#ray harris smut

[mandowifey]

Right Place, Right Time; CH 3.

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, P in V unsafe sex, oral (f receiving), counter sex, mostly clothed sex, a sprinkle of degradation, teasing, just the tip, sort of cum eating, nipple play, biting, marking, begging, demanding Ray, Au!Dark vibes Ray, porn with plot.

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Winter came harsh as it always had and buried your town in heavy white blankets. Chimneys smoked and the older folks would offer five dollars to the local boys to plow their driveways. A snow day closed schools and you were bouncing beside your mother along the path leading towards your home. You were ten, bundled in jackets with a beanie warming your scalp and fur lined snow boots to protect your feet. While your nose went pink and stung from the bite of the wind, you relished watching your breath waft from your mouth.

“Honey, look over there, by the trees, do you see it?”

Your mother crouched and pointed, guiding your vibrant eyes towards a line of barren trees. But you saw nothing.

“Mama, I don’t see- “

“Shh! Look, right below that tree.”

You strain and manage to make out the shape of a white rabbit. Its ears forward and alert, eyes seemingly on you now. A smile stretched across your features, delight warming your insides as you gazed upon the small creature. Eagerly, you begin to prowl forward with loud, clumsy crunches in the snow. You wanted nothing more than to touch this animal, to get closer and steal a better look.

A firm hand catches your arm, and you are pulled backwards into the warmth of your mother’s body.

“You can’t do that, Y/n.” Her voice was soft and kind.

“Why?”

She chuckles and drops her chin to your shoulder. Both of you quietly admire the rabbit. “Because you will scare it, and it will run.”

The words make little sense to you.

“But I won’t hurt it!”

Hands close around your stomach and squeeze you gently.

“Doesn’t matter. Everything is dangerous to a rabbit.”

Your eyes are caught in the creature’s stare. Fixed pupils and twitching ears as though it could hear you both. Maybe it could. The rabbit watches you, transfixed, thinking, ready to run the minute you make a move. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it took off, causing you to gasp.

“Why did it run? We didn’t go near it.” You were dismayed.

As your mother stands, she takes your gloved hand in her own and makes a non-committal sound in the back of her throat.

“It must have heard something.”

“Something dangerous?” You chirp, following in step with her.

She smiles and squeezes your hand.

“Yes, something dangerous.”

○ ○

The smell of burnt food roused you from your sleep.

In the transition from dreams to reality, you found yourself disoriented. This was not your bed, and the walls surrounding you told you it was also not your house. A dull ache bloomed between your legs and you groan as you push yourself up. Last night came back to you, and you recalled the stranger you had followed home. When your eyes adjusted to the hazy bedroom interior you brought your attention to your naked body, still raw and sex stained from the encounter before. You felt bare and vulnerable in this strange place, and shifted onto your feet to search for your clothes.

Head aching, you gather the scattered remains of your outfit and dress as you go, already rehearsing your excuse for why you slept over and that you were going to walk back to the bar to get your ride. When you composed yourself, you walk out the bedroom door and into the hall. You linger when you pass the basement, worrying yourself that this exchange would be awkward. Stepping into the kitchen and steeling yourself, you drew a breath.

“Hey,”

The kitchen was empty.

A plate with scrambled eggs, toast and very burnt sausage patties sat on the counter with a note beside it. Curious, you step closer and pick up the hand written letter.

‘Ran to get gas. Be back shortly, help yourself to whatever. Enjoy the food. – R’

Your eyes flick towards the plate again and like clockwork your stomach growled. While you weren’t hungover, your mouth was dry and that told you food and water would solve your headache. Grabbing the plate but not bothering with silverware, you bring your stuff to the tiny dining table and hurry to fill a cup with water from the sink. Finally seated, you finger eggs onto the toast and eat the lukewarm meal gratefully. Even cold, the grease from the sausage and salt from the eggs melted down your throat and eased the tension from your forehead.

After destroying your meal and polishing off two glasses of water, you felt better. Ray had left dishes in the sink which you decided to clean as a thank you – and to kill time. There was a small window that gave you a view of the backyard and dense lining of trees surrounding the property. Your eyes catch on a small shape near the edge, but it bolts before you can get a good look. Drying your hands, you jump at the sound of keys in a lock.

Now you could get the awkward part over with.

The door swings wide as Ray steps in, dawned in his leather jacket like the night before. You smile and fold your arms, feeling a tug in your loins. Beer goggles or not, Ray Harris was a handsome man. Though now in the light of day you could see his age. You knew he was older than you, but now that you could clearly see the lines etched into his skin, you realized just how significant it was. As warmth pooled in your stomach, Ray tosses his jacket on the back of a chair and kicks the door closed with the back of his boot. He catches your eyes and smirks.

“Hey kiddo, how’d you sleep?”

Tension eases off your shoulders as your cheeks go pink.

“Oh, hi- yeah, I, well, great I think,”

You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on your teacher. Ray crosses the room towards you in three strides and he slips his arm around your hips as he leans in. His mouth was on yours before you could speak again. The man tasted of mint with a hint of tobacco, which you got to taste as his tongue forces past your teeth and swipes across yours. Head spinning, you snap your hands to cup his cheeks, kissing him with equal vigor. So much for feeling awkward.

He was moving you backwards, using his larger frame to guide you until you bumped into the kitchen island. Your lips were crashing together obscenely loud, and Ray devoured your mouth like it was his last day on Earth. You cannot help the mewl that stutters in the back of your throat as your hands wander down the expanse of his torso. Breaking the kiss, Ray peppers soft pecks along your jaw and you turn your head to offer your throat. He rumbles, licking over your velvety flesh before biting down hard enough to draw a gasp.

Ray was a man possessed. His large, strong hands pawing your sides and groping your breasts by the fistful. He couldn’t get enough of you. “Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, had shit to do.” His voice is like thunder against your skin. “Woulda fucked you first thing.” He added, suddenly hoisting you up to sit on the edge of the islands top. You were reeling, your ability to form a coherent sentence long gone now that lust had made your brain blow a fuse.

All you could think of was him and how much more you needed.

You reach down and pull your dress up to your hips, exposing the soaked fabric of your panties. This prompted Ray to draw back, watching as you widen your legs to offer him everything he wanted. Those husky eyes of his taking in every inch of you like a hungry animal. A wolfish grin sprawled over his face and exposed edged, predatorial teeth as he reached down to fumble and open his belt.

“Looks like my girl wants it too.”

He effortlessly takes his cock out while simultaneously pushing your panties to the side. Ray draws in a breath, able to smell the delectable heat of your cunt from there. You blush, leaning back onto your palms to brace yourself. The older man slots between your legs and tugs you closer to the edge, your ass nearly hanging off as he guides himself against your folds. “Damn, missed this fucking cunt,” He sighs as his swollen tip nudges your tight opening. “Let’s see if it missed me.” You see a flash of teeth before Ray drives inside of you to the hilt.

A cry erupts from deep inside of you. His cock filling you to near painful degrees and the tip nudging near your cervix. Chest heaving, you lift one of your legs to drape over his shoulder as your cunt resizes around him. The dull ache from earlier long forgotten as he stretches you. Ray’s head turned to kiss your knee while his hands encompassed your hips in a grip that would certainly bruise. “That’s it.” He purred, before pulling his hips back.

You feel empty, but only for a moment before he drives himself inside a second time, then a third. Each impact jerking your body upwards, forcing loud cries to spill from your lips. The burn of the friction mixed with the head of his cock nudging dangerously close to your end had you coming undone. Ray was watching you as he rocked his hips steadily, building up his momentum gradually. You whine as he leans over you and pecks your lips, smiling impishly against them. “You like that? Splitting open on my cock?”

The lewdness makes your head turn and eyes fly shut. Your cunt betrays you as it twitches and squeezes around him, making the older man grunt in surprise. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You don’t need to see him to know he toted a smug expression. You groan as his hips begin to rabbit into you, your body bouncing rapidly now as you suddenly drop onto your back and cry out for him. One of your hands covers your face, trying to conceal how utterly fucked out you were.

Ray hunkers over you and suddenly rips the top of your dress down, exposing your tits. You shriek, canting your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as something familiar builds inside of you. He’s stoking your flame, pushing rapidly towards your peak. His hand finds purchase around your throat, squeezing hard enough to limit your air flow. Mouth gaping, you swing your hand away from your face and knock what remained on the countertop away. You’re howling, becoming an uncontrollable animal below him as he rocked viciously hard inside you. The man groans, leaning over to look at your face and admire how red you got. “T-that’s it, that’s it.” His voice came in heavy pants, becoming winded in his old age.

Nothing mattered outside this moment. Ray hammering inside you, oozing precum along your walls while you squelched noisily around him. Both of you were panting now, your body twitching and writhing while your nails sought purchase. You grab at his arm and he tightens his grip around your neck until you see spots. That was it, and within three more full body thrusts you felt him break you. A strangled scream bursts forth and you throw your head back, convulsing and shaking as you cum. Your walls bare down onto his cock, squeezing erratically and milking him for all he’s worth.

Ray was encouraging you, his own thrusts sloppy and uneven. He could feel how you tightened and nearly threatened to force him out, but he kept rocking. When he could take it no longer, he put both hands on your hips and threw his entire weight into you, trying to drive his cock further than before. Giving a choked groan, his eyes shut tightly and head fell to your breasts as he came. You could feel the twitch of his orgasm pulsing inside of you, and knew the searing warmth you felt was his cum painting your insides. Mindlessly stroking his greying hair, you relax finally as you try to catch your breath.

The two of you remained connected, breathing each other’s air and decompressing while your hearts attempted to find a normal rhythm. Ray kissed your breasts and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp softly and arch. He rumbles and pops his lips off before smiling and licking around the pert bud slowly. “T-hanks for u-uh, breakfast.” You managed to stammer, your cunt fluttering around him.

Ray sucked it back between his lips and gave a low ‘mhm’ around you, his hips lazily pushing and dragging his softened cock inside of you. Your head was spinning from all the stimulation, and your blunt nails dig into his scalp. You felt on fire, every nerve ending hyper sensitive now. After just a few moments, Ray lifts off of you and begrudgingly slides out. The emptiness that follows made you shudder, and you sit up to look at him.

“Get in the shower.”

You raise your brows, a shiver running down your spine at the intensity of his command.

“Gonna join me?” You chirp as you slip off the island. Your legs were wobbly now and you grip at him for support. Ray had put himself away before he wrapped an arm around you. He wore a smile as he leaned down and kissed into your hair. “Since you asked so nicely, sure.”

Leading you to the bathroom, Ray opened the door and flicked the switch on. It was simple, a little messy which didn’t surprise you at all. What did catch your attention was the broken mirror. You were no forensic scientist but you’d seen enough punched mirrors to know what one looked like. Catching your gaze, Ray shrugged. “Accidents happen, especially when booze is involved.” His dismissive nature was charming, and you liked how uninterested he felt about things.

“Like last night?”

He heaved a laugh as he opened the curtain and turned on the water. “Is that what you think?” His voice was an amused hum. Your eyes follow along his strong arms and admire his tattoos, before drifting down and catching his hands. The noticeable veins and bruised knuckles made you feel hot in the face. “I didn’t say that, you did.” You shrug, still smiling. When he finished setting the temperature he turned and looked down at you in thought.

“That was no accident, and if you think I regret it, I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done.”

The space between you both was tense. Eyes locked and unflinching as you stared one another down with the shower hissing in the background. Closing the distance, you pull him down by the shoulders and kiss him unlike anyone you have ever kissed before. His arms fly around you as he stumbles from your weight knocking into his. He kisses back with equal fervor, knocking your teeth together in a battle of dominance. Ray felt consumed by you, encompassed by that youthful energy you had and wanting to bury himself within it forever. His tongue rolls with yours while his lips clash. He brought one of his hands up to cup the back of your head and keep you in place.

A whimper escaped your throat as you lap at his mouth, desperate to take anything he gave. You were wet, leaking his cum down your thighs and aching for more. You’d never felt this way before, something about Ray lit fireworks off inside your belly and robbed you of common sense. When he breaks the kiss, he chuckles at the line of spit connecting you both. “Needy girl.” He wipes his mouth before kissing your forehead. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Ray, fuck I need you.” Part of you felt pathetic to beg, the other part didn’t care.

Ray smiles and touches your chin to tilt your head back and kiss you gently. “Get in the shower.”

There was a comfort in the playfulness of your rapport. Something about Ray made it easy for you to get along with him. He didn’t look at you like the younger men did. You enjoyed the way he grabbed you and kissed you, like he feared the end was coming. Smiling against his mouth, you nip at his lips and draw backwards to climb in. Water splashes your skin in a comforting, warm embrace and you sigh loudly in relief. You couldn’t recall the last time you showered – shamefully. After you rinse your hair, you steal a glance in his direction and realize he has not moved. Standing with a shoulder against the wall, Ray folded his arms over his chest and observed you in his shower.

“Like what you see?”

The man chuckles quietly and nods. “I do.” He rolled his wrist with a finger pointed. “Turn around for me.”

Heat burns your cheeks, and you laugh, doing a slow twirl for him before turning to face him again. “Not like you haven’t seen it all already.” A smile tugs on your lips, and you lean your shoulders against the cool tiled wall. Ray tilts his head before shrugging. “Well, not sober, at least,” he pauses, “Does it hurt?” His hand gestures to his throat, and you look confused.

Ray grabs his phone and opens the front facing camera to show you.

At first, you hardly recognized yourself. It had been too long since you saw your own reflection. “Jesus Christ.” You frown and tilt your chin up while looking at the camera. A band of bruised skin wrapped around your throat. As you try to recall last night, you notice the bitemarks on your shoulders and neck that you didn’t remember receiving. “God, Ray, you really know how to mark a girl.” There is some humor in your tone, but not much. You enjoyed the idea of being rough, but this seemed a little too much.

A notification pings on the top of the screen, you catch a name, Raymond, before he yanks the phone away from you and shoves it into his back pocket. “Sorry about that. I got a little over excited.” He explained, pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. “Never got to fuck someone as young n’ pretty as you.” He smirked as he winked, and your stomach went into knots. You huff a laugh and flick water at him before turning back to the stream. “Just get in here.”

He disrobes and steps in behind you. The barrel of his chest and thick stomach pressing into your back as he draws the curtain shut. Steam rises around you both, and you sigh while leaning into him. Two powerful arms slip around your stomach, and he pulls you firmly against him, his mouth pecking at your shoulder. Turning, you lean up and kiss him again under the stream of water. His lips chase yours, swallowing you whole as he nudges you up against the shower wall, your lips smacking together noisily.

You can’t help but groan as he places a hand on your breast, his thumb swiping over your pert nipple before he pinches it gently. A soft cry escapes your lips, and you arch into his touch. “Y-you’re fuckin’ killing me.” You gasp into his mouth, tasting his tongue and groaning around it. Ray smirks, pecking your lips again before pulling back.

“Not yet.”

The shower was pleasant. Ray seemed to enjoy washing your hair and admiring your body with his large, calloused hands. He even leaned down and let you lather shampoo into his own tresses, his eyes closed and expression at peace as he relished in your touch. Aside from a little squeezing here and there, Ray didn’t make another move. It had been intimate, close, enjoyable. You felt closer to him than you had before going in. After, you step out and meticulously dry your body before your hair and watch as Ray swipes his head with his own towel before wrapping it leisurely around his hips.

Ray takes you in, his eyes scoring your frame before he hums and tugs your towel away from you. “Missed a couple spots, kiddo.” As you begin to argue, Ray drops his head to your collar and licks a small bead of liquid from your skin. The strike of his hot tongue makes your breath catch in your throat, and a soft whine escapes your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He mumbles, dragging his mouth down and sucking your breast between his lips. He lathes you with his tongue, rolling over your nipple as well as the areola. Ray moans against you, popping his mouth off noisily before focusing on the other breast and repeating the process.

“God,” You sigh, your mouth open and head back as your fingers weave into his greying locks. The suction caused your thighs to press together and your hips to squirm. Pulling his head back with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop’, Ray seals his mouth over yours. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it showed. Licking into your mouth and over your teeth, he fondles your breasts before reluctantly moving backwards. “C’mon, with me.” Your head spun as he took your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. Giggling softly, you fall onto your back on the bed and look up at him through your lashes.

Lingering above you, Ray feels the blood redirect to his cock once again. Not since his youth had he been able to recover and get hard so soon. You did something to him that he could not explain. “Open up for me. Let me see you.” His voice was husky and demanding, making butterflies soar in your stomach. You hadn’t felt shy the first time you fucked but now you were quite bashful. “Don’t make me ask again, kid.” He warns, removing his towel from his waist and letting it crumble to the floor around his ankles. You squeak, then part your knees.

Watching you open for him, Ray looked down at the junction of your legs. Your soft folds, pink and glistening with slick, and your little opening, oozing his cum from earlier. Wordlessly, Ray drops to his knees and grabs your hips to tug you towards the edge of the mattress. You gasp, then shriek as his warm mouth encompasses your pussy. Giving a quick lick over your slit, Ray presses a sloppy kiss to your clit before bumping it with his nose. Sparks set off under your skin and your stomach begins to tighten. You cry for him, a hand winding into his hair once more.

“Spread yourself for me.” He rumbles, sucking another kiss to the puffy bud at the apex of your cunt. “Now.” You quickly bring your hand between your legs and use your fingers to open your folds for him. Now with your clit exposed, Ray kisses your knuckles as a thanks. “Good girl.” His tongue flicks out against the underside before he sucks his lips around it gently. You keen, your thighs trembling as you buck up towards his mouth, chasing that delectable suction. “R-ray, f-fuck.” You mewl again, chasing his mouth with your thrusts.

The man hums around you, rolling his tongue in slow circles around the bud before sucking it between his lips. Ray enjoyed your taste, your flavor, everything about you that made you unique to him. He places his hands on the back of your knees and suddenly lifts upward, forcing you to bend at the waist. Ray shakes his head against you, lapping and sucking your cunt with reckless abandon. Your sounds only spur him further, and he moans around your sopping flesh. You could feel yourself rising fast, and Ray knew it. The way your breathing shuddered, and you began to gasp uncontrollably, followed by the twitches in your muscles and the tightening of your vocal cords.

Right as you were on the edge of release, he stops. Groaning in dismay, you look down at him through hazy orbs and stare questioningly. You wanted to ask why, to scream and yell and demand he finish you off, but no words came to mind. Brain fuzzy, all you could do was watch as Ray lifted to his full height and wrapped his fist around the base of his now fully erect cock. “Such a messy little thing,” He sighs, tapping the mushroom tip of his head against your mound.

“Ray- “

“So desperate too. My girl wants to cum so bad, doesn’t she?” He continues, dragging his head through your folds and stopping when the tip bumped your swollen clit.

