his pants. You heard him gasp out a breath, a tiny one, but audible nonetheless.
You kissed his inner thighs, sweet, tender kisses. Moving up slowly, you reached for his underwear. A low, sexy exhale escaped his throat then, followed by a chuckle.
âOh, kitten.â
âWhat?â
âIs this what you want?â
You nodded and licked your lips as his erection sprung from his briefs, meeting you in the face. Harryâs breath hitched in his throat when you took hold of it and wet the tip with your tongue. You looked up at him long enough to see his jaw drop as you enveloped your lips around his hard cock. Then he quickly shut his eyes and inhaled through his nose.
He was big. You knew this already, of course, but having him in your mouth for the first time took a little extra work and finesse. You didnât think youâd be able to deep throat him, so you did your best with what you had to work with. Lubricating him up with your own saliva, you moaned against his cock while your hand met your lips halfway. Harryâs fingers raked through your hair until they had a good grip. His breaths quickened as he bucked his hips against you, urging you to suck him deeper and harder, your hand to move faster. You obliged to his physical requests until you felt him quiver, then tug harder on your hair.
âEasy, kitten,â he gasped. âFuck, youâre so good, but I donât wanna come so fast.â
Clipping your chin with his finger, he gazed down at you.
âJesus, baby, look at you. So eager and willing to please.â
You nodded, running your hands up his thighs. âYes, Harry. I wanna please you so bad. Wanna make you feel good.â
Stepping out of his shoes and pants, Harry lifted you from the floor. With his hands cradling your face he pulled you into a deep, wet kiss that nearly sent you back into a pool at his feet. Then slipping his fingers behind your neck, he found the zipper of your dress and tugged it open. Stepping out of it, you let him lead you to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.
âI wanna make you feel good too, kitten,â Harry promised as he removed your black lacy bra.
âBut itâs my turn, Harry,â you argued, climbing onto the bed and sitting on your knees. âYou made me feel better last time.â
âDid I? Is that why you left in such a hurry?â
âI told you why I left,â you frowned.
âI know. Iâm sorry.â His hands cupped your breasts as he snuck a kiss onto your collarbone.
âAnyway, tonight is about you,â you continued. âAnd I wanna show you how proud I am of you. How worthy you are.â
âYeah?â he smirked, sliding his hand down the front of your panties. âAm I worthy of this sweet pussy?â
âFuck yes,â you hissed.
Harry laughed, âGod, youâre so wet already, kitten. I havenât hardly touched you.â
âThatâs the effect you have on me.â
âGood to know. I am lucky.â
He continued to stroke you, his fingertip pressing gently on your already throbbing clit. Still on your knees, they began to give out just from his touch. You grabbed hold of his arms to keep your balance, a tiny cry escaping your lips.
âOh, sweetheart, you sure this is about me?â Harry raised a brow, teasing you.
âYes, Harry. I promise. You justâŚget me worked up.â
âWhat do you think you do to me, hmm? Sat there next to me in that tiny little dress, your thighs begging to be stroked underneath the table. Your fuckable ass just waiting to be grabbed by my hands. Your fuck-me eyes batting their lashes at me as if I donât know what that means.â
âI didnât know they do that,â you mewled as you continued to ride his fingers.
âOh, yes you do. And you love it. Just like you love how youâre dripping on me right now.â
âBut you love it, too,â you said, trying to turn the tables. âYou love how hot and wet I am for you.â
âGoddammit, yes I do. Câmere, kitten.â
The air suddenly felt cooler when he removed his hand from your panties. But the warmth was returned quickly as you watched him lay down on the bed and stroke himself.
âHarry,â you pouted. âIâm supposed to do that.â
âWell then hurry up, baby. We may have all night, but I get impatient too.â
You gave him a smirk, knowing he was mocking your impatience from last weekend.
âJust for that, I may just take my time,â you teased, slowly sliding your panties down your hips.
âPlease donât.â
âWhat would you do if I did?â
âMake myself come,â he replied cheekily, his hand still on his cock.
âAw, câmon Harry, play nice.â
He chuckled low, sending another thrill down your spine. Kicking your panties off of your ankle, you let them hit the floor as you crawled cat-like over his naked body.
âKitten, you are,â he grinned, reaching for your hips. âLooks like I picked the right pet name.â
âYes,â you agreed. âAnd now kitty wants a ride.â
Harry growled as you nibbled on his neck. âCondomâs in my jacket, babe,â he whispered. âForgot to grab it.â
With a tiny pout, you slid off the bed and retrieved his jacket from the chair, and found the condom in the inside picket. Opening it swiftly, you returned to the bed where you eagerly slipped it on his awaiting cock. Lifting your hips, you eased yourself down slowly with a high-pitched groan.
âGently, kitten,â instructed Harry. âYou sure youâre wet enough?â
âYes,â you sighed. âYou just fill me so well.â
âYeah,â he grinned. âGo slowly though, alright. Donât wanna hurt you.â
âI can handle it, baby. Question is, can you handle me?â
Harryâs chest shook as he laughed, and you slowly began to ride him. When you began to pick up a little speed, however, Harry started to blink, his head tilting back into the pillow.
âFuck, kitten, you feel so good.â
âI do? You like how my cunt feels dripping on you?â
âMmm yeah. So fucking warm and wet.â
âYou deserve to feel this good, baby. Every night,â you moaned.
âYeah? You would fuck me like this every night?â he asked, his hips bucking up against you.
âMmhmm. Anything you want. Youâre such a fucking hot and sexy man. You deserve to be fucked any way you want.â
âAh yes, fuck me, kitten.â
âShe didnât fuck you like this, did she?â you purred as you rode him faster.
Harry shook his head and gulped. âNo.â
âYou deserve so much better, baby. You deserve a woman who knows your needs. Who worships your cock.â
Though Harry moaned and let out an expletive, he grabbed your waist and tried to hold you still. âWaitâŚbabyâŚwait, stop,â he gasped.
âWhatâs wrong?â you blinked.
âI donât wanna fuck like this.â
âLike what?â
âRevenge sex, angry sex, whatever this is. Iâm done with that, arenât you?â
You stared at him, confused. âBut, I thought-â
âI know, babe,â he interrupted with a nod. âBut I donât want this to be about her. Or him. Just us.â
âOh.â
âDonât you?â
âIâŚyeah, I guess so.â
Harryâs green eyes stared at you, and though they were still filled with lust, a softer look in them also appeared that you hadnât seen before. âJust you and me, yeah? I think it could be great.â
âOkay,â you nodded.
âGood girl,â he grinned. âNow fuck me.â
You slowly resumed your thrusts, your eyes still locked with his. While you tried to continue the little game youâd been playing, the point seemed moot. Something came over you that you couldnât describe, and if you didnât know any better, youâd say you were feeling emotional, overwhelmed. But you couldnât, could you? This was just a hookup, a mutual agreement. There were no feelings involved. Finally, you stopped all movement.
âWhatâs wrong, babe?â asked Harry, a bewildered look on his face. âYou tired?â
âNo. It justâŚit feels different now.â
âDifferentâŚgood?â
You shook your head, unable to find the words. âI donât know. I justâŚI feel vulnerable.â
Harryâs face softened as he sat up and ran his hands up your back. âI know, baby. But itâs okay. Iâm here, yeah? Iâll make you feel good.â
âBut I wanted to make you feel good,â you said.
âThen weâll make each other feel good,â Harry smirked. âCâmon love, itâs alright. We donât need revenge sex. Those two other peopleâŚthey mean nothing. We donât have to use each other anymore. Letâs justâŚlive in the moment.â
Taking in a deep breath, you let it out slowly. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? His arms around you, Harry kissed your lips softly. Then he continued down your jaw and to your neck. Inch by inch, you let the tension fall until his soft, pillowy lips lightly touched your shoulder.
âMmm, that feels nice,â you breathed before you realized it.
âDoesnât it?â Harry murmured before looking into your eyes. âI want you, Y/N. I wouldnât have invited you here if I didnât. I wouldnât have gotten this room. For us. You and me, honey. Youâre the one I wanna be with.â
Though he didnât finish the sentence with tonight, you took it as implied.
âLetâs make each other feel good, yeah?â he continued, pecking your mouth again. âI wanna make you come so hard.â
A low moan sounded from deep within your throat before you started to giggle.
âDoes that sound good?â Harry wiggled his brows.
âYeah,â you nodded. âSounds amazing.â
âThen get that ass up, baby, and turn around for me,â he demanded, patting your behind.
Once on your knees facing away from him, you braced yourself for a quick thrust. But Harry seemed to have other ideas. Instead, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back so that you sat on his lap. Pushing your hair off your shoulder, he kissed your neck just underneath your ear. Then his other hand found your right breast, cupping it and pinching the nipple between his fingertips.
âThat feel good, kitten?â he whispered, his breath tickling your flesh.
âMmm, yes.â
âGood. Now lift up just a bit and bounce on me.â
Doing as you were told had Harry slipping inside you easily just before you bounced back onto his lap, his cock filling you completely.
âOhhhh,â you gasped. âFuck.â
âMmm yeah, babe, do that again.â
With a deep breath, you exhaled as you lifted up to your knees again. This time, however, Harry met you halfway, thrusting up against you as you came down. When you let out another gasp, Harry groaned in your ear.
âFuck, princess, just like that. Keep going.â
Though your knees were already starting to shake, it was nothing like the nearly exploding feeling in your core. You could feel him fully, all of him in your pussy. And you couldnât get enough.
You repeated the movements over and over, each time making your toes curl more and more. Finally, you noticed the thrusts werenât quite as long, as Harry was practically holding you against him, his arm around your waist as he panted in your ear, giving you continuous words of encouragement.
âOh, kitten you feel so good,â he whined, sliding his free hand down your belly. âIâm so close already. But I want you to come first, alright?â
âYes.â
âAre you close, too?â
âYes!â
His fingertips slipped through your folds and pinched your clit. Your knees buckled and you almost fell forward until Harry pulled you up. You could feel his wet, sticky chest against your back as he guided you to your climax.
âEasy, kitten,â he cooed. âI got you. Come for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel that sweet little cunt dripping all over me.â
âAaaaaaâŚâ you exclaimed, though it was far from an actual word. âOh, God! Ohhh HaaarrryyâŚ.baaaabyyyyy!!!!â
âThatâs it, kitten,â he urged, his finger still circling your swollen nub as he continued his thrusts. âSuch a good girl. I love making you feel good, baby.â
With a few more whines and pants, you came down from your high, taking deep breaths and hard swallows.
âMmm,â Harry growled, then kissed your neck. âItâs not over yet, love.â
You chuckled, placing your hand on his thigh. âI know. Shall I stay here, or you want me somewhere else?â
âIâll let you pick,â he replied.
âReally?â Lifting yourself up, you turned around to face him. âCause Iâd really like to watch you when you come.â
âYou got it, babe,â he grinned. Taking your face in his hands, he kissed you with fervor. Then he rolled you onto your back.
âAre you sore, love?â he asked as he resumed his thrusts.
