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The Favor

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warnings- this fic is pretty kink based/heavy so if you're not into that sorta stuff it probably isn't for you :) For this part, there is mention of kink, slight angst, cute meetings, objectification, discussion of limits, toxic relationship

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“You want me to what?” 

Harry blinked hard as he looked at his friend across the pub table, drink nearly slipping from his hand at the favor had been asked. Something he, quite frankly, never expected in his life to be asked. 

“Listen, I know you’re into all of that kinky shit. You go to the sex club, you’re knowledgeable about the whole scene. Y/N has been interested in exploring and I’m… I’m not sure if it’s for me.” He ran a hand over his face. “I don’t want to hold her back. She should be given a chance to see or experience that stuff before we settle down and I don’t want to have her resent me. Would you at least consider it? As a favor?” The look of desperation on Danny’s face made Harry nearly laugh in disbelief.

“You’re- you’re really serious?” Setting down the glass, wiping his hand of the condensation that had settled on it he adjusted in his seat as he realized he wasn’t fucking around. “You want me… to take your girlfriend to the club with me… and what. Fuck her? Show her around and let someone else do it? Does she even know?”

Harry had met Y/N a handful of times. She was a sweet little thing, kind of quiet but giggly. Real cute, he thought, but she had always been a taken woman so he didn’t regard her as more than a pretty girl his friend had been lucky enough to secure. He’d never guess that she was interested in kink but they always did end up surprising you. It was the people you least expected. 

“No- I don’t want just anyone touching her. I’m asking you because I trust you to make sure she’s comfortable. You’re not some deprived creep lingering around the club to get your rocks off.” Danny scoffed, making Harry a little irritated. “She does know. I told her I’d ask you. She’s embarrassed but she really wants to. I feel like a prick for asking, but you’re the only friend I know that’s good with this stuff. It isn’t my cup of tea and to be honest? I don’t think it’s hers either. She just needs to experience it to see what we’ve got going on is better.” 

He looked blankly at his friend, feeling his perception of him change a bit. That was a weird way to think- and wasn’t at all what the club was. It was a bit of a judgmental take on voyeurs, if he was being honest, and Harry didn’t like to kink shame unless it was illegal or caused real, non consensual harm. He’d always been a more open minded individual and with a healthy family of sex positive people, he’d never been ashamed of his likes. He had explored and been interested in it early on and was secure in himself, even though he didn’t tell everyone and their mother that he was a member of a club dedicated to the acts most people deemed only as a fantasy. 

“Well… as honored as I am that you’d trust me with that, I’d have to talk to Y/N myself and see what she’s into and if the club even has it.” It probably did but he was skeptical now of Y/N’s involvement in this decision to ask him. “ I’m not some sort of escort, mate. Can’t just rent me out to take your girl for a spin, no matter how cute she is.” 

And she was cute. There was no denying that. It just rubbed him the wrong way the motion was even there. Did he just see him as some sort of sexual deviant? That he was just sticking himself into any willing hole? That wasn’t the truth. As sexually liberated as he was, Harry was extremely picky with his partners. He’d gone through a lot when he was younger but as he grew he found he preferred his sexual relationships to have a basis of familiarity. As good as blowies in a pub restroom could be, it was even better when he was genuinely attracted to the person.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make it seem like that, but I really think Y/N needs to experience this to get it out of her system. She started bringing it up a few weeks ago. Wants me to like, choke her. Weird shit. Spit on her, call her names- or she wants to do it to me. Try it. And I’m not into it. I know you said that people do the whole letting people watch thing. Even that is fine, if you’ll go with her and take her as a guest. I’m just not interested and she knows it.” Danny sighed. “I want her to be happy, and in order for us to move on she needs to see what else is out there. I’m solid in us, I’m not going to be jealous if you play with her a bit.”

