#harry styles x rader

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

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“Harry, can I get a man's perspective on something?” you ask, turning to Harry next to you on the couch. You had begged Harry out of his room for a movie night as a ruse, but your nose had been buried deep in your phone the whole night. Re-reading and overanalyzing old text messages between you and the object of your anxiety.

You don’t often go to Harry for help with men, but his advice on other areas of your life is always sound, and you respect his opinion.

“If you’re asking me for help, he’s not worth your time.” He sighs, not looking away from the movie, hugging a pillow to his chest. 

“I’m serious, I need your help.” you whine, tugging on his sleeve. He turns and looks at your dramatic pout, “Please.” 

“Alright, I’ll bite.” He huffs. “What is it?” 

“As a man, do you prefer texting or like a call? Or maybe FaceTime?”  

Harry barks out a laugh at the ridiculous question, before looking over at you, and realizing your dead serious. He chews on his bottom lip for a moment, tossing his head back against the couch. “I mean I’m more of a talker, and I like seeing who I’m talking to, so I prefer FaceTime. But I guess it depends on the girl and how long I’ve been talking to them. What our situation is, and stuff.  Which one of your boy toys are we talking about?” he asks. 

“Cameron.” you grimace.

Cameron is admittedly your least favorite of the boys on your roster, but your most tenured member. And the one Harry hates most. In the beginning you thought it could be something real. He was sweet and did a decent job at wooing you. That is until - in Harry’s eyes - he coerced you into a friends with benefits arrangement. Harry could tell that you liked him, and to see him treat you as terribly as he did, got Harry’s blood boiling. You deserved better, that much you both could understand. What Harry couldn't understand however was why you would even consider speaking to him again after the last time you were in contact.  

Instead of saying what he truly thought, or giving you a hard time, he just pinched the space between his brow with an exasperated sigh. 

“I know, I know,” you grumble.

“How long has it been since you’ve heard from him?” 

“A while. But he reached out recently and - ” 

“I thought you were done with him.” he deadpans, eyes glued to yours. 

“I was, but we got coffee last week and he apologized.” 

“Coffee?” Harry groans in disgust at the low effort. He pauses the movie, and turns to you, “Don’t text him. Don’t call him. Go back in there,” he says pointing down the hallway towards your room. “Make yourself come, and forget about him. For your sake and mine.” 

“Harry!” you laugh, hitting him with a throw pillow.  

“You think I’m joking, but I’m serious.” he concedes with a chuckle, “You don’t even like him.” 

“I like him enough.” 

“He’s a terrible fuck.” 

“He…gets the job done.” you defend voice cracking. 

“Everytime he leaves, there's suddenly a consistent buzz coming from your bedroom.” He scoffs. You go to defend yourself with heat rising to your face. You stammer a bit but not quite getting words out before he continues, “I’m a grown man, I know what a vibrator sounds like.” He smirks, and you giggle covering your face. 

“Jesus.” you laugh, “Look, I’ve tried your way already…and it’s not doing the trick.” you pout, “So tell me, how pathetic would I be  if I were to reach out to him.”

“I don’t think you’d be pathetic, love.” he soothes 

“Then why are you so against me texting him?”  

Because you deserve better! Why can’t you see that? He thinks, These guys don’t deserve you. If I were them I’d - 

“Harry?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. It’s in the glow of the television, and the small light on the side table that Harry is able to admire your adorable pout and curious eyes. He’s always had a little crush on you throughout the entirety of your friendship. One he knew you could feel and was reciprocated. There were a few drunken confessions of your attraction for one another that were joked about the following morning. Then there was the holiday kiss . One New Year for ‘good luck’. But there was also a promise. A pinky promise, to never risk the friendship you had. To keep things platonic.  It was a promise that was becoming more and more difficult for both of you to keep. 

When you two agreed to move in under the same roof for economic reasons, you knew it would be an adjustment, with both of you having been living on your own for years. But you were excited. Living alone could get lonely and overwhelming. So having your best friend of years, under the same roof and splitting responsibilities felt like a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders. 

But being in such close proximity meant that it was becoming harder to keep your promise. Especially when things just felt so domestic with the two of you. Cooking dinner together, movie nights, cuddling together on the couch. It was hard for both of you not to let your minds wander to a reality where you were more than just friends. 

But you were friends, and as long as that boundary was there, there was nothing stopping either of you from being young, wild and free. So there were parties, and one night stands, and situationships. All in an attempt to distract you both from the truth. Because no matter how pretty the girls were that Harry brought home, no matter how sweet and kind they were. The only face he saw when they were splayed out in his bed…was your. 

And after a very awkward Sunday morning breakfast with one of your one night stands meeting Harry, you stopped bringing guys home all together. Opting for spending weekends away. A change Harry didn’t like, and lectured you over. “It’s not safe. You don’t know these guys. At least if you bring them here, I’m here if you need me.” he’d argued. All that did was keep you from seeing anyone for a while.  Which is how you ended up even considering talking to Camreon again. 

