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Mon, 6/5, 22:09 PM
H: U coming over ???
Y/N: Omw
I walk out my front door with a sigh. 'This is the last time.' I whisper to myself. Just like I did time and time before. I always keep coming back to Harry, I can't help it.
I hear his car pull up to the corner of my street as usual and hurry my steps. I run up to the passenger side and quickly enter the car without saying a word. I see him glance at me from the side but keep my gaze forward and lips sealed. I fasten my seat belt and signal for him to drive.
We don't speak on our way there. Both of our heads full of thoughts. All I can think of is how I'm going to regret this later. Asking myself why I can't just stay away. I assume he's wondering the same thing.
15 minutes later, we're there. He parks and steps out, already walking to his front door. I stay in the car and try to collect my breathing.
"Okay, we're doing this, it's okay."
Maybe if I keep repeating that to myself I'll start to believe it. I unbuckle my seat belt, take a deep breath and step out of the car.
I hear the beep from where it locks and jump from the sudden loud noise. I look over to the porch and see Harry laughing with the keys in his hand.
"You fucking dick!" I yell. He just keeps on laughing.
I run up to him and punch his right shoulder hard. His expression changes from a teasing smile to a look of pain.
"Ow, that really fucking hurt me."
Shit. I didn't mean to actually hurt him. Before I can stammer out my apology he's on me. Pushing me against his front door, pinning both my hands to my sides.
"You're gonna pay for that, y/n." The way he says my name immediately turns me on, and I can feel a buzzing start between my legs.
I open my mouth to try and say something back, anything. But his lips are already on my neck and he starts to softly scrape his teeth along the side of my jaw.
"Harry, H." I softly moan. "Not here, please."
I want us to move inside, even though it's quite late and the chances are small, I don't want someone to drive by and see us.
He just laughs, and speaks close to my ear.
"Don't pretend like you wouldn't just take it like a little slut if I gave it to you right here."
He bites my earlobe and releases one of my wrists to slide his hand into my hair. Then he pulls on my hair to turn my head and latches onto the other side of my neck.
His plush lips feel like heaven on my neck, and with his fingers softly carding through my hair I'm on cloud nine. Even with his body pressed almost too harshly against mine and the ridges of his front door digging in my back, It's pure bliss
I use his distracted state to pry my other hand free and wrap my arms tightly around his body.He pulls of my neck with a pop and I can feel a hickey blooming on the spot.
"Asshole." I say, while I swat the back of his head. He just smiles and goes back to kissing me.
In moments like this I can see myself falling in love with him again. In moments like this, I wonder where it all went wrong.
I quickly get distracted from those thoughts though when I feel one of his hands slide between my legs.
"Mhmm, Inside." I moan in between kisses.
He giggles and reaches for the handle.
With one last kiss we separate. He gently steps away from me to open the door, his hand still softly brushing through my hair. Once he's fully off of me, I immediately feel a lot colder.
"Well here you go, your highness." He sarcastically remarks as the door slides open, and gestures with his arms for me to go inside.
"I prefer princess actually." I retort while swiftly walking past him and up the stairs, knowing my way to his bedroom by heart.
He closes the door and I hear his footsteps follow me on the stairs.
"Well princess, hurry up, off to the bedroom then!." He gives me a quick spank. I glare.
"Unless you wanna fuck in the shower." He winks. "I'm quite fine with anything."
"I know that, you manwhore." I grumble while finally walking into his bedroom. As soon as it's in sight, I jump on the bed with a groan.
"Heeeeyyy" He pushes me aside to make room for himself to lay next to me. "I take offense to that."
I turn to my side and look into his glowing green orbs.
"Manslut then." I tease, lifting my eyebrow. He looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes. I know what that look means. Shit.
Before I have time to even comprehend it, I'm tackled on the bed with Harry looming over me, his legs straddling my thighs. His hands find my soft sides in quick succession and his fingers tickle me until I squirm and giggle.
"Harry, H, Hazza, Stop, Please." I laugh.
"Take it back, y/n."
"Fuck no." I cackle.
"Y/n." He looks at me with what I assume is supposed to be an intimidating stare, he looks more like a disgruntled kitten to me.