Your body jerks and your back lifts slightly, a frustrated whine building inside of you. You wring your hands through the blankets below and try not to let him see how much his taunting is getting you off. “Please,” You whine finally. “Please f-fuck me, I wanna cum.” The humiliation causes your face to burn red and your stomach to twist. If you weren’t still teetering on the edge of cumming, you would’ve told him to fuck off. A smile dawns on his face and he bucks his hips twice, bumping his tip against your clit again before he drags down towards your soaked opening.

“I don’t know,” He sighed. “Sounds like you’re being a bit demanding.” Ray used his thumb to spread your folds before dipping his cock inside of you. You keen, then whine once more when you realize he stopped after only giving you the tip. “Still not any better, princess?” Ray brings his hand to your pubic bone and presses down gently, before his thick thumb begins to pad your throbbing clit. When you cry out, he stops moving it but keeps the pressure applied. “Uh-oh,”

You felt strung above a cliff, unable to dive off no matter how badly you wanted to. The heat that had simmered in your stomach was now molten hot, driving you further into your frenzy. Ray was barely stretching you and already you were twitching around him, your cunt trying its best to draw him further inside. Watching you intently, Ray smiles and pets your clit with his thumb. “You feel so good around me baby girl. So hot, so tight.” He sighed and gave a half thrust, pushing his head only a centimeter in before popping it back out. You groan, shuddering at the loss of him, before whimpering as he pushes it back inside, stretching you around him once more.

Ray grunts. He wets his lips and flares his nostrils in a huff as he watches you carefully. “Ray,” you pule softly, “I’m – please, I need you, it hurts, please.” There was sincerity in your words. His thumb had kept you close to that edge for long enough, and now you were ready to fall. Ray smiles and slowly begins to push inside, stopping inch by inch just to hear you whine again. When he gets halfway, he stops. His cock stretches inside of you, the bulbous tip nudged against your g-spot and making your breathing quicken.

“Say you’re mine.”

You don’t think about it, because you don’t care.

“I’m yours, f-fuck I’m yours Ray!” You wheek again, near tears now.

When he finally relents, it’s explosive. Ray groans and sinks inside of you with a noisy plap, his stomach taking over for his thumb and pressing down on your clit. Your hands fly upwards, grasping into his wrists and holding on as the world floated around you. “Fuck,” He growls, drawing out halfway before he slams in again. He decides on a quick and hard pace. Your skin impacting noisily, and the bed frame hits the wall each time he crams completely within. You are shrieking, your cunt squelching around him obscenely loud as he drove himself deep. Mouth hanging open, you drag your nails into his arms and throw your head back, crying out and babbling for him. Nothing makes sense, nothing matters, only him.

Ray pounds inside of you like he hates you. “You belong to me,” He strains between grunts, his left hand closing around your throat. “Mine. Mine!” He snaps, leaning his weight into his thrusts now and jerking your body up the bed with each one. You are screaming now, fireworks popping behind your eyelids as your muscles tense and pleasure bursts inside of you in waves.

Clenching down around him, your cunt bears down on him as you cum. Ray follows shortly after you, bucking you through your orgasm before locking your pelvises together. He groans at the heavenly squeeze around his dick, meticulously pulling rope after rope of hot cum from him. He pants, dropping his head down and releasing your neck as he kisses you.

As he slows, you realize he’s pulling out and climbing into the bed beside you. The two of you are breathless, and he has rendered you boneless. The aftershocks of your orgasm still cause you to weakly clench and shudder, your thighs still shivering as well. Turning your body, you curl into him and kiss at what skin you can. Ray wraps his arms around you and squeezes you gently, kissing into your hair as he pants. There were a lot of things heavy on his mind now. All of them pertaining to you.

When you felt like you could speak, you lift your head and look up at him, catching him in thought. “You’re something else, Mister.” You grin, flashing your teeth playfully when you notice the corner of his mouth tugging. “Well, the same can be said about you.” Ray turns to meet your gaze, his azure orbs lidded with exhaustion. Smiling, you lean into him with what strength you have left and peck his mouth before flopping your head to his shoulder. Laying in silence, you settle yourself as your heartbeat returns to normal and your lungs settle. You lay a hand on his chest and trace invisible lines and patterns across his skin.

“Who’s Raymond?” You ask finally.

He's quiet for a moment. “My brother.”

“Oh, - wait, really?”

“Mhm.”

You were smiling, your fingers stopping in their tracks while you shift to look up at him. “Raymond and Ray? You’re joking.” Ray looks at you and his brows vex. “My father liked to fuck with us. He’d call me Raymond and him Ray, get us all confused, try to say one was the other.” Sighed the man as he pets his fingers into your hair at the base of your skull. “Pain in my ass, my brother.” You lay your head down and consider what he’s told you, finding the reveal of information to be enlightening. Humming, you close your eyes and think about what he said.

“You two close?”

Ray remained silent, his head back and eyes transfixed on the rotating ceiling fan’s blades. He sucks his teeth and licks over each one in the front before breathing a sigh. “We used to be.” The man withdrew from you and sat up, shifting himself to sit at the edge of the bed. Confused, you scoot into him and put your head to his shoulder, giving him a moment of silence. You weren’t a mind reader, but based on the quiet, heated conversation he had the other night on the phone, and how he seemed reluctant to talk about him, you could put together that his family was a sore subject.

He appreciated your touch, finding the closeness comforting. Heaving a sigh, Ray shifts his shoulders, and you lift to look at him thoughtfully. “You hungry?” He asks, rising to his feet and crossing the room to his dresser, looking for boxers. Touching your stomach, you consider before nodding. “Sure, I could eat.” Smiling, you slip off the bed and stand up. “How about you take me back into town and we go for dinner before getting my car?” You offer, looking around for the clothes you’ve left behind. Ray pauses, not looking at you before he finishes hiking up his shorts. He dresses in jeans and grabs a wrinkled, white wife-beater to throw on with it.

The tension in the quiet makes tugs your nerves. You felt awkward suddenly, like you had said the wrong thing and upset him. “Not like I’m trying to run away or anything,” you add quickly, offering a shy smile. “I just don’t wanna be a burden or overstay my welcome.” Ray glances at you and visibly relaxes. “You aren’t.” He smiles and pops a mint into his mouth, sucking on it as he thinks. “Why don’t we take my ride and go get something to eat. Grab your car and you come back here with me? Stay the weekend?” He offered, dropping the plastic wrap on the floor. A smile branches across your face, the uncertainty gone as your heart throbs.

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

You dress yourself in old clothes and slip into your shoes. Ray grabs you as you both walk towards the front door, laughing. He dodges your swatting hands and grins as he slaps your ass before opening the door for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had fun like this. No strings attached, just two people enjoying each other’s company and having a great time. Ray locks the door behind you, and you bounce down the front steps and into the grass, your eyes flicking to the tree line again as he starts for his car.

Standing near the bushes, you could make out a vaguely familiar shape. Once your eyes come to focus, you gasp quietly as you realize it’s a lovely little white rabbit. Its ears twitch as it notices you. You both watch one another before it suddenly vanishes into the underbrush. Smiling brightly, you turn your head and walk towards the passenger side of Ray’s car. When you climb in, you grunt and pull the door closed as he’s turning on the engine.

“You get a lot of rabbits out here?” You ask, adjusting the air vents on your side.

Ray looks at you as you buckle up, and he sucks the mint in thought. “Not anymore,” He leans back and checks the rearview as the car begins to reverse. You look at him again and push your hand through your hair. “What do you mean?” You chirp, unable to resist the urge to ask. As Ray backs you both onto the dirt road and gets you going in the right direction, he sighs and reaches for the radio.

“Wolves got ‘em.”

[wayward-persephone]

For any of the ethan boys:

Casual fingering. Just laying down next to one another, just watching a movie or one of you is reading a book…and he reaches over ands lips his big hand under your panties and just starts lazily fingering you without a care in the world.

Ooohh I love that idea 🥵

I'm gonna talk about Ray Harris because I can just see him doing this 😏

He would be a PRO at casual fingering you.

He would absolutely do this in public too, but would prefer the comfort of being in your own home curled up together just relaxing.

He would slip his large dexterous fingers past your panties and into your cunt before you even knew what he was doing. Playing with your clit almost absentmindedly if you are watching tv together or pressing sweet kisses against your shoulder as you grumble from being disturbed from your nap. Either way he moves his fingers lazily and at a pace that soon leaves you whimpering and arching against him, but he just hums and shushes you gently. Playing with your dripping pussy and swollen clit as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

By the time he gets his fingers inside you, you are sobbing in pleasure as he purrs sweet nonsense in your ear, and he eventually takes mercy on you and let's you ride his fingers until you come wailing his name. Then he keeps his fingers pressed against you until he decides that he wants to play again.

[peachie-ghoul]

Wanted to post the drawing i did based off of @mandowifey ‘s fic on its own, so here!

[cassie48]

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙩 2

Masterlist part one

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴛᴡɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ : ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ break

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : ᴛᴡɪɴᴄᴇsᴛ, ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ, ᴋɪssɪɴɢ.

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When your mother had tasked you and Jacaerys with researching about your bloodline, you were excited. You were eager to know more about your family.

However once you and your brother began the task it became more boring and frustrating than anything else. You had read through countless books, but you found no possible candidates.

Sighing, you turned the page of the book you were reading. This caught the attention of Jacaerys who looked at you with a questioning look on his face.

“Bored, sister?” He teased, knowing you were insanely bored. He was too. He offered to help you when your mother requested you do it. He didn’t want to leave you with the job alone.

You nodded, hugging as yet again nothing was of use from the book you read. You slammed it shut with frustration evident in your features.

Jacaerys smirked at your actions, closing his own book in a less dramatic way. You lay your head in your hands on the table, closing your eyes.

You only smiled again when you felt your twin brother place his hand on your thigh. You lifted your head up to look at him once more.

“There’s nothing in these books jace! It’s so..” you trailed off trying to find the right words for how you were feeling at this moment.

“Frustrating?” He said knowing the word you were looking for. You nodded sighing as you looked at him with tired eyes.

“Perhaps you just need a distraction for a while sister” Jacaerys smirked, moving slightly closer to you on the large bench you both sat on.

Sighing again and looking down at the table you said “And what do you recommend I do, brother?”

At your question Jacaerys smirked, placing his hands on either side of your waist “I could think of a few things” he said.

Before you could question him again he had lifted you up, sitting you down on the edge on the table, making you laugh at his actions.

“Brother, what are you up to?” You asked with a confused face as he only smirked at your words, shoving the bench out of the way.

Before you could say anything else, Jacaerys began to trail his hands up your skirt, pushing your dress out of the way.

Your eyes widened and your brows furred “Jace not here! Anyone could walk in!” You whisper-yelled at him.

This only egged him on further “Let them” he said, and with that he had finally made contact with his mouth on your bare pussy.

Your back arched, gripping either side of the table as your brother began lapping his tongue at your folds.

“Oh gods jace!” You yelled as he held your waist to keep you in place, his tongue continuing to devour your folds.

As you began moaning his name, it only made him quicken his movements, and your hand went to his head, gripping his dark curls with your hand as you cried his name.

“Feels so good” you moaned, struggling to get any words out at all as your brother pleased you. After a few more minutes of him eating you out, your grip on his head tightened, your body tensing up.

“That’s right, cum for me sweet sister” Jacaerys told you, grinning your hips tightly as you came on his mouth, a moaning mess.

Once you had calmed down from your orgasm, he pulled the bench back, sitting on it before pulling you back down to sit on his lap.

He smirked at your exhausted face, brushing some stray strands of hair out of your face. He kissed your lips, making you taste yourself.

He pulled back, and you lay your head on his shoulder.“Feeling a little less frustrated dear sister?”

[theangelbabies]

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑹.

♡𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕.

- summary : You give Tom all your love and loyalty but 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.

- warnings : toxic relationship, mentions of abuse (mostly mentally), strong language, let me know if there’s anything i missed.

Inspired by Lana del rey song.

Your relationship with Tom was quite.. interesting, but mostly destroyed and intoxicated by Toms behaviour. He was always toying with you. Playing cold and warm with you, as if he never took your relationship seriously. You never really noticed it because of your blind love for him. No matter how much you fought, he always found a way to manipulate you into thinking it was your fault.

You were always supportive of him. Always loved him even when he told you about his Dark Lord fantasies and plans. Tom on the other side was more possessive than supportive of you. You were that much into the rabbit hole, that you lost all your friends. He always controlled EVERYTHING in your life, and whenever you would talk with a boy, he would know even when he was not around.

You were sitting in the backyard, repeating your studies to your exam that you had in two hours when a year younger Ravenclaw boy tapped you on your shoulder.

“Hi, sorry for bothering you but i’m new here and i have potions now. I don’t really know where the class is and i just wanted to ask where is the classroom?” - He asked.

You turned to face him and looked around to see if there’s no one else to help him because you knew that Tom had his followers all around the school and you didn’t want to risk anymore arguments with him.. to your luck you were the only one sitting there.

“Umm, there is a really complicated way.. so i guess i can take you there..” - You replied with no enthusiasm at all. The boy noticed it and started saying that saying that it’s okay and he’ll find his way but you already risked it so you just started walking with the boy right behind you. Walking there the Ravenclaw started a few small conversation but you tried to stay silent as much as you could. All the way you could only think how fucked up it was that it’s possible that you can’t even talk or just show a boy that was younger than you a way to potions class without being paranoid about your boyfriends little slaves snitching to their lord on you. Once you were there you noticed you have enough time to get to your class, so you quickly said bye to the boy that thanked you and went to the class. The same time you turned when the boy disappeared into the classroom, Tom appeared in front of you. Great.

“Darling, care to explain.. how was that boy that you walked all the way from backyard, here?” - He said with scarily calm voice that announced anything but good.

You looked up at him with lovely, big eyes. “He was new, a grade lower and there was no one else to-“ You didn’t get to finish your explanation because Tom stared dragging you around the corner into an empty hallway. You could hear your heart beating out of your chest and eyes slightly watering. You could say you were used to it but you also knew that he IS capable of everything. Pinning you to the wall with a forceful grip on your forearm.

“Y/n don’t fucking lie to me. I knew there were people around that he could fucking ask. He saw you as pray and you fell for it. As you always do, for everyone.” - Tom argued while tightening his grip om your arm. Hot teras fell from your eyes on your flushed cheeks. You looked down shamefully with pouty lips while already sniffing.

“Why’re you crying? It’s your own fault. I told you, i showed you already what happens when you disobey me and my requests that i politely asked you to not fucking talk with any boy, yeah?” - He said with a smirk on his face. “I think i should remind you because you seem to like it.”

“Those weren’t requests, more like demands…” - You said quietly but of course Tom heard it. Suddenly he grabbed you roughly by the throat, cutting off any way for you to breathe normally.

“What was that!? You’re really that kind of whore to still argue with me when i’m trying to explain this whole thing but as always you’re making it hard.” - Tom yelled while you were sobbing, trying to catch a breath. Yet you still looked up at him with an apologetic look.

“I-i’m sor-sorry Tommy..-“

“Don’t ‘Tommy’ me right now. You’re fucking done. We’re done, don’t ever let me see you again.” …

“𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈?” - Tom said in the final, pushing you onto the floor.

You curled yourself while catching a breath. Yet you still wanted to go after him and try to explain everything when you’re sitting there sobbing uncontrollably watching him storm away with clenched fists.

After some time of sitting there the realisation started to hitting you. You know he’s only 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅. You know he is going to come back to you, all loving and acting like he doesn’t see the poorly concealer covered his hand bruise.

This time you wanted to promise yourself that you’re not gonna let him back in and won’t give him anything because 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 all your love, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 of yourself until he makes 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. Yet you know you’re going to fall for his manipulations again, again and again. It’s like never ending cycle.

･:*+.\˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'

Thats ittt!! Hoped you liked it. Sorry for any mistakes or if some parts are maybe a little confusing but it’s my first time writing any long fic. If you have any requests or fic ideas let me knoooww!!! Love yall <3

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[wayward-persephone]

@mandowifey THIS WAS SO AMAZING!!! 🥵😩💥🫠👌

Like....OMG?!? 🥵🔥

This was a PERFECT chapter two and I loved how it touched on the darker aspects of his personality from the movie. This was just simply AMAZING and HOT and PHENOMENAL

The detail and characterization was just so spot on it left me speechless. Seriously you captured him beautifully!

This entire story is just*chef's kiss* ✨perfection✨

Right Place, Right Time Ch 2

chapter one.

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Oral (M and F receiving), Fingering, Dark vibes, age gap, (1) use of the word daddy, mentions of fears, ominous undertones, very light bondage, creampie, doggy style, rough sex, pregnancy mentions.

Notes: I wasn't expecting to make a chapter two, so I took some liberties. Please note this is technically an AU, since the movie doesn't show us what happens with Ray afterward. I'm trying something new here. I hope everyone likes it!

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The ride to Ray’s place was filled with some light fondling and heated kisses at red lights. He simply could not keep himself away from you. Your youth and your beauty, every aspect called to him. It hadn’t taken long to become fully intoxicated off you. His place was only twenty minutes away, but he drove slow with the intent of dragging out the luxurious sensation of your mouth on him. Not since his youth was Ray able to recover so quickly, something about you had him on fire.

Some women were not keen on taking care of men while they drove. Many times, he’d popped the question only to get an offended look afterwards, as though the request itself was completely outlandish. However, Ray didn’t even have to ask you. Twenty feet from the bar with his blinker on, you had leaned over and started opening his belt with a laugh that made his cock hard. He’d jokingly asked you what you were doing and you had said; ‘Eyes on the road, Mister.’ Before Ray had time to open his mouth, you had encompassed his tip between your lips and took off.

Fingers curled into your hair, blunt nails dug against your scalp and burned as he let out a hollow groan. Your mouth swallowed him to his base eagerly, sucking and lapping as though you were starved. In a way, you were. You craved him much like he craved you. Which was why you worked his cock like your life depended on it. Ray reels with the sensations and cannot do much but cant his hips into your warmth.

This wasn’t something you did often.

In fact, you couldn’t recall doing it at all. Something about Ray called to you and stoked a fire in your spirit. There was a pressing urge to impress him and get his approval. You desperately felt the need to make him like you.

Each suck, lick and drag of your lips along his girth pulled a groan out of him. Your head tilted and watched as Ray struggled to keep his focus on the road. It was killing him not to pull over and fuck your throat raw. You felt pressure on your skull, and he pushed you down to bury his dick down your throat. Willingly obliging, you focus on your breathing to try and allow him to sink all the way into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, fuck you’re so fucking perfect.” Each word sounding more breathless than the last.

Taking his praise as a good sign, you rumble and bounce your head along him quickly. The tip of his length brushed down your throat and caused you to gag, which only served to rile the older man further. You could hear him sigh out a ‘yes’ or ‘fuck’ following your gagging. You could taste the salt of his pre cum dribbling across your tongue. His cock was throbbing in your mouth and you knew he was close.