“Look” Harry finally says, turning his body towards you, “if you’re that sexually frustrated I’ll… help you out.” 

You tilt your head, letting out a nervous giggle, waiting for his real response. But it never comes, he just…smirks at you. 

“Oh,” you whisper, heart beating against your ribs. “You’re serious.” Harry nods, biting his lip. The offer was…promising, and the way Harry looked at you was intriguing. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you butterflies.  That the last month or so things haven’t  felt different between you two, something less than romantic, but certainly more than platonic. It was messing with your head for sure. But you were friends. Regardless of how fit you thought he was, you didn’t have the right to blow up your over decade long friendship just because you were horny. You clear your throat blinking up at him, shaking your head,“Thanks for the offer, Har but -” 

“Yeah no…you’re right. It’s - dumb idea.” He stammers, “I do think you just need to let off some steam, and then you’ll forget about him.” 

“Yeah. I guess.” 

He sees you deflate a bit at his words, and he realizes you didn’t expect  him to give up so easily. So he tries again a little more directly “And not to be that guy but I’ve been told I’m pretty talented, and if making you come keeps you from making a repeated mistake then I’ll take one for the team.” 

“Gee, thanks.” you scoff. 

“I just mean. You’re my friend, and I’m trying to be a helping hand.” he says sweetly before the smirk returns, “And tongue.” He laughs, and you roll your eyes. “And on a serious note, you’re too special of a woman to have to deal with mediocre sex from a guy that clearly - and I’m sorry to say - couldn’t give two shits about your Love. If you need to…get your rocks off, why not with someone you trust? With someone that actually cares about you?” Harry says sweetly. 

“Really?” you ask, and he nods, “And if we cross this line, it won't ruin our friendship.” 

“Cross my heart.” He says drawing an ‘x’ over his chest. 

“What about Taylor?” you ask, thinking of the pretty blonde that you’ve caught making breakfast in your kitchen a few times. You're trying to give him an out. But he doesn’t take it. 

“Out of the picture.” he smiles, “Has been for a while.” He admits, and before you get a chance to offer your condolences, he asks “So what do you say?”  

“Okay.” 

“Alright.” he smirks, “Come here.” He says softly, reaching for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You scoot closer to him on the couch, your knees touching his thigh.  Your breath hitches in your throat as his other hand rests on your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb.

He leans in slowly, his breath fanning across your face, his lips inches away from yours. His emerald eyes dart from yours down to your lips, back to your eyes. 

“You’re sure?” he asks. You nod your head slowly, eyes glued to his lips as he speaks. You watch as they curve up into a seductive smirk, “Words, baby. Want to hear you say it.” He coaches. 

He wants to hear you say it because the truth is, he can’t believe this is finally happening. He gets why you both agreed to not cross this boundary for so long. For the sake of your amazing friendship. But being this close to you now, seeing the look in your eye, the want and anticipation. Feeling the way he lit up touching you. It all seemed so silly. Why deny yourselves the pleasure of giving in to such chemistry, when life was so short? 

“I’m sure.” you whisper, “Are you?” 

“Oh, I’m positive.” he purrs, before leaning forward finally bringing his lips to yours. You sigh into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on yours. Immediately, the kiss feels different than anything you’ve shared in the past. What starts off as a soft sweet pecks, familiarizes yourselves with one another, quickly evolves into a hurried frenzy. Tongues swirling, teeth clicking, and with Harry’s hand having come down to rest on your neck, thumb caressing your jugular possessively your head was spinning. You gasp  into the kiss, trying to catch your breath but all you could do was breathe in more of Harry. It’s when he nipped at your bottom lip licking at the skin after, that you have a moment of clarity. Pulling away slowly you, run your hand through the hairs at the nape of his neck making him look up at you. 

“You okay?” he asks, worry etched into his features. 

“If we’re going to do this,” you begin, “ I have one condition.” 

“Okay.” he prompts 

“Want you to fuck me like you mean it.” you whisper, voice shakily. 

“Planned on it, Love.”

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[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Sixty-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut, what else is new?

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Mondays had been your days to meet Harry at his office, but now that he was working on his studio, you thought it would be nice to bring him and your dad some lunch. You were so happy it was almost May. The weather was starting to get really nice. You were able to go for runs outside on the days it didn’t rain.

“Hey, wanna come with me to the studio for lunch? I’m buying.” You say to Niall.

“Sure! It’ll be nice to get out for a bit. I’m sure your dad will love to see me.” He laughs and you shake your head at him.

You stop by a sandwich shop on your way, and head into the studio. You bite your bottom lip when you see Harry. He was use a nail gun to put some cabinets up for what would soon be a kitchen area. You dad was finishing grouting the tile. Harry steps down from the step stool and wipes his forehead of sweat. He was wearing a snap-back to help catch some of the sweat. He looks over at you and Niall and smiles.