âNot really,â you gulped. âOnly in a good way.â
Harry chuckled, âAlright, good. Cause I want you legs up here.â Grabbing hold of your thighs, he lifted them over his shoulders. âThatâs it, kitten. Now, keep your pretty eyes on me.â
You had no problem with that request. His arms around you with your knees next to your ears, you couldnât do much more than stare at him. And he was a sight to behold. A curl had fallen from his forehead, and he already looked fucked out of his mind. Your entire body was on fire, inside and out. You couldnât look away if you tried.
Because of his close proximity, his thrusts were short and quick, his cock hitting you in just the right spot every time. You tried your best to keep breathing, though you could already feel yourself teetering close to the edge. And Harryâs grunts didnât help. He was so sexy, and it turned you on knowing you felt good around him.
âSo fucking wet baby, god damn,â he panted. âCan I fuck you like this every night?â
You blinked in surprise until you remembered your words from earlier. With a gentle smile, you nodded. âYes.â
âPromise? Cause I donât think I can go another week, sweetheart.â
âYes,â you swore to him, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you knew that it wasnât a lie.
Harryâs breaths quickened, and with a deep groan, he shut his eyes tight. Then with two more thrusts, his body trembled and he gasped in your ear.
âFuck. Oh, kitten, youâre amazing.â
Your fingers played in his hair as he laid on your chest. You listened to his breaths for a moment until he looked up at you.
âPlease donât leave,â he said.
âWhat?â
âTonight. Donât leave like last time, please. Stay with me.â
After a pause, you allowed your fingertips to draw shapes across his back. Then with a sigh you said his name.
âHmm?â he sounded, rolling onto his side next to you.
You turned and looked at him, giving him a smile. âI have no intention of leaving.â
With a grin of his own, Harry pulled you close and kissed you, no other words needed.
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Green-Eyed Monster | F.W.
For the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he neednât worry a bit about.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x f!reader
Word count: 8k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f!receiving, (lots of) dirty talk, name calling, praise/degradation, dom/sub dynamic, some nipple play, touch of a breeding kink, possessiveness/jealousy, some toxic themes, established relationship, swearing, drinking, arguing, angst, fluff, sorry if miss any!
first hp fic in a very long time! what better to post than this mess (jealous, possessive, sexy mess). basically pwpâlet me know what you think! (Barely edited at all lmao my apologies)
You sat quietly at Georgeâs desk, eyes focused on a piece of parchment as you both tried to break down the recipe George had scribbled down. There was a hiccup, a hitch in the plan of brewing a batch of Euphoria Elixir for the joke shop, and it was pushing back your plans to place them on the shelves this week. After a few hours of quiet deliberation on his lonesome, George decided to seek your help in hopes of speeding up the process.
So, the two of you put your heads together and re-read the ingredient list a million times, wondering how the hell it turned out murky green instead of sunshine-y yellow. The cauldron sat smoldering across the room, a rain cloud above it as the bubbly mixture spilled over the sides. Upon first glance, you had stated the absolute obvious.
âIsnât that supposed to be a rainbow?â You raised an eyebrow, looking at your brother-in-law as he collapsed in his chair.
âYes, you git.â George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a sharp look, warning him to be nice if he wanted your help. You knew George didnât mean any of the insultsâhe was simply frustrated and maybe even a little embarrassed that he could not figure it out by himself. âSorry, Y/N.â He conceded, realizing he came on a bit too strong.
âSâalright.â You assured him, stepping towards the desk where he sat. âWhereâs the ingredient list? Weâll start there.â You offered, knowing you would help no matter how poor of a mood he was in. You loved George almost as much as you loved Fred, if you had to compare. Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.
After spending so many years in a relationship with Fred, it would be obscure for you not to have a bond with the closest person to him. Over the years, heâd surpassed a friend and had grown into your own brother. You were certain that no matter where life took you and Fred, George would always hold a special place in your heart. When the two opened their shop in Diagon Alley, you volunteered most of your free time to help them in any way you could, and whether it was tweaking new products or doing some of the dirty work, you never really minded.
That evening in specific, Fred was off on some âofficial businessâ, which really just meant meeting with a potential product buyer at The Leaky Cauldron. Last month, George took the burden of doing so, and they decided it was only fair for him to do it this time. Unfortunately for you, as much as you loved supporting them, it did interfere with your evening plans with him. So, sulking and trying your best to swallow it down, you distracted yourself with stocking shelves downstairs to prepare for another busy day ahead.
You were actually near grateful when George emerged from the office, calling out to you in desperation. It gave you a break from the monotonous back and forth, and someone to talk to. If it could not be Fred, you decided George was the next best.
âSo, whatâdâya think it could be?â George asked, peeking over the cauldron that was still spitting back at him. He dodged out of the way, trying his best not to get any of the splashback on his new jumper.
âWell, from what youâve told me, seems like you put all the right stuff in.â You deducted, pursing your lips slightly as you read over the list for what seemed like the millionth time. âSad as it sounds, I doubt we can save it now, even if we figure out what happened.â You said, recalling your potions knowledge that Snape had relayed over the years.
âRight, but Iâd like to know whatâs wrong before I try again.â He explained, taking a moment to look over your sad expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. âWhatâs got your knickers in a twist?â Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his, your cheeks tinged red from the heat of the room. Your lips dipped into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, brushing him off so you did not need to explain yourself. âI know you better than that. Come on, now.â He urged, placing his palms flat against the desk as he leaned towards you, a challenging look in his eye.
You narrowed your brows, keeping a stony expression as you met his gaze. âWhatâs it to you, Weasley?â You shot back, unsure of where your defensive nature was coming from. Perhaps you werenât willing to discuss your relationship problems with your boyfriendâs twin brother, or maybe it was because you felt foolish for being upset at all.
âReckon weâre past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.â He responded, also unsure of why you were being so reserved with your thoughts. Usually, you were an open book, especially with the two of them.
âMy problems arenât your problems, Georgie.â You shook your head, shutting down the ridiculous notion. âLetâs get back to the real problem, yeah?â
âNo, I donât think so.â George disagreed, his concern now over something completely different. âIs it about Fred?â At that, the tips of your ears began to burn and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. âAh, I see.â A devious smile crossed his lips.
âItâs not a big deal.â You covered your tracks, tapping the ink-less quill against the worn parchment.
âI have a hard time believing you, considering you just lied to me.â
âLied is a strong word,â you rolled your eyes, quickly realizing that there would be no escaping the conversation. âI didnât lie about anything.â
âWhatâs he done?â
âNothing!â You exclaimed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. âItâs just⌠Iâm just being dramatic.â And itâs true, you were being dramatic. Well, maybe not fully, but thatâs what you were trying to convince yourself of. âI just miss him, I suppose. I know you both have been busy, but I think maybe I underestimated how busy you would actually be.â You continued, knowing it was wrong to confide in his twin brother about your relationship issues. Still, it felt good to get it off your chest, to voice the concern and have someone shoot you down, just so you knew you were being irrational. âThis is the third night in a row weâve canceled our plans. Iâll get over it. Itâs no big deal.â
âThatâs a big deal.â He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. âBloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.â But you werenât asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. âWhat? Not allowed to speak my mind?â
âNoââ you let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in your seat. âI know that, but I was hoping you would tell me Iâve gone mad, instead.â
âBlimey, Y/N, youâre allowed to be upset. We're busy, yeah, but youâre still his girlfriend.â George said, jumping slightly when the rain cloud above the cauldron let out a crack of thunder. âIf youâd rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. Iâm not Fred, but Iâm pretty damn close.â He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.
âSâalright, Georgie. Thank you, though.â You appreciated his kindness, but you were sure it would only make your predicament even worse, considering Fredâs recently acquired short-fuse when it came to you and George spending so much time together. It was odd for him to be so protective, so jealous of the one person in the world he neednât worry about, but it seemed as though the new trait was permanent. Perhaps it came from the fact he was also missing you due to your busy schedules, and how it sometimes seemed you and George were most often left at the shop alone.
âYou know, I have noticed that lately.â George continued, leaning against the desk as he reminisced over the last few weeks. âAlways seems to be us stuck here together.â
âMhm.â You mumbled, slowly realizing that you werenât as insane as you previously thought if he was noticing all of the same things. âLetâs just figure this out so I can get home.â
So you did. A grueling hour spent recounting Georgeâs every step in brewing the elixir left the two of you puzzled and even more frustrated. By that point in the night, you were hunched over the long list of his steps you had jotted down so you could (hopefully) discover what he missed.
âI dunno, Georgie.â You sighed. âSeems like you did everythingââ you cut yourself off, leaning closer to the page on the desk as you caught something you hadnât seen before.
âWhat?â He asked, his head snapping towards you. âWhat is it?â
âYou said when you let it simmer, it was turquoise.â You said, looking up at him.
âYeah, so?â He replied, confused why it was such a big deal.
âItâs meant to be blue.â You explained, a grin on your face as you relayed the information to him.
âTurquoise⌠blue⌠same thing, innit?â He asked, standing and walking over to you.
âMaybe to you.â You giggled, pointing to the piece of paper where he missed the step. âAfter you add the shrivelfig, you have to stir it until it changes color.â He walked up behind you, placing one hand on your arm as he leaned over your opposite shoulder. He smelled of butterbeer, likely due to the one heâd been nursing the entire time you sat together. You immediately noticed the warmth of his body, how similar it felt to how Fred touched you, but how drastically different it was all the same.
âBlimey, youâre right!â He exclaimed, his voice still soft so he was not yelling in your ear. âWhat would I do without you?â He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face to yours in a makeshift hug. His hand dropped to your back, lingering there as the conversation continued.
âItâs nothing, really.â You smiled, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth for a moment. âSo now you know. You can do it again, but make sure to stir it until itâs blue. By tomorrow, weâll have it bottled and on the shelves just like we planned.â
âOur number one girl, saving the day yet again.â He sighed in relief. âI better get to itââ
Before his thought could finish, the door to the office swung open, cutting him short. Your eyes turned upwards, landing on a slightly drunken version of the boyfriend whoâd abandoned your evening plans. The gloss of his eyes and the goofy smile on his lips led you to believe so, and the redness on the apples of his cheeks only solidified it. Only his cheeky grin didnât last too long when he processed the scene in front of him, how close the two of you were, how heavy Georgeâs hand seemed on your back and how rosy your own cheeks were.
Quickly, his jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he tried to decipher the whole situation. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and his arms raised to cross over his chest. Immediately, you knew what youâd be in for; a long, tiresome argument that changed absolutely nothing. Instead of fighting the silent accusations, defending yourself for no real reason at all, you watched him with the same intensity while you awaited a snide comment.
âSo whatâs all this, then?â Fred asked, his face clearly conveying all of his emotions.
âHelping Georgie make the elixir while you were off getting sloshed at The Leaky Cauldron.â You muttered, noticing George straighten himself up in hopes of avoiding any further damage.
âI was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.â He corrected, defensive over the fact. âSâpose you were hoping Iâd take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?â
âBlimey, Fred. If you took any longer, Iâd imagine youâd have to move in with the lad.â George took your side on the matter. âAt least she wouldnât have to worry about you missing dinner again.â At that, Fredâs eyes cut to you, immediately understanding where the underlying tension was coming from.
âIs that right?â Fredâs voice was no louder than a whisper, all of the pieces clicking together in an instant. âI donât suppose the two of you had dinner? Let him fill in for me while I was gone?â
âNo, we did not.â You snipped, standing as you gathered the ingredients for Georgeâs second attempt at the brew.
âYeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?â At that, your eyes widened and your face turned red. Your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, appalled that he would even think such a thing.
âPiss off, Fred.â You muttered, stepping out from behind the desk as tears stung your eyes. George shot you a sympathetic look as you pushed past his brother and out into the stairwell. You trodded down to the main level, swiping fallen tears away from your cheeks as you rushed out the front entrance of the building.
The cool air of the night was nice, especially after spending so long cramped up in the tiny office space, but it was not as freeing as you might have hoped once you heard footsteps following behind you. Without acknowledging him, you pulled your keys from your pocket, hoping that maybe he forgot his own set and you wouldnât have to deal with his drunken arguments tonight if you got inside before him.
Of course, you knew that was childish and cruel, because despite being upset with him, loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. You unlocked the front door, holding it open with your boot-clad foot as he stumbled his way behind you. As soon as he passed through the doorway, you continued on your journey to ignore him and tossed your keys on the counter.
âHey,â Fred reached out, his warm hand landing on your arm, stopping you from running any further from him.
âWhat?â You snapped, immediately regretting the harshness of your tone. He recoiled at the sound, shocked that you spoke to him in such a way. Usually the two of you saw eye to eye on everything, and in your long standing relationship arguing had never been your thing. Until you left school, you were certain the two of you had never been angry at each other, ever.
âWhat the bloody hell was that about? I leave for a few hours, and the two of you get on like that? Does that happen every time I step out?â You couldnât help but roll your eyes again, wondering why this became such a problem in the few short months youâd been graduated.
âMerlin, Fred. Youâre acting like you caught us in a broom closet.â You tried again to make your way to the bedroom, unwilling to argue a point he knew was blasphemous anyhow. âWe were working, not fucking.â
âYeah, but I bet you wouldâve let him, right?â He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch. âBitching and moaning cause I couldnât be home to take you to dinner⌠if you were so upset, why didnât you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?â You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldnât help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.
âMaybe I would have if you spared me the time of day.â You argued, finding yourself short of breath as you realized just how much he towered over you. âBut, as it seems, youâve been too damn busy to spare me a second glance.â
âChrist, when did you get so needy?â His rebuttal came easy, like heâd been waiting to have this fight for weeks. âWerenât satisfied at home, so you thought my brother could do it for you?â
âAre you daft?â You hissed, feeling his fingers tighten on your hips. You hated that the feeling made you forget about your troubles, urging you to push the argument to the side and settle it in a better, more pleasurable way. âIf thatâs what I wanted, you think Iâd be up here arguing with you?â
âThat depends, sweetheart. Were you planning on getting caught?â He raised an eyebrow, the thud of his heart against his chest letting you know just how worked up he was. There was no way he truly believed you would do that to him, especially after all you had been through together. You wondered if maybe the lack of time spent with each other was getting to him, souring his thoughts because he missed you just as much as you missed him. âWe may be identical, Princess, but he could never give you what I can.â
You hated to admit it, but for some strange reason, jealousy looked really good on him.
âWhat, a headache and a poor mood?â You decided to play his game if he wasnât willing to listen to reason. If he wanted to fight, you could do it too. âIâm sure he could manage. In fact, he could probably do a hell of a lot more.â That seemed to strike a nerve in him, pushing him over the edge in an instant and changing the entire mood hanging heavy in the room. He no longer wanted to talk, but rather prove a point.
He took a step backwards, never easing his hold as he pushed you towards the kitchen table. He didnât stop until your ass hit the edge, a mischievous look in his eye replacing the earlier annoyance. He had you locked in place, no intent to back down as he stared down at you over the bridge of his nose. Then, a small smirk turned the corner of his lips, leading you to believe he was also thinking of a much more simple way to solve your problems.
âMaybe you just need a reminder of who you belong to, yeah?â He asked, his voice quieter than it was before. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes never leaving his as a dull ache between your legs began to pester you.
That would make you feel better, but he had pissed you off enough that you wanted to refuse him the satisfaction.
âMaybe we should get Georgie up here. According to you, heâd be the one to set me straight.â There was a slight venom in your tone letting him know you wouldnât be letting anything go so easily. A low chuckle shook his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look you werenât sure youâd ever seen from him before that night. He shook his head ever so slightly, playing into you as he reached one arm behind you.
Your heart raced as you awaited a response, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far and crossed a boundary you could not double back on. You didnât have to wonder long, because without a second thought, he cleared all of the items littering the table with one swift move of his arm. Papers scattered everywhere, floating through the air and landing all over the floor. Broken products and half finished merchandise for the shop tumbled off the edge, falling less than gracefully onto the tile below. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, daring you to say it again.
âYou think he can fuck you better than I can?â He asked, giving you the opportunity to change your mind.
âRight now? Yeah.â You spat, wondering if heâd ever drop the act and get on with his day. âSeems like all you want to do is get on my nerves.â
âYeah?â He challenged, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. The tip of his nose grazed your own, his normally warm and comforting irises engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. Or perhaps it was anger that gave him the new lookâyou werenât quite sure. âYouâd rather go home with him at night? Wake up next to him every morning? Is that really what you want, princess?â He taunted, knowing very well that your heart was his, even if he found himself caught up in a few moments of doubt.
Still neglecting to give him any gratification, you nodded your head despite the sickening feeling that washed over you at the thought. As if he called your bluff before you ever said it aloud, he laughed at the certainty in your action, which only seemed to anger you further.
âIf thatâs the case, seems like Iâve got my work cut out for me tonight.â He responded, brushing the comment off as if it were nothing. If there was one thing Fred couldnât ever turn down, it was a challenge, and since coming upstairs with you, it was only further proven to him thatâs all this was. âMaybe Iâve gotten too comfortable, sweetheart. After so long, you think youâd know that youâre mine, huh?â Before he continued his tyrant, he used his hands on your hips to lift you onto the table with ease. The ache between your legs had grown stronger, more intense and impossible to ignore. You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties, and the thought of his strong arms lifting you so carelessly only made you spiral further. âMaybe I expect too much of you.â He theorized, recognizing the gleam in your eyes because heâd seen it a thousand times before.
He let his hands trail under the hem of your jumper, settling on the button of your jeans as he undid it with ease. You never let your eyes trail from his face, realizing that no matter how upset you were, it could never take away from how much you loved him. He was beautiful, his fiery red hair and the freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose creating a perfect picture. The softness of his complexion and the gentleness hidden deep in his expression assured you that whatever the two of you were doing was nothing more than an act. He knew you were his just as well as you did, but he knew the only way to settle the (admittedly, misguided) fear was to hear you say it aloud.
You helped him pull the fabric from your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your hips from the table. He discarded the clothing on the floor, paying no mind to it as he returned his hands to your bare legs. His eyes searched your face, carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a pleading expression that only seemed to fuel his too large ego even further.
âNo matter,â he disregarded his earlier rant, his eyes growing heavy as his hand fell between your legs. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric separating him from your core, a shiver running down his spine as he noticed the arousal that had soaked straight through. âI donât mind having to show you. Least Iâll get to have my fun too, yeah?â He applied slight pressure to your aching clit, watching to see your reaction. Your eyebrows knitted together, your lips parting slightly as your hips moved forward into his hand, your body betraying your mind and begging him for something more.
At that, a grin encased his face, happy to see that he hadnât lost his touch, even if your lives were vastly different and ever-changing by the day. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and he took pride in it.
âSee, Princess? Sheâll always tell me the truth.â He taunted, his voice quiet as his eyes trailed down to his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing he had you in a stalemate. âTell me again, who do you think knows how to make you feel good? Who does it best?â He was on a power trip, unwilling to slow down until he heard you admit it. Still, you stood your ground, pressing your lips tightly together so not a single sound could pass through. His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.
He removed his finger from you, tracing the hem of your panties as he hooked his finger through the side of the fabric resting on your hip. He awaited an answer, giving you the opportunity to change your mind. When you kept your stoicism, he gave one, hard tug on the lacy fabric until it snapped in two. He used his other hand to do it to the opposite side, giving himself easy access to you without hearing a complaint on your end.
âSo you donât care whoâs between your legs?â He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. âDoesnât matter who, as long as thereâs a cock in you? As long as someoneâs taking care of your pretty pussy?â Your cheeks flushed, your chest burning as the filthy words washed over you. âDoesnât matter, sweetheart. When Iâm done with you, Iâll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you wonât be able to forget who you belong to.â
His hand connected with your bare cunt, his fingers trailing through your arousal and settling over your clit as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled at the contact, finally feeling some relief from the nagging sensation that had been taking over.
âFuck. Fred.â You whispered, giving yourself away immediately. He let out a low hum, pleased with the sound and knowing he was the reason for it. He had you where he wanted you, and now he just had to keep up the pace. You could feel his hardening length against your leg, distracting you completely from the pent up anger and frustration.
âThatâs it.â He encouraged, his middle finger sinking inside of you as he let his thumb take over on your clit. âThatâs my girl.â He made sure to accentuate the claim, never once letting you forget it. âAll you needed was a little help remembering.â Slowly, he pumped his finger into you, keeping time with his thumb as he began to work you towards a climax. âYou want to say it for me? Tell me what I already know?â Instead of responding, you let out a whine, your hips bucking forward into his hand. Although it wasnât what he was looking for, it was just enough for him to keep going.
He curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, begging for a reaction as your hand wrapped around his bicep for support. You felt the tense of his muscles as he worked at you, only pushing you closer to insanity. You were his, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly, and you would be crazy to ever want anyone else.
âStubborn little thing tonight.â He remarked, his eyes focused on the point in which his hand met with you, never breaking his stare as he watched his fingers disappear into you. âWhatâs gotten into you?â
âNeed more, Freddie.â You replied, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pleasure pulsing under your skin. It had been a long time since you felt him this way, and your impatience was quite clear.
âMy little whore needs more?â He teased, applying a little more pressure with his thumb. A gasp fell from your lips, sending your upper half leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. âAsking a lot from someone you arenât being very good for.â He chastised you for your behavior despite being the one that caused the problem in the first place.
âMâsorry, my love. S-so sorry.â You rushed out, his fingers brushing against the sweet spot inside you only he knew how to find.
âThatâs not what I want to hear sweetheart, and you know it.â His tone was firm, unrelenting as he continued his torment. You let out a groan of frustration, wishing heâd quicken the pace and give you what you wanted, even though you refused to give in to him.
He leaned forward, closing the gap between your mouths as he grew tired of waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He tasted like the whiskey that had been fuelling his poor mood, sweet and bitter all at once as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess, hated how easy it was for him to make you forget you were angry at all. You pulled him closer to you, holding his arm tightly so he would not pull away. You were stubborn, but despite that, you were showing him everything he wanted to see through your actions alone.
You broke from the kiss as a particularly intense wave of euphoria pulled your stomach. Your forehead continued to rest on his, holding you upright as he continued to give you just enough to keep you satisfied.
âSay it, princess.â His voice was low, raspy and laced with desire as he watched you turn into a mess below him. âTell me youâre all mine. Tell me Iâm the only one who can make you feel like this.â Instead, you connected your mouths again, letting a desperate moan out at the same time. He drank in the sound, his cock throbbing as his hips jutted forward into nothing. He was almost more desperate than you were, which only allowed for you to take him less seriously.