Focusing on the road was becoming too difficult. Every time he tried to ground himself on the lines or the lights, your mouth completely undid him. His chest heaved and he wet his lips, struggling as he bucked down your throat. Ray could feel himself falling apart, chasing that desperate release. He wanted to cum in this young woman’s mouth more than he wanted to breathe.

“S-such a good girl, f-fuck. Fuck -ghn you wanna s-swallow my cum bad, don’t you?”

A tremor rocked you to your core, warmth pooled in your stomach and soaked your heat. It took every ounce of your own strength not to pull him out of your mouth and climb onto his lap. You had one mission now and had to focus – though that did not stop you from sliding your hand under your stomach and up your skirt. Your fingers pushing and rubbing over your dripping panties, which were soiled by the mix of fluids from your earlier rendezvous in the bathroom.

The sound of you whimpering around his fat cock made him give a boyish groan. His stomach knotted, his chest heaved and he stammered out encouraging words. ‘Good girl’, ‘Don’t stop’, ‘Here it comes’, ‘Fuck’. Ray nearly slammed the gas peddle as he rocked his hips up while pulling your head down. You had lost focus and resolve with touching yourself, your mind only concerned about Ray. You were able to feel the throbbing of his massive cock in your mouth as he came.

Hot ropes of cum spilled down your throat, his grasp locking you in place so the only thing you could do was swallow. You wouldn’t dare waste a drop of his seed, not like Ray would allow for that. Your eyes closed as the muscles in your throat bobbed and constricted, drinking down every spurt he gave.

He was impressed.

Ray was swimming, his eyes unfocused and breath shuddering at the wash of relief. “S-shit, shit.” He murmured, having to recover quickly to regain control of the vehicle. Both of you were considerably lucky the roads were quiet this time of evening, he’d drifted across the lines a few times now. Righting the car in the correct lane, he glanced in the rear-view to make sure you weren’t being pulled over.

A hand caressed through your soft tresses, encouraging you to pull off. With a cocky drag of your lips and a noisy ‘pop’, you sat back in your seat and giggled with a flash of teeth. Ray held the wheel in one hand and tucked his dick away with the other.

“God damn kid, you’re something.”

You smile, eyes twinkling at the praise. The next words come easy;

“I’m glad you liked it, daddy.”

A shiver of taboo delight rattled down Harris’ spine. It was a silent nod to your age gap and quite possibly experience difference as well. Ray wasn’t a novice, and he had years, quite possibly decades on you. The idea of being an older man in your life, teaching you and ruining you… it made his cock twitch again.

“You like fucking old men?” He remarked, beryl eyes hazy from orgasm as he stared at the road.

You laughed.

“Only the cute ones.”

Something burned in Ray’s face and his heart throbbed. Women hit on him so often he tended to ignore it. Typically, he saw it as shallow attempts to garner his favor. But you already had his attention, so why bother with compliments now? It implied sincerity, which was strange to him. Why would a girl like you ever bother with him? Still, he knuckled the steering wheel and fought back the urge to smirk at your remark.

“So you live in a place out in the woods, no neighbors, no pets…” Your seat-belt clicked as you got comfortable. “If you were a serial killer I would reckon you’d have gone for a drunk girl, makes it easier to dupe me.” Your finger taps your chin.

That made him look. The sudden statement and nonchalant manner in which you spoke about it was startling. Maybe a different mam would’ve been offended, but not Ray. He had a calm smirk resting on his otherwise neutral face.

“Christ, that’s a little fucking morbid.”

Laughing, Ray felt himself grin and stole a glance at you before he kept going.

“You didn’t need duping. One taste of me had you hooked. I didn’t even have to ask twice to get you in my car.” He smirked as his right hand rested on your knee. “Yes Ray, I’d love to tag along with you!” His voice raised an octave and adopted a mock-feminine tone.

“Well shit! Guess I didn’t think about that. I’m an easy victim then huh?” At the touch, your body warms and legs part for him. His hand felt huge and warm against your yielding flesh.

Ray chuckled again, sliding his palm along your thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from between your legs and wondered just how much of his cum you’d already leaked. He hears you sigh softly as he cups over your pussy, his hand against your covered warmth. The wet spot was practically a puddle now from a combination of your fluids. His cock twitched again with sick pride.

“And now that I have you where I want you, kiddo, I gotta decide what I wanna do with you.”

You mewl as he rubs languidly over your cunt and can’t help but give soft bucks against his hand. Your clit was swollen, aching to feel him again. Sucking him off had you so turned on it nearly hurt, and this playful back and forth stoked your darkest fantasies.

“Hah…” You attempted to laugh but only hot air could escape your mouth. While Ray had made you cum only a short while before, you were rearing and ready for more. There was a building tension in your abdomen that grew and coiled up your vertebrae as his heel struck exactly where you needed it most. While you tried to remain steadfast and resist him, your body betrayed you. Whimpers pushed deep from your diaphragm, nearly choking you as you cant into his smoothing hand.

“What was that, princess?” Ray was feeling cocky now.

His hand pressed expertly over your weeping pussy, pushing harder against your underwear as you messily bucked up against him, chasing the friction. He found the undone, messy sight of you pleasing.

“Where’d all that sass go, hmm?” He flicked on the blinker and turned left onto a dirt path. Up ahead, a dark cabin styled home with only a porch light sat waiting. It was almost textbook; A dark house in the woods. No neighbors to hear when the screaming starts. But you weren’t thinking of that, self preservation was the furthest thought on your mind.

You bite your tongue in a feeble attempt to stop yourself, but you cannot suppress the whimper that rattles your throat. Ray stole a look and chuckled. “Poor thing.” His hand palmed you harder, occasionally dragging up to press two digits against your crease and fondle your poor, neglected clit. Even with underwear in his way, the touch had you mewling for him.

“R-ray-“you gasp, chest heaving as you twitch and rut your hips.

The car rumbled to a stop and you nearly sobbed as his hand withdrew to put the car in park. Ray looked over to take you in; legs spread, dress up your hips and your eyes lidded with a flushed face that looked very fuckable. His tongue pushes against his teeth as he sucks a breath.

“Think you can make it in the house?”

There could not have been a bigger shit-eating grin on his face, charmingly displaying his uneven teeth.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to slap him or kiss him.

“If you do not make me cum right now you will be the one not making it into the house.” It sounded more threatening in your head, but the desperation had you whimpering each word.

Ray unbuckled himself with a snort and climbed out. The slam of his door made you jerk and start to close your legs. Suddenly you were worried that you may have said the wrong thing and offended the older man. Perhaps-

Your door swung open.

Jumping, you started to apologize as Ray reached over you to unbuckle your belt. “Look if that was- “

His hands grabbed your legs and you were turned sideways in the car seat. Gasping, you can only watch as he slots his upper body between your legs and kisses your navel. Large palms find the back of your knees and you felt air leaving your lungs as he pushes them up towards your chest. You could feel the fabric of your underwear tug to the side. The cold night air against your burning pussy made you whimper. You felt exposed, vulnerable. He had you where he wanted you, and there would be no fighting him off.

“Such a fucking mess.”

His voice was like thunder, you had a hand behind you on the seat to keep you upright as the older man folded you and made his way down to your needy cunt. You couldn’t do much but watch as those azure eyes stole a glance up at you before he kissed the peak of your crease. His cool lips against your heat made you pule pitifully. He was torturing you.

“You like that, Y/N? Such a needy little brat, letting an old fuck like me eat your pussy.”

Ray was in the moment. He didn’t care that he was old, but he did care that he was twice your age and old enough to be a friend of your father’s. It gave him a sense of dominion and authority over you, you belonged to him now and he’d make sure you remembered your place.

Fog clouded your thoughts when he spoke like that. It was a sick but delightful truth; you liked it. Before your mind could catch up with your mouth, you shriek at the feeling of a hot, flat tongue gliding up your folds. You could hear him chuckle into you, the faint vibrations making you twitch and keen. Ray applies more pressure to your legs, your knees now inches away from your chest. Air became tight, heat spread over your face and suddenly the world was spinning.

The man ate you like he was starved.

His lips sucked obscenely loud against your cunt, his tongue fucking into your tight hole before it swept over the swollen bud hidden in your crease. You were helpless, crying out and near sobbing at how relentless Ray touched you. The rubbing earlier had you close and now you feared you were already edging over.

Ray must have sensed it; his lips sucked around your clit and pulled another salacious cry from your throat. Your thighs trembled, your mouth agape as you heaved shallow breaths, attempting to hold on.

Then he stopped.

It felt purely cruel especially with your release being right there.

“Awh, we’re you gonna cum, princess?”

He was mocking you – the smug bastard.

“Y-you f-fucking- “

His tongue pushes your clit so hard and so suddenly the words die on your tongue.

“You wanna cum all over this old man’s mouth?”

You simply could not respond. Hearing him laugh again made you blush, you swore to yourself you’d remember this moment for later.

Ray was satisfied that he’d rendered you wordless. You were putty in his hands, poor thing. There was a deep pride in seeing your young, leaking cunt so desperate and wanting for him, because he and he alone had done this to you. Reveling in the moment, Ray smiled and leaned to kiss the soft flesh of your trembling thigh. Maybe you had learned your lesson; to watch your fucking tone.

Sucking your clit into his lips, he began to push his tongue in rhythmic taps against the hooded bud as a hand left your leg. You mewl and cry out at the prod of his thick fingers. Two digits slip inside of you with little resistance and he groans around you at the hot squeeze of your needy cunt. His fingers felt huge inside of you, stretching you tight opening effortlessly. Fucking them knuckle deep, Ray curled his digits and began to feverishly pump them into you, while maintaining a strong suction around your engorged button.

The stimulation all became too much. Your body was falling apart, a wave of pure bliss washes through you and makes you see white. A wailing cry bursts from deep within you and your hips buck off the seat, hungrily rocking yourself against his mouth and fingers as your walls clamp down around him. Your clit throbs, your body leaks, and his digits withdraw so he could hungrily lap at you through your release. Little lights dance behind your eyelids as your body quivers with its orgasm. Aware now that he was drinking from you, you bring a hand to grip at his head and gasp for air.

“Fucking hell- “You began, then realize he was still sucking your clit. “R-ray! T-too much!”

Ray gave a few more kitten licks before pushing his head and kissing over your mound and up your stomach. The tickle of his facial hair brought you to giggle and squirm, your soft hands grabbing at his face. Lifting your own head, you meet his eyes and the both of you smile at each other. He looked drunk, and since he hadn’t drunk anything at the bar, you knew he was intoxicated off you. Gently, you wipe your fluids off his mouth with the back of your hand, causing Ray to chuckle and press kisses at your skin.

“Ready to meet your fate?” He pulled off of you and took your hand to help sit you up.

“Oh no, please don’t hurt me Mr. Killer, I’m a good girl, I promise.”

You both laugh.

With a shove, you land on your feet outside of the truck and take a moment to fix your underwear and dress. You realize now that your legs were weak and boneless like jelly. Ray must have noticed the wobbly knees because he wore a prideful smirk.

“Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, princess.”

The house was charming. You weren’t expecting much from a single, older man so as long as there wasn’t BDSM gear on the walls you were fairly pleased. A quick look around told you a lot about Ray; modern, laid back with minimum interest in decorating or hobbies. It was a simple home that you figured he had lived in for some time.

Ray closed the door behind you and took his jacket off before tossing it onto the back of a chair.

“Coffee? Soda?” He brushed your arm as he walked to the kitchen.

The man may have been old enough to have fathered you, but he had an impressively healthy build. Broad shoulders with strong, lightly toned biceps - arms of a hard worker, you thought. His pectorals were prominent and his midsection thick, with some paunch to his stomach that you found irresistible. Now was the first time you noticed his tattoos. A smirk tugs your lips as you approach the island and lean against it.

“Coffee works.”

He was stalling, he’d offer you food if he had anything readily available in the fridge. Ray was aware your eyes were on his back and he made an effort not to turn and look. The man had women over before, but not women like you. It was utterly bizarre to him that you’d give him the time of day – or in your case,  night. That still didn’t change the fact his body was no longer young, and he needed time before he’d be able to show you why he really brought you here.

“Cozy place, doesn’t really give me any killer vibes, though.”

Putting the filter in, Ray chuckles as he turns the old device on. Most folks had the new fancy machines that needed pods or whatever to make your coffee, but he liked it the old fashioned way. The smell became stronger as the brewing began. Now that it was started, he turned and leaned back against the counter.

“Wait until you see my basement.”

You laugh again, feeling at ease with him. From a young age you were raised with the cautionary tales that mothers always imparted on their daughters; do not trust strangers, especially men. But you threw that caution to the side the minute you decided to get into that car with Ray, and now he had you here. Both of you pretending got your heart slamming; it was sort of hot. Or perhaps that was a fear response, sexualizing a very real trauma so you didn’t have to be afraid.

Who knows.

“Oh, you’re a basement kind of man? Let me guess, mattress, dirty walls…” You suck your teeth and pretend to think about it. “Freaky mask, anger issues?”

He smirks.

Ray took a step towards you and placed his hands down onto the island top, those cerulean eyes catching yours as he spread his fingers open and leaned his weight into his arms.

“You sound a little excited about that, is there something you wanna tell me, kid?”

Your breath catches as his expression intensifies. His brow settled low, casting his eyes in darkness, emphasizing the bags below them. The hollow shape of his cheeks were enunciated by the angle, while the corner of his mouth tugged to form a lopsided smirk. He likes it too.

Still, your cheeks redden, and you felt coy under Ray’s pointed stare. The tension between you both shattered at the sound of some generic ringtone blaring from his discarded jacket. Your eyes flutter and head turns towards the chair. Ray followed your look, feeling the break between you. Cursing under his breath, he walks towards his jacket and digs out his phone.

‘(4) MISSED CALLS’

“The fuck?”

Unlocking the screen, he makes a face at the sight of the four individual attempts his brother had made to contact him that evening. There were 20 messages in his inbox which he could only assume were from his anxious sibling trying to reach out to him. Ray remembered suddenly that he had promised to tell Raymond once he’d made it home.

Shit.

“Everything okay?” You walked around the island towards the coffee maker, going to pour your own cup while he was preoccupied.

Ray jerks a look in your direction before he typed on his phone. “Yeah, got to make a call. Mugs are in the cabinet to your left; milk n shit is in the fridge.” His words were hasty, as he pressed the phone to his ear and crossed the room to the front door, before he vanished outside.

Alone now, you allow your mind to wander.

What had been that look he gave you?

You open the fridge, finding the milk amongst old Chinese take out boxes and some fruit that looked a little worse for wear. You check the date before pouring some into your coffee. You’re really here, in this man’s home. He’s a stranger, what if-

No.

You refused to allow your thoughts to go down that path.

 Ray was forth coming and not some estranged weirdo picking up girls off the highway. No, just taking girls from bars. You frown. I approached him, he asked me if I wanted to go with him, not the other way around and – I said yes. Like an idiot. Putting a cap on the milk and returning it to the fridge, you search for sugar next.

As your mother had taught you, you went through a mental checklist and realized just how screwed you were. No one knew you were there; no one knew you went to that bar. If you didn’t turn up back home, not a single soul would realize until weeks later. You weren’t the most popular woman on Earth, you had a few online friends who might realize you hadn’t been around in a while – otherwise, you were fucked.

Dread was starting to pool in your stomach now, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. What if? Your lips press together and you realize you’re no longer thirsty. As you dump the coffee down the sink, you strain to listen to the muffled voice coming from outside. You were trying to find anything discernible. Unease made your chest tighten as you abandoned the empty mug and walk towards the front door.

Stop it.

You linger beside the door and listen.

��Why does it matter?”

A pause.

“I don’t have to answer to you, period. You know I’m home and you know I’m sober and alive. That’s all you need. Dad just died, remember? Not lookin’ for another one.”

It was someone who worried about him. He hadn’t mentioned family, in fact you realized now he hadn’t told you a single thing aside from his name and that he was sober – and now that his father had died. This was exactly what your mother warned you about.

You began to attempt to calm yourself by rationalizing. Maybe you were the one wrong, this older man hadn’t given you a single red flag yet and you had already over thought yourself into a mild panic. Ray had given you a choice after you were the one who approached him. There was no danger here, you both simply wanted the same thing; each other.

The door began to open and you lunge to the chair and sit, trying to act like you hadn’t been listening in. Ray steps inside and snaps the door closed so hard it makes you jump. Hearing the lock click into place, you became aware of your pounding heart.

“Was that your secret wife?” You jaunt, trying to lighten the mood.

His head turns to you, and he snorts. “Why? You jealous?”

Your eyes narrow and you can feel the nerves ebbing away as the handsome older man smiles at you. He must have known you were really worried, because he closed the distance between you both and leaned over you.

“It was my brother.”

Ray’s voice is like rumbling thunder deep inside his chest. You feel a familiar heat and graze your lip with your teeth. His mouth found yours, and he stole your breath away. Kissing him back, you flick your tongue against his mouth and he returns the gesture with a lick of his own. The two of you open your mouths, rolling your tongues together and panting in between. It was loud, the sounds of your smacking lips and sharp breaths brought goosebumps to your arms.

He kissed you like he needed you. His mouth hungrily swallowing yours in frantic, desperate movements, hardly giving you any time to breathe. You returned what you could, kissing him feverishly and whimpering into his mouth. All those fears and concerns from earlier felt so silly now. Ray was a good soul; you could feel it.

“You didn’t drink your coffee?”

Eyes fluttering open, you meet Ray’s curious look with your own confused one.

“Huh?”

“I can’t taste it on you.” He smirks, then pecks your lips.

Your cheeks burn pink, and you feel knocked stupid. It never occurred to you that it was strange he asked that, or why he’d check to begin with. You simply laugh and lean to try and kiss him again, which he obliges and presses your mouths together in one long, wet smack.

“Decided I didn’t need it. I have too much energy of my own right now.” Your voice was playful, flirty. There was a blushing girlishness bubbling inside of you. Something about Ray just appealed to you on so many different levels. There was a deep mystery about him, those eyes of his had seen things, maybe his hands had even done unspeakable things. You shiver, feeling yourself grow warm.

“What a waste.” He sighs remorsefully, then presses a kiss to your forehead.

A giggle pulls from your throat and your eyes relax shut. There was a warm, encompassing feeling of being safe here with him. He exuded a type of disarming calm and charm that had you fully entranced. You feel him shift away and your eyes open again, watching as Ray walked back to the kitchen. Quick onto your feet, you follow.

“So, you fuck me in a bathroom and bring me back here to…?” There was an almost desperate need to know. He’d eaten you out in his truck, but the moment you get inside he offers you coffee?

Ray looks down at you and smiles in a way that pulls your heart to a stop.

“To have you all to myself.”

Smiling back at him, you tilt your head and lean against the island.