“Oi, looks like it’s lunch time.” He extends a hand to help your dad up.

“Hi guys! It looks better and better every time I come here.” You hand them the sandwiches and give your dad a hug.

“Hi Niall.” Your dad shakes his hand. “Been too long.”

“I know, things have been crazy.”

“They’ve put some picnic benches out at the park across the street do you guys wanna eat outside? It’s so nice out.”

Everyone agrees and you head outside. Harry looked so good in his loose jeans and work-boots, you couldn’t get over it. He sits next to you, and Niall sits next to your dad.

“Everyone from New York has finally left, thank god.”

“That’s great!” Harry says, relieved Mark was finally gone.

“How are classes going, Y/N?” Your dad asks.

“Oh, they’re good. I’ll finish this one in a couple of weeks, and the next won’t start until June so I’ll a month to take a little break.”

“Your brother’s coming in Friday to help out, maybe we could all have dinner together after.”

“Sure! You both could come over, I can cook something up instead of going out.” You say. Harry puts his hand on your knee.

“That works.” You dad smiles. You knew he always preferred a home cooked meal.

“I could work from home that day and watch the baby if he wants to bring him in too.” Harry’s face lights up.

“I’ll run it by him. I’m sure his wife could use the night off.”

Niall distracted your dad for a few minutes so you could kiss Harry goodbye.

“How are you feeling today? You were a little wobbly yesterday…” You say quietly.

“Oh, I’m fine now.” He smiles. “Thanks for checkin’ in.” He kisses the top of your head, and goes back into the studio.

When he gets home later that night he’s exhausted. You had dinner ready to go, and he inhaled it.

“Jesus, Harry, you were hungry. Do you want a second helping?”

“No, thank you.” He rubs his eyes. “I need to go to bed, I’m so tired, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! Go, I’d rather you get your rest. I have homework to do anyways.” You give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, maybe I could just rest on the sofa so I’m still hanging out with you.”

“If you wanna go to bed you can, really, it’s okay.”

“No.” He pouts. Oh no, you’re tried, grouchy boy was making an appearance. “M’gonna go put some sweats on and then I’ll come sit with you.” You nod and he walks out into the bedroom.

You grab your laptop and sit on the sofa. Yo start typing away at your forum post, and Harry comes out in just a pair of sweat pants. He plops down next to you and waits for you to finish. The second your laptop is on the coffee table he his is resting in your lap.

“Let me get a pillow, it’ll be more comfortable for your he-“

“No.”

“Harry.” You sigh. “Do you wanna just lay between my legs then?”

“Yes.”

You adjust so your back is against the arm rest, and Harry’s head is on your stomach. Your hands play with his hair and it didn’t take him too long to drift off. Times like this you think back to when you two first really cuddled together. He had had a long day at work and he asked you to lay with him. You had been on top of him at the time and you both fell asleep. That was when you knew you really felt safe with him. You sigh happily as you watch TV.

//

Friday rolls around, and your brother drops the baby off with you so he can meet your dad and Harry at the studio. You had a wonderful day watching him while getting some emails done. You never really got alone time with your nephew. You played with him for a little while, and then took him for a walk in his stroller.

You decided on making a meatless baked ziti for dinner. It was something everyone could enjoy, and easy enough to make. You whip up a big salad to go with it, and take the baby with you to the market quick so you can grab a baguette.

Harry sends you a few pictures of the progress they’ve made. The kitchen and Mariah’s office was entirely done. Next week they’d work upstairs to get Harry’s office situated. Then all he’d have to do is paint.

His social media was getting more and more hits thanks to you, and he was already booking out into July. You were so proud of him.

You send him a selfie or two with the baby and it makes him swoon. He couldn’t wait to have a baby with you some day.

Around 6PM you hear them come in through the door. You were sitting on the sofa feeding the baby. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head from loving his bubby. You had your eyes on him and you were humming.

“Hi guys.” You say smiling. “Dinner’s gonna be another ten minutes in the oven, everything else is on the table already.” You finish giving the baby his bubby and you sit him up so he’ll burp. He perks up when he sees your brother. “Is that your daddy, did you miss him?” You coo. Your brother smiles and takes him from you.

“How was he?”

“Perfect! He’s the easiest baby in the world.” You go over and kiss Harry on the cheek.

“M’just gonna wash up quick.”

Your dad was walking around. You realize it’s the first time he’s been over and inside your apartment.

“Dad, I’m sorry, let me show you around. You and Kyle can clean up in the guest bath.” You take the baby back from your brother.

Harry meets you in the kitchen and you hand him off to him so you can take the ziti out of the oven.

“Smells so good in here.” He says holding the baby with one arm. “Hey little guy, did you have a nice day with your auntie?” He boops his nose. You smile at the two of them.