Again, Harry felt the kernels of discomfort. He didn’t at all like the way he was referring to her as an object to play with, or at least making it seem that way. For a lot of people, kink wasn’t a phase. It was a part of them and their lives. It wasn’t ’weird shit’ to him and the things described so far seemed completely normal, even on the tamer end of it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to explore, or wanting to keep it vanilla. It was all about finding out what you liked. Sex wasn’t something to be ashamed about, nor something to shame your partner over. You could not be into something and say that clearly, but it looked more like to him that they weren’t compatible. 

It wasn’t his place to say that, though. 

“Well I’ll consider it if she wants to. I want to meet with her privately to discuss it before I even entertain the thought of making plans to go.” As weird as it felt, Harry wasn’t in a relationship, didn’t have any sexual partners and he felt for her. He understood how it was to feel a bit judged by a partner and he wanted to ensure she knew the stuff she was into was normal. If Danny spoke to her as condescendingly about her likes as it had come across to him, there was no doubt in his mind that she was embarrassed as hell and feeling that shame a lot of people did. Who knows how long it took her the nerve to suggest it, too? 

“Great!” Danny grinned, pleased at the prospect. “I’ll shoot her your number and you two can get to talking. I’ll have her keep me filled in on your plans but I trust you with her. She’ll be in good hands.” 

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Y/N: hi. Is this Harry?

H: Yea it is. May I ask who this is?

Y/N: it’s y/n, I’m so sorry for a bit of a late text. I know it’s been a few days. 

Y/N: I was a little afraid to text you, if I’m honest.

H: it’s totally alright. No need to be afraid. 

H: Danny let me know you had some questions or maybe wanted to talk about some things with me? 

Y/N: as mortifying as it is, yes I do. 

Y/N: he said you wanted to talk in person about it and I wanted to set something up. Let me buy you coffee or something? 

Y/N: oh, can we even talk about this stuff in public? I’m so sorry, I don’t know how to do this and I feel a bit flustered :/ 

H: it’s alright. :) yeah, we can. We just find a place where there’s a nice corner away, or somewhere like a park. Won’t need to scream.

Y/N: okay. Again,I’m sorry if this is awkward for you and we don’t have to do anything, I just want to see. 

H: There’s nothing wrong with it, love. No worries from me. It’s a natural thing to be curious about. 

H: Do you want to meet later tonight? Grab a coffee at that little place that’s on Golden street? 7ish?

Y/N: Perfect! See you at 7. 😀

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Harry didn’t really know what he was getting himself into. 

Arriving at the coffee shop a bit before 7, he scoped out the most private area- and thankfully because of the time, there weren’t many people in there anyways. He’d much rather have this conversation at his place but he wasn’t dumb. It wasn’t a safe thing to agree to right off the bat and he didn’t want to pressure her in the slightest. To be honest, he was a bit surprised that Danny had been telling the truth. She seemed to actually want to know and get some advice. 

He had put on a white tee shirt with the navy logo for some honey on it along with his flared yellow trousers, sunnies tucked into the neckline of his shirt. Casual, he hoped not to be intimidating, considering he knew Danny said Y/N could be a little shy. He hoped for the life of him she would find him to be easy to talk to. This wasn’t on his bingo card for this year so he had to wonder how Y/N was actually feeling. Surely a little embarrassed, and he hated that for her. 

Danny had always been a bit judgemental but Harry hadn’t really seen much of it firsthand like he did when he was asking him to help out his girlfriend. Personally, Harry had always been pretty liberated sexually and he didn’t see it as a bad thing. Bodies were beautiful, intimacy was beautiful, and he’d spent a good amount of time experimenting and learning what his personal taste was- but it was evergrowing. He found variety spiced things up for him, though as he aged he found the appeal of having one solid partner. It was tiring to have to go through the basics every time, but there was no way he was going to skimp on it. The ethics of kink were important to him and he never wanted to be someone’s bad experience. The idea of having one long term partner had been something weighing heavier on his mind, though, especially because he felt lonely. In the club it was fun, playing around and observing but he liked the idea of taking someone there to bring home. He wanted the cuddles and the playful energy and someone to lean on. He’d only been in a few relationships but they’d left things to be desired. Sexual chemistry was nice, but having it outside of the bedroom was more and more important to him by the day.