"You're adorable." I giggle, and I'm not supposed to let that slip, but I can't manage to regret it. The tickling suddenly stops and Harry's stare actually turns intense. It's silent.
"You're a menace." He swallows and moves himself up so his crotch is hovering over mine. I immediately feel the warmth bleeding onto my own.
We stare into each others eyes for a while. The only sounds in the background our breathing. It's a vulnerable moment, so many unspoken words between us. The bed feels like its made out of glass en the slightest movement could break the tension. I long to feel his lips on mine.
"Kiss me?" I ask tentatively. It breaks the silence and makes him look at me with what seems like hesitance. I ease tension by making grabby hands towards him. It works.
He laughs and launches himself on top of me, biting my bottom lip and locking me into a bruising kiss. I moan into it and wrap my hands around him, sliding my hands up his muscled back. He growls and grabs my wrists again. Pinning my hands above my head this time.
He pecks my lips one last time and starts a trail of kisses from the side of my neck towards my shoulder. He tugs on my shirt. "Off, off."
I lift my upper body and he releases my wrists so he can slide my shirt off of me. He throws it on the ground and kisses my neck again. "Yours too." I sigh softly.
He takes his shirt off so fast that it makes a ripping sound. It's a stoft grey vintage rolling stones tee. Looking at the shirt at the foot of the bed I see a big tear in the front. I sit up.
"Dammit Harry, that's one of my favourites of yours." I pout.
"It's just a shirt, y/n. Calm your tits."
I grab the ruined shirt and inspect the hole. It's so big, almost my entire hand fits through it.
"Well, I liked this shirt. So fuck you."
He grabs my hands, still gripping the shirt.
"I'm sorry baby, I'll be more careful next time."
The tone with which he says it so soft, his thumbs softly rubbing over the top of my hands. For what we are, It's too sweet of a moment.
I cough and rip my hands out of his.
"Can you please take my bra off?" He looks at me with hurt in his eyes, but quickly masks it and unhooks my bra.
"Done."
I take the shirt that's still in my hands and put it on. The hole is right above my boobs, not big enough to expose them, but barely covering my nipples.
He looks at me weirdly.
"What? You don't want to fuck me with your shirt on?" I ask.
His pupils dilate. "Fuck baby." He says as he stands up and unbuckles his belt. He looks at me as he slides the belt through every single loop of his jeans until its fully off. He opens his fly and I watch as his jeans slide off of his legs.
He takes the discarded belt and wraps it around my middle with a wink, pulling me closer.
Then, he kisses me again and it feels like pure extasy. I quickly slide off my shorts leaving us both in just our underwear and me in his shirt. He drops the belt and cards his fingers through my hair again, while he slowly suckles on my tongue.
In this moment, it feels like we could melt together and become one. With his lips on mine, he's the only thing that matters, my entire world.
I feel his hands move from softly petting my hair to massaging my shoulder, he lowers them and squeezes my soft middle, until I feel his fingers slide down and gently pry at the top front of my underwear.
I teasingly nip at his top lip and let my own hands wander. As I'm stroking along the bumps of his spine, I feel his fingers sneakily slide underneath the waistband of my panties.
"Please" I beg.
He looks at me with pure hunger in his eyes. And eases his fingers lower, almost touching my crotch.
"Is that what you want, baby?"
He taps his fingers just above my clit.
"Want to feel me here?"
I feel myself getting more wet by the second and simply nod my head in his direction, hoping it'll come across as a clear enough answer.
It doesn't.
He looks at me sternly.
"I need an answer princess." He mutters in a patronising matter.
"Fuck you." Is my answer. He knows what I want, my body language is clear enough.
"That's not the answer I was looking for." He grumbles. And slides his hand out of my undies.
"No!" I whine. "Please, I'm sorry. Put it back, please."
He takes my jaw into his hands and positions my face to look at him.
"That's better." He laughs as he pecks my cheek.
"Gonna be a good girl for me?" He questions, while sliding his hand in the front of my panties again.
"Always." I answer without skipping a beat. No matter what happens between us, I will always be his good girl.
He smiles and kisses me again as he finally slides his finger through my bottom lips. I assume he was more than satisfied with my answer then. I feel a pulse of heat shooting through pussy as a result of his gentle prying finger.
"So soft here." He says as he adds a second one. Exploring my privates like it's the first time again.