“Because I’m so irresistible, right?” You both laugh.

“But seriously, why haven’t you taken me into your bedroom?”

Picking up on your disappointment, Ray moved close to you and took your arm. His strong hand clasped near your elbow in a grip that was surprisingly strong. You gasp, then laugh as you realize he’s dragging you down the hall. As you pass by a door near the kitchen, you grin.

That must be the basement, you think with amusement.

“So impatient. Don’t you know old men need time to recover?” His boot connects with the bedroom door and he turns to grab you around the hips, drawing out a surprised squeal from you.

“S-sorry Ray, you’re just so-“

He takes you off your feet.

With an impressive show of strength, you were thrown into the messy bed on your back. Bouncing from impact, you erupt with excited giggles. Ray looked down at you like a predator who finally cornered his prey. His pupils were nearly covering his irises now, the shadows under them making them look nearly black.

“Take your dress off.” One hand moves to open his belt and rip it out of the loops.

The visual of it alone makes your already sopping cunt clench around nothing. Quickly, you shift on the bed and do away with your dress and shoes. Without needing to be asked, you take off your bra and toss it to the floor in a pile, leaving you bare aside from your ruined panties. Ray breathes in, his fingers working to unbutton his pants. You can see now the straining outline of his cock trapped within.

“Roll over.”

Taken aback from the intense demand, you look up at Ray as he steps closer to the bed. A burning heat covers your cheeks and you roll onto your stomach before drawing your knees up and apart to present yourself to him. You can feel his eyes all over you, especially between your legs. Your face pushes into your arms and you give a soft whine, suddenly quite shy.

A hand touches your back and smoothed along your spine to your ass, making you purr. His fingers curl into the waist of your underwear and he tugs them down just enough to expose your dripping heat. Ray uses both thumbs to spread you wide, displaying your tight, needy opening to him. You whimper and squirm under his stare, embarrassed to the core knowing he was looking directly into you.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Pulled from your shy haze, you shift your body obediently and bring your arms behind you. You weren’t thinking clearly, the haze of lust had you acting compliant and stupid. This new position forced you to lean forward into the mattress and balance on your head and shoulders. You feel something cold wrapping around your wrists and realize quickly that he’s tying your hands together with his belt, rendering you at his mercy.

“Good girl.”

Satisfied with his work, Ray leaned back and admired you. Such a helpless, beautiful girl. So willing to trust a stranger and follow him home. There were things he wanted to do to you that frightened him. Some unopened, tucked away compartment of his mind had come loose during that funeral and the time proceeding. Ray found it difficult to discern what he really felt and what oozed out of that dark place inside of him. But seeing you, tied up and bare for him tugged at the chain of his self restraint.

You squirm and whine, the silence and lack of touching unnerved you. What could he possibly be thinking about?

“Ray?”

Pulled from his thoughts, Ray stepped out of his boots and climbed onto the bed behind you. His pants pooled down his thighs as he grabbed your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. His teeth score his lip as he slid against your heat, striking your clit and making you whimper. You mumble another plea and he nudged the blunt tip of his cock against your opening.

With you so wet, sliding inside took little effort. Your hot walls encompassed him, sucking him relentlessly to draw him further in. You groan, able to feel the burning stretch as he pushed deeper. Then he snapped his hips to yours, stuffing you full so abruptly it made you shriek and jerk forward. This time was different, you both were able to indulge in being loud, messy, sloppy.

Behind you, a low groan escapes his throat. The sound sending a shiver down your spine, making your walls twitch around him. Ray stills, and you whimper. Was he trying to torture you? You feel a hand curl into the belt around your wrists, before he starts fucking you at a punishing pace.

The slap of your bodies is obscene. You cry out unabashedly as Ray thrusts within you almost expertly. The drive of his cock going straight through your gummy walls and against the puckered hole at your end makes you sob and choke. You’re so full of him you can hardly think straight. Ray is focused, using his grip on your binds to help tear you backwards to meet his thrusts. His blue eyes are cast downward, watching as the fat girth of his cock stuffs and stretches you brutally.

“Such a good- grunt -girl. Look at you. Like you were ghh, fuck made for me.”

Your face burns, and you cry out for him. At this rate, you aren’t going to last, and he knows it. Suddenly, you feel his soft stomach on your lower back as he leans over you. A hand comes into your view, Ray was bracing himself against the mattress. The tighter position let you feel him, all of him. Sweat beaded on your skin as Ray rocks within you, his own noises deep and loud. He’s mumbling praises, telling you how good you are.

With a particularly focused thrust, Ray slams inside your cunt with a ferocity that had spots behind your eyes. The world went hot and you were ascending again. A scream chokes out of you, hardly able to fill your lungs from how hard he bore down on you. Your walls clench, tremble and flutter around his cock, squeezing and milking him desperately. Ray could feel you tense, your garbled cry and cum covering his cock nudged him over.

Bucking firmly and growling, Ray lets his weight fall nearly fully onto you. Another groan escaped his lips as he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside your warmth, coating your innards in spurts. You gasp for air, feeling his spill settling deep inside of you. His hips pin you in place, making you feel stuffed to capacity and more.

“R-ray I can’t- “

The weight lifts off you and he moves. Without pulling out, Ray unties your arms and adjusts you both so you’re laying side by side in his arms. Now able to breathe, you close your eyes and smile, leaning back into his grip. Even with his cock softening inside of you, you feel full.

There was more you wanted to say. You wanted to know about a shower, maybe even a ride home. It wasn’t safe to spend the night in a stranger’s house, you knew better. But the amount of sex between the bar and now had you exhausted and spent. No force on Earth could convince you to try and get out of bed. Not with those strong arms around you and that limp cock nestled in your core with his soft panting into your hair.

You don’t worry about a thing at all, and you drift asleep effortlessly against him. Ray watches you fade away, breathing in your scent and petting your stomach – he was thinking about his cum inside you, hoping for his seed to quicken. It was a sick desire, but a child would tie you to him forever. He presses kisses to your hair, his beryl eyes closing as you fell asleep.

So trusting, he thinks, finding himself relaxing further now that you were out.

So naïve.

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holy shit, i have 201 followers now, this is insane

2 new smutfics will be coming out as a celebration (partly because i’ve starved you guys, and partly because I HAVE 200 FOLLOWERS WHAT)

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Hey girlll I love your blog so so so much! Congrats on the 4k bc you absolutely deserve it🫶🏼

I just had a little angsty request for Charles lando or Oscar (you can pick any you’re feeling more atm, I eat up anything ab my boys)

I saw this prompt maybe you could use - - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't."

late night talking.

op x fem norris!reader

in which lando’s little sister has been sneaking around with his teammate, but it’s starting to have its challenges…

hiiiii thank u sm anon! love this request love you MWAH! so appreciative of this request and all of the others and that y’all trust me to bring your ideas to life!! i hope this hits the way you wanted it to! let me know what you think, big love 🤍

songs to set the mood: late night talking by harry styles, i love you by billie eilish, over my head by james marriott, if these walls could talk by 5sos

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, secret relationship, brothers teammate trope (r is lando’s sister), fingering, morning sex, angsty needy sex, lando being an embarrassing little shit

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sex and talking. sex and talking. sex and talking.

that’s what you do, oscar and you.

you watch him all weekend, eyes trailing his lean frame, the way his body moves under papaya fabric. then, when your brother finally leaves you alone, you sneak into oscar’s arms, room, bed, whatever’s closest.

you have your way with one another, nothing untouched, unexplored, and then you talk and talk until your lips hurt from stretched out grins and a satisfying ache sets into your spent limbs. you sneak out when the sun comes up the next day and join lando for breakfast in whatever hotel you’re in that weekend.

rinse, repeat.

you can remember the first time you saw him in real life, way back in early 2023, clear as day. you were in bahrain with your brother for testing, the sun in your eyes, and there he was. awkward, stocky, hands buried deep in his mclaren administered slacks. he was littered with moles, mousey brown hair catching the rays of light, chocolate eyes conveying cool confidence that didn’t at all match up with his uncomfortable stance. you could kiss over those moles like a game of dot to dot, tug on his strands that looked like smooth chocolate frosting, sink into his brown irises until you drowned.

lando had caught you staring, sending his elbow into your ribs, and when you turned to glare at him, cuss him out, you saw a look of warning. his eyes said: don’t you fucking dare.

and you didn’t dare, not for a while at least.

-

“o-osc.” you whine, panting through the waves of eye-watering pleasure.

he’s got you laid out across his massage table, two fingers scissoring into your sodden cunt as his thumb bumps your clit in messy circles.

it’s rare that you sneak away so brazenly like this during a race weekend.

“you gotta be quiet.” oscar shushes you, eyes flitting between your own watery pair and his fingers where they’re working you open.

“trying.” you breathe, slapping your own hand over your mouth when your belly tightens one last time. one wrong move and the entirety of the hospitality suite will know. lando will know. perhaps all of china will know. that’s how good he fucking feels.

you sob into your palm, bucking your hips wildly as you fall apart, spilling all around his relentless fingers. he fucks you through it, grinning coyly as your muffled cries subside.

“c’mere.” oscar lulls, pulling you back towards him. he kisses you deeply, smiling against your lips.

“i should go.” you mumble, pushing his hair back and raking your fingers through his hair.

oscar nods apathetically, reserved all of the sudden. you frown, stealing another quick kiss. you stumble to your feet fixing your underwear and your skirt, and grab your bag from the small sofa.

“we need to be more careful.” his words make your blood run cold.

“more careful?”

you sneak in and out of hotel rooms under the cover of night, you have his name disguised in your phone, you never speak to him in public.

“this was risky.” oscar shrugs. he looks antsy, his entire demeanour changing in a matter of minutes, the ecstasy of watching you writhe all for him worn off.

“this- i- you’re the one who dragged me in here, piastri.” you accuse. ‘piastri’ is reserved for when you’re pissed off, a cagey step back from the affection ‘osc’ that you usually called him. “whatever, i’ve got to go.”

“i’ll see you later?” he poses it as a question, uncertain that you’ll show. he has never been uncertain before, not with you, not with a lot of things. bile rises in your throat, and you scoff.

you can’t reply. the door slams behind you.

-

“where’ve you been?” lando ruffles your hair, a single eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“got bored with watching you look at data so i went for a walk.” you reply nonchalantly, pushing his hand away.

he hums in response, nodding slowly. it’s like he doesn’t quite believe you but he quickly moves on.

“you coming out with us after the race tomorrow?” lando asks.

“depends on who ‘us’ is.” you reply curtly. you don’t wanna look at oscar’s stupid, handsome face for a second longer than you have to. a familiar sadness sinks into your bones.

“couple of the drivers, alex, carlos, oh and oscar might even be swayed.” you grit your teeth, suddenly frustrated. “anyway, since when do you have beef with drivers? little miss sunshine fallen out with someone?” lando sounds confused, accusatory.

you stay silent, walking into the back of the garage, praying someone will come and steal your brother away.

“hey, you gonna tell me what the problem i-?”

“lando, we need you to look at this.” your brother gets cut off by a frantic engineer, your prayers answered, and is quickly lost to the chaos of the garage.

a pair of warm eyes burn into the side of your head. you turn to see oscar watching you, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s studying you. he’s fidgeting, playing with his fingers, something strange for the man as cool as a cucumber. you look away as quickly as you can, managing to tear your eyes away from him, a lump forming in your throat which you swallow down.

it’s painful, really. sex and talking, it’s not enough, never has been for even a second. oscar piastri, australian f1 driver, number 81, quickly became your oscar, somewhat against your will.

-

somewhere in hungary, about 8 months ago

“are we really doing this, piastri?” you giggle, throwing your head back as his lips work your neck.

“need you.” he groans into your skin, low and needy. you’ve never heard him sound so disheveled, so desperate, a far cry from his usual, monotonous self.

“want you, osc.” you pant when his lips find your sweet spot, the feeling of him so delicious on your body.

“have me.” he whispers, falling into bed with you in his lap.

you lay there basking in stunned silence afterwards, a layer of sweat coating your knackered body. your shoulder is pressed flush with oscar’s, not an inch of space between you while you both stare at the ceiling, sporting matching lazy grins.

“i can’t believe we did that.” oscar mutters, a layer of disbelief in his voice.

“i think we should do it again.” you tease, except you are deadly serious.

“agreed.” he breathes.

“this stays between us, right?” you whisper, shyly.

“always.”

-

always makes your skin crawl now. you’re sick of having him in the dark, of having to avoid him in public for fear of turning into a lovesick fool. it’s embarrassing, really, unrequited love.

you can barely follow qualifying, staring blankly at the empty space in the garage where oscar’s car resides. you manage to catch the radio message through the headset you have on, the one where oscar’s muttering about a stupid mistake that’s just knocked him out. he’s limping back to the pits, licking his wounds.

you feel a pang in your chest, sympathetic and disappointed for him. you wonder what his mistake was, where his mind was. you’ll wait for the right moment, swallow the ache in your heart and your pride, and you’ll comfort him. he gets led away by frustrated engineers immediately, studying lines of data with furrowed eyebrows. you watch from afar, but then your heart sinks to your feet when four words sound through your headphones.

“lando, are you okay?”

will sounds stressed, repeating the four words that make your world stop spinning on its axis. everyone in the garage is staring at the tv screen, breaths held, stomachs tight.

your brothers car sits in tatters, carbon fibre littering the track. you can see the fluorescents of his helmet burrowed in the cockpit, still. your mouth hangs open, one hand clutching your chest, the other covering your quivering lips. you’re numb.

that feeling returns, the one of eyes burning into your weathered features. your wide eyes flit to the australian boy watching you from across the garage, and you beg silently for him to just come to you, pull you close, tell you that lando is okay and that he loves you back.

and lando is okay, his winded voice reassuring you over the radio.

but you stand there alone.

just like always.

-

somewhere in brazil, about 5 months ago

“what’s your favourite colour?” oscar mumbles lazily, lips bumping your cheekbone.

you’re curled up on his lap watching the sunset from his balcony. he was well behind lando after qualifying, and he’d craved a moment alone with you all day.

the air was thick, humid, the hot orange sun sinking far off in the horizon. you turn to face him, his features illuminated by the hazy glow. the sunlight makes his chocolate eyes sparkle warmly, so pretty.

“brown.” you whisper, scanning his face.

he laughs lowly, his chest rumbling.

“brown?” he questions teasingly.

“yep.” you grin, pecking his lips softly.

“why?”

“go look at those pretty eyes of yours in the mirror.” you retort smoothly, threading your fingers through his shower-damp strands.

“you flirting with me?”

“you bet i am.”

you twist back around, facing the view once more, moulding into his body. he kisses over your shoulder, resting his chin. you stay there content until the sun is gone and the stars twinkle.

-

the air in the room is thick, awkwardly silent.

he stands leaning against the desk, opposite where you sit on your bed. the lights are low in your hotel room, the imprint of your body still fresh against the mattress. you’d been crying when he knocked, eyes rimmed red, skin flushed raw.

“you just stood there.” you croak.

“love, i-“

“don’t call me that. please.”

hurt flashes across his features, but like he knows it’s not fair of him to complain, he buries it immediately.

“i just… will you hear me out?” oscar pleads quietly.

you nod feebly.

“it’s impossible. this, us. i wanted to go to you but i- i couldn’t, i didn’t know how that would look and i didn’t want to jeopardise this.”

“but you did.” you whisper. his face shatters, falling fast.

“no, no, i can be there when you need me-“

“but you weren’t!” you cry, your body physically sinking, your shoulders drooping.

“i can fix this, i will.”

“i think we need to stop this, osc. it’s too painful for me. i’ve tried to move past the hurt but after today…” your voice shakes and you crumble, the first tear falling.

“i’m not trying to hurt you.” he crosses the space between you in two rushed steps, collapsing to his knees before you.

“that’s not good enough.” you bite back. “i’m not going to be some guys dirty little secret. i won’t do it anymore oscar.”

“i was trying to protect you… this.” he gestures between you desperately

“i know, oscar. i know! but i never asked you to do that. i can’t love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life.” the words slip from your tongue, abrasive and messy, before your brain can catch up.

you grimace, biting your tongue, but oscar’s reaction couldn’t be further from your own. his watery eyes widen, pink lips pulling into a boyish grin.

“i don’t want to love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life either.” oscar whispers, tentatively taking your hands. you stare down at your slowly intertwining fingers, a familiar warmth oozing through your body. “i wanna love you everywhere.”

“show me.” you murmur through shaky breath.

“i will.” he leans in, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “for as long as you let me, i will.”

“just come here.” your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him into a kiss, one born of frustration, and longing, and a year of late night talking about everything except how much you love each other.

oscar pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you, starving. you pull him flush against you, leaving no room between your bodies. you crave the feel of his entire weight pressing you into the mattress and as he does, you feel at home. when you pull apart, catching your breaths, he says it properly, for the first time, and the world gets lighter.

“i love you.” oscar cups your jaw, those chocolate eyes boring into yours, the intensity of it knocking you for six. “always.” he adds.

the meaning of the word changes. always doesn’t mean a shameful, taboo secret anymore. life is breathed into the six lettered word; always means you and him, together, finally out of the shadows.

“i love you, osc.” you whisper.

he’s smiling when he kisses you again, unbuttoning your blouse like he’ll die if he doesn’t get the offending item off of your frame. you retaliate by shoving his t-shirt up his back, tugging greedily at it to strip him bare. the material comes off easily and as he sits up to throw it away, you shrug off your blouse and it meets his shirt on the floor. his hands smooth over your curves, brushing the pudge of your belly as he finds the zip of your skirt, ruining the fasten in his state of haste. you barely notice the way he’s ruined the item of clothing, urgently unbuttoning his jeans. your underwear is gone too, nothing separating you but your bra, restless hands on heated skin.

“we need to be quiet.” you breathe. “lando’s next door.” oscar giggles, tinged pink.

“get on top, love.” he drawls, flipping onto his back and taking you with him.

he sits up with you in his lap, nothing anchoring either of you in the middle of the bed. the imprint of your devastated form is gone, replaced by the shape of him. you can feel the head of his cock nudging through your folds, slicking him up so that he can slide nice and deep. he trails his fingers between your legs, thumbing at your clit in deft circles, just the way he knows you like it. you’re mewling in his lap, grinding down on the pad of his thumb; it’s so good but it’s not enough.

“please, osc.” you pant, urging him to let you sink down on his cock. you can see how red it is, feel the way it throbs for you, and the need to be full of him is almost paralysing.

“come on, pretty girl. fill yourself up.” oscar mutters against the shell of your ear.

he kisses down your throat as you slide down on him, dropping your hips firm against his.

“fuck.” you cry, your forehead falling against his shoulder.

“you okay, sweetheart? feel so good for me.” oscar coos, his fingertips digging hard into your hips.