Maturing, maybe. Ha. 

After Y/N and his time teaching her, he was pretty sure it would be time to start seriously searching for a partner. The loneliness wasn’t fun, his mother badgered him a bit to see when he’d bring home a lover, and his bed felt chronically empty. Harry liked the idea of being someone’s favorite person, and he wanted to finally experience it for real. Call him a romantic, he’d agree. It was a comforting idea. 

Hopefully Y/N would find what she wanted to know out of this. He had his doubts about her being right for Danny, especially after how he had written off her wants as something like a phase. If it were Harry? He’d rather choke than let his lover go to someone else for sexual advice. The fact that he could made him question his friend. Of course, he was flattered he could be trusted with her but it felt a bit cheap. Pawning off his girlfriend to someone else to show them the pleasures and fantasies they’d been dreaming about? This was not a good idea- but part of him felt for Y/N. She was a sweet little thing that needed to see what was out there. 

It wasn’t like he found her unattractive either. It was the opposite. Seeing her walk into the coffee shop, his heart beat a little harder as he motioned her towards the back. Her face was shy as she lit up with a little smile, pulling her thickly knit green cardigan over her like a barrier. He could see the nerves on her face and it pulled at his heartstrings, giving her a little wave as he stood up to greet her. 

“Hi.” He smiled, going in for a hug. Harry was a touchy person and he liked to show his affection, and it seemed like Y/N liked that. She was stiff for a moment before melting into him, her greeting muffled by his chest before he pulled back to give her a look over. Subtle, yes, but he did it anyways. She wore a tight pair of jeans, a yellow tanktop with a lacy detail over her chest, and he was slightly distracted for a moment at how well it highlighted her assets. Y/N was a beautiful woman, but now that he had a go ahead to actually look her over he wasn’t too upset at the idea of touching her. Her eyes were bright and her lashes long, a delicate hue to her cheeks to show she had been a little cold outside before coming in. Her hair was braided down and slung over her shoulder, a small leather crossbody bag slid over her arm. 

“Hi.” She chirped, looking up at him. “I want to apologize if Danny threw all of this at you, I just…” Y/N avoided his gaze for a moment. “I feel so awkward and wanted to make sure you know I’m not expecting anything from you if you are just interested in giving advice or showing me around… I feel so out of my element and-” She was word vomiting. The girl had tried so hard to work herself up with the courage necessary but getting to see him in person again, up close and with no barriers of alcohol or anything… it made her even more flustered. Harry had always been attractive, but since when did he grow facial hair? It looked like he was letting it grow. His hair was soft and a little puffy from the humidity of the rain, pushed back against his forehead. He looked so cozy and stylish at the same time and a kernel of envy settled in her stomach- along with that dreaded desire.

Y/N had been faithful to Danny. She’d never strayed, never thought about it. All she wanted to do was explore with him. Finally being in a committed relationship, she felt like maybe it would be safe to bring up those urges- but she’d been proved wrong at his reaction. To be honest, it still stung. How he had given her a slight look of disgust once he realized she wasn’t kidding- she really wanted him to spit in her mouth. Or the next time when she’d asked him to smack her, or the other time when she asked if they could try it with her on top. He’d asked her if she had a bad childhood, suggested therapy, panicked when she cried at his tone. Finally, he told her he didn’t like that sort of stuff which, it was fine. Y/N was disappointed but she’d never force anything on him like that- but he’d come up with a scheme. A plan. Telling her he had a friend who could help her experience those things, see it isn’t as hot as it seemed in her books, help her get over it. As if it was some sort of toy she wanted to play with. 