"All for you." I answer in a haze.
His fingers feel so good inside me, I can't be responsible for what comes out of my mouth anymore.
In lieu of responding to my answer he just bites the junction of my neck, hard. I moan as I feel the sharp jab of pain and another pulse shoots through my pussy.
Needing my hands to be occupied I grab his clothed dick and rub it over his briefs. He groans because of the friction and slowly slides his finger inside me. I can feel him sliding through my wetness, his finger trying to find that spot inside me that I long for him to touch.
We both moan as he reaches that spot and in reaction I take a firmer hold on his throbbing member. I feel him leaking through his underwear and decide that it's time to take them off.
I reach for him then, I take ahold of his arm and he eases his finger out of me. He shoots me a questioning look.
"Wanna suck you off." I whisper to him with hungry eyes.
"Fuck yeah." He says as he chucks off his underwear.
His dick jumps up against his uderbelly, there's a thin trail of precome sliding down the girthy surface.
Just looking at it makes my mouth water.
I can feel his eyes staring at my face and his hands already found their place on the back of my head.
"Ready?" He asks.
"Wrist." I say. I show him my wrist and he carefully slides the elastic off. He collects all my hair in his hands "Ponytail or braid?"
"Braid, please."
And that's how I ended up sitting crossed-leg on my ex' bed while he carefully braids my hair.
"Done." He says proudly while softly holding the newly formed braid.
It's shit, the strands are too loose and I know it's gonna fall out rather quickly. But Harry braided it, just like I taught him.
It makes my heart melt.
"Thank you." I sigh softly while getting on my knees in front of the bed. He scoots to the edge and opens his legs, making room for me to sit in between them.
"Ready?" He asks once again, this time having a tight hold on the newly made braid in my hair.
"Yes." I nod and he slowly guides my head towards his dick. It's glistening, the precome at the top almost makes it look shiny.
I stick my tongue out to tentively lick the head. The taste is almost too bitter, but it's his taste, which makes it special in a way.
After a few careful licks, I suck the tip into my mouth. He stills above me and I hear a few soft whimpers leave his mouth.
His sounds spur me in, so I double my efforts and start to carefully slide his dick in and out of my mouth.
I squeeze his thigh and look up at him. Trying to guide my hand towards his that are still tightly holding my braid and signal for him to push. He gets it.
"Are you sure?" He questions sweetly.
I nod, his dick still half in my mouth. With my nod of confirmation he starts pushing my head forward and backwards in a slow but steady pace.
Itry to relax my throat, but my gag reflex is being a bitch today. He starts fucking into me now, his pace quickening. I gag on him a few times, but luckily nothing I can't handle.
"Fuck, y/n. Doing so good for me." I melt at the praise. I push myself forward, hoping to get even more of him inside my mouth. He groans and exits it with a pop.
I chase after him, completely drunk on the high if sucking him off. His dick is wet with my saliva and in that moment it feels like it belongs to me.
"Mine." I whisper as I give one last tender kiss to the underside.
He hauls me up by my armpits, lifting me up on the bed and pulling me into another kiss, tasting himself on my tongue.
"You are amazing." He says, his breathing uneven.
I take out what's left of the braid and lay my head on his thigh, my hair sprawling everywhere.
I need a moment to recollect myself, my throat sore and thoughts all over the place.
I close my eyes and we stay silent while he comfortingly starts playing with my messy hair. It feels heavenly.
I take a deep breath and open my eyes again. I'm faced with Harry, staring at me with what feels like longing in his eyes.
I don't want this to become another vulnerable moment. We came here for sex, nothing else.
"So, you gonna fuck me or what?"
I see all kinds of emotions flicker over his face until it suddenly lands on a smirk.
"I was actually thinking of skipping that part, but I guess we'll do it because you asked so nicely."
"Well thank you, your majesty." I joke.
"I actually prefer princess." He laughs.
"Fuck you." I giggle while slapping his knee.
"That's what I was planning on doing, actually." He wiggles his eyebrows, which makes me break out in a snort.
I slap his knee again.
"Kinky." He winks.
I sit up. "I'll show you kinky."
I quickly grab his shoulders and push him back on the bed. He bouces with the force of it, a shocked expression on his face.