“I got a baguette from the market.”

“Did you cut it up already?”

“Yes, and I saved you an end piece just how you like. Go sit down, I’ll bring this out.” Harry kisses you and then goes out to the dining area.

“I’ll take him, he’s fading, I’m gonna put him in the car seat so he can sleep.”

Your brother drags the seat over and places your nephew in it and his eyes slowly close. Once he’s settled, the four of you sit down to eat.

“You guys got so much done today. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah, all the heavy stuff should be done next week, and then it’s off to painting.”

“Rachel’s gonna help Harry paint. You guys should see the color’s she’s picked out for the offices, it’s going to be beautiful.”

The chatter is nice and light around the table. You bring out some coffee and fruit for dessert.

“Y/N, when do you think you’ll have an official house warming?” Your brother asks.

“I’m not sure, we were thinking end of May so it would be warm enough to be able to go out on the balcony.” You point behind you.

“That’d be great. Do you guys have a grill or anything?”

“We have a little indoor one.” You look at Harry. “I didn’t even think of that. We need to get a table and some chairs for out there.”

“We could go to Lowe’s this weekend and check out the prices.”

“I’ve got some gift cards to there, hold on.” You dad takes out his wallet.

“Dad, you don’t have to-“

“I don’t mind.” He smiles. “Here, it hasn’t been used, but I can’t remember how much is on there.” He slides a card towards you.

“Thanks.” You smile.

Your brother and dad eventually leave. It was a great day and evening. You and Harry slump onto the sofa.

“You were cute when we got in.” He says drumming his fingers on your knee.

“What do you mean?” You giggle.

“Feedin’ the baby. It was cute. You were like hummin’ to him and stuff.”

“Harry…”

“What?”

“I know where this is going.”

“Where what is goin’? I can’t pay my beautiful, amazing, wonderful girlfriend a compliment all of a sudden?”

“Wow, so many descriptive words in one sentence.” You say sarcastically. “You see me with him, and then you have baby fever for like a week.”

“To be honest, I always have baby fever, I just don’t express it.” You laugh at him. “With me ownin’ my own business imagine how easy it’ll be for us someday. Your place has maternity leave, and then when you go back to work I could just bring him or her with me to work. I could have everything set up for them there. Then we’d come home and they’d be all excited to see their mummy.” You blink at him.

“Oh, so you’d get to spend all the time in the world with them?”

“I’d take ‘em to come visit you when I could, and you’d come visit us.”

“You know the maternity leave is actually really good. You get three months paid, and then you get another three months paid working from home. And then you can like choose to work half days and shit, it’s amazing. At least we wouldn’t need child care. My mom could come and help out like she does with my nephew.”

“They essentially give you six months off? That’s almost unheard of here.”

“I know, I’m telling you the CEO is incredible.”

“C’mere, come sit on me.” You giggle and crawl into his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, and rubs his thumbs over your lower stomach. “Can’t wait to put one in yeh some day.”

“Oh, Harry.” You swat a hand at his shoulder.

“What? You know I do, and then I’d get to watch your belly grow.”

“Right, because that’s every girl’s dream. To be littered with stretch marks, a big strip of hair, and for their belly buttons to disappear.”

“Stop, that doesn’t happen to everyone.”

“I’m just saying, it’s not as romantic as you make it seem. I’ll be ten times more hormonal. I may get to a point where I have to go on bed rest.”

“I’d just take care of you.”

“You have an answer for everything.” You lean down and kiss him. “I saw you bring your tool-belt in with you.”

“Jesus, do you have a fetish or somethin’?”

“Harry, you just look so sexy with it on, will you please go put it on?”

“It’s just the belt, the tools aren’t even it it.”

“So? C’mon, let’s roll play a little. You can be the handyman that’s come to fix something for me in the bedroom, and I’ll be the needy, unsatisfied housewife.”

“You would so easily cheat on your husband?”

“Harry…please don’t be cheeky right now.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go change.”

You wait for him anxiously and he comes back a few minutes later with a white t-shirt, jeans, and his tool belt on.

“The hat! Please put the snap-back on.” He sighs and goes back to get it.

“Happy now?”

“Yes!” You get up from the sofa and walk over to him. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.” Both of his eyebrows raise as you walk around him. “You see, my husband’s away on business and there are just some things a girl can’t take care of by herself.” You bite your lip and smile at him.

“That’s too bad. If I had a girl like you, I’d never leave yeh to do anything by yourself.” Your smile grows. You’re happy he’s willing to play along. “Show me what needs tendin’ to.”

“It’s in the bedroom, please follow me.” You giggle quietly. He follows you in. You tug at his collar and start kissing him.

“What if your husband comes home early?”

“He won’t, he’s too busy fucking his secretary.”

“What a fool.” He tilts your chin up and he kisses you again. “I’d take really good care of you if you were my wife.”

“Why not show me a little preview then?”