âG-gonna have to try harder than that.â You found a peculiar pleasure in leaving him on edge, giving him a taste of his own medicine as he continued to torture both of you at once. âShow me why I should say it, Freddie. Seems like youâre all t-talk.â You stuttered, tripping over your words as you tried to keep your composure.
He withdrew his hand from you, making you cry out in frustration from the loss of pleasure. Your eyes met his, desperation written all over your face as you protested his actions. Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didnât spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.
You laid back on the table, your hands sinking downwards and tangling in the soft locks of hair. Although you were denying him of the statement he wanted to hear, you could not deny that your last argument was wholly untrue. Fred was determined to prove a point, and he was doing it well.
You werenât far off from an orgasm, his tongue making quick work at pushing you to the edge. The sounds falling from your lips were telling of your current state, and as delirium began to set in, your defenses began to break down.
He suctioned his lips around your clit, adding his fingers to the mix and returning to his earlier pace to torture you further. Every nerve in your body was ablaze with desire, need seeping from every pore as you realized just how badly you needed the release. Sick of the game, you finally broke in fear he would leave you hanging yet again.
âOh, god.â You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. âIâm yours, Fred, fuck!â You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. âOnly you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.â You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.
Pleased with your confessions, he curled his fingers against your g-spot one last time, generously giving you the very thing youâd been pleading for. In a mess, your entire body tensed as the pleasure took hold. The orgasm washed over you, leaving your heart racing against your chest and your head swirling with filthy thoughts for the boy between your legs. A hum of approval let you know he was more than happy with your performance, and he kept his pace until he felt you relax against the table below you.
Once he knew heâd gotten the most out of you, he rose to his feet, towering over you as you laid below him. In the dim moonlight, you could see your orgasm glistening on his chin, only furthering his cockiness as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip so he did not waste a drop of it.
âAlways taste so sweet, princess.â He whispered, using one hand to free himself from his pants and his boxers. âAnd itâs all for me.â He continued, slipping his shirt from his head. He used it to wipe his face clean before tossing it on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. With shaky hands, you lifted your upper half from the table and pulled your own jumper over your head. âIsnât that right?â He stepped toward, settling between your legs as his hands ghosted over your bare thighs.
You let out a whimper, his grip landing on your already sore hips as his eyes raked over your entire frame. Your gaze flickered to his cock, hard and aching for relief as he continued to tease you. His fingers tickled your stomach as he trailed his touch upwards, his palm landing flat against your breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He let the pad of his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you.
âAnswer me, sweetheart.â He wasnât playing anymore; he wanted to hear the words, and he was done with your obstinacy. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
âYes,â you huffed, already forgetting the pleasure from your first climax as a whole new wave of need began to take over. âIâm yours, Fred. All yours.â You reiterated your earlier statement, now willing to do whatever he wanted of you to prove the point.
âTell me how bad you want it.â He shot you a twisted little smile, almost as if he was getting off just from the thought of you begging for him.
âI need it, baby. Need to feel you, please.â You whined, reaching for his arms and pulling him closer. âWant you so bad, Fred. Been waiting all night for it.â You felt the tip of his cock connect with your cunt, his expression faltering as soon as he felt the wetness.
âGod, you make it so hard to be upset with you.â He hissed the words through his teeth, using his hand to guide himself through your folds as he sucked in a sharp breath. He settled himself just over your already sensitive clit, pushing his hips forward ever so slightly to apply pressure to the spot. âSound so pretty when youâre begging to be fucked.â
Slowly, he let his tip run back through your arousal, settling the head just at your entrance. He pushed himself forward, but just barely. You whimpered as you braced yourself for the feeling, only to be let down when he stopped himself from going any further.
âFred,â you warned, catching his eye so he could see your desperate face. You hoped that if he did, he would stop being such a tease. âPlease fuck me.â
âWhat was that?â He smirked, turning his head slightly so his ear was closer to you. âDidnât quite catch it.â
âFred, stopââ you cut yourself off, letting out a huff of annoyance. You knew chastising him for his actions would only make him less likely to give in, even if it was incredibly hard to hold it back. âI need you to fuck me.â You repeated, clearer and louder in hopes of swaying his decision. âCanât wait any longer, baby. Please.â
At that, he pushed forward the rest of the way, sending your entire body raising with goosebumps. The stretch as he filled you was exactly what you craved, and as he reached the hilt, his tip brushed against your g-spot so delicately that it almost made you come undone right then and there. Your eyelids grew heavy with satisfaction, focusing on how full you felt with him inside of you, knowing that he for certain would always be the one for you.
âThat good enough for you, Princess? This is what you wanted?â He asked, letting himself rest inside you for a moment. He felt your walls flutter around him, pulling him even further and making it harder for him to resist you.
âMhm,â you hummed, giving him a tired nod of agreement. You could feel him throbbing inside of, desperate for a release just like you had been moments before, but he was still trying to prove his point.
âNobody else gets to have you like this, sweetheart. Youâre mine.â He whispered, now sober from the alcohol but intoxicated by an even stronger, deadlier force; you. âHe couldnât fuck you like this, and you know it.â As he spoke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them forward into you again. The action stole the breath from your lungs, twisting your stomach with pleasure as your nails scratched over his skin.
He began at a pace, slower than normal but the force behind his movements making your head spin. You moaned quietly, lost within the feeling of being so close to him. He never failed to take your breath away, never failed to amaze you with his every move. You were so in love with him it sometimes felt like there was no room within your heart for anyone or anything else.
âTell me, Y/N.â He ordered, his stare never wavering as he fucked into you. As much as he wanted to succumb to the sensation of you wrapped around him, he found it hard to push the thoughts of your earlier arguments out of his head. âYou think heâd fuck you like this? You think he could make you feel this good?â
âNo, Freddie.â You gasped, feeling the strength of his thrusts increase, sending the legs of the table wobbling. His fingers tightened on your hips, likely leaving behind angry red marks that would fade into reminders of him for days to come.
âThatâs it, Princess.â He panted, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the pull of pleasure. âDonât you think, not even for a second, that anyone can give you half of what I can.â You both knew this to be fact; nobody in the entire world could ever compare to him. âAnd why do you think that is?â
ââC-cause Iâm yours,â you managed to stutter out the response, watching him as the statement washed over. He brought his hand to your thigh, your legs wrapped tightly around you as he pulled you back on him with every thrust. His head fell back on his shoulders, the dim light of the room casting a beautiful hue over his already breathtaking features.
âThatâs right,â he grunted, slamming his hips forward again. There was a thin layer of sweat sheen on his chest, the toned muscles of his abdomen flexing every time he moved. The exposed columns of his neck made your mouth water, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed back his own groans of pleasure. âWas that why you were mouthing off? You just needed someone to take care of you? Just needed me to fuck you?â
âGod, yes.â You moaned, feeling the pressure in your belly begin to reach a peak.
âYou gonna cum for me, sweetheart? All over my cock?â He smiled, looking down at you so he could appreciate the view. âCome on now, making a fucking mess of it.â
âFuck,â you whimpered, his words hitting you hard and causing the tightening knot in your belly to tense even further.
âThatâs my pretty girl. Just like that.â He continued to encourage you, studying your expression as pleasure began to twist it.
It didnât take much more for you to descend into another orgasm, your entire body quivering as you cried out for him, singing his name like a hymn and he was the god in which you prayed to. Your throat was raw, raspy from the constant string of moans passing your lips. You were tired, almost too fucked out to continue on, but he was having none of it. He didnât slow his pace as you came down from the high, instead speeding up and ensuring that he pulled your entire body down on him as he fucked into you.
âFreddie, please.â You breathed, feeling the threat of overstimulation begin to creep in. He would have had sympathy had he known you couldnât take it, but he was confident in your ability to keep up with him.
âWhatâs wrong, Princess? Wanted it so bad and now you canât handle it?â He asked, his eyes glazed over with lust as he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. You frowned at his words, now on a quest to prove your own point as you tried to ignore the stinging beginning to set in.
âI can t-take it.â You huffed, a shiver running down your spine as he reached upwards and palmed your breast. He gave the supple flesh a gentle squeeze, his eyes closing in bliss as he let himself slip out of the persona he had created.
âBeing so good for meâjust a bit longer now.â He whispered, his voice far away as his eyes settled over your face once more. âBloody hell, Y/N.â he groaned, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed together. âYouâre the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen.â
He slipped his hand between your legs, his thumb landing atop your clit. He traced slow circles, knowing you were a bit further behind him and unwilling to climax without giving you at least one more. He could see how tired you were, but it did not deter him from his commitment to pleasing you.
âI love you, Fred.â You whispered, softened entirely by the sweet look in his eyes. All of his previous anger fled, leaving him just as the boy youâd fallen so hopelessly for.
âI love you, sweetheart.â He hummed, his hips stuttering and his stature faltering. âGive me one more, yeah? I know you can do it.â And he was right, your entire body was ablaze with another orgasm much more powerful than the last two.
âTogether?â You gasped, reaching up and settling your palm on his cheek.
âYeah? You want to cum with me?â He encouraged your train of thought. âWant me to fill that pretty cunt? Really show you who you belong to?â
âFuck yes, please.â You cried, your fingertips tangling in the locks of hair hanging over his ears. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in and effortlessly finishing what you had started.
You felt his hips stall, a low growl leaving his lips as he pulled you down on him one last time. He managed to whisper your name as he spilled his release into you, the feeling of him filling you completely sending you spiraling on your own accord. You let out a defeated sigh, the tail end of it turning into a whine as your body went rigid. Your nails scratched at the skin of his arm, your hand on him the only thing keeping you tied to earth instead of floating up and through the clouds.
The both of you rode the high together, euphoria infiltrating every nerve in both of your bodies as he leaned down towards you. Ever so gently, he laid his head on your chest, which was still heaving as you tried to catch up from the lack of oxygen. He placed a plethora of small kisses against the warm skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he appreciated the comfort that came with your company.
Silence hung heavy between you for a few moments, neither of you sure where to go from there. You were still strung out on bliss, barely remembering what got the two of you in the position until he spoke again.
âMâsorry, sweetheart.â His voice barely broke through the room, so timid and shy that you almost missed it completely. âI know youâd never do that. Just got in my head, I sâpose.â
âI⌠I get it.â You sighed, twisting a lock of his hair. âIf I walked in on that, after us being so.. you know. Iâd likely feel it too.â You confessed. âI was upset that we had to cancel dinner. I am upset, but not at you.â You tried your best to explain yourself despite exhaustion eating away at your mind. âIâm just upset because I miss you. Youâre so busy now, and Iâm happy for you, really, but I miss you too.â
âYou think I was bloody happy about it?â Fred chuckled, the tip of his fingers tracing shapes into your skin. âIâd much rather be here, with you.â At that, you relaxed completely, understanding that you had gotten too far into your own head. âItâs my favorite place to be. Always has been.â
âMine too, Fred.â You hummed, smiling softly at the thought.
âI reckon I was a bit jealous, âspecially at the thought of you and George spending so much time with each other. Would rather it be me, you know, sitting at the shop and laughing with you all night⌠taking you out for dinner⌠loving you.â Another gentle kiss was placed to your chest, just before he looked up to meet your eyes. The soft, warm, familiar sight made you feel at ease. He was back to being your Fred, the one you missed all along.