Y/N was okay with not having it but she had to wonder why he was okay with essentially sharing her. She’d never want him to sleep with another woman- at least, not if it wasn’t a fully discussed threesome- so she was a bit at a loss when he suggested it. In all honesty, she felt a bit of ick now from how easily he suggested she go fuck his friend and then come back to her with those ‘ideas squashed’, but…. She wasn’t going to say no to this. 

There was no one else to help her. She’d always been curious, never felt safe enough with someone to experiment or had the balls to go to a club or party herself, and if this was her window into looking at and learning about this stuff? She was going to take it. Even if it meant making a fool out of herself in front of a really pretty man. 

“Hey- It’s okay.” His hands held her shoulders, squeezing lightly. “Everyone is a bit nervous to talk about this stuff at first. And m’sure it’s weird to talk about it with me, but I just gotta remind you that there’s no judgment coming from me. I’ve tried just about any and everything you can imagine.” The man’s voice was soothing, making her relax slightly in his grip. Harry had always been a good guy, even if Danny didn’t love the fact he was as promiscuous as it was said. 

“Okay. I’m sorry.” She peeped, giving him a sheepish look. “I’m just nervous. I’m gonna go get a tea, I’ll be right back. Is that okay?” Seeking out his approval, she smiled again when he nodded and sat himself back down in the comfy corner. It was a nice little shop, quiet except for a few people working on laptops and a group of people in the middle playing some sort of card game. No one would be able to hear them from their back corner booth. She grabbed a peppermint tea and blueberry muffin, making her way over to the man who sat with his own cup of coffee in hand. 

God, he was good looking. Sitting with his legs spread and his arm over his side of the booth, he gave her a once over before motioning for her to sit down. She listened. 

“Sorry.” She apologized after knocking his foot with her own. “I guess I’m going to apologize in advance for how uneducated I am. I’ve done online research but nothing in person and… I ramble when I’m nervous.” It was one of her quirks, that was for sure. Harry made her very nervous, not just because he was pretty but because…. He had this energy about him. Slightly intimidating all while being a person she wanted to seek comfort from. It was an odd mix and one she wasn’t quite positive what route to take. Y/N was a people pleaser, and she really wanted him to like her. 

“S’like I said, it’s alright.” He chuckled over the rim of his cup. “I’d tell you not to be nervous but I’m a little bit too. I’ve never had one of my mates approach me for something like this but I’ll admit m’glad I can help. It can be a bit dodgy when you’re into this sort of stuff and looking for mentors, or people to trust. It’s the first thing I wanted to let you know- there’s nothing wrong with being picky. Sure, it’s liberating to live out those things and those fantasies but you want to be safe about it.” His eyes traced over her features again. She was a pretty little thing, rambling and nervous and for some reason it did something to him. “Which brings me to my next question- how are you feeling about all of this? Any fears?”

There were many fears, which made her laugh a bit under her breath. “Well, I’m a bit scared in general, but I think the main one is…” It felt a bit silly to say. “That you’ll think I’m weird, or laugh at me. Or be disgusted by the things I like.” Her teeth snagged her lower lip, worrying it. “Like, it’s nothing inherently wrong or illegal! I promise. But… I’m sure you can imagine, Danny wasn’t very receptive and I was waiting to find someone who I was comfortable with to bring that stuff up.” It was humiliating, really. Her eyes looked down at her muffin, fingers fiddling with the wrapper. His reaction had really upset her, more than she had ever expected. It still made her stomach hurt, thinking about his face. 

Harry could see on her features that she was thinking about it, and it made him upset. No one deserved to be mocked or talked down to for something like this. It was okay to say no, always, but to shame your partner to the point where they felt scared people would laugh again wasn’t.  “I can absolutely promise you I’m not going to laugh at you unless you tell a joke. I don’t particularly like his tone when he talks about this stuff either, if I’m honest. I can only imagine how it hurt your feelings. I went through something similar with one of my relationships in the beginning.” He hoped that divulging that information would make her feel less alone. “Completely freaked out on me when I suggested something. I wasn’t too out of the ordinary in my mind, but he reacted so poorly that it made me less comfortable talking about other things.” Which was probably going to happen to them. It sucked, but it wasn’t something you forgot easily.

“Yeah, He just… He made me feel like a freak or something.” Y/N said quietly, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I didn’t think it was too far out. I suggested something and he looked at me like I’d lost my mind. A simple no would have been okay but… It was humiliating.”

Harry’s heart hurt for her. He’d been there before a few times and he knew just how much it stung, but seeing it on her face was something else. She had a sweetness to her and seeing her in discomfort didn’t sit well with him. At least not like this. Perhaps seeing her being pushed to her limits in other ways would be a welcomed replacement for this sort of uncomfortable feeling. “I can imagine.” He took her hand away from the muffin to hold it, showing his support. Hers was small and soft, like she took great care in lotioning them, and her nails were painted a chipped bubblegum pink. Cute. “But I can promise you m’not going to do that. If you want, I’ll tell you my own hard limits and you can tell me what you think yours are.” It seemed simple enough.

“Y-yeah, that would be nice.” Y/N felt a little shy around this topic despite her babbling mouth. Having him start would help her out. 

“Okay. So, I’m open to most things. Trying things once, you know? Some things I’ve never tried and probably won’t, but I like to keep an open mind. Some of my favorite things have come about by just trying things out.” His thumb brushed over the back of her hand, trying to get her to relax. “For me? My limits are anything illegal, you know that sort of stuff. No bathroom stuff, at least I’ve never felt the urge. M’not a fan of caning, or electric shock near my groin. Don’t love double penetration, but I’m open to doing it with others. No medical stuff, ball torture is a no go for me too. I tend to be more dominant but I’d say I’m a switch. 70/30 split for that. And I don’t go bare, not with scene partners” He hummed, watching as her face paled slightly at some of the things he’d mentioned. “By your reaction I don’t think I have to worry too much about those things, then.”

Y/N shook her head, feeling a little lightheaded at what he’d said. Medical stuff? She didn’t even know that was a thing. Her limits felt sillier now, but at least she knew they’d be somewhat compatible. “I… I’ll be honest now and say I didn’t even know half of that stuff was done, but I’d say,... same.” She laughed nervously, hoping her hand wasn’t getting too sweaty in his own. “I was going to say like.. No finishing in my eyes or anything that’s going to leave a big mark. I’m a little scared of knife play but it isn’t a hard limit… just something soft.” It made her feel a little more novice than she’d originally anticipated. Her online research had only scratched the surface. 

“Well you know about hard and soft limits. That’s great.” It was encouraged with another squeeze of the hand. “I know it can seem really overwhelming at first but there's time to learn.” He hoped. He wasn’t sure what Danny was expecting by asking Harry to take Y/N under his wing, but he wasn’t about to throw her into the deep end without at least preparing her first. It wasn’t a one and done sort of thing. “May I ask what it is that you asked him to do that inspired this?” It was what he really wanted to know. 

Y/N felt herself heat up as she tried to avoid his gaze again, blowing out a deep breath. It wasn’t extreme based off of what his limits said but it was still hard to admit. Leaning closer, she spoke softly as she admitted it. “I asked if he could spit. Y’know… Like in my mouth.” She cringed, hating how it sounded at the moment. “And if he could slap me a little bit. And uh- if I could go on top and take control a little bit.” This was mortifiying, really, but Harry didn’t react too much. He merely hummed, squeezing her hand again to show support. “I would have been fine if he just said no! I’d never make anyone do something they don’t like but he made me feel… dirty for wanting it.” Her hushed whisper made him frown, hearing the slight tremble in her words. 

“I will tell you now, nothing you asked for is necessarily extreme. I can understand it not being his thing, but he didn’t need to make you feel bad for it.” It made him feel awful for her. He remembered a time he suggested one of his partners take control and she had made him feel guilty for even asking. To be honest, despite knowing everyone had their preferences, he had to wonder how he’d been lucky enough to be put into this position. A place where he could help her feel more normal, instead of getting it ‘out of her system’ like her boyfriend intended. He couldn’t lie and say his opinion of him didn’t change because it did. Y/N was far too sweet to be treated like a toy, or made to feel dirty. At least not when she didn’t want to feel that want. “I love all of that stuff. When you get into the moment, there can be nothing hotter. The slapping, it needs trust. I get why you’d ask. It’s a trial and error sort of thing, and you really need to be aware of your own strength.” It was probably a blessing in disguise that he didn’t want to. Real bruises on her face had no place there. A sting, a mark that fades? Sure. But nothing that could potentially cause lasting damage. “Submitting to someone else does too, but it says something that you attempted. I’m personally proud of you for putting it out there.” 

Y/N felt flustered from her admission, but it was a welcomed relief that the man across from her had admitted to being into that stuff too. It made her feel a bit more normal, thank god.

“Yeah. It failed but… I’ve been curious for a while and wanted to see. I never felt comfortable enough with someone. I didn’t get to even ask half of what I wanted.. I felt bad.” She frowned. “I felt selfish for asking. Ridiculous. And honestly, a bit like something was wrong with me. I know that's bullshit because I’m not going around judging people who are into whatever they are into but I was just….” her voice dropped again, admitting something else she didn’t mean to. “I was bored, Harry. I love making love but at some point it just feels repetitive. The same position, having to get myself off. I know that books are not an accurate representation of sex, but it’s never felt as good as people describe. Both my friends and what I read. I didn’t want to make him feel bad but there’s no flexibility and part of me is scared to do this because what if I like it?” She stressed. What was she supposed to do if she got a taste and couldn’t let go? 

“Then you like it.” Harry was a bit shocked at her admission but at the same time, it would make sense. She was putting herself on the line to try and make the best out of a boring situation. Missionary could be hot, yes, but it depended on the person. The kissing. The words being exchanged. It was dependent on the people, and he had to wonder if perhaps Danny was just a bad lover. “There will be nothing to be ashamed of. To be frank with you, Y/N, I’m not going to go back to Danny and report on what we talk about, what we do. He’s going to know what you want him to know. Maybe that makes me a shit friend, but I relate to you. I’ve been in your situation before and I know how much it sucks.” His eyes regarded her softly, stretching his fingers out to slip under the sweater cuff, hitting hot skin with his fingertips as he rubbed. It was easier to feel connected if he touched her. 

“I told him that I wasn’t sure what I’d do. He said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I came back and felt more ‘normal’.” A bitter laugh left her, turning her eyes back to Harry. “I’m open to anything, really. I want to learn. I want to feel, I want to go to that club and see things…” Her body shuffled a little as she clenched her thighs together. “What’s it like?”

“It’s nice. There are viewing rooms, for people who are into being watched,or if you’re into watching. The like. You can rent out specific rooms and do scenes. There’s dancers, a no phone policy. You can be free to do what you’d like.” He smirked slightly at her squirming. Just this was working her up? This could be fun. “People come collared, leashed. In masks, faces fully out. It depends on the person. There’s a color system, you’ll get a ribbon tied around your wrist to show if you’re willing to be chatted up, if you’re there solely to watch, if you’re there with a partner. It’s not as complex as you may think, but I’m happy to teach you all about it.” 

“People just… they just have sex? Right there?” She blinked at him a few times. She wasn’t sure what exactly she expected from a sex related club. Orgies? Stripping? It all was so new to her. She’d never actually known anything factual about them. 

“Most of the time, no. Sometimes, if there's a Dom and