He steps back and takes his shirt off. You ogle his body.

“Jesus, Harry, you look-“ He puts his hand over your mouth.

“Can’t use my name, it ruins the illusion.”

“What should I call you then?”

“I don’t know, your handyman?”

“Okay, okay.” You clear your throat to get back into character. “My Mr. Handyman, you’re quite built.”

You reach your hands out to feel the muscles on his stomach, then his arms, and then his back. He smirks at the way you’re feeling him up. You walk back in front of him to face him.

“Haven’t been touched in so long.”

“Think I can fix that.”

He lifts you up and plops you down on the bed. He lifts your shirt off and unhooks your bra. He kneads your breasts his tongue slips into your mouth. You groan against him.

“Lay back.” You scooche further on the bed, lay back so he can undo your pants. He sees your lace, cheeky underwear. “Sorta naughty to be wearin’ this while your husband’s away.”

“Well, I’m a pretty naughty girl, Mr. Handyman.” You bat your eyelashes at him, and start to rub your clit over your panties. “Need someone to punish me.”

Harry’s face lights up. He undoes the tool belt, and lets it drop to the floor. He undoes his jeans and takes his boxers off. He gets on the bed and between your legs. He kisses your covered clit, and licks over your folds. He never really teased you like this, but then again, it wasn’t really him. He sucks on you through the material, and rubs his thumb over you. He grips your hips and flips you over. You get up on your knees and elbows. He slowly drags your soaked underwear off, and throws it on the floor.

He smacks your butt, not too hard. He did it the way he always did. You remember one time, early on, when he told you he’d smack you right on your clit, and you wondered if he was planning to do that.

“Hey, time out for a second.” You look over your shoulder at him. “I think we should have, like, a safe word, just in case one of us gets uncomfortable with the role play…” He says.

“Okay, should it be like a color or something?”

“How about yellow?”

“Okay, sure, yellow.”

“Alright…back to it then.” You giggle at him. You appreciated that he always seemed to think of everything. “So…uh, Mrs…Housewife, let’s take care of this problem you’ve been havin’.”

Harry grips your hips, and feel him lick from your clit to your folds. He hasn’t eaten you out from behind since god knows when. You grip at the comforter, loving the way it feels. He licks up dangerously close to your other hole and you flinch. He knows not to lick you there, he’s just testing the waters a bit. You were dripping wet, so whatever he was doing obviously felt good. He bites down onto one of your ass cheeks and sucks harshly. You gasp as your back arches. Harry had sort stopped leaving the really purple marks on you. He sits back and watches the color change on your skin.

He takes you and flips you onto your back. You look up at him and nod. He spreads your legs and lines himself up with you, thrusting in with a ton of force. He gauges the reaction on your face. He wants to have fun, not send you into a flash. He rubs your clit to soothe you a little while you reach up to grip at his shoulders.

He grabs one of your legs to put over his shoulder, and rocks in and out of you. He was hitting you nice and deep like you needed.

“Oh my god.” Your head rolls back into the mattress.

“Need this don’t you?”

“So bad.” You groan.

“Sit up on your elbows.” You raise an eyebrow at him, but you do as he says.

His hand trails up from your clit and rests on your stomach for a second. He swears he can feel himself going in and out of you. It slides up further and you think he’s just going to knead your breast, until it’s around your throat. He grips you, but not tightly, just resting it there.

“Handyman should use his hands, don’t you think?” You nod your head yes. “And you said you’ve been naughty, so…I think the best thing I can do is choke you a little.” He drops your leg from his shoulder. His thrusts continue, but he moves around in a circle. “Can I do that?”

“Yes.” You say in a whisper.

His thumb rubs over the front of your throat lightly, and then he gets a better grip on you. His other hand rubs your clit while he rocks in and out of you. He lets you lay back down all the way and you wrap your legs around his waist. He applies a little more pressure and watches you contort under him. Your cheeks had a deep blush over them.

Usually you were the one to choke him, but he was in full control tonight. You didn’t mind it really. After pegging him last weekend he deserved to have a little of the power back. Plus, you just like the way his strong hand felt around you. You were feeling a little light headed, but in a good way. His other hand rubs harshly on your clit, and you know your end is near.

He feels you tighten around his cock and he fucks you faster. You start panting and gasping, but he doesn’t let up. He hits your g-spot and rubs your clit just at the right place and you feel yourself release. Your back arches off the bed, and he rubs your clit the entire time, rocking in and out of you. He lets go of your throat and you take in as much air as you can.

“Come in mouth.”

“What?”

“Please, god, come in my mouth.” You groan.

Harry lets out a moan as he pulls out of you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and open your mouth for him. He angles himself, give himself a few quick pumps and comes. He comes in your mouth, down your chin, and on your chest. He made a mess of you. He goes to get off of you but your grab his face with one of your hands. You make eye contact with him as you swallow what actually got into your mouth. You lick over your chin, and then you scoop up what you can from your chest onto your finger, and suck on your finger. His mouth falls open while he watches you.