âDarling, you have nothing to be jealous about.â You promised, smiling as he placed a quick peck on your lips. âThough, if it means we get to have brilliant sex like that, by all means do what you have to do.â You explained. âBloody brilliant, at that.â Without any further words, the two of you descended into a fit of laughter and the clouds that previously hung above your head seemingly cleared in an instant, easily proving to him there was really never a need to worry at all.
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Thin Ice
Theodore Nott x Reader
Summary: Your friends drag you to a hockey game, but halfway through you lock eyes with Theo. You canât help but feel a strong pull toward him. Deciding to shoot your shot with the player.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Hockey AU, flirting, tons of tension, explicit language, hockey!theo, dom!theo
A/N: Starting this series for my babe @amiableness I hope you enjoy it because this is just the start! Also BIG shoutout to my girl @westcanaan82 for the hockey!theo render. Definitely go Check out her page because she makes me DROOOOL
The arena was packed, and the noise was overwhelming as you sat in your seat, begrudgingly dragged there by your friends. You were scrolling through your phone, totally uninterested in the game unfolding before you.
But then⌠it seemed out of nowhere. A tall and muscular figure on the ice caught your attention. Fuck heâs hot. It was player number 13, Theo, whose piercing eyes were fixed on you through his helmet.
You felt a smirk growing on your lips before he nodded his head up at you and skated along the ice. Shuffling a puck with his hockey stick with ease. The game going on. Fuck maybe this game isnât too boring. You held your phone in your hand but your gaze settled on him on the ice. Suddenly gaining an interest in this sport.
After he shot a puck into the goal he pumped his fist in the air but you swore he looked over at you. Throwing you a flirty wink. And trust me, he fucking did. At this point, Theodore was trying to show off for you. Hoping he would get your attention. Craving your attention.
The game ended, and his team had won the match. But after all the eyefucking you two did you wanted to stay back in hopes to see that same player. âIâll catch up with you guys later!â Your friends gave you a knowing look while they walked out. You slowly moved around the now quiet arena.
A few minutes later, you started to feel defeated, thinking he mustâve left but thatâs when you heard a low and deep Italian accent. âI noticed you in the crowdâŚSeemed to be pretty glued to that phone of yours.â
Bright cherry red painted across your cheeks as you turned around. Quickly tucking your phone away in your purse, you gave the hockey player a small sheepish smile. âUhâŚYeah, sorryâŚItâs just not really my thing I guess.â
But when your gaze settled upon the player, he wasnât in the same gear from on the ice. Oh no. he was now in a tight under-armor top, showing off his muscular and toned torso along with a pair of black sweatpants. Freshly out of the shower, his brown locks clung to his forehead. The smell of his body wash was rich and intoxicating as it wafted all around you. Fuck me.
âNot your thing, huh? What is your thing then?â
Theo asked, his taunting tone hinting with flirtatiousness. Feeling the way your heart skipped from his words. His deep voice. Fucking hell. You hesitated for a moment, your fingers anxiously playing with the rings you wore. âI donât knowâŚReadingâŚMovies.â
Replying to the Italian, he ran a hand through his wavy hair, slicking it back and giving you a charming smile. âA reader. InterestingâŚ.â Theodore said in the same teasing tone before sticking out his hand and you matched him, giving your own and shaking it. The second your hands met, a spark pulsated through your body.
âNott. Theodore Nott. But you can call me Theo, Cara.â
The charming accent rolled off his tongue smoothly as you both exchanged names. You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to one leg. Bringing your confidence out. Something you always had. âAnywaysâŚWhatâs interesting about me reading?â You asked, giving him a bratty little grin.
Theo cocked an eyebrow, scoffing under his breath as he took a step before you. Eyeing you up and down fully. âAh, Iâm not sure. Just interestingâŚWhat do you like to read?â He questioned as he casually leaned closer toward you.
You tried to focus but his voice, his words were so smooth it sent little shivers down your spine. "Umm⌠mostly romanceâ Stuff like that." You mentally chastised yourself for sounding so fucking cliche. He seemed very interested in youâŚMaybe even so much so that you could get some hockey player action.
Theo gave you a lazy smile and your heart fluttered, feeling the tension building between you both. "Romance, huh? Thatâs fitting." You raised an eyebrow, confused. What the fuck was he on about? âWhat do you mean?â
He shrugged, leaning even closer towards you. âYou look like the romantic typeâŚ.SoftâŚsweetâ Yâknow?.â Your cheeks burned again. Was he flirting with you? This couldnât possibly be real. This was something out of the novels youâd read.
âOhâ Thanks I guess?â A sea of giggles freed from your lush lips. The same ones Theoâs eyes were burning into now. He stalked toward you as you walked back until you were pinned against the white brick wall of the ice rink.
He carefully took a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger while his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. âCan I get the pretty girl's number, hm?â He asked, remaining not only charming but⌠cocky. Drawing you to him even more.
It seemed that your confidence exuded his own to creep out. But fuck did you like it. A confident man like this? Damn. âHuhâŚIâm not sure. Can you?â Teasing him right back you subtly bit your lower lip to fight back the giggles that wanted to escape from within.
âFuckinâ tease. Isnât that right?â
Theodore now pinned both of his hands above your head, practically towering over your tiny frame. âPerhaps just a little bitâŚâ Breathing out your words, your gaze danced along with his ocean eyes. Feeling your heart thump hard against your chest.
âI like a teaseâŚA challengeâŚâ His tone now held something of mischief, giving him a different vibe. And fuck, your whole body was fucking feeling it. âYeah?â You asked, bringing out more of your sultry tone, keeping your lips slightly parted as you glanced down to his own.
That was it. Theo was going to come in hot. Make his move. Smash his lips to yours. But just as he was millimeters away from ravishing you a loud shout was heard. ââNott! Back in the locker room!â His fucking coach. What a cock block. Theo rolled his eyes and cursed in Italian under his breath.
âWe arenât finished hereâŚâ He replied to you lowly, throwing up his pointer finger to his coach. He reached into his pocket. Pulling out a pen and taking your arm. Feeling the tickle of his scribbling, He wrote something on it as you sat there dumbfounded.
Once he was done, you scanned over your forearm. In sloppy handwriting was written his number followed by âText me, Tesoro ;)â giggling at his little winky face as you nodded your head.
With that, he walked off with his coach to the locker room. That night you got home thinking of everything and anything that could have happened if his damn trainer didnât interrupt you two. Thatâs when you decided to send him a flirty yet risky textâŚ
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1 boyfriend, 3 perverts - Remus Lupin (poly!marauders)
Summary: Your bf loves giving you head... especially when he's high, and doesn't mind having friends around. 2.5k wc - read pt. 2 here Wrote this instead of studying for my exams that start tmr...
The wooden floor was cold under your feet, blanketed by the chilly air that filled the dorms at this time of the year. You tip toed over to where you left your slippers by the mirror, clenching your jaw as you opened the door to your dorm, careful not to wake your peacefully slumbering roommates. Once outside, you let out a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding, making your way down the stairs leading to the common room.
Luckily, most of the Gryffindors were already in their dorms, tired after a long few days of exams, so no one could see you, nearly half naked, warily creeping up the boys' dormitory staircase. The hallway is dark, but you can hear the muffled noises behind doors of dorm-mates joking around, or arguing. You stop in front of the right door, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before taking it out again, shaking your head to make your hair fall back into its natural state. Peeking down at your outfit, you nod in reassurance. Wearing small sleep shorts that barely covered your ass and a low cut tank top that didn't make an effort in hiding your perky nipples, you were sure that Remus would pounce on you the second he saw you.
Knocking on the door twice, you look around the hallway to make sure no one catches you in the wrong place. The dorm is eerily quiet when Peter opens the door to the dorm, and he looks visibly relieved when he sees it's you, his shoulders dropping in ease. "It's only y/n, lads." He states, stepping to the side to let you in, and a ruckus of noise fills the room once more as you walk inside, the other three boys clearly just as relieved as he was. They're all sat at the big window nook, window open behind them, cigarette wrappers littering the seats around them, clearly in the middle of a smoke sess. "Sweetheart!" Exclaims Remus from where he is sat, as you approach him, wrapping both arms over his shoulders in a loose hug.
Remus passes the cigarette he holds over to Sirius, letting both arms wrap around you, landing on the back of your bare thighs, just under your ass. He tugs you slightly closer to him, tilting his head up for you to bend down, pressing your lips down to his in a kiss. Remus kisses you hungrily, his hands trailing upwards to press your torso as close to him as he can, opening his mouth slightly so his tongue meets yours as you kiss, making you gasp in shock. You put a hand on his chest, pushing him away from you, eyes wide in surprise at his desperation. His lips tasted of weed and lemon drops, an explanation to his excitement.
"Remmy." You say lovingly, dropping your head down to press kisses onto his naked neck. Remus pushes your hips back slightly, and he spins you around in his arms, shoving you down so you're sat on his laps, and you finally acknowledge the two other boys, engrossed in conversation as though they hadn't even noticed your affectionate exchange. "Hey boys." You greet, accepting the cigarette Sirius hands you when they turn their attention to you. Taking a drag of the cigarette, you move your head to the side, allowing Remus to push your hair back, littering sloppy kisses onto your soft skin, making a trail of saliva down to your tank top's neckline, which barely covers the top of your tits, as Sirius begins to catch you up on their story.
One of Remus' hands comes up to cup one of your breasts, toying with it in his hand, and you briefly wonder just how long they've been smoking for. You jerk away from your boyfriend when his teeth graze the side of your neck teasingly. His grip around your waist tightens, and he pushes you down on his laps back into place, pressing your cunt down on his growing erection. Remus only separates himself from your neck to take a drag of the cigarette hanging between your index and middle finger before he gets back to business, ignoring the boys who begin teasing him.
Eventually, when Sirius drowsily says "Rem here can't go 10 minutes without bringing up how he needs to have you close to him, so I'm not surprised that he's all over you." Remus, still unbothered and worshiping your body, retorts with "Well I'm allowed to miss my girlfriend. At least I'm not the bloke who jerks off to photos of his best mate's girl." The room goes completely silent, with the exception of squelching noises Remus' wet kisses make on your skin. Your jaw goes slack, and you observe the looks on your boyfriend's three best friends' faces, noticing their gaping mouths and rosy cheeks. You almost don't believe your boyfriend, but the looks on his mates' faces say otherwise.
Your hand trails up to grip your boyfriend's short hair, trying to gently tug him away from you for a moment, as you rotate on his laps to face him as best you can. He obliges, looking up at your awaiting gaze with red eyes, a clear sign of how high he is. "Remus, what?" A sleeve covered hand comes up to wipe the saliva off his swollen pink lips. "You didn't know? These three perverts have had a massive crush on you since we got together. Always look extra close when we kiss, or when I touch your body the way no guy should in front of his best mates. To be fair, I only do it because I noticed the photo of you on your knees for me disappeared. Was my favourite photo of you too." His hand comes up to stroke your cheek as he says that last sentence, bringing your face closer to his to kiss you again.