“so good, baby.” your head rolls back, feeling him hit that spot tucked away within your walls.

your breaths mingle, your breasts flush against his chest, and as if he realises that he never stripped you of your pesky bra, he grunts, unclasping the black lace and flinging it somewhere far away. he gently mumbles an awestruck “fuck”, as if he hasn’t seen your tits a million and one times before, and latches onto your nipple. his tongue works in slow circles, matching the pace of your hips working languidly on his cock, and you keen further into his body.

“prettiest girl for me.” oscar grits out, his eyes squeezing shut when you clamp down on him, hard.

you’re both trying so hard to be quiet, overwhelmed by touch and taste, love. you’re growing tired, hurtling towards a desperate release, and oscar can sense it, the feel of your quivering thighs tightening around his hips spurring him on. he grinds up into you, maintaining your pace, but he’s fucking you harder now, the anticipation of your release sending shivers down his spine.

“you gonna cum for me?” oscar grunts, holding your hips down against him. you can’t move, his hold too tight and your body too tired, all you can do is wait for your orgasm to hit like a ton of bricks. you nod frantically.

“yes, oscar, please baby.” you beg for it, and like the true gentleman he is, the calloused pad of his pointer finger finds its home on your clit, sending you into an upwards spiral.

it’s as if you’re levitating when you let go, in a dreamlike state, your teeth sinking hard into his pale shoulder to muffle a surefire whine of his name. he’s rutting into you, prolonging the bliss.

“cum inside of me.” you urge, voice barely above a whisper. well, you’ve certainly never done this before.

oscar’s eyes roll into the back of his head, tears pricking his lash line. a guttural gasp of your name spills from his lips when he lets go, painting your insides warm and white. you stare at the tiny indents your teeth had left on his thick shoulder, his breath hitting the crook of your neck warm and wet as he comes down.

“‘m yours, and i’m here. i’m always gonna be here, i promise.” oscar speaks so quietly that you wonder if you’ve imagined it.

-

“when i made that mistake today, i was thinking about you.”

you’ve been laying there in silence for a while now, tucked under his arm when he speaks. you turn to look at him, perplexed.

“what?”

“i felt so awful about what i said after we, you know. you looked so upset with me, and i don’t blame you.” oscar sighs.

“i just don’t want to feel like a shameful secret, osc.” you tell him quietly, the words heavy on your tongue.

“you won’t, not anymore. ‘m so sorry, sweetheart.” he lulls, kissing over your hairline.

“how do we make this work? and how are we ever gonna explain this to-“

“lando.” oscar cuts you off, shifting uncomfortable. “he’s going to murder me and my entire bloodline.” he chuckles nervously.

“he won’t murder you. he might put you in a gravel trap, though.” you roll onto your side, smiling teasingly up at him and he rolls his eyes.

“i’ll take the heat. you’re worth it.”

-

“promise me.” you pant, his hips grinding into you. you’re curled into his chest, still spooning and barely awake. he’d woken up needy, and you were even needier, the faint glow of early morning sunshine washing over you through a crack in the beige curtains.

“anything.” oscar stutters, his breath warm against the back of your neck. his nose bumps your skin, teeth scraping the shell of your ear.

you stop meeting his thrusts. he whines low, wordlessly pleading for you to resume. he ruts his hips against your ass, chasing friction.

“tell me it’s all gonna be different now.”

“i already told you, i-“ oscar grunts.

“promise me.” you purposely clamp down on him, a hiss sounding from between his gritted teeth.

“promise, i promise, i love you.”

you giggle, rocking your hips again, fucking yourself onto him once more.

“i know.”

“you gonna let me off the hook?” oscar pants in your ear, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth.

“still gotta prove yourself, piastri.” you moan.

he feels deeper like this and he knows it, revelling in the way he’s filled you up so perfectly. he rolls into you slowly, sliding against each and every spot that makes you squirm. you drop your guard, going limp in his arms to let him finish you off.

“you nearly there, sweetheart? you gonna cum for me, love?” his accents thickens in the mornings, husky and intoxicating. you fall apart, then, and he stays buried inside of you, the only sounds in the room your matching heavy breathing.

“i need you to get dressed.” oscar kisses your cheek.

“kicking me out already?” you feign offence, looking at him over your shoulder.

his fingers come to cup your chin, his forehead resting against yours.

“there’s something we gotta do.”

-

you’re wearing your skirt from the day before, the waistband rolled over to make up for the oscar-destroyed zipper. his hoodie that you’ve stolen almost completely covers the short skirt, and your messy hair and poorly removed makeup don’t do much to convince anyone that you’d actually slept in your own room last night.

still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you don’t really comprehend where oscar is leading you, but when the elevator dings, signalling that you’ve reached the restaurant floor, you’re suddenly painfully awake. time seems to move in slow motion, your tummy twisting as you realise what’s about to happen.

ahead of you, tucked into the corner of the restaurant is your brother, jon, and ashley. lando is already draped in team kit, the papaya of his hoodie blaring obnoxiously for once, a warning sign.

“oscar, what-“

“i’m doing this.” he affirms, speeding up his stride.

oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god.

your heart speeds up, dropping to the pit in your belly when lando notices you, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in the bewildering sight before him. his baby sister, disheveled and wide-eyed, and his teammate holding her hand, on a mission.

“what the fuck am i looking at?” lando doesn’t sound angry, per say, more perplexed than anything. there is an edge to his voice that you don’t particularly like, but he hasn’t started swinging yet, you suppose.

“i’m in love with your sister. like, for real. you deserve to know that.” oscar says confidently, somewhat monotonously.

lando opens his mouth, closes it. opens it again, closes it. he repeats the process a few more times, going through the motions of an emotional rollercoaster.

but then, he sighs deeply, a grin of disbelief stretching across his face. jon bangs on the table excitedly, and ash is shaking his head.

“you owe us so much money.” jon laughs, his head tipping back.

“pay up, boss.” ash sticks his hand out expectantly, smirking across the table.

“what… what?” you exclaim, narrowing your eyes in confusion.

“i didn’t wanna believe them.” lando shrugs.

“don’t blame you.” oscar chimes in, and you stare between the two mclaren drivers in bewilderment.

“are you okay with this?” you question, staring your brother in the eyes, still a bit disoriented by the entire situation. his face softens, a genuine smile lingering small on his lips.

“if you’re happy, i’ll make my peace with it.” lando’s eyes flit between you and oscar.

all of the sudden, a look of horror crosses his face, and his voice turns stern.

“but,” he inhales shakily. “if i ever, ever, hear again what i think i heard last night,” he glares at oscar, pointing one firm finger at the australian, who stands up a bit straighter. “you’re dead, piastri.”

jon and ash bite back giggles at the empty threat, and you take it upon yourself to put an end to the situation before it gets any more awkward.

“well, on that note!” you sing-song, dragging oscar away.

“and make sure you’re using protection!” lando calls out, panic stricken, big brother mode activated.

“oh my god.” you blush dark pink, speeding up, the elevator in your sights.

“that went well.” oscar quips sarcastically. he looks rather happy with himself.

you kiss him as soon as the metal doors shut.

-

you do go out after the race, but for once it’s not to drink away the memories of a weekend in oscar’s arms. this time, it’s to celebrate the fact that you can love him out loud, and he’ll do the same right back.

you’re dancing in his arms, bright lights in shades of blues and purples streaming over your bodies. oscar holds you close, keeps you wrapped in his arms, despite the shock on the faces of others at the sight of lando norris’s baby sister publicly besotted with his teammate.

when oscar kisses you deep, smiling against your lips that taste like cherry liquor, you know that this last year of your life wasn’t in vain.

you and oscar, you’re built to last.

-

“how did you not see it, mate?” charles beams, crinkles by his eyes from the wide smile he’s sporting. he’s clearly drunk, but lando is too.

it appears he’s clocked the brits sister and her australian suitor on the dance floor.

the monagasque has rocked up to the bar with alex and pierre in tow, the three of them slapping lando on the back as they arrive.

“i guess there were signs.” lando shrugs, dragging his finger over the rim of the crystal glass.

“signs? mate it was obvious.” pierre chuckles, pushing lando’s shoulder.

“wait, you all knew?” lando splutters.

yeah. duh. come on, man.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s funnier.” charles… winks? it’s hard to tell with him.

lando finds you in the crowd, grinning up at oscar like he hung the stars in the sky. the younger mclaren driver returns your look, and it sparks warmth in lando’s chest.

you’re gonna be okay.

-

hehe

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Next Door Neighbors

Summary: You just wanted peace and quiet and Harry just wanted to jam out in his garage for his birthday. So you decide to confront your new neighbor but things don't go as you planned.

A/N: Here it is! Sorry I didn't get it out earlier but it's here now! Enjoy this little 🎈 Harry Styles Happy Birthday Treat 🎈xoxo

Word Count: 7.8k

Warning: 18+ only, smut

It was the perfect house with the perfect backyard in the perfect neighborhood. You’d hit the jackpot. Your first big girl purchase. A house with a lovely garden, two bedrooms, a lovely little kitchen with the perfect rays of light that shone in through the big windows all morning. And the neighborhood was nice and quiet where you could enjoy your weekends in peace reading to your heart’s content.

It was a huge upgrade from the apartment life you endured for years while you saved up for just this thing. And you’d finally found it. Things seemed to be coming together for you in life finally.

On Friday after you got off work, Zoya called, asking if you wanted to go out with the girls but you politely declined, “I’m just gonna stay in I think. I hope you don’t mind. Maybe next weekend, Zo.”

You had a bottle of wine tucked under your arm as you held your cell phone to your ear on your way to the checkout lane at the little neighborhood market a few blocks from your house. Your new house. The one with your name on the mortgage.

Your plan was to drink a little wine in your cute new backyard and read a book, just taking in the peace of your new place.

You turned on the twinkle lights over your back porch (your dad had helped you put them up into the trees) and sat down in your outdoor lounge chair with a glass of wine and the book you’d been looking forward to reading. The sun had just gone down and you could hear crickets. A perfect Friday night, in your opinion.

That is until you were twenty pages into your book and suddenly the loud racket of what sounded like obnoxiously loud live music playing from next door had you closing your book and standing up to investigate.

The closer you got the more you could hear the unmistakable sound of a live band playing, the pop of a snare drum, the trill of a guitar... You looked over the wood fence into the driveway of your neighbor’s home and couldn’t see much but you saw lights on inside of the garage and the loud ruckus of a homemade instrumental band.

You didn’t want to be one of those neighbors. One of those awful people who complained about everything their neighbors did. But this was ridiculous. It seemed they had no regard for any of the people that lived around them.

Walking back to what was supposed to be your little oasis you sat down and grumped to yourself about how rude some people could be. You’d give them one hour until you went over there and told them in person to lower the noise.

You’d only been living in your little house for a few days and this was your first Friday night. You had really been looking forward to a peaceful night at home. Not even your second glass of wine could calm you down.

You didn’t know why you were so mad about it. In your apartment, you were bombarded with noise from all the neighbors who shared a wall with you and the loud heard of elephants that lived above you.

But this? It was meant to be your sanctuary. Your place of solitude.

But you’d had it. When an hour had passed and you paced around your backyard getting up the nerve to walk over there you huffed and psyched yourself up as you made your way into the front yard of your neighbor’s house and could see three men inside the wide open garage. A drummer pounding away, and two men standing – one with a guitar and another with a bass.

You stepped into the driveway and clutched your cardigan closer to your chest as you appeared at the threshold of the garage and the music abruptly stopped when the tall one with dark curls laid his eyes on you.

“Hi. You’re the new neighbor,” he raised his hand from the neck of the guitar he had slung over his shoulder and smiled.

You instantly no longer were raging with anger when you heard his voice and realized this was the man you’d seen briefly the morning before as he got into his car. You imagined he was attractive but not this attractive. Tattoos along one arm, thick curls, plush pink lips, dimples…

“Uh… yeah. I just moved in next door a few days ago.” You looked behind yourself and back toward the men before continuing, “I was hoping you guys could–“

Your voice was cut off by the clash of a symbol then the hit of a snare before the drummer tapped his sticks together, “We’re in the middle of something here in case you didn’t see.”

“Hey… chill. Don’t be rude man,” the curly-headed man with the guitar shot a look at the drummer before looking back at you, “What were you saying? Sorry.”

You shifted on your feet, “I was wondering if you guys could keep it down. It’s so loud and it’s all I can hear while I’m trying to read.”

The guy with the bass guitar spoke, “Oh come on, lady. We hardly ever get to do this.”

Your neighbor began removing his guitar, lifting the strap over his head as he looked at the other two, “Let’s call it a night guys. That’s enough.”

The other two began to grumble as they packed away their things and your neighbor stepped out of the garage in front of you with his hand held out to you, “I’m Harry.”

You smiled and placed your palm against his, “Y/n.”

The drummer came up beside Harry, “Today’s his birthday you know. The only thing he wanted today was to jam out for a bit.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Harry, “Oh. I didn’t know. I’m sorry… you–“

“Don’t worry about it. We had a good hour. I’m beat anyway. Long week at work.”

The bassist gave Harry a side hug, “I’m gonna head home. See you later, okay? Happy birthday, dude.”

“Oh. I should leave. I’m really sorry again,” you waved as you began to back away.

But Harry stepped in toward you, “Stick around for a minute okay?”

The drummer followed suit, bidding Harry a happy birthday and then getting into his car to drive away as you stood awkwardly at the edge of the garage until it was just you and Harry.

“I’m sorry. I feel really bad that they left. And it’s your birthday too? I’ll… do you want a bottle of wine or something? Let me grab you a bottle as a gift and an apology…”

Harry grinned at you and shook his head, “Mind if I come with you? I’d love to see the inside of the house. Never got the chance to see it before. That can be your birthday gift to me.”

You noted the smirk on his face, his confident posture, and then you realized he had crystalline green eyes. Something in the way he was looking at you gave you those ridiculous butterflies in your tummy.

“Yeah. Of course, Harry.” You turned and he followed behind you as you led him into your backyard, closing the gate behind yourself.

“This is the backyard. I’m gonna put in some flowers over there,” you pointed, “And maybe do something with the porch at some point.”

Harry looked around the backyard briefly before he put his gaze back on you as you opened up your door to let him inside. You were sure you were insane to be letting your neighbor, whom you did not know, into our house with you alone at night, but you only live once, isn’t that what they say?

“Kitchen,” you gestured your hand and then moved through into the living room where Harry trailed behind you and looked around.

“It’s nice. I like how big the windows are. Always was jealous of how big they are compared to mine.”

You looked up at him and smiled, “It’s one of the reasons I bought the place. The window in the kitchen overlooking the backyard kind of sealed the deal for me. Lots of great light comes in for most of the day.”

“I bet it does,” he kept his eyes on you and your tummy was still fluttering about.

“Over here is the bedroom,” you flipped on the switch, “It’s got its own full bathroom. Tiny but I like it.” You turned to move down the hall and flipped on the switch to the hallway bathroom, “Another bathroom, here,” and then moved to the final door, pushing it open to an empty room, “And at some point, I’ll furnish this. It’ll be like an office, guest room sort of thing.”

You turned off the light and looked back at Harry who was standing right behind you.

“Thank you, for showing me around.”

You felt your face warm up as you looked at him. You liked how he said your name. Liked how his lips moved around his words when he spoke.

“Of course. Um… do you want any wine? I was a glass and a half into a bottle if you want to finish it with me?”

That was an easy yes from Harry. You brought your glass in from outside and pulled out a clean one for your neighbor before pouring a bit of the burgundy liquid inside for him.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” you held your glass out to him and he tapped the edge of his glass to yours, “Sorry that I ruined it, though. I kind of feel awful.”

Harry shook his head, “Don’t be sorry. Like I said, it was a long week at work and we had a good hour anyway. Plus this is nice. Getting to know my neighbor,” he took a sip of his wine.

“How old are you today?” You took a sip of your wine as you watched him.

“30,” he sighed, “Grown adult officially.” He smiled.

You laughed at his remark and nodded, “Yes, 30 marks the official entry into adulthood. That’s my belief as well.”

You really liked Harry. He was easy to talk to and you decided he made you feel very comfortable.

“So, you’re a musician?” You raised your brows.

He shook his head and chuckled, “Well, I like to sing and play instruments. I’m not really great or anything. Just a hobby. Used to be in a band in college but then I realized I had to get a real job and figure out how to pay my bills and get along in life.”

You leaned your bottom into your kitchen counter and smiled at him, “Oh yeah. I know all about that. Would be nice if we could make good money just doing our hobbies so we didn’t have to get real jobs,” you laughed, “What do you do for work?”

“I’m an electrical contractor. Have a small business with three employees. It’s hard work but it pays well. Most of the time.”

You smiled. He continued to get more attractive the more he talked and the more you learned. It didn’t hurt that you could tell he was in incredibly great shape as well. He was tall, his shoulders were broad and his shirt stretched tightly over the lats at his back and hung loosely where his waist was, indicating a nice healthy build and upper body strength. His arms were lean muscle and even his thighs filled out the tops of his jeans so you understood it wasn’t just his upper body that was well-muscled.

You heard Harry chuckle as you darted your eyes back up to his. You’d been caught checking him out. You hadn’t meant to let your eyes scrape down his frame but… well. Here you were.

“And what do you do, Y/n?”

Harry kept his sight on you as he sipped from his glass. His sultry gaze was doing things to your hormones and making your heart pump a little harder behind your ribcage.

“I’m the general manager at SpendCo,” you laughed and shrugged, “Not a fancy job but I like it. Good benefits. Was able to save up for this place,” you gestured your hand around the kitchen.

“My job’s not fancy either,” Harry laughed, “But yeah. It’s steady work. A good paycheck.”

You nodded. You could relate in some ways. You’d gone to school for business but wound up working your way up from the bottom at SpendCo. When you started you were making just over minimum wage as a cashier, but now you worked in the office, Monday through Friday (no more weekends for you) and had shift managers and employees working under you. It felt good to be the boss.

“Wanna sit in the living room? Couch is brand new. In fact, I’ve hardly even had the chance to sit in it myself.”

“Yeah. Let’s break that couch in, Y/n,” Harry grinned as he nudged you with his shoulder.

Oh?

You laughed at his comment but decided to not take it the way you imagined he meant. Of course, he obviously meant just sitting on it and breaking it in that way. Certainly, there were no innuendos behind his words.

You didn’t have a proper coffee table yet so you pulled an empty bin with a lid to the front of the couch, “We’ll use this to put our glasses on. Still not done decorating or buying things I need, as you can tell.”

Harry sat his glass down on the plastic lid of the bin and pointed at your stereo setup next to the TV, “Can I put on some music?”

“Yeah, sure,” you smiled as you took another sip of your wine and watched your handsome neighbor get up and turn on your stereo and speakers. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and searched for the Bluetooth to connect and a song began to play over your speakers.