You go to speak, but you burst out laughing instead. Harry sits there, straddling you, very confused.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You say, still laughing. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like that before.” His shoulders fall with relief.

“I didn’t hurt your little neck did I?” He leans in to inspect you. “Shit…”

“What?”

“Well, you can kind of see where my rings indented, should’ve taken ‘em off.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t full commit to your character.” You giggle.

“You don’t care if someone sees this?”

“It’ll fade. It’s probably less noticeable than a hickey. Speaking of which, I can’t wait to see the nasty one you left on my ass.”

“Hey, that wasn’t me that was the handyman.”

“Mhm.” You lean up and kiss him. “Was it fun?”

“Yeah…we could do it again sometime.” He gets off of you and follows you to the bathroom. You gasp when you see the bruise on your ass.

“Jesus, Harry…”

“S’not that bad.” He sighs. “We’ve been doin’ a lot of new stuff lately.”

“Guess so.” You shrug as you start to wash your face, having thrown your hair up in a bun. He leans against the sink counter as you apply your face-wash.

“Have you been bored with anything, is that why you’ve wanted to try so much?”

“Bored?!” You rinse off and pat your face dry. “Bored?!” You repeat. His face was stone cold. “Harry, how could you possibly think that? I love the way we have sex. From the way you stretch me out, every time with you is like the first time.” You take your hair out of the bun and shake it. “We’ve been together almost nine months, I just feel really close and comfortable with you. Enough to try some things out that I never had before.”

“So you never role played with anyone, ever?”

“Never!” You start to brush your teeth and he does the same. “Hold on, lemme pee.” He crosses his arms and looks in the other direction. “See! Super comfortable with each other.” He looks at you and smirks as you flush the toilet. You wash your hands and he uses the toilet next. “I was no virgin when we met, Harry, but I’ve had so many first with you.” He follows you out of the bathroom. “I’ve never been this close with a boyfriend before.” You both get into bed. “I feel like because I can just be myself with you, I’ve had the freedom to discover some new things that I like.” He lays his head on your chest. “I could never be bored, in any aspect of our relationship. Every day is like a new adventure.”

“You really mean that?”

“Of course! We don’t have to role play again if you didn’t like it.”

“S’not that I didn’t like it, I just don’t know how to pretend to be some macho dude.”

“You just look so fucking hot when you wear that stuff.”

“And I’ll gladly wear it for you anytime.”

“If you could role play as anything, what would you wanna do? I mean, we got to do one of my fantasies, what’s one of yours?” He sits up to look at you.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! We should do what you wanna do too, it’s not all about me.”

“Okay, the butt stuff was something we both wanted, whether you believe that or not. So you can stop feeling guilty.”

“I don’t fe-“

“Yes you do, I can tell. We’ll do it again, trust me.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Anyways, I know you don’t wanna fuck in your office, so we could just use the loft, but I’ve had this…fantasy of you being like this…I don’t know CEO or something, somebody hire up, and I’m like your….assistant or something.” You hadn’t expected Harry’s fantasy of you to be so dominant. You were intrigued.

“Please, go on.”

“And well…there’s like all this tension between us right? Because, you can’t fuck your assistant, that’s against the rules. And I feel the tension too, but I can’t fuck my boss.” You bite your inner cheek to try not to laugh. This was very well thought out. “So, like, here’s the scene, so there’s one night we’re working late. You’re crazy overworked.” You nod. “And then I’m there, and I’m like you know what you need? To get fucked. Oh, I forgot to mention, you’re mean to everyone but me. So, I’m like you need to get fucked.”

“And how do you get me to agree to it?”

“I come in with a bottle of wine and two glasses, and I’m like let’s take a break.”

“Okay.”

“And then, I say you look tense, I could rub your shoulders. And you’re a little buzzed from the wine, so you roll with it, and-“

“There’s a lot of build up here.”

“Shh, I’m getting to it. So then, I’m like I can’t really get at you, let’s take your jacket off Miss Y/L/N, and you’re like okay. Then when I massage you skin to skin you start moaning, and it just escalates from there.”

“Oh it does?”

“Mhm, I fuck you on the desk, and then we have to keep it a secret. We say it was a one time thing, but we don’t mean it.”

“And you just came up with this elaborate fantasy all on your own?”

“Well…mostly…some…one of my romance novels sort of had a similar plot. But man, thinking of you like that, it really gets me going.”

“So even though I’m the CEO, you’re still the one to ultimately seduce me?”

“Yeah, you’re too much of a goodie goodie to break the rules.” He smirks.

“Well shit, guess I’ll just have to surprise you with that sometime.”

“You’d be into all that?”

“Would you wear your glasses?”

“Sure.”

“Yeah, I’d be into all of that.” He beams at you.