You moan into the kiss, hands coming up to grip his jumper, completely unaware of the growing tents in the other boys' trousers, or the guilty looks on their faces, unaware that they had been caught by the big bad wolf. A string of saliva connects your lips when you pull away from the kiss, and Remus adds "But they're my best mates, I don't mind sharing with them a little." And with that, Remus' hands snake under your thighs, lifting you up gently, and placing you on the spot next to him on the big window nook. "Lay back down for me." You obey his words, still very much confused, head conveniently landing on Peter's laps, acting as a pillow for you. Remus climbs over you to continue placing kisses from where he left off, hands gripping the bottom of your shirt to effortlessly pull it over your head, your bare tits exposed to the group of boys.
You arch your back, the cool summer air sticking to the coats of saliva on your torso, and you take the time to look at the two boys observing you. Both Sirius and James have a hand over the tent in their trousers, palming their growing erections at the sight of you being pleasured by their best mate. At the tap on your hips, your gaze trails back down to your boyfriend, whose fingers grip your revealing sleeping shorts. You lift your hips up, eyes trailing back up to the boy looking down at you, and you smile up at him.
Remus, completely undisturbed by the attention you're paying his friends, pulls your panties off, throwing them in James' general direction as he spreads your knees open, lowering himself onto your cunt. He inhales deeply, his enhanced senses nearly causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure, before he finally buries himself into your cunt, disrupting the moment you shared with Peter, a loud moan cutting off whatever he was telling you. A hand immediately comes to grip Remus' chestnut hair, and your legs fall open even more, letting him suck at your clit and nip the areas around your thighs, surely leaving hickeys on your skin.
Remus's nose nudges at your clit, his tongue poking in and out of your hole, before he switches his attention, sucking aggressively on your sensitive nub, and dragging a finger up your slit, teasing your entrance with it. You gasp in pleasure, shutting your eyes close and bucking your hips up into your boyfriend's face. However, you don't have time to enjoy the feeling before it's taken away from you. "No!" You yell, shooting upwards and barely missing Peter's face when Remus completely removes contact with your pussy, only a hand on your thigh acting as any form of contact between your bodies. "Pete," Remus starts, causing the blonde boy's head to snap towards your boyfriend, an expression of absolute fear on his face.
"Don't let her close her eyes." He finishes, before plunging right back into your pussy, making your thighs squeeze around his head in pleasure. Peter puts his hands on your shoulders, helping you lay back down again, and you pant, looking off to the side to distract yourself from closing your eyes in pleasure. James has your panties wrapped around his hand, palming his dick over his sweatpants, and Sirius sits next to him, joggers unashamedly pulled down just enough for his dick to spring out, jerking himself off in long strokes. You gasp, back arching when Remus plunges two fingers inside your cunt, thrusting them into you quickly while his mouth works on stimulating your clit.
"Oh Rem!" You moan, digging your head back into Peter's laps, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. "Y/n... Y/n?" Peter mutters, unsure of what to do. "Y/n open your eyes." He tries again, to no avail. Remus lifts his head up, fingers still thrusting into you, and reaches up with his free hand to pinch your nipple, twisting it harshly. "Fuck!" You yelp, eyes snapping back open to make eye contact with your boyfriend. "When Pete tells you to open your eyes, you listen!" He instructs, slowing his hand's movements, waiting for a response. "Okay, fuck! Please Remus!" You beg, grinding your hips on his hand desperately, tears building up in your eyes. "Now what do you say you Pete?" He asks, his hand speeding up again. "'M sorry Pete." You sniffle, looking up at him. "Good girl." Says Remus, grinning when he feels your pussy clench at the praise.
"It's okay, y/n" Replies Pete, eyes going wide when you chase for his hand, pulling it on your body, and moving his fingers to grip your tit. "Shit!" He curses, looking at your possessive boyfriend. "Remus, is this- is this okay?" He asks fearfully, sighing when your boyfriend glances up, nodding. "Whatever my girl wants to do, she can do." Remus mutters against your pussy, focusing on your pleasure once more. A groan pulls your attention away from Pete, who begins massaging your tit, pinching your nipple slightly, and your cunt clenches in pleasure again. Your gaze lands on James, who is roughly palming himself, too shy to properly take care of himself like Sirius next to him. "Oh God" You moan, eyes fixated on his frustrated face, eyebrows furrowed and tears forming in his eyes. "Jamie." His head immediately snaps to you. "Come closer." And the boy obeys, dragging a chair right next to you.
You wipe a stray tear falling down his cheek, and reach out to the top of his sweatpants, pathetically trying to pull them down, hips bucking up at the sudden overstimulation on your clit. James helps you, pulling them down just enough for his cock to be exposed to you, angrily slapping his bare torso. The tip of his cock is red and leaking pre-cum, and you immediately start rubbing it, moaning the second James cries out in pleasure, thighs squeezing around your boyfriend's head, working hard to make you cum. You spread James' pre-cum down his dick and to the base of his cock, squeezing him near his balls before starting to stroke his length. His hips buck up into your hand, and you're suddenly reminded of the hand massaging your tit, looking up at Peter, who is completely engrossed in your body. Your eyebrows furrow and you feel the knot in your belly tightening, but something is missing.
You suddenly feel frustrated at the neglect of your second tit, and look for Sirius's eyes in the room, already locked on you. You look back down at your tits, hoping Sirius gets the message, and it seems he does, scurrying over to you, and kneeling on the floor next to the window nook, hand still glued to his cock. Boldly, his free hand reaches up to your tit, and he leans forward to wrap his lips around your perk nipple. You cry out as he begins sucking on it, your fist around James' cock tightening unawarely, causing him to gasp. Remus adds a third finger to your cunt, still sucking on your clit and you're done for, crying out his name loudly as you cum around his fingers and mouth, orgasm nearly causing you to black out. You're aware of the other two boys crying out too, closely followed by Remus, whose vibrations go up your pussy, making you gasp, letting go of James' cock to grip Remus' hair tightly, pulling his face closer to your cunt.
Remus' fingers slow down on your cunt, and he eventually pulls them out, tongue lapping at your pussy to clean you up, while you beg him to stop. "Fuck, baby-Rem can't!" James and Sirius shoot each other incredulous looks, panting to catch their breaths: they weren't expecting the night to come to this. When Remus finally pulls away from you, he leans over you, arms wrapping around your back to help you sit up, and you ogle at him, and the wet patch in his trousers, giggling slightly. "So we all finished except poor Peter?" You guess, looking back at the boy who sheepishly nods, cheeks tinted red. "Well-" You begin to suggest, only to be interrupted by your boyfriend. "No, I'm absolutely not done with you yet. You can take care of Peter when we're done, if he doesn't get to it first." He states, arms wrapping around your waist and effortlessly picking you.
You can hear Sirius cackle, and Peter groan whilst Remus walks the short steps to his four poster bed, dropping you on his mattress before pulling the curtains closed, and throwing his jumper off, leaving his torso in all its naked glory. "Muffliato or no?" He asks you, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips. Just as you begin to say the answer, you hear three yells of "No!" coming from outside the curtains.
"Pervs!" Your boyfriend yells out, though he obeys with a grin, shimmying out of his trousers.
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draco malfoy x reader (female)
the one where Blaise notices the Malfoy signet ring on your finger.
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The air smells like a combination of Draco and yourself, but mostly Draco - notes of citrus overlaid with the scent of tea and smoky wood. His sheets are cool against the surface of your skin, a sensation which lends a sharp contrast to the warmth of his bare chest against your cheek. You can feel one of his hands tracing patterns onto the skin of your back, as he other hand fiddles absently with your fingers which you have splayed out across his chest, a lazy post-coital haze surrounding you both.
âWho knew the Draco Malfoy would be one for cuddling,â you say teasingly your fingers tugging lightly on the long slender digits which are still tangled with yours. This isnât the first time youâve been here, your naked form flush against Dracoâs in the same bed in which he had you legs hooked over his shoulder, his name a litany on your lips just mere moments ago.
âIâm not,â he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, as he manages to squeeze your fingers in his, a subtle battle for dominance among you both.
âAlright then,â you say both suddenly and with a calculated carelessness as you push your hands, fingers still tangled in his against his chest as you make a move to sit up. The covers slip easily down your skin with no clothes to act as friction. It exposes you, your nipples hardening upon contact with the cool air. Youâe barely managed to get up when you feel the arm wrapped around you shift, fingers pressing more firmly into your hip to pull you back down.
âWhere do you think youâre going,â Draco questions. He keeps his tone indifferent but the arm which has tightened around your body tells a different story.
âIâm sure Theo likes to cuddle,â you express matter of factly, keeping your expression innocent and it earns you an icy gaze from the blonde, cool grey boring in you. Draco observes you for almost a full minute before speaking.
âIâm sure he does not,â is what he finally says as a retort, his tone more disgruntled this time.
You open your mouth to disagree only to feel your back pressed flat into the mattress, Dracoâs body now covering yours, his movements swift. You see the glint in his eyes as he lowers his head towards yours.
âDraco,â you breathe his name out. He doesnât respond but presses his lips to yours. His hands find yours, fingers tangling together, pinning your hands above your head. You kiss him back, teeth nipping his lip lightly which earns your a low growl from the back of his throat. You can feel Draco hardening, his length pressed against your stomach. Your almost miss it with the competing sensations overtaking your body - lips, hands, skin, but your brain manages to register the feeling of Draco slipping cool metal from the signet ring on his last finger onto your index.
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âWell, well, well - look who decided to join us,â Blaise calls out too cheerily, taking in the sight of you and Draco walking into the small sitting room in what had come to be Dracoâs side of the Malfoy manor.
âIt is surprising that Iâm joining you in the sitting room of the Malfoy manor,â comes Dracoâs reply which earns a good natured chortle from Theo and an eye roll from Pansy.
âWell, you canât blame us for thinking that you two would be,â Blaise pauses for dramatic effect, ââŚotherwise occupied.â His unsaid words clear.
As with the rest, you and Draco had been childhood friends. However, years of tension that neither of you had acted upon had only cumulated more recently, and with Pansyâs blessing, into this, whatever it was. You both hadnât yet spoken about it, the touching, sleepovers, sex, and there had been no outward proclamations to the world at large that either of you was anything other than single, and yet - it was no secret among anyone who knew either of you that you were both very unavailable.
âYou mean book club?â You managed to keep a straight face as you question Blaise too innocently. It earns you a smirk from Draco and an amused chuckle from Pansy, your joke clear as you stop by the table facing the floor to ceiling windows which they are sitting by.
You reach across the table for a handful of blueberries from a bowl beside Theoâs elbow when you feel Blaise grab your wrist lightly, his fingers curling around, as he holds your wrist up in triumph, brandishing it around. You place your free hand flat down on the surface of the table, stabilising yourself as you lean forward into Blaiseâs pull.
âI didnât know book club members were all given the Malfoy signet ring,â he grins wildly at the discovery. The groupâs gaze flickers to Dracoâs hand, noticing the lack of the ring, usually a mainstay, on his the last finger of his left hand.
âIf I join book club could I get one too?â Theo quips cheekily as you feel your cheeks start to heat both at your current plight as well as with recollection of what had been a subtle act of possessive on Dracoâs part earlier.