“Like Chris Isaak?” Harry asked as he sat down on the couch, right next to you, his knee knocking into yours.

“Yeah… I think. I’ve heard this song before anyway,” you smiled as you looked down at your thighs.

Harry leaned his back into the cushion and you felt him shifting next to you, his arm propped up on the back of the seat behind you.

“So where did you live before you moved in here?”

You turned your head to look at him before placing your eyes safely on the plastic bin, “In an apartment over in Roger’s Park. Nice little neighborhood. But I hated living in an apartment. Lugging groceries up three flights of stairs every time I went shopping. I mean I got used to it but still…” you laughed.

“Oh yeah. I know what you mean. I used to live in an apartment too. Actually also in Roger’s Park… but that was like five years ago.”

You peeked at him with your brows raised, “Yeah? You lived in Roger’s Park too? What area?”

“Off Grand near the big bus terminal.”

“Wait. For real? At Sheraton Oaks?”

Harry furrowed his brows and squinted, “Yes. Shit. Is that where you lived?”

“It is. 3rd floor. Apartment 10.”

Harry turned his body toward you, his thigh flush against yours, “No fucking way, Y/n. I lived in apartment 10,” he pointed his thumb at himself with a wide surprised grin on his face.

You shook your head and looked at him in disbelief, “That’s wild. How funny that two people who used to live in the same apartment at different times became next-door neighbors. What are the chances?”

Harry laughed, “Seems quite unlikely in such a big city.”

You and Harry sat facing one another in amazement as a new song came on.

“You okay?” Harry’s pupils ran over your features and you saw him looking at your lips as he poked his tongue out to wet his own.

“Yeah. Why?”

Harry softly smiled as he lifted his hand to your face and you felt the pad of his thumb press into your cheek, “You’re biting the inside of your cheeks. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t nervous or something.”

You puffed out a laugh and shook your head, “No. I’m not nervous. Sometimes I chew on the inside of my cheeks. Bad habit.”

Harry nodded shallowly with his eyes on you but he didn’t respond. Instead, he reached for his glass and took a sip of wine.

“So… um…” you glanced at him and shot your eyes to his hand that held the stem of the glass. His hands were nice and big and you noticed he had his nails painted, alternating blue and yellow.

“So, um… What? What were you gonna say?”

You gulped and forced yourself to look into his eyes. He was so handsome and you were beginning to get hot all over. He was too close (not that that was a bad thing), his thigh was solid against yours, and his eyes were drawing something out of you. He was alluring.

“I don’t…” you shook your head, “Forgot what I was gonna say.”

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth, a muted grin on his face as you watched dimples carve into his cheeks. Like he knew what you were thinking.

“I like this sweater,” he gestured toward your cardigan and you looked down at it. It was knitted with a cat playing with a ball of yarn on the left side.

“My aunt bought it for me for Christmas last year,” you smiled and as you brought your eyes up you noticed he was wearing a necklace but you couldn’t see the whole thing as it was tucked under his t-shirt.

He pulled at a button on your cardigan and cocked his head as he looked at you, “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n? Do you want me to leave?”

Your eyes widened, “Oh no. This is nice. I… I’m okay. Honestly.”

“Okay. You just seem a little frazzled. Want to make sure I’m not doing anything that’s making you uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, “No. You’re great. You haven’t done anything to make me uncomfortable.” You bit your bottom lip into your mouth and tried to give off an air of calm and confidence like Harry was but he was something else. He was so incredibly attractive and the eye contact was making you slowly melt. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to what it would be like to kiss him.

He grinned, one side of his mouth pulling upward, “I see.”

You watched as he took a deep breath and placed his wine glass back down before looking back into your eyes, “So, um… can I ask you a personal question?”

You nodded, “Yeah. Sure.”

“Do you have a boyfriend or…?”

Your brows raised upward, “Oh. Uh, no. No boyfriend,” you put your hands into your lap and fiddled with your fingers, “And, uh… you? Significant other?”

A breathy laugh fell from his chest as he shook his head, “Nope.” He popped the p as he responded.

You nodded and looked down at the hand that he’d placed over his thigh. His pinky was pressed into your leg. You were sure he was giving you some kind of signal. All the signs were there. His body language, eye contact, asking you about a boyfriend, and the nearness of him… He was so close you could smell the soap he used.

“Mmm…” you racked your brain to think of anything to say, “How long have you lived here?”

He licked his lips again, “Five years. Moved out of Sheraton Oaks and then bought the house next door.”

You smiled, “So that means I moved in right after you moved out.”

Harry slowly moved his hand further toward your leg and you felt his pinky and ring finger press into your leggings before subtly bending his pinky finger out to rub the fabric under his digit, “Sounds like we have a lot in common.”

“Yeah. Guess so,” you gave him a weak smile and looked down at his hand.

“Am I overstepping?”

You shook your head and looked up at him.

“No? What about if I kissed you? Is that too much?”

Your breath caught in your lungs as you kept your eyes pinned to his and shook your head again.

“No, it’s not too much? Or no you don’t want me to kiss you?”

You swallowed and your heart bounced around in your chest so wildly you could almost hear it, “No, it’s not too much.”

The smile on Harry’s face was soft as he looked from your eyes to your mouth, “It’s okay then? You don’t mind the birthday boy stealing a kiss from his cute neighbor?”

That pulled a laugh from you just as he hoped it would, “I’d like that I think.”

Harry slid his free hand up to the side of your neck, his thumb at the base of your jaw close to your ear, “Last chance to say no.”

You laughed again and placed your palm over the top of his hand that had fully moved over your thigh, “Kiss me.”

The slow movement of his face toward yours, the nudge of his nose to your skin, hot puffs of breath spreading over your cheek, soft lips brushing against the edge of your mouth, before he finally pressed his smooth pink lips against yours was alchemic. Something about him, about the way he handled himself and spoke to you and devoured you with his eyes… But with his mouth against yours, his thumb softly rubbing at your jaw, and his hand moving to fit his fingers between yours as he kept it pressed over your thigh you felt electrified.

And he tasted like mint and smelled like soap and his lips were smooth and moist against yours. Your Friday night had already turned out far better than you imagined it would.

Yeah. Making out on your new couch in your new house with your new neighbor was way better.

You slid the palm of your free hand up his shoulder and to the nape of his neck as his own grip on the side of your neck and jaw tightened the slightest.

But your mind was on his mouth. The heat coming from his touch. The way his tongue slid through your lips to beckon them open…

Harry pulled at your hand and urged you toward his lap. Parting your legs you sat down over the spread of his thighs, settling yourself as close to him as possible.

He slid his hands up your thighs and you felt ravenous. It was as if sitting in his lap made it so much more real. He was moving things along and you were keeping pace.

You pressed your tongue against his and softly rocked your hips down. As your pelvis tilted against Harry, he moaned into your mouth and it was the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

“Fuck. You still good?” He parted from the kiss, keeping his nose bumped against yours.

You breathed out a yes as you nodded and when you lifted your face your lips brushed against his and it started all over again. Lips smothered over lips and tongues wetly dragging against tongues.

Harry’s hands inched up to your hips and you pressed your fingers into the back of his neck, feeling his pulse, steady and strong under your skin.

He lapped over your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and then dropped his cushiony lips down to your jaw, peppering damp kisses under the space of your chin and over your neck.

You loved having your neck kissed. Not just loved it… you craved it. The feel of a man’s breath and mouth and tongue and nose against your pulse point and the delicate skin that wrapped over blood pumping through your arteries had your skin tingling.

Another rock of your hips down and you felt the obvious swell of something growing under his jeans. He hissed and you backed away from his mouth, not knowing if his sharp inhale was from pain or if he liked the slide of the fabric over your crotch pressing against him.

When you looked at his eyes he was a different man. His pupils had widened and his plush pink lips were wet and parted, nostrils taking in air heavily as you felt his fingers dig into your hips.

“Did I hurt you?” You brought one of your hands toward his jaw feeling the light scruff along the bone under your knuckles.

He shook his head, “No. Not at all. But I do need to reposition.”

You looked down between your bodies and moved back on his thighs to give him space but before your brain could connect to your motions you were reaching down for his button to unpluck from the thick jean fabric. He gently lifted his hips as you unzipped his pants and then you looked at him as you pushed the bottom hem of his shirt upward over the band of his underwear.

“You wanna help?” He spoke breathily as you nodded and pulled the elastic away from his skin with one hand and used the other to reach under the fabric. It was sparse hair and skin and then and then denser hair and warmth until you felt him tucked awkwardly to the side against his pelvis.

The small coo that fell from your mouth was involuntary as you wrapped your hand around him. Hot and thick in your hand. He inhaled sharply again when he felt your palm on his cock as you helped guide him upright.

Your breath was unsteady and shallow as you kept your eyes on Harry’s, “God, Harry.”

“What?” His teasing smirk gave away that he knew what. He knew his cock was big and watching your reaction to that was pleasing.

You gulped and peeked down at it, your hand still holding the fabric away from his hips. A swollen, smooth ruddy colored tip that matched the pink of his lips. The length of which pushed out from the top of the band and sat perfectly in between two fern tattoos at his hips along the bare part of his skin.

“It’s…” you looked back up at him, “It’s nice.”

Harry breathed out a laugh, “Nice? Why thank you.” He grinned.

But then you felt his fingers slide under your t-shirt, pushing the fabric up slowly until his skin was pressed into your sides. It felt like he was urging you to remove your shirt so you did. Pulling your cardigan off first you let it fall to the floor at Harry’s feet before you peeled your t-shirt off.

Harry was surprised to see you weren’t wearing a bra. It had been easy enough to hide under the knitted sweater you figured, so you never put a bra on when you went to confront him earlier. And of course, you weren’t wearing one. It was meant to be a quiet Friday night in. There had been no need.

He pushed his hands up your sides until his fingers were wrapped around your ribs with his thumbs pressing into the soft plump underside of your tits.

You watched him take you in. Your nipples were straining and goosebumps littered your flesh as he ghosted his thumbs along the sensitive tissue.

It felt like so much. You had never done anything remotely sexual with someone you didn’t know. But Harry was hot and you were turned on. So much so that you could feel the dampness in your panties.

You reached back to his chest, pulling at his shirt. You wanted to see more. Wanted to know what he looked like underneath it all. You knew he was fit. And you were positive there were more tattoos hidden away under the material of his shirt.

With his eyes on yours, he moved his hands away from your breasts and pulled his shirt off, taking the back and bringing it over his head at the front. You got a glimpse of the necklace he wore. A white gold cross that slapped against his chest when it caught on the fabric of his shirt as he removed it.

You had been right. His body was defined and strong. Bulky muscular pecs and toned abs. Inked skin from his clavicle to the butterfly under his pectorals and down to the ferns, where his cock poked out of the top of his underwear.

Pressing your palms over his pecs you smoothed your hands down over his nipples and to the butterfly tattoo underneath.

Harry put his hands on your hips again while you admired his torso and you felt his fingers dip under the waistband of your dark-colored tights. Another signal. A question seeking approval for more.

Drawing your eyes up to his you put your hands over his fingers and pushed the material down with him.

Of course, sitting in his lap hindered too much movement but he understood your hint as he pushed you up by your hips and you found yourself being moved off of his lap to your back on the couch.

“Still good, Y/n?” He looked at you with those dark pupils, an air of respectful authority. He made your skin boil.

You nodded, “I’m good.”

Harry began to pull at the stretchy fabric, bringing it down your hips and over your thighs til your knees were free and then he lifted your legs so he could get the leggings off your feet.

When your pants were on the floor, he still had your legs held upward, one hand at the back of your ankles and you peered down at him indulging in the sight of your skin at the back of your thighs and down to your bottom covered in your panties.

You saw a grin on his face as he brought your legs down before he stood up and pulled his jeans off his legs.

His body was so strong and masculine. He could easily dominate you, the thought briefly crossed your mind as you watched the muscles in his arms flex, his abs clench, and the sinew on his powerful-looking thighs bulge as he steadied himself one leg at a time until his jeans were off and he was only clad in his underwear with dark inky designs on his skin and even on his thigh.

He kneed himself down onto the couch, hovering over you as you naturally spread your legs to allow him space between your thighs.

And the feel of his hard shaft pressing over your mound before his lips dropped down to yours once again had you dazed. It almost didn’t feel real.

“So fucking hot, Y/n…” he whispered against your lips, “Made me so hard.”

You gasped when he rocked himself down over you, fabric rubbing against fabric until your arousal had seeped through your panties and began wetting his underwear.

He moaned and parted from this kiss, “You’re all wet.” He slid himself upward and then back with a grin. “You like that?”

You nodded with a moan.

“Yeah? What else do you want, Y/n? Hm? Want to get rid of these panties?”

You moved your shaky hands down your hips and pushed at the fabric to bring them down. All you wanted was him. Your hormones were screaming at you and all you could think about was his big cock and how it would feel sliding inside of you.

Harry laughed at how enthusiastic you seemed and moved back to help you remove your panties, “Okay. We can get these off. Mind if I lose my underwear too?”

You sat up and reached for the band of his briefs as he began to push them down until he was completely bare before you.

His cock hung heavy outward, pointing toward you, like it was beckoning to be touched so you did, reaching for him and taking your palm from his tip to his base until your hand hit the dark thatch of hair and then pulled back up to his smooth head.

“I want it. Want to feel it, Harry.” You looked at him as you pumped him again.

He groaned as he watched your small hand move along his length.

“Do you have a condom?”

You swallowed and paused your motions. You definitely did not have a condom. Which was quite unfortunate because that could only mean sex was not going to happen unless he had one and was willing to go to his house to get it.

Shaking your head no you frowned.

Harry licked his lips and trailed his eyes over your tits and down your tummy, “S’okay. Plenty of other ways to have fun.”

You whined as you looked down at your hand. You had really wanted to feel that big thing wrecking your insides.

Harry took your chin and tilted your face to look up at him, “What’s wrong?”

You inhaled and let go of his pretty dick, “I wanted to feel you so bad.”

He pressed his mouth against yours, soft reassuring kisses had your heart strumming in your chest.

“Well I would hate to disappoint you,” he grinned, “Want to go to mine? I’ve got condoms. We’ll just have to put some clothes back on.”

You nodded and pushed yourself up, quickly pulling your cardigan on and slipping your leggings back up your legs.

Harry liked how desperate you seemed. That was quite the ego boost. He put his shirt back on and pulled his jeans up but left the zipper down as he clutched the fabric to keep it up.

“Guess that’s good enough for breaking your couch in, yeah?”

You laughed and nodded, “Was a good first use for it I think.”

Harry laughed as he took your hand and you two made your way out your front door to his, hurrying over grass under bare feet and small chuckles until you were in the safety and privacy of his living room. He kept your hand in his until he got to his bedroom where he pulled his shirt off and you followed suit, ridding yourself of the annoying clothing you’d had to put back on.

But you knew it was going to be worth it.

Harry dug into his bedside table for a condom and laid it on top of the wood before looking back at you, “You still want this?”

You nodded and climbed onto his bed. The tunnel vision you had was keeping your mind from wandering too far off course as you watched Harry stroke his cock, long pulls up and down to his base as he crawled after you onto his bed.

You easily opened up your legs for him to fit his hips between and felt his warm cock slipping through your folds, rubbing against your clit.

“So slippery, Y/n.” You knew you were as he drove himself over your labia, smoothing his cock against your arousal back and forth.

A shaky moan fell from your throat and Harry grinned as he smeared his lips against your mouth.

He worked himself up and down, wetting the outside of his cock and his tip as he inched through your pussylips smoothly.

You loved his mouth. Loved how he kissed you. It was raw and felt like he gave a damn. Felt like he was enjoying your mouth just as much as you enjoyed his.

Finally, he pushed himself back and reached for his condom looking at you, “Do want anything else first? Or do just want my cock?”

You looked down at his hard dick with your arousal spread all over him and it was all you wanted.

“I want your cock,” your words were breathy as you looked up into his eyes.

“Yeah? A greedy little thing aren’t you?” Harry began to pull the condom over his shaft, pinching the tip as he dragged the rubber down as far as it would reach before settling himself back against your hips, pushing your thighs back slightly, “So desperate for it,” he nudged his cock down against your pussy and then slid it up to your clit teasingly, “Couldn’t wait to have me inside you. Insisted on it even,” he grinned as he tormented you with his wide girth slipping back and forth against your cunt.

You tilted your hips up and groaned, trying to get him to push inside but he continued his taunting movements, “Now, now… so impatient. I’ll give you what you want soon enough sweetheart. But today’s my birthday so I get to control the pace. Don’t want you getting all bossy with me.”

You moaned and slid your hands over his shoulders as you rolled your hips upward again, kissing his slit with your entrance but this time he placed a hand over your thigh and held you in place, “Is it that bad, Y/n?”

You nodded, “Please, Harry.”

“Mmm… love a well-mannered lady. You gonna be good for me?”

You sighed and you would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t so horny, so out of your mind desperate, “I’m gonna be good. Please.”

“Yeah? Cause once I slide inside of you there’s no turning back.”

You gripped his shoulders tight and groaned, “Please.”

The feel of his warm, heavy cock smeared against your clit was almost too much. In fact, you could probably come from that alone if given enough time.

“So sweet for me, Y/n,” Harry took the thigh he’d been holding down and brought your leg over his low back, smoothing his hand over your skin as he positioned himself at your entrance.

The moment you felt him pressing his bulbous head through your slick muscle you dropped your mouth open and moaned but then his mouth caught yours and the noises you were making became muffled as he moved his lips against your mouth.

You knew he was going to split you in half. The slow glide of his cock inside your warm walls was intense. Inch by inch he pushed in as his lips were wrapped around yours.

Holding onto his lats you lifted your hips against his as he slid back and then buried himself into the hilt. You gasped into his mouth at the ache of him nudging into your guts and then pulling back to his tip only to slide himself back in. Working you open slowly, he continued to drive into your cunt with gushy wet noises coming from your pussy as he stretched you open.

You appreciated him plunging in slowly and easing you into fitting around his cock properly. You liked the warmup but more than that, you needed him to destroy your pussy.

When he felt you bucking upward into him he parted his mouth from yours and sat back with his knees bent. You saw him watching the space where he was connected with your cunt as he continued rolling into you.

His abs were flexing as he steadied himself in and out. You gasped when he began to fuck into you a little faster, his cock sliding through your walls and bumping into all the slick bits on your insides.

A gurgled moan fell from your lips as he smacked his hips into yours. The patting of his balls against your ass came out in wet thuds. Your tits bounced with every long stroke into your tummy and he was panting as he let his eyes scan over your body and up to your pretty face.

“Taking me so well, Y/n. Making me leak into my condom already, pussy’s so good.”

You both moaned as he drove into you, his mattress under you giving way to the force of his thrusts.

“Feels so good, Harry…” you panted.

“Yeah?” He bucked inward and ground against you, swiveling his hips and you gasped at the deep press into your cervix.