I move to straddle legs, taking each of his wrists in one of my hands and positioning them at his sides. He could easily move from my grip, but he surprisingly stays put.
"Now you know how I always feel." I say, squeezing his wrists.
"I'm not complaining." He shrugs, or at least tries to, but it's difficult with his arms pinned to his sides.
"Neither am I." I wink, while bending forward, kissing his collarbone.
He's got such a lovely body, all muscly and soft in the right places. I leave as many open mouthed kissed over his torso as I can. Softly nipping and biting at his skin, as I can feel him quickly becoming inpatient.
I let go of one of his wrists to grab his dick, surprised that it hasn't gone soft after all the time it's gone without stimulation.
I pull it a couple of times and hear Harry's breathing going heavy. I reposition myself from straddling both his thighs, to straddling only one. Hiking his shirt up a little, I start to grind my pussy on his thigh in rhythm with my strokes on his dick.
He suddenly sits up, pulls his other hand out of my grip and wraps it around my waist.
"So good for me." He moans, fisting the shirt.
"Riding my thigh like you were made for it." With his encouragement my rhythm gets faster and faster, with my hand on his dick only faltering a couple of times.
After a while my hand gets tired and I release him to grab both his shoulders and steady myself. I try to pick it up again, but the amount of wetness I left on his thigh makes the slide almost uncomfortable.
He seems to notice my struggle and brings me into a kiss, resting his forehead against mine afterwards.
"Did so good for me, want me to touch you now sweetie?"
I feel his hand slowly sliding towards my bottom.
"Please?" That seems to be the only word I know when he asks questions like this.
"Anything." He breathes. The way he says it sounds so soft, so fragile. I kiss his cheek and lay on the bed again.
Laying down, I suddenly feel fuzzy. I close my eyes for a moment and take some deep breaths. When I open them, Harry is looming over me, staring at me lovelingly.
"Are you okay to continue?" The tone of his voice is soft but serious.
"Mhmm, fine." I sigh.
"Fuck me, please?" His eyes turn darker.
He walks over to the nightstand and rummages through the top drawer. "Shit." He curses.
"What's wrong?" I wonder.
"I don't have any condoms, sorry baby." His voice sounds disappointed.
If I was in a more lucid/less sex harry drunk state, I would've made fun of him for forgetting the condoms and question the entire reason why he asked me to come over for a fuck if he doesnt have any.
But it's Harry.
So I say: "It's okay, just, touch me, please."
It sounds breathy and desperate and needy, which is exactly how I'm feeling in this moment.
"Yeah? Want me to touch you? Make you come on my fingers like a good little slut?"
Fuck.
"Please."
"Your wish is my command, baby." He teases.
I flip him my middle finger, it makes him laugh, sliding my body closer to him by grabbing my kegs and placing himself in between them.
He doesn't waste any time teasing me and immediately sliding his finger in. I'm wet enough that it makes a slick sound.
He manages to find my spot rather quickly and my knees buckle as I squirm in reply.
His shirt rucks up, uncovering my belly and I quickly pull it down again. He catches my wrist and looks at me.
"Don't cover yourself, you're beautiful."
It shouldn't feel so emotional, seeing the setting we're in and his finger currently wriggling inside me. But it brings tears to my eyes.
He notices. "My beautiful baby." He says, giving my belly a kiss. His face turns somber.
'I'm not your baby, not anymore' I could say. But I don't, instead I just haul him into another kiss. It's just a soft touch of lips. But in this moment it's perfect.
His finger starts to pick up a rhythm again and I moan against his mouth.
"More." I ask.
"More......?" He stretches the word, waiting for me to fill in the blank.
"More, please?"
"Good girl."
The reward is intant. He moves his other hand closer and starts to circle my clit while simultaneously pumping his other finger in and out of me. There's a warmth spreading from my core through my entire body, filling me with shocks of pleasure.
I'm almost there, almost. I just need a little more.
"Please."
I trust him to know what I need.
He does.
In a split second his finger leaves my pussy and his hand wraps around my throat. He starts rubbing my clit faster, pushing his nail into it to add a delicious jolt of pain. He adds pressure to the side of my neck, cutting off my airflow a little, making my head feel warm and fuzzy. I can hear myself gasping for air and making little sounds of pleasure.