âZabini,â Draco says, tone still even as he reaches over, his hand curling around your forearm, tugging you out of Blaiseâs grip, while ignoring Theo, âif sheâs wearing the Malfoy signet ring donât you think you should think twice before manhandling her?â
âIs she yours Draco,â Pansy adds to the chaos, an equally wide smirk on her face as Blaise lets your wrist slip out from his hold with ease while throwing you a wink.
âIf you thought otherwise then you lot must be more dim than I thought ,â is all Draco says as he sits down. He lets you drop onto the chair beside him before reaching over to pull the piece of furniture and you closer to his side, the drag of it on the floor audible.
It earns him a whoop from Blaise, two hands thrown up in the air from Theo as he yells âfinallyâ, and a laugh from Pansy who blows a kiss at you.
Draco slides his arm across the back of the chair, before looking at you brows lifted slightly, but his question is clear, youâve never spoke about this and Draco wants to know - are you okay with this?
âI am,â you say as you lean forward to press your lips briefly against his. It only causes a louder ruckus at the table.
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Flutterby Baby | D.M.
feat. Draco Malfoy x fem!reader
SUMMARY: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.
CW: MDNI 18+, smut, dracoâs pov, established relationship, possessive!draco, bullying, hurt/comfort, men suck, sort of rough fingering & piv, affectionate degradation if you squint (he refers to her as a plant), blood/fighting
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Draco watched as you pushed your pasta around your plate, staring absently at the whirls of sauce on the porcelain. Youâd been quiet the entire meal, only speaking when directly spoken to by your group of friends, and even then, it was half-hearted, brief answers.
Both were unusual for his talkative, carb-loving girl.
He placed a light hand on your thigh, leaning closer to you. The warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your perfume, beckoned him even closer, but he ignored his impulses. âEverything alright, darling?â He asked, low enough that your friends couldnât hear.
âYes, just not very hungry,â you said in your pretty little voice, placing your hand over his and pecking his cheek.
He didnât buy it. âI can track down some takeaway and we can eat in my dorm, if youâd like,â he offered, wondering if the commotion in the Great Hall was a bit too much for you.
You shook your head, another stunning development. You never turned down takeaway. âIâm fine, baby. Thank you, though.â
âWell, if you need anything, donât hesitate to ask. Iâll make one of these sodâs fetch it for you,â he teased, hoping to get a smile out of you. He didnât.
Draco sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning back to the conversation he was in the middle of with Theo and Pansy. He continued to watch you in his periphery as you started to play with his fingers, twirling his signet ring around and around. As much as he enjoyed the mindless contact, the delicate brush of your skin, he knew this was a nervous habit of yours.
He had half-a-thought to excuse you both, but he knew that would only draw more attention to your melancholy state, which would likely make you feel even worse. He could pick your brain later. Right now, he needed to make sure you were fed.
Casually, he picked up his fork, twirling a bit of his own pasta around the tines. Without breaking away from his conversation, he held the fork up to you, hoping youâd take a bite without really thinking about it. It was a small ritual the two of you developed during lengthy family dinners, something you often did automatically if he offered food to you. He felt you shift forward, your mouth wrap around the small bite, and you ate it.
He squeezed your thigh, a flare of affection making his heart pound. Good girl, he thought, but refrained from saying aloud.
The rest of dinner continued like that, Draco keeping your friends talking and distracted while he fed you small bites of his own dinner, your fingers twined with his in your lap. When he held up a bite and you gave small shake of your head, he knew it was because you were actually full, and he set his fork down, satisfied. For now.
That night in the common room, you were curled up in your chair by the fire, a book open in your lap while everyone pretended to study around you. He watched your eyes, your hands curled around the cover, and you were motionless. No pages turned, no lines devoured.
His worry deepened. Blaise seemed to notice as well, and gave him a curious look, dark brow raised. And of course, Theo caught the exchange, but turned back to his work, pretending he didnât.
A prickle of suspicion climbed Dracoâs neck. Typically, Theo was the first one to make a fuss over someone being in a sour mood due to his inability to tolerate negative emotions, but this time, he stayed silent.
Very odd, indeed.
But he could worry about Theo later. Draco lifted himself from the couch and walked over to you, dropping onto the floor in front of your chair. He tilted his head back, resting it against your shins. You reached down, dragging your fingers through his hair while you continued âreadingâ your book. He let his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and tried to think of a way to draw you out of your head.
Lips pressed against his forehead, your perfume wafting over him, and he hummed in appreciation, reaching up to cradle your face. You leaned your cheek into his palm, and he titled his head back a little further to connect your lips in a soft kiss.
Your lips moved against his, brief and tender, and some of his tension unwound. It didnât seem that you were upset with him, which was a relief. But, he wasnât any closer to figuring out what exactly was troubling you.
âIâm going to go to bed,â you murmured in his ear, and he blinked in surprise, checking his watch.
It wasnât even nine oâclock.
âSo early, love? Are you feeling alright?â He turned to face you, rising to his knees. The group noticed, but he was too concerned to care. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your cheek, your neck, but you waved him away.
âIâm fine, D. Just tired,â you said, averting your eyes from his and rising from your chair.
âBabyââ
You leaned down and kissed him again, cutting off his protest. âI love you, Iâll see you in the morning,â you said, pecking his cheek one more time before walking towards the girls dormitory and ascending the stairs.
Draco slumped back to the ground, scrubbing a hand over his face.
âWhat did you do to her?â Pansy accused after a moment of tense silence.
âNothing,â he snapped, though it was mostly toothless.
âShe was acting strangely at dinner too,â Blaise noted. âShe didnât even have dessert.â
âYeah, and she loves those chocolate thingsâwhat are they called?â Theo chimed in.
âCauldron cakes,â Draco answered, glaring at them, irked that they were paying that close of attention to you. That was his job.
âAre you going to follow her?â Blaise asked, glancing at the stairs.
âNo, he should give her some space,â Pansy said, giving him a pointed look.
âIâm perfectly capable of managing my girlfriendâs needs. Thank you,â he bit, and they fell quiet. He would leave you be, for now, but if you were still in a funk tomorrow evening, heâd be forced to intervene.
You were decidedly still unlike yourself come the following morning, and when he saw you during your shared Potionâs class. He continued to monitor the situation, trying to be patient like you often asked him to be, but that went out the window when you returned from your Herbology class with Theo in tears.
As soon as Draco saw your red and puffy eyes, he was on his feet. You ran straight into his chest, burying your wet face in his robes and digging your chilled hands into his back, trembling as your tears returned in earnest.
âDarling, whatâs happened? Whatâs going on?â He cooed, wrapping his arms around your shaking torso, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You didnât respond, just held him tighter as you cried.
Theo tried to slip around the two of you, but Draco pinned him with a glare.
âWhat happened?â Draco hissed at him.
âHer Flutterby bush is dying,â Theo whispered, and you started to cry harder.
Shit. Youâd slaved half the semester over this Flutterby bush in Herbology, it was your pride and joy, and you often stayed after hours with Professor Sprout to tend to it and the rest of the greenhouse. You had the greenest thumb Draco had ever encountered, and that plant was your baby. There was no way it would just suddenly die.
Draco raised a brow, and Theo made a âtell you laterâ face. He nodded his head to dismiss his friend and turned his attention back to you, his poor, sensitive girl.
âBaby, itâs going to be alright. Iâm sure youâll figure out whatâs going onââ
You shook you head. âIt doesnât make sense,â you sniffled, your voice muffled by his shirt. âIt was perfectly fine. Thereâs no bugs or blights, I donât understand.â You lifted your face, cheeks streaked with tears and lashes spikey, your eyes rimmed with red. The state of you made his heart ache.
âItâll be alright,â he whispered, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs and pressing a kiss to your nose. âIf anyone can save it, you can. Youâre brilliant, love.â He used his sleeve to wipe your eyes and your nose before bundling you into his side. âCome on, relax for a bit with Pansy. Thatâll help you think a little more clearly, yeah?â
You nodded, letting him deposit you on the couch beside your friend, who immediately abandoned what she was doing to fuss over you.
He kissed the top of your head, satisfied that you were well looked after for the time being. âI love you, Iâll be right back, okay?â He murmured, and you nodded again.
Theo was waiting for him in the hall. âOkay, so donât get mad,â he said, holding his hands up.
Dracoâs anger instantly flared. âDonât give me a reason to get mad then.â
âShe told me not to tell you because she knew youâd get allââ Theo gestured vaguely at Draco. âAllâŚthis.â
âOut with it, Nott,â he growled, fully prepared to punch his best friends nose through the back of his skull. What could you possibly want to keep from him?
âWe think someone poisoned her plant,â Theo said, grimacing.
Draco froze, rage flaring so suddenly it darkened his vision. âWhat?â he snarled.
âWe canât say for sure yet,â Theo said hurriedly, trying to get ahead of the oncoming storm. âBut thereâs this one guyââ
âWho?â
âReinhardt? Renfield? Something like that, I donât know, heâs a Gryffindor. But heâDraco, where are you going?â
Draco was already halfway down the hall, formulating a plan in his mind about how to find this guy, and how to make him wish heâd never been born.
Theo grabbed his shoulder. âListen, I have a better idea than storming the Gryffindor common room,â he said, and Draco paused.
âGo on.â
Draco loitered outside the Greenhouse, hidden by some trees, a stupid plastic ear in his hand. Theo had the other tucked into his robes, and Draco could hear Sprout beginning her lecture through their connection.
Draco sighed. This was ridiculous, he should just waltz in there and figure out exactly who thisâ
âHey, y/n,â he heard someone mutter, an unfamiliar male voice, and he immediately held up the ear to listen. âFlutterbyâs not lookinâ so good. Maybe I could help clear away some of the dead stuff?â
Draco's ears started ringing so loudly, he almost missed your response.
âI'm killing it just fine on my own, Renley, I don't need any assistance from you.â
He heard Theo snicker in the background, and Draco smiled. Atta girl.
âMy mandrakes are thriving, thank you,â Renley replied, his voice tight with indignation. âIt's a real shame about yours, though. Probably would have gotten you top marks.â
You didn't respond, and Draco gripped a tree branch to stop himself from charging through the glass to get this audacious fucker.
âFuck off, Renford,â Theo warned, the feed clouded by his robes rustling.
âIt's Renley,â the prick corrected, his voice a little louder, and Draco could practically hear Theo roll his eyes. âSo, what do you say, sweetheart?â Sweetheart? Oh, this fucker was a dead man walking. âI'm willing to stay after and help you out. I'm good with poisonsââ
âPoisonâs?â You asked, a snarky lilt to your voice, and Draco loosed a relieved exhale despite the implication. For the first time in days, you sounded like yourself. âWho said anything about poison?â
âOh, Iâuhââ
âReindeer, how did you know her plant was poisoned?â Theo prodded, his smirk audible.
âI don't! It's obvâitâs probably not p-poison!â Renley stammered.
âWhat's this about poison?â Sprout interrupted at the same moment Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from the treeline.
âCheck fucking mate,â Draco mouthed, grinning.
âProfessor Sprout, I do believe Renley here just confessed to poisoning y/nâs beloved Flutterby bush,â Theo said.
âIs this true, dearie?â Sprout asked you.
âYes maâam, it explains the strange phenomena we noted, as well as the sudden nature of the ailment. Renleyâs been taunting me for days, and finally his mouth got ahead of his brain,â you said, poised as a Queen, and Draco was so proud of you it hurt.