“I love you, so much. You are so the girl for me.” He chuckles and kisses you all over your face.

“I love you too, doll.”

He lays back down on your chest, and you play with his hair while you continue with your pillow talk. Eventually you both drift off. Harry was the perfect guy for you. Sure you had your ups and downs, but what couples didn’t? Every day you felt so lucky to be with him, but you were feeling that way now more than ever.

[maaarine]

MBTI Typing Index: Names Q-T

Name starts with: A B, C D, E F,  G H, I J K L, M N O P, Q R S T, U V W X Y Z.

Christian QUESADA (ESTJ)

Sara QUIN (ENTP)

Tegan QUIN (ENTP)

Zoë QUINN (INFP)

Daniel RADCLIFFE (ENFP)

Dennis RADER (ISTJ)

Charlotte RAMPLING (INFJ)

Gordon RAMSAY (ESTJ)

Giuliana RANCIC (ESFJ)

Ayn RAND (ISTJ)

Megan RAPINOE (ESTP)

Naval RAVIKANT (INTJ)

Jeremy RENNER (ISTP)

Raphaëlle RICCI (INTJ)

Damien RICE (INFP)

Tim RICE-OXLEY (INFJ)

Keith RICHARDS (ESTP)

Jon RICHARDSON (INTJ)

Alan RICKMAN (INTJ)

Tom RIDGEWELL (ENTP)

Ransom RIGGS (INFP)

Rihanna / Robyn FENTY (ESTP)

Guy RITCHIE (ENTJ)

Joan RIVERS (ESFP)

Robert REDFORD (INFJ)

Vanessa REDGRAVE (INFJ)

Eddie REDMAYNE (INFP)

Norman REEDUS (ISFP)

Keanu REEVES (ISFP)

Ryan REYNOLDS (ENTP)

Trent REZNOR (INFP)

Shonda RHIMES (ENFJ)

Mel ROBBINS (ENTJ)

Michel ROCARD (ENTJ)

Dennis RODMAN (ESTP)

Olivia RODRIGO (ESFJ)

Michelle RODRIGUEZ (ESTP)

Joe ROGAN (ESTP)

Seth ROGEN (ENTP)

Fred ROGERS (INFP)

Maggie ROGERS (INFP)

Cristiano RONALDO (ESTP)

Mark RONSON (ISFP)

Sally ROONEY (INFJ)

Arden ROSE (ENFP)

Tracee Ellis ROSS (ENFP)

Eric ROTH (INFJ)

Philip ROTH (ENTP)

Kristen ROUPENIAN (ENFP)

Mickey ROURKE (ESTP)

Joanne K. ROWLING (INFJ)

Arundhati ROY (INFJ)

Mark RUFFALO (ISFP)

RuPaul / RuPaul CHARLES (ENFP)

Bertrand RUSSELL (ENTP)

Winona RYDER (INFP)

Mark RYLANCE (INFP)

Anna SACCONE JOLY (ISFJ)

Jonathan SACCONE JOLY (ESFP)

Oliver SACKS (INFP)

Sade / Sade ADU (ISFP)

Claire SAFFITZ (ENFJ)

Sebastião SALGADO (INFJ)

Jonas SALK (INTJ)

Sheryl SANDBERG (ENFJ)

Thomas SANDERS (ENFP)

Adam SANDLER (ESTP)

Susan SARANDON (ENFP)

Michel SARDOU (ESTJ)

Anita SARKEESIAN (ENFJ)

Nicolas SARKOZY (ESTJ)

Jean-Paul SARTRE (INTP)

Marjane SATRAPI (ENFP)

Reshma SAUJANI (ENFJ)

Adam SAVAGE (ENTP)

Antonin SCALIA (ESTJ)

Matthias SCHOENAERTS (ISTP)

Amy SCHUMER (ENFP)

Arnold SCHWARZENEGGER (ENTJ)

Andrew SCOTT (INFP)

Ridley SCOTT (ENTJ)

Roy SCRANTON (INTJ)

Roger SCRUTON (INTJ)

John SEARLE (ENTP)

Amy SEDARIS (ENFP)

David SEDARIS (INTP)

Jerry SEINFELD (ENTJ)

Jason SEGEL (ENFP)

Léa SEYDOUX (ISFP)

Elif SHAFAK (INFP)

Faiza SHAHEEN (ENFJ)

Yara SHAHIDI (ENFJ)

Shakira / Shakira RIPOLL (ESFJ)

Tupac SHAKUR (ENFP)

Michael SHANNON (ISTP)

Ben SHAPIRO (ESTJ)

Maria SHARAPOVA (ENTJ)

Robert SHEEHAN (ENFP)

Michael SHEEN (ENFP)

Judith SHEINDLIN (ESTJ)

Dax SHEPARD (ENTP)

Amy SHERMAN-PALLADINO (ENFP)