His fingers were pinching into your thighs as he stuffed himself in and you gripped his forearms for leverage and lifted your neck to watch as his cock disappeared into your body over and over again.

His shaft was coated with your shiny arousal as he slid in and out, your pussy gripping around his skin perfectly.

Harry’s moans were growing louder as he continued fucking into you wetly, hips slamming against yours making his balls strike into your ass.

His thighs were flexing as he rocked against you while your body was shivering and feeling the bliss of getting an itch scratched that you’d been needing.

You felt his right hand release your thigh and then watched him press his thumb over your slippery clit.

You let out a pathetic cry of relief when he smoothed the pad of his digit in circles on your bud, “Yes! Oh god!”

Harry coughed out a moan as he watched your face twist up, “That feel good, Y/n?”

You focused your sight on his eyes and nodded, “Yes…”

The grin on his face could have been akin to something cocky but your brain was mush as you let him wreck you with deep strokes into your tummy, wet and sloppy, dripping arousal down your ass.

The springs in his mattress were bouncing in time with his thrusts and the wooden frame on his bed creaked when he jerked his hips forward into you.

“Just like that, huh? Pussy needed fucked, yeah?” Harry’s words were coming out tight and shaky. You could hear it in his voice how good it felt for him too.

He pressed down and moved his thumb deliciously over your puffy clit as his cock punched into your organs and tissue making you throw your head back and close your eyes arching your back upward.

Harry loved the sight; your sloppy wet pussy spreading apart for his cock as you arched your back like the sexy thing you were, soft tits swaying every time he buried himself in balls deep, lips parted, neck long and stretched out as you breathily moaned his name, “Hh… Harry…”

He could watch you like this all night. Stretches of skin covered in goosebumps as if you were cold, hard nipples at the center of your wobbly squeezable tits, soft tummy clenching, and wet pussy ruined and clenching around him.

The way he was smushing and circling his thumb over your clit had your head fuzzy and your heart racing. But then he leaned over you and pressed his other hand over your low tummy as he fucked into you, pushing against your insides and making the space he was invading with his cock feel tighter as he slid upward and nudged into your guts.

“Gahhh…” you let out a gasped moan when his hand pressed into your stomach.

“Does that feel good, Y/n?” Harry’s eyes were on yours as he drove himself into you.

You nodded and scrunched your brows upward when your insides began to twist with your pussy stretching around him indulgently.

Your legs began to quiver from the strain of your muscles as you felt your orgasm nearing. Everything he was doing to you set your body alight. You reached for his strong biceps and dug your fingers in tight gasping at the depth of him.

“Be good for me, honey… there you go,” he spoke through clenched teeth, holding back his release, “Right there, huh? Feels good like that?”

You whimpered with a nod as you pinned your eyes to his. The expression on his face was lusty and filled with need as he dipped into you, pasting his hips against yours now, only fucking inward, pressing solidly against your insides.

You cried out when you felt the small burst and snap of your orgasm and he quickly moved his hands from your tummy and clit, leaning his hips against yours before pressing his palms into the mattress on either side of your shoulders and angling his body so he could pound into you and fuck you through your orgasm. The way his pelvis smushed against your clit, hips grinding against you as he pulled back and then forced his way through your opening to bury himself deep inside sent you over the edge.

You clung to his shoulders as you spasmed around his fat cock, slipping deep inside of you with a wet squelch as he reared back to his tip before rutting into the hilt.

Your vision and hearing grew muted as you came so you couldn’t hear him clearly when he babbled off nonsense, “Shit! Squeezing the fuck out of me, honey! Oh my god, that feels good. So fucking hot. Gonna make me come so hard…”

Harry’s hips struck against you repeatedly until his balls constricted and tightened and then he was pumping into his condom, his muscles stiffening with his hips pressed into yours, mashing your body into the mattress underneath you.

He choked out a moan as his cock spurted his release, throbbing and twitching inside of you as you panted at how hard he’d come. The front of his thighs were pressed into the back of yours, holding you down with his hips as he drained every drop of his come into his condom.

Then it was silent. The sound of sex and moaning was quieted and the bed was no longer creaking and thumping.

Harry pressed his chest against your tits and you felt his plushy lips on yours again and you sighed against his mouth. Slowly your ears stopped ringing and you smoothed your hands up his strong back.

He pushed his face into your neck and his warm breath dampened your skin, “Happy fucking birthday to me,” he laughed.

You grinned with a tiny giggle and opened your eyes before running your fingers into his thick curls.

When he’d pushed himself up to look down at you, you couldn’t get over how adorably handsome your neighbor was. He was sexy as hell and yet so cute at the same time.

“You all right?” His raspy voice was quiet as he searched your face and brought a hand up to your temple, his thumb drawing over your skin.

The grin on your face should have told him as much as you nodded, “Very much all right.” You puffed out a laugh.

He laughed with you and smiled widely, dimples appearing in his cheeks, “Well, welcome to the neighborhood, Y/n.”

Raising a hand up to his jaw you nodded, a cheeky grin still stretched over your mouth, “And happy birthday to you, Harry.”

Part 2

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Pretty like yours

Your eyes were glued to those slutty yellow shorts. You just couldn’t force them to look away. Trusting that your sunglasses would conceal your ogling, you were facing the shoreline- thankfully women had good peripheral vision so you could get away with it. 

But damn, was he hot. Hotter than the scorching sun, setting you afire more than the offending rays. You’d taken a time out from their volleyball game to go reapply sunscreen, but you weren’t sure you even wanted to go back. You had a much better view from where you were sat on the beach lounger. You couldn’t really focus on eyefucking him while you were playing, well, not without making a fool of yourself. And you couldn’t have that.

Not now that Harry was finally single.

God, you’d waited ages for him to finally be back on the market. You’d had the fattest crush on him ever since you met, ever since this whole group of friends from uni had formed, and it’d been absolute torture spending so much time with him knowing you couldn’t put the moves on him.

Not that morals had gotten in your way, no. You would’ve gladly set caution to the wind for Harry, but you just knew you wouldn’t have stood a chance. He’d been a lovesick puppy, to the point where it was actually quite sickening; to the point where your friends had to ask him not to bring his girlfriend along anymore when you all went out together because they were just too sickeningly in love. (You may or may not have been one of said friends). His ex wasn’t part of the group, not attending your university, and so was considered an “outsider”, and none of you ever brought your partners along when you all hung out, so Harry had only ever brought her to parties from then on. Parties you tended to avoid, as you weren’t exactly a huge fan out seeing them make out and get all handsy with each other, more so than they already were, especially a few drinks in.

You took a sip of water that was beginning to get way too warm and then got back to ogling him, planning your attack. You couldn’t help but smile at how he kept trying to move his hair out of his face, the breeze making it difficult for him to actually focus on the game. He’d let it grow out and now it was shoulder length. It made him unbearably hotter (which you wouldn’t have thought possible).

You were snapped out your reverie when you saw Harry wave at you, a smile on his face. You were momentarily taken aback to see him smile, he’d been sulking for the majority of the weekend trip to the beach, so initially you didn’t even realise he was waving at you.

But when he walked away from the group and started heading towards the beach loungers you knew you’d been caught staring. You’d seemingly forgotten to pretend you weren’t looking in that direction after having had some water.

Well, since you’d been caught you didn’t bother looking away as he walked over. At least he couldn’t see the way your eyes scanned him head to toe ever so slowly behind your glasses, taking in every bit of that tan skin, well defined muscles, tattoos on full display, and those offending itty bitty yellow shorts that did nothing to conceal the bulge he was sporting.

He sat down on the chaise next to yours and grabbed the water bottle, grimacing after taking a large gulp. “This is boiling at this point… Hey, you never got back; kinda hard to play a fair game with uneven team players.”

“Eh, wasn’t really feeling it.”

“Did you need help?”

“Hm?”

He looked down your body and you tried not to dwell on how his eyes seemed to have lingered for a tad longer on your boobs before travelling back up to meet your eyes “You said you’d take a time out to apply sunscreen; did you?”

Even you had forgotten you’d used that as an excuse to extricate yourself from the game. “Oh. Hadn’t gotten to it yet, was just… you know, catching my breath for a moment.”

“For a moment.” He flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you forced yourself not to furrow your brows. Was he onto you, had you really been that obvious?

Before you could clear the air, he reached for the bags and fished out the SPF. “Scoot forward, I’ll do your back.”

You did as instructed and felt Harry sit behind you, his thick, muscly thighs on either side of yours with how close behind he was sitting, and then felt him gently sweep your hair over your shoulders and to the front. “The waves look really good on you.”

You were glad he couldn’t see you blushing. It’s not that Harry hadn’t complimented you before, he was very considerate and nice overall- with all of your friends. But you couldn’t help but hope that maybe now that he was single he might start to see you in a different light.

“Thanks. It’s from how I kept it in braids.”

You felt him smooth his big palms over your back after you’d heard him massage the lotion in between them for a while to ensure it wouldn’t be too cold, although you’d have probably welcomed the sensation with how hot it was.

“It’s almost as curly as mine now.”

You tried your best not to make any embarrassing noises with how good it felt to have him massage the lotion into your skin. He moved his hands slowly but deliberately, working the SPF into your skin. It felt heavenly.

“Well, not quite,” you smiled. “Yours grew out so much, H. I was actually admiring it when you walked back here, it really suits you. Though it seemed to be a pain playing volleyball, you should tie it up to keep it out of your face now that it’s long enough.”

“Thanks…” you could hear the coy smile in his voice. You couldn’t understand how this man could grow shy when this whole beach had been eyefucking him since you’d gotten there, and the others hadn’t been nearly as stealthy about it as you’d been.

“Want me to braid it for you?”

Harry’s hands stilled on either side of your waist, squeezing the plush skin there. “Oh? Do you think it’s long enough…?”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, pretending to assess the length, but really, you just lingered on his lips the most. He was so close. And his lips were so kissable. They had this really pretty, dusty rose hue to them, something men shouldn’t be endowed with to begin with. You had to layer on a number of lip products to get yours to look this good. 

“Yeah. Hop on the sand in front of the chaise and I’ll do it right now if you want.”

You watched those perfect lips stretch into a beautiful smile, his dimples making an appearance as well and stealing your attention for a bit. “Yeah? Ok!” He stood up and did as instructed sitting between your legs now, as you scooted even closer to the edge of the seat. “Wait, don’t forget to put on lotion first.”

“No, I’ll just get my hands all oily, I don’t wanna mess up your hair. I’ll do it after.”

“I’ve never had it braided before.” You could hear the enthusiasm in his voice. “Think it’ll look pretty like yours?”

You bit back your smile, trying to focus on the task at hand. You ran your fingers through his curls first, trying your very best to detangle the hair without pulling at the strands at all. His hair was very soft to the touch, even with how much you’d all been swimming since you’d gotten there. “Prettier. Your hair’s so soft. What’s your secret, hm? Mine is already so stiff with all the salty seawater, but I guess it helped with the waves since I let it dry braided, so I can’t complain.”

Harry didn’t reply. His head was hung back as he rested against the edge of the chaise, and he even let out a breathy moan when you used your nails a bit to separate the strands one from another. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” you teased.

“I might need you to do this everyday, feels amazin’.”

You softly chuckled and began braiding, making sure to keep his hair taught, pulling on it a bit to get the desired effect, but Harry seemed to really enjoy it. His mouth fell agape and his eyes were closed and you took your sweet time with each braid, savouring the experience as much as he was.

“You deserve it, H… You know, I’m glad you came along this weekend, was afraid you’d skip again. We missed you.”

He fluttered his eyes open at that, and ran his hands up and down his thighs absentmindedly, his knees bent to his chest. Those meaty thighs had made a guest appearance in your dreams more than once, and you eyed his tiger tattoo smiling to yourself remembering one of your more recent fantasies about it. You willed your mind out of the gutter, though.

“You know you can talk about it, if you want, right? I’m here.” You spoke softly, coaxing him to open up to you. Not only to get closer to him, but you were genuinely worried for him. The others loved to tease him about it, but you could tell he was frustrated with how he probably couldn’t confide in any of them, lest he be teased even more for it.

He nodded, careful not to move his head too much and accidentally ruin your handiwork. 

“I can tell you’re heartbroken. Just… want you to be happy.” You finished braiding, tying his hair using the same elastics you’d taken out of your own hair, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, then circled your arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind.

He reached to grab one of your hands in his and squeezed it as he leaned his temple against yours. “I’ll be alright… eventually. Right?”

His voice was so small and dejected that it made your own heart break a little. He was hurting more than he was letting on. You knew he’d been with his ex for almost 2 years, and although you hadn’t had such a long relationship yourself, you knew it couldn’t have been easy. You’d also never been in love, so you couldn’t even imagine what he was going through. You didn’t know why they’d broken up, but you had a feeling his ex had been the one to break his heart, not the other way around.

“Of course, H. You’ll be fine. I promise. Don’t you trust me?” You mumbled against his ear reassuringly.

“I do.”

“It’s ok to be sad. But you’ll soon be happy again, happier even. Because you don’t need someone who doesn’t appreciate you, yeah? You’re such a great guy, and anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve you. I promise you’ll find someone who’ll make you forget about her altogether.”

Harry sighed heavily. You weren't even sure he’d listened to any of what you’d told him. He interlocked your fingers and brought your conjoined hands lower, pressing them to his chest, against his heart. “Think it’s ever gonna beat right again?”

You chuckled at how corny he was “Yes, you big ol’ softie, you. Someone will take all the broken pieces and carefully glue them right back together and it’ll be as good as new in no time. Better even, like kintsugi.” He turned his head to look at you confusedly and you explained, “you know, the japanese art of glueing back broken objects with gold.”

You pulled back, grabbed the lotion and stood up. Squirted some into your palms and started massaging it all over your torso. Harry looked up at you and shielded his eyes, and you moved one of your feet between his legs so you’d block the sun from getting into his eyes. “Wanna go for a swim, now that you’re all fit to brave the waves with your new braids?”

Harry smoothed his palm gently over his hair, feeling for the braids, almost as though he’d forgotten all about them. He watched you intently as you rubbed the lotion into your skin, bent at the waist to reach your thighs and now your calves, and when you stood back upright you could’ve sworn his eyes had been glued to your cleavage. Which, in all fairness, you’d hung your tits right in his face- you’d have found it weird if he hadn’t. Heartbroken or not, he was still a man. And you looked good in that bikini, if you did say so yourself.

And he looked good with his hair braided like that, too. There was just something about Harry that made him look hot no matter what, he didn’t even have to look too manly. In fact, that was one of the things you’d always loved about him. He wasn’t afraid to show off his feminine side. He was a pretty boy as much as he was a handsome man. He just knew how to flaunt both sides in equal measure and that made him all that more attractive in your eyes.

You were once more snapped out of your train of thought when you felt his nimble fingers on your ankle, he was touching your ankle bracelet, fidgeting its trinkets. He then wrapped his hand around the ankle and slowly looked back up at you. “No, you go. I’ll head back to the hotel for a bit.”

He then removed his hand and you took a step back to allow him to stand, now towering over you and you wondered whether you’d pushed it a bit too far. He looked… slightly annoyed, and visibly saddened. That frown line erased all his sweet, feminine features and you wished you could just smooth it out, running your fingers over it and caressing all over his face, much like you did with his hair. You almost did so, when he took a step back and then turned towards the hotel that was right across the private beach, a small walk away. 

You let out a breathy sigh. You’d probably been a bit too nosey, he was likely not ready to hear all that yet. He’d just broken up with his ex, and he was allowed to feel sorry for himself and still miss her. 

You got into the water knee-deep, contemplating all this, when you realized you’d used your hairties on Harry, and you really didn’t feel like getting your hair all wet again. Not now that, without the braids, it’d just dry down all wonky and you wanted to keep the waves. Especially with how Harry had complimented you.

With a huff, you walked back to shore and everyone was back at your spot, drinking water and making plans for early dinner. They were contemplating going to a spot by the pier so they wouldn’t have to bother getting dressed, but you opted out. The way Harry had left all dejected didn’t sit right with you, and you feared you’d crossed a line and upset him with what you’d said. You wanted to go make sure he was ok.

“You guys go along, not feeling very hungry. Catch you later.”

“Where’s Harry?”

“I texted him and he didn’t get back to me. Y/N, mind dropping by our room and see if he wants to grab dinner with us? He’ll be even grumpier if he finds out he missed out ‘cause he’s been too busy sulking over Marrisa.”

Sarah elbowed Mitch, “Hey. Come on guys, quit teasing him. He’s clearly very upset over this, and this trip was supposed to help him take his mind off things. Your constant nagging is just making matters worse.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, “It’s been over a month, how long is he gonna moan about it? So what, she cheated on him- life goes on! He needs to get out there and have some fun and put this all behind him.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes at him, and you knew Mitch was in for it. They thought they were being sneaky, but everyone knew they were getting cosy with each other as of late. It was still early days, you could tell, but Mitch might have just dug his grave with this one.

“Yeah, I’ll drop by your room and ask him, he’s probably napping though so I won’t wake him up if that’s the case.”

“I mean… if he’s grumpy we didn’t wake him up for dinner, it’s on you.”

“No pressure,” you gulped audibly for dramatic effect and began walking back to the hotel. You really hoped he wasn’t, in fact, napping, and not just for everyone’s sake. You wanted to clear the air a bit and apologise if you’d struck a chord earlier. 

You were just about to knock when you heard something on the other side of his hotel room. You decided to stick your ear against the door and make sure you weren’t hearing things before actually knocking, and there it was again, only this time, louder. Clearer.

Was he unwell? 

Maybe it was sun poisoning. You felt bad to just walk away without offering to help. So you decided to knock on the door softly. “Harry?”

After a long pause that had you convinced he hadn’t heard you and ready to knock again, you heard him. “...Yes?”

“Are you alright in there?… Can I help? Do you need anything?”

Silence. 

You were starting to grow worried, why wasn’t he answering right away if he could hear you?

“I… I think I do, yeah.”

“What is it? Tell me. You’re worrying me.”

You heard him fumble around a bit and could tell he was getting up from bed and finally, finally, he opened the door the tiniest bit, his body behind it. He looked flushed and a bit sweaty. 

When he wouldn’t speak, his eyes downcast, you reached out to touch his forehead. “You’re warm, what’s the matter? Is it sun poisoning? Or were you having a bad dream? It sounded like you were in pain. Came to check if you wanted to join the guys for dinner.”

“They’re out at dinner?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t wanna go?”

You huffed at his avoidency. “Well can I come in, or are we gonna keep talking in the doorway? Wanted to talk to you, anyway.”

He cleared his throat and stepped back, making room for you to step inside and closed the door behind you, locking it. You raised an eyebrow at the sound, turned around and noticed he was holding the bedsheet tightly around his waist.

“What did you wanna talk about?”