We make eyecontact and even though my ears are slightly ringing I can still hear him say it.
"Good girl."
The stimulation becomes too much and I can feel my climax approaching.
With a long drawn-out moan of "Harry" I come. I can feel his fingers slowing down on my sensitive ereas as the shocks of my orgasm shoot through me. My thighs are shaking and my body feels heavy.
I can feel Harry stroking my hair again. "You did so well, so pretty, such a good girl y/n."
I let myself bask in his gentle attention. Enjoying the aftershocks of my climax.
"Thank you." I whisper before I kiss him again.
While sitting up, my hand comes on contact with his still rock hard dick.
He moans just from the small interaction
"Let me." I tell him, already reaching for it.
He shakes his head.
"Wha-?"
"Look at you, looking all pretty in my t-shirt. Moaning my name. Coming from my fingers like a good girl." He says, sliding his hand over his dick.
His eyes are closed and his head thrown back. While he steadily speeds up his hand.
"You're ethereal baby." He looks at me as he bites his lip, his hand going even faster.
"Fuck!" He moans and comes all over the top of my leg and his own hand. A bit landing on his shirt that's pulled over my thighs.
I stare at him in shock, there's an expression of pure bliss on his face.
He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I can't handle it.
"Great! Now there's cum on your shirt." I sigh exasperated, once again to break the moment.
"That shirt is ruined anyway, I'm just going to throw it away." He laughs.
"We could use it to clean this." He waves with his come covered hand in the direction of my thigh.
The action makes me gasp.
"Harry Styles, don't you fucking dare!" I threaten.
"I fucking love this shirt!" I say, caressing the soft worn out fabric.
"But why?" He asks while rummaging through his laundry basket in search of something else to clean the come off of our bodies.
"Because it's the shirt you wore when we went on our first date together, and the shirt you always used the wear when we cuddled at night. You even wore it on the night we.." I cut myself off.
"The night we broke up." He finishes, walking up to me with a dirty towel in his hands.
"Yeah." I swallow.
I see him cleaning his hands off with the towel.
"It holds a lot of memories." I say, lifting it up to take it off.
Before I can slide it off over my head, I feel gentle hands pulling it down onto my body again.
"Don't" He says. "Keep it."
I gesture towards the wet white spot on my thigh. "There's cum on it, you idiot!" I laugh.
"And look at this." I lay my hand on top of the hole above my chest. "It's literally bigger than my hand!"
"I'll wash, I'll sew it. Just, keep it, please?" He asks, his voice sounds a little desperate.
"Why?" I question.
He sits down in front of me and gently cleans his come off of my thigh with the dirty towel.
"I want you to have something to remember the good times we've had." His tone turned somber.
"But I already do." I tell him, grabbing his face with both my hands.
"I have you." I say.
He looks surprised.
"Every time we do this." I release his face and gesture between us. "I promise myself it'll be the last time. Yet every time I come back to you." I laugh albeit a little sad. "I can't stay away from you, hard as I try. And I really tried to hate you, and everything you've done wrong in our relationship, but I just can't!" As I say it i can feel tears welling up, my voice becoming a little unstable. "I can't because I know I did things wrong too. I can't because I still fucking love you!" The tears are spilling out now.
"You remind me of that, time and time again. And it fucking hurts, it's torture. But I wouldn't have it any other way." I cry.
I look in front of me to see Harry crying as well. Tears flowing over his cheeks.
"I had no idea, I'm so sorry." He sobs.
I crash into his arms and he holds me.
"I love you too." He confesses. Crying into my hair. "Never stopped, I love you so much."
"Your dick is still out." I joke to break the heavy moment. He laughs and kisses me.
"Only for you." He winks and pulls me down, pulling the covers over our bodies, making me feel safe and warm.
I curl into him and he kisses shoulder. He presses the button above his nightstand, shutting off the lights.
"Bold of you to assume I'm staying the night." I tease.
"You can either sleep here with me, or I'm sleeping over at your place. I'm not letting you go now." He responds, his voice sounding both sleepy and serious.
"We need to talk about this tomorrow." I say seriously.
"Mhmm." He mumbles sleepily. And holds me even closer.
That's how we fall asleep together. Both with dreams of fixing our relationship.