Kiernan SHIPKA (ESFJ)

David SHRIGLEY (INTP)

SIA / Sia FURLER (ENFP)

Daniel SIEGEL (INFJ)

Jason SILVA (ENFP)

Nate SILVER (INTP)

Sarah SILVERMAN (ENFP)

David SIMON (INFJ)

Paul SIMON (INFP)

Nina SIMONE (INFP)

O.J. SIMPSON (ESTP)

Lily SINGH (ENFP)

Tarsem SINGH (ENFP)

Troye SIVAN (ISFP)

Jojo SIWA (ESFP)

Jenny SLATE (ENFP)

Leïla SLIMANI (INFJ)

Jorja SMITH (ISFP)

Kiki SMITH (INFP)

Patti SMITH (INFP)

Sam SMITH (ESFP)

Will SMITH (ESFP)

Zadie SMITH (INFJ)

Edward SNOWDEN (INTJ)

Timothy SNYDER (INTJ)

Zack SNYDER (ESFP)

Salvador SOBRAL (INFP)

Steven SODERBERGH (ENTJ)

Soko / Stéphanie SOKOLINSKI (ENFP)

Solange / Solange KNOWLES (ISFP)

Rebecca SOLNIT (INFP)

Julien SOLOMITA (ESTP)

Stephen SONDHEIM (INTJ)

Susan SONTAG (INTJ)

Aaron SORKIN (INTP)

Sonia SOTOMAYOR (ENTJ)

Gareth SOUTHGATE (ISTJ)

Kevin SPACEY (ENTJ)

James SPADER (INTP)

Britney SPEARS (ISFJ)

Regina SPEKTOR (INFP)

Tori SPELLING (ISFJ)

Diana SPENCER (ISFP)

Steven SPIELBERG (INFP)

Baruch SPINOZA (INTP)

Bruce SPRINGSTEEN (ISFP)

Cole SPROUSE (ENTP)

St. Vincent / Annie CLARK (INFJ)

Lakeith STANFIELD (ISTP)

Joey STARR (ESTP)

Gwen STEFANI (ESFP)

Gloria STEINEM (ENTJ)

Amandla STENBERG (INFP)

Dan STEVENS (ENFJ)

Michael STEVENS (ENTP)

Sufjan STEVENS (INFJ)

Jon STEWART (ENTP)

Kristen STEWART (ISTP)

Martha STEWART (ENFJ)

Rory STEWART (INTJ)

Michael STIPE (INFP)

Emma STONE (ENFP)

Stormzy / Michael OMARI (ESFP)

Meryl STREEP (ENFJ)

Donna STRICKLAND (ENTJ)

Jeremy STRONG (INFP)

Bjarne STROUSTRUP (INTP)

Michael STUHLBARG (INFP)

Nicola STURGEON (ENTJ)

Tom STURRIDGE (INFP)

Harry STYLES (ESFP)

Zoe SUGG (ESFJ)

Taylor SWIFT (ESFJ)

Tilda SWINTON (INTP)

Kara SWISHER (ENTJ)

Omar SY (ESFP)

Oli SYKES (ISFP)

Wanda SYKES (ESFP)

Amber TAMBLYN (ENFP)

Tamino / Tamino FOUAD (ISFP)

Terence TAO (INTP)

Quentin TARANTINO (ENTP)

Donna TARTT (INFJ)

Elizabeth TAYLOR (ESFP)

Aaron TAYLOR-JOHNSON (ISFP)

Sam TAYLOR-JOHNSON (ISFP)

Tekashi69 / 6ix9ine / Daniel HERNANDEZ (ESTP)

Miles TELLER (ESTP)

David TENNANT (ENFP)

Nikola TESLA (INTP)

Virgil TEXAS (INTP)

Michelle THALLER (ENTP)

Margaret THATCHER (ESTJ)

The Weeknd / Abel TESFAYE (ISFP)

Charlize THERON (ENTJ)

Louis THEROUX (ENTP)

Peter THIEL (INTP)

Clarence THOMAS (ESTJ)

Kristin Scott THOMAS (ENTJ)

Emma THOMPSON (ENTP)

Maura TIERNEY (ISTP)

Meg TILLY (INFP)

Krista TIPPETT (INFJ)

Lily TOMLIN (ENTP)

Louis TOMLINSON (ENFP)

Giulio TONONI (INTJ)

Meghan TRAINOR (ESFP)

Joachim TRIER (ENFJ)

Donald TRUMP (ESTP)

Ivanka TRUMP (ISFJ)

Alan TUDYK (ENTP)

Cenzo TUIHANI (ISFP)

Alex TURNER (INTP)

Sophie TURNER (ESFP)

Tina TURNER (ESFP)

Jeff TWEEDY (INFP)

Liv TYLER (ISFP)

Name starts with: A B, C D, E F,  G H, I J K L, M N O P, Q R S T, U V W X Y Z.