“Yeah, uhm… Earlier, I got the vibe that I might have upset you… with what I said, about Marissa. I know it’s shitty to hear bad stuff about your ex soon after the break-up, like, it never really sits right even if it’s true and even if the person meant well saying those things, to help you move on… I know it’s not how it works. But I was just trying to make you feel better.”

Harry exhaled audibly through his nose, leaning against the doorframe. “I know you meant well. And it was true. I know you’re right, everyone’s right…”

“The guys are being jerks, teasing you like that. But they do mean well…”

"Yeah…” he cleared his throat after a beat, glancing at you from under his thick lashes, a smile playing on his lips. “You were trying to make me feel better?”

You gave him a small smile back “Of course.”

“You offered to help earlier.”

You furrowed your brows, looking around for something amiss. He seemed fine. You’d forgotten all about those noises from earlier. When you looked back at him readying yourself to ask him what was wrong again, he bit his lower lip and pulled the bedsheet off himself.

“Oh… my God.” You covered your mouth in disbelief, your eyes glued to his glorious cock, all hard and heavy. You watched as it twitched at your reaction and you couldn’t stifle a moan at the sight.

Harry’s lips curled up in a smug smile, he was happy with your reaction, if a bit shy. You could tell he was struggling to silence the thoughts that were no doubt running through his mind. He was recently broken up and most probably still in love with his ex. But clearly, he wanted to do something about that. And he wanted your help with it.

“Are you… are you sure?” you decided to risk it and ask, the last thing you wanted was for him to regret this and avoid you as a result.

“Do I look unsure?”

“I mean… depends where I’m looking. Your eyes tell a different story…” you walked closer to him and made sure to keep eye contact, as much as you wanted to keep staring at his naked body. You wanted to feel him out and also show him you were being mindful of his emotions.

His gaze darkened a bit, staring at your lips. “Came back here to feel sorry for myself, but I couldn’t stop picturing you from earlier… in this skimpy little bikini.” His eyes raked down your body, using the opportunity to get a good eyeful of you upclose. “I was imagining you’d followed me back here. Got a semi at the beach with how you ran your fingers through my hair, loved it when you pulled at the strands a bit… was imagining you doing it on purpose, to tease me. I know you…” he lowered his eyes again, a shy smile on his lips “I know you are a bit more dominant... you’ve mentioned it a few times. I’ve always been curious about that, never had anyone boss me around in bed. I’ve wondered what it’d be like, and it always gets me so hard…”

“...Always?” All of this was a shock to you, but here he was implying he’d fantasised about you before.

“I sometimes used to catch myself fantasising about you… and I willed those thoughts away.” You watched as he grabbed himself, stroking lazily, shuddering at the contact. “But now that I don’t have to anymore… it’s you, everytime I touch myself.”

You were stunned. And also, you couldn’t get your eyes off of how he was stroking his cock. Had he been doing this ever since he’d gotten to the hotel room? “You’ve, uhm… you’ve been back here a while.”

“Yeah. It’s getting painful. But I love edging myself,” he shrugged and lowered his gaze. He was just unbearably hot when he acted all shy like that. And you knew it wasn’t just an act, he really was like that, he’d always been like that. Both cocky and shy in equal measures, much like his feminine side. It was a heady mix. “Although, I’m pretty sure I’d love being edged more,” he added, his voice small.

“You really were thinking about me?” you whispered, getting even closer, close enough that your noses were almost touching.

He nodded, causing the tips of your noses to touch just like you’d foreseen. “Is that so wrong? So… soon? And even before… I didn’t mean to. I tried not to. I always told myself I was just curious about being with someone more dominant. But it’s not just that. It’s you.”

Damn. 

Feeling like that was more than enough confirmation that this wasn’t just a hasty, heat of the moment thing that he’d regret later on, you bridged the small distance and moulded your lips to his. 

And with how shy he tended to get, you expected him to be hesitant and tentative but Harry grabbed you by the hips and pressed you flush against his naked frame, making sure you felt exactly how hard he was against your belly. You couldn’t even really focus on that, not when his tongue was licking gently at your lower lip, begging for entry, which you welcomed with enthusiasm. He was such a naturally good kisser, none of it felt mechanic in the least, he wasn’t trying to impress, wasn’t trying to keep it nice and contained, he was giving it his all without being overwhelming. Sloppy, but still intense. You felt dizzy already.

It was such an overload of feelings. The smell of him so upclose- he’d been running around the beach in the sun and his natural scent mixed with saltwater from the swimming was making you dizzy; the way you could feel his breathing fan your cheeks; feeling him solid and real underneath your palms as you steadied yourself, snaking your arms around his neck- it was all making you feral. You’d imagined this so many times but this was so much better than you’d ever allowed yourself to fantasise.

You pulled back a bit, making a mental note of doing this right, making it good for him. You wanted to show him how good you could be for him, wanted to get him hooked on you now that he’d gotten a taste. You didn’t know whether this would just be a one time thing, or if it’d turn into something casual, a friends with benefits type of situation perhaps, or maybe even more than that. You didn’t want to dwell on it yet. You were perfectly fine with any of the options, in truth. It was Harry, not a random bloke, and as open minded as you were, still, you weren’t the kind to just sleep around. You knew that, with him, it’d never feel cheap or meaningless. 

“Tell me what you need, Harry. Wanna hear you say it.”

And there it was, his shyness was overcoming him again, and you didn’t allow him to look away, not when you reached out and grabbed his cock from in between you, stroking it gently, mindful of tugging too hard on his soft yet dry shaft.

His mouth fell agape and his eyes rounded with lust, and when you swiped at the precome at his tip he squeezed his eyes shut to compose himself. “I just need you. Need you to make me feel good, however you see fit.”

“Yeah, want me to take the lead, then? Make all the decisions, have you not worry about any of it? Order you around, dominate you?”

He nodded, resting his forehead against yours and then chasing your lips with his and you tutted, “Ah, ah. Be a good boy, then. If you want something, ask for it.”

“Okay.” His voice was small and whiney, he was gone. “Can I keep kissing you, please?”

You hummed your approval “There’s a good boy.” You hovered over his lips, still tugging at him nice and slow, making him pant in anticipation. “Go on then, kiss me.”

You got lost in the kiss. It felt too good to be just a kiss, you were wondering how you were going to handle more. And more seemed to be exactly what he had in mind as well, his hands starting to roam gently over your body. “Ah, puppy, you were doing so good. Hands behind your back until you learn to ask, alright?” He complied reluctantly, visibly frustrated because he’d really wanted to cup a feel, but also just as visibly excited to do things on your terms and finally get a taste of what this new dynamic might feel like.

“Tell you what, I”ll let you kiss what you can’t touch yet, how’s that sound?”

He whimpered at the sound of that and you walked back towards the bed and sat at the edge. “Go on then, on your knees pretty boy.” You willed yourself to take it slow, make it a pleasurable experience for him- a memorable experience. Reminded yourself to pay special attention to his body language, as he wouldn’t know to communicate if he wasn’t entirely comfortable with any of what you planned on doing. This was uncharted territory for him. You had to be responsible and make him feel safe at his most vulnerable. So, you couldn’t lose yourself in it and dive right in, as you would with people that have toyed with powerplay before. 

You couldn’t wait to have your way with him, but as it just so happens, you were also very much into edging as well, so, really, it was a win-win.

You parted your knees for him to kneel in between and then moved your hands behind your back, untying your bra and slowly peeling it off of your torso. His eyes darkened considerably at the sight of your bare breasts, and his hands came to rest over your thighs as he got closer, growing a lot more impatient. You swatted them away, “Hands behind your back, Harry. Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry– I just… Fuck, Y/N,” he shook his head, trying to calm himself down, hands obediently behind his back. “Can I taste, then? Please?”

You smirked at him, happy to see he was playing along as you’d hoped “Of course you can, baby. Been waiting for you to wrap those pretty pink lips around my nipples. Go on then,” you brought his head closer by the back of his neck, guiding him towards your left breast and he immediately latched onto it, sucking greedily, his mouth nice and warm and wet, making you throw your head back. “Oh god, so good. Love your mouth, puppy.”

Harry looked blissed out, alternating between sucking on your nipple and licking all around it, mouthing at the underside of your boob and over to the other one, lathering them both in his saliva, wet and noisy and perfect, just like you knew he’d be. “Been waiting for this?” He mumbled against your bud watching for your reaction, and even though he was trying to tease a bit you could see vulnerability in his eyes as he waited for your reply.

You nodded, biting your lower lip “Have had the fattest crush on you ever since I can remember. Fuck, I could come from this alone…” you whined, he was really good at this. But then again, you always knew he’d be. Just because he hadn’t explored his subby side didn’t mean he hadn’t explored everything else. “Don’t act surprised. I’m sure it was painfully obvious,” you murmured, your turn to feel shy.

That made him moan against your breast, biting on the plump flesh and no doubt leaving a bit of a mark and you allowed it, since you loved it so much anyway. “Wish I’d known sooner.”

You didn’t dwell on it for too long. You couldn’t allow yourself to, didn’t wanna catch the wrong idea and get ahead of yourself. Maybe you’ll talk about it later, but right now? Right now he was working you up into a frenzy. “Well, you know about it now. What’cha gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

“Whatever you want me to do.”

You sunk your fingers between his braids and tugged at the roots a bit, unlatching his mouth from your breasts. The lewdest moan left his lips before you pulled him in for another sloppy kiss. He was growing needy and you could practically see him slip further and further into his subspace. “Love this greedy mouth, H. What else can it do, hm?”

“Please, Y/N. Let me eat that pussy.”

You smirked, that was music to your ears. “Good boy, puppy. Love it when you ask nicely. You gonna lap me up, make me come on your tongue?”

“Please, please.” He reached to kiss you again and you laughed against his mouth.

“Greedy puppy. Remember you need to ask first. You’ll learn though, won’t you?”

“I’ll do anything. I’m sorry, I will. Just– please...”

“You can use your hands to hold me open, but I only want your mouth on my pussy. Alright? I’ll let you know when you can do more.”

He nodded vigorously against your lips and kissed you a few more times for good measure before pulling back a bit and watching as you untied your bikini from the sides, pulling the damp fabric off of you and finally exposing yourself to him fully.

You scooted back a bit, leaning on your elbows and gestured for him to have at it. With laboured breathing, he glanced at you for a second before he pressed his hands against the undersides of your thighs and planted the soles of your feet on the edge of the bed, spreading you open for him.

He moaned loudly at the sight, his eyebrows pinching together as if in pain. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re dripping for me. Fuck, fuck…”

“Do something about it, then.” Your own voice was starting to betray just how far gone you were as well. You were gagging for it now, but you were hellbent on dragging this out for his sake more than yours. All you wanted was for him to sink that glorious cock inside of you and end your suffering, but you could wait it out a bit, especially when it meant watching him stare at your pussy as though it was his favourite dessert.

He wasted no time, bending over you and dragging his tongue slowly up your folds in one delicious swipe. He wrapped his lips around your clit, humming loudly against it, and your head fell back, crying out your pleasure when he started lapping at you in earnest. He made sure to sink the tip of his tongue ever so slightly into your weeping hole on each pass, then dragged it back up focusing on your clit again.

He ate you out like he was kissing you, same sloppy, yet intense, unpracticed manner. He just did what felt right to him and what he found you were most responsive to. Right off the bat, you could tell you were done for. This man ate pussy like it was his favourite cheat meal. 

“So good, Y/N. Fuck, I’m losing it.”

“Wanna use your fingers, pretty boy? Slide one or two inside of me, feel me out? Coat those pretty, painted nails in my juices?”

Harry whined “Pretty like yours?”

“Prettier,” you smiled remembering your same reply from earlier on the beach.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he buried his face against your core and nuzzled your clit with that perfect nose of his. He was hellbent on getting you off, and truth be told, you were holding off your orgasm. Nobody had gotten you there quite as fast before.

“Do it then, get me nice and ready for that big fat cock of yours.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against your thigh momentarily, then shook his head smilingly. He was both in agony and ecstasy, the anticipation visibly killing him. He brought his middle finger to his mouth, sucking on it, getting it all nice and wet and you caught his wrist before he brought it to your weeping core, wrapping your own lips around it first.

He cried out as though you’d just taken his cock in your mouth instead, which was exactly what you’d hoped for. “Now get to it, baby. Wanna soak those fingers.”

“Fuck. Yes, please.” He got right to it, running his finger through your folds before finally sinking it inside you, agonisingly slowly. “So tight, fuck, Y/N. Can’t wait to bury myself in this snug little pussy…”

He leaned back in to suck on your clit as he began petting your front wall with the pad of his meaty finger and you collapsed on your back completely. When he added a second finger, you lost it.

“So good, Harry. Fuck, you’re so good. Eat that pussy just right. Gonna come all over your pretty face.”

“Please, please do it, Y/N. Need it.” He whined, increasing the speed of his thrusts and pressure he applied to your g-spot. He lapped and sucked on your clit noisily, moaning everytime you clamped around his fingers, getting closer and closer to your release.

And when you finally came, he kept at it, burying his face flush against your pussy and lapping up all your juice like a starved man. You knew if he kept going you’d come again, but that would take too much out of you and you still wanted him to fuck you.

You wasted no time, bending to kiss his lips in gratitude while you still felt some of the aftershocks run through you. “Need you inside me now, baby. Want you to ruin me, think you can do that?”

He nodded against your lips, smearing your arousal all over your own face as well and he then went to kitten-lick it off of you as you crawled back on the bed, pulling him with you. “I can, I know I can. Let me be good for you, Y/N.”

“You’re so good for me, H. Made me see stars with how good you are. I just know once you sink inside me you’ll ruin me for everyone else. Want you to.”

Harry looked as though he was high. As though he couldn’t believe what he was experiencing was actually real. He looked dazed out and he was sweating, panting heavily in anticipation. “Been edging myself for a while, and I almost came when I had my mouth on you. Dunno how long I’m gonna last… will you give me another chance if, if–”

You chuckled softly at how frenzied he seemed “I won’t mind if you come fast, puppy. Just ask me for permission before you do, alright? We got all the time to play, and I still wanna suck you off, too. The only reason I haven’t yet is because I knew you’d not last long and I wanted to edge you a bit first, since you told me you’d like it. Did you not like it, baby?”

“I loved it, love you telling me what to do, when to do it. Never had this before. Never knew how much I needed it. Please, Y/N, I need to be inside you.”

You opened up your thighs even more for him “Rub that pretty cock all over my pussy, Harry, get it nice and wet.”

He bit his lower lip, positioning himself right at your entrance and wrapping his hand around himself finally. He squeezed tightly, trying to compose himself a bit and then dragged himself between your folds just like you’d told him to. He slapped his tip against your clit a few times which made you arch your back and then felt him at your entrance, the stretch already making you clamp around his tip.

“Go on, puppy, fuck me good. Want to feel you all the way up into my belly.”

Harry groaned loudly at your words and the feel of you engulfing him perfectly. Once he got his fat head past your entrance, and you clamped down on him on instinct, he pulled back, making you cry out. 

“Sorry, sorry! Fuck, that was–”

“It’s alright baby, try again, I know you can do it. Know you can hold off a bit, be a good boy, hm? I need you so much.” You whined, pulling him in for a kiss and giving him a moment of reprieve to gather his bearings.

He didn’t even need to guide himself into you, he was hard enough to push right in, and you didn’t break the kiss as you moaned into each other’s mouths. You let him kiss you as he slowly worked his way inside you, all the way to the hilt and you threw your head back when he pushed against your cervix deliciously. “Fuck me, you’re so deep; gonna be so sore, Harry. Make it hurt, baby, come on.”

Harry gritted his teeth, mustering all his stamina to focus. He was too far gone to tease, and so were you, so he sat back on his haunches and threw your legs over his shoulders, thrusting into you at a fast, steady pace. He held your hips tightly at first, then moved his large hands lower under your bum, lifting it off the mattress and working you over him to meet his thrusts all the more intensely. You cried out, it was a lot to take in. He was quite large and girthy as it was, and he was rock hard. But it hurt so good.

When you reached your hand to rub your clit, Harry groaned so loud you thought he was coming. But he pushed through, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on holding off. “None of that, puppy. Look at me. Look what you do to me. Gonna come for you again, I’m so close. Please. If you’re a good boy I’ll let you come all over my tits… you know… since we skipped the rubber.”

Harry’s eyes went from blissed out to shocked, his movements slowing down considerably- he’d clearly absolutely forgotten all about protection.

“Relax, H. I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.” And, you’d totally forgot about it too. So you couldn’t let him take all the blame for being reckless.

Harry choked out a sigh of relief. “I am too! Got tested after I found out she’d been cheating… Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N… we hadn’t been using any, she was on the pill… It totally slipped my mind–”

You took the opportunity to flip him over and straddle him. “Shhh. Enough of that. You’ve been so good for me, baby. Just sit back and let me take care of my good boy.”

You wasted no time getting you both back on the brink of orgasm. Harry even brought his thumb to your clit, as his large hands held you flush against him, coaxing you to grind yourself on him as deep as he would go, remembering to ask for permission first, which made you whimper and praise him for being so well mannered. 

“Please, Y/N… wanna be good for you… but–”

“Wanna come, puppy?”

He nodded frantically “I’m gonna burst, it’s too good… you’re too good. You feel amazing. You’re such a wet dream, Y/N.”

His voice was raspy with need. You could tell he was trying his level best to wait for you to come, and you decided to have mercy on him “Beg. Beg for me to let you come, Harry.”

He threw his head back, his muscles taut, struggling to hold off. “Please, please… Fuck, I’m desperate, please baby…”

“Hmmm… should I? I haven’t come yet…” you teased, clamping down around him to push him over the edge. 

But you gasped in surprise when he pulled you flush against him, holding you tight, and started thrusting into you with wild abandon as he panted into your ear “I’m begging. Come for me, Y/N. Please. Need you to come. Give it to me.”

You lost it. The sudden flip in demeanour had you spiralling, and he was fucking into you so good, the angle just right, that it threw you over the edge, taking you completely by surprise. You’d been extremely close, but the way he went about it had made you come instantly.

Feeling you spasm all around him and hearing you moan and whimper loudly had him join you immediately. You were both crying out your pleasure, and it was downright pornographic. You’d kept it at a reasonable volume throughout, seeing that you were in a hotel room and knowing your friends might come back from dinner any moment, but neither could hold back when you finally reached your peaks.

Harry kept you flush against him as you both tried steadying your breathing and your heartbeats and then searched for your mouth, giving you a lazy kiss. “Sorry for not asking permission… at the end, there.”

The hint of mischief in his voice wasn’t lost on you. You hummed, biting his lower lip teasingly “Guess I’ll have to punish you for that.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently placed a loose strand of your wavy hair from over your sweaty temple to behind your ear “Was hoping you’d say that.”

Part Two

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