Sprout gasped. âMr. Renley! To Dumbledore's office this instant!â
âCrabbe, Goyle, grab him,â Draco ordered, stuffing the ear into his robes.
The two of them lumbered over the door, staying out of sight until the culprit stepped out into the sunlight, and Goyle grabbed Renley by the shoulders and started to drag him back around the Greenhouse.
âHey! What the fuckââ his words pinched to a strangled whine when he saw Draco and Blaise waiting a few feet away, arms folded over their chests, completely hidden from the rest of campus.
Goyle shoved him to the ground at Draco's feet, and the coward was already sniveling.
Draco crouched down, nose to nose with the fucker that made his girl miserable, and smiled. âWas it worth it, Renley?â Draco asked, his voice low.
âLook, Malfoy. I didn't mean toââ
Draco didn't give him a chance to finish his paltry excuse and cocked his fist back, slamming his knuckles square in the side of his jaw. The bone crunched under his fist, sending Renley flying sideways in a spray of spit and blood, and Draco rose, clenching and unclenching his aching hand.
Normally, he'd step back and let the others get their hands dirty, but you were his girl. And if anyone was going to defend your honor, it would be him.
âNo, no please!â Renley begged when Goyle hauled him back up. Draco punched him again, dead on the nose, then the temple, then the sternum. Goyle let Renley fall, groveling and weeping as blood ran down his face, his eyes already half-swollen shut.
Draco grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head up so he could whisper in his ear. âYou're lucky it wasn't poison,â he snarled, and dropped Renleyâs head into the dirt. âLeave him on the front steps of the castle,â he said to Crabbe and Goyle, who immediately pulled the boy up and started dragging him back towards the castle.
Blaise chuckled. âThat was fucking brutal, mate.â
Draco looked down at his bruised and bloody knuckles, the pain bright and deliciously satisfying, his signet ring splattered with red. âLike I said, he's lucky I didn't decide to poison him.â
The chatter of students filled the air, and he looked up to see the Greenhouse emptying. Theo headed straight for them, glancing at Draco's knuckles and the blood in the grass before breaking out in a wild grin.
âSorry I missed it,â Theo laughed.
âWhere is she?â Draco asked.
âStaying behind to administer the antidote. Sprout is leaving her to ensure Renley is dealt with accordingly.â
âWell, she certainly won't be disappointed,â Blaise snickered.
âSo sheâs alone?â Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He was hoping to clean himself up before seeing you, but wasn't sure he could resist the temptation. Not with his blood still running hot and your smart little voice echoing in his mind.
âYep.â Theo smirked. âSee yaâ back in the common room.â He and Blaise turned and started heading back to the castle, leaving Draco alone.
He rounded the greenhouse, knocking with his sore knuckles so he didn't startle you.
âDraco? What are youâsaints, your hands!â You cried, rushing over to open the door for him. You grabbed for his hands, face pinched with worry.
âI'm fine, love,â he cooed, letting you fuss. The air in the greenhouse was thick and warm, coaxing him in like a embrace. It smelled fresh and lush, sweet soil and green leaves, like you.
Merlin, he couldn't think straight with you looking at him like that.
âWho didââ you paused, eyes narrowing. âRenley?â
He smirked. âMaybe.â
âDraco!â You huffed, dropping his hands. âI had it under control!â
âI know you did! You were amazing! I just...accelerated the consequences.â
You glared at him, but he could see you softening by the second.
âBaby, I'm fine. And he'll be fine in like, four to five business days.â
âDraco!â You shouted, but you were smiling. He fucking loved what you called his name in that exasperated but undeniably affectionate voice. âYou don't have to get involved all the time. I'm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, and Professor Sprout was working with me to solve it andââ
Draco reached out, pinching your cheeks with one hand, pursing your pouting lips and dragging you closer to him. âI'd do it again in a heartbeat. No one fucks with you so long as I'm breathing, is that clear?â
You nodded, eyes round and sweet like honey.
He released your face, sliding his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head upwards. âCan I kiss you now? Or would you like to keep telling me off?â
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a playful, smiley kiss. âAnything for my hero.â
âAnything?â Draco purred, walking you back into the long work table. You gasped, arching against his chest, and he caught the sound with another kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste you.
Your tongue tangled with his, so eager as you pulled his tie to bring him closer. He guided your tongue into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing you to bite your lip, toying with your mouth like he owned it.
And he could feel how much you loved it, your hips pressing against his as your hands wandered his chest, unable to pick a resting place.
He smiles, moving his hands to grip your hips. In a quick movement, he spun you around. Your hands slapped onto the table to catch yourself, your perfect ass pressing back against his rapidly hardening cock.
âDraco,â you whined, trying to look over your shoulder at him.
He tsked, sliding up your skirt, admiring the way his ruined knuckles looked against the soft flesh. âDo you want me to be gentle with you, darling?â He already knew what your answer would be, especially after a few stressful days, but he felt inclined to double check.
You shook your head side to side, pressing your ass back into his hands. âNo.â
He smiled, squeezing the ample flesh, then delivered a swift slap that made you gasp. âThat's my girl. You want me to scare away all those bad thoughts? Turn your brain off for a bit?â He slid his right hand between your legs, gliding two fingers over the damp spot on your panties.
You nodded, nails scratching along the wood when he applied a little pressure, moving his hand in a slow circle.
âWords, love,â he said, pausing his movement.
âYes, baby. Please,â you whined, and his cock gave a painful lurch against his thigh.
âColloportus,â he murmured, flicking his wand to lock the Greenhouse door. âDon't move,â he ordered, then walked over to the sink, washing the blood from his hands and muttering a quiet episkey to fix most of the damage on his skin. Some cuts remained, and his hands were still sore and slightly bruised, but it wasn't nearly as bad.
Satisfied, he turned his attention back to you, where you remained perfectly still, nibbling at your lower lip. In quick movement, he pulled down your panties, letting the fall around your ankles, and kicked your feet further apart, forcing you to lay your chest against the table.
âThere we go,â he purred, bringing his hand back between your legs.
You were already soaked, hot and slick as his middle finger swiped through your sex. He started massaging your clit, quick, light circles that had you moaning breathlessly.
âBetter, darling? Nothing to worry about besides being my good girl.â He moved away from your clit and eased his middle finger inside of you, his signet ring kissing your entrance before he curled his finger up. Your walls fluttered around him, sucking back against his finger when he pulled it out, only to graciously stretch for him when he added a second.
âFuck, D,â you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. âYou said you wouldn't be gentle â
He smirked, enraptured with the way your pretty little cunt yielded for his battered hand. âJust so pretty,â he hummed, leaning down to whisper in your ear, pressing you harder against the table. âCan't help but worship you a little.â
You opened your mouth to reply, but he slammed his fingers inside of you, drilling into your channel with sloppy, punishing strokes. You cried out, feet sliding around on the floor, but he had you pinned and at his mercy.
âThis better, brat?â He growled, nipping at your ear when you keened for him, unable to formulate a response. âOh, how that fucker wishes he could see you now,â he drawled, straightening while his fingers fucked into you. âWhat'd he call you? Sweetheart?â He chuckled. âSweet doesn't begin to cover it.â
âHow did youââ
He slipped his fingers out to work your clit, the bud swelling under his touch as your orgasm built, and your words twisted into a moan. He tried to stay focused, keep you on the edge until he was sheathed inside of you, but couldn't bring himself to stop just yet.
âAre you sweet, baby?â He asked, swatting your ass cheek, enjoying the way your flesh rippled.
âOnly for you,â you gasped, starting to tremble as that knot wound tighter and tighter.
âThat's right,â he praised, undoing his trousers and taking his cock in his hand. He was insanely hard, the head a deep pink, pearly precum beading from the slit. He pumped himself twice to relieve some of the ache, then notched himself at your entrance, not pausing his assault on your clit for a moment. âAll fucking mine,â he growled at the same moment he thrust inside of you, burying himself to the hilt.
You cried out, muscles contracting hard around him, and he groaned low in his throat. You were so fucking tight, gooey and supple when you weren't squeezing the life out of him. He drew back a few inches before snapping his hips forward, gripping your ass cheek in his free hand to keep you spread for him as he pounded into you.
He felt your orgasm hit the second before you did, your cunt clamping down on him a heartbeat before you screamed, your whole body locking up before going completely limp. He didn't let up, no matter how much you shook, how much you begged. Your tears left damp spots on the wood, your knees trying to buckle inwards, but he planted his feet on the inside of yours, forcing you to stay upright.
âGood fucking girl,â he rasped, snaking a hand up your spine to grip your hair and pull your head back. âDoing so well for me, sweet thing.â He was panting, the heat of the greenhouse coupled with the exterior making sweat collect around his hairline and drip down his spine. His knuckles burned from the salt, hands ached from being used long past when they should have been bandaged, but he didn't give a single fuck.
âDraco, shitâfuck me so good.â You reached back for him, nails dragging along his forearm, and he felt himself teeter on the edge of release, his balls drawing up tight as liquid heat spread through his pelvis.
âGive me one more, baby. I know you can. Then I'll water my favorite plant.â
Your pussy clenched at his words, a wanton moan falling from your lips, and he smiled. You were such a little freak, his little freak, and he loved you all the more it.
âYou like being my pretty little houseplant? All mine to take care of?â Fuck, he was close, rambling in an attempt to distract himself and spend just a little longer in the delicious heat of your body.
âYes, yesâfuck!â You were coming again, your whole body convusling as it ripped through you, and he was done for. He came with a yell, hips stuttering against your ass as he pumped rope after rope of release into your spasming cunt.
âBloody hell, baby,â he moaned, bracing his hands on the table as he came down, his hips involuntarily rocking into your greedy warmth. You, poor thing, were left drooling and trembling, completely boneless, held up entirely by the table and his hips. He leaned forward, pressing kisses into your hair. âDid so good, love. So fucking perfect,â he murmured, throat tight with affection.
âSquishinâ me,â you giggled, squirming beneath him, and he straightened, nearly toppling over himself at the weak feeling in his knees.
âSorry, darling,â he chuckled, and you groaned, pushing yourself up on trembling arms. He moved his feet, letting you close your legs, and he hissed through his teeth at the new tightness around his softening cock, stealing a final thrust before slipping out of you.
âMm, how did you know he called me sweetheart?â You asked, peeking over your shoulder at him while he grabbed his wand to clean you both up.
âI have my methods,â he replied, righting your clothes and helping you stand up, relishing in the lingering tremble in your limbs.
âWere you spying on me, Draco Malfoy?â You teased, tugging him down by the tie so you were face to face.
He smirked. âPerhaps.â
âWhat a horrible invasion of privacy,â you snickered, giving him a playful peck.
âYou want to punish me for it?â He nipped at your lower lip and you grinned, pushing lightly on his chest.
âEnough you, I have to administer the antidote before my plant gets any sicker.â
âGood thing I already cured mine,â he teased, and you swatted him before slipping out of his arms.
âYou're insufferable.â
âAnd you're adorable.â
You grabbed some items from the shelves and a watering can, then paused, turning to look at him, a deadly serious look on your face. âCan we get takeaway after this?â
He snorted, his heart doing a giddy little flip. âOf course we can.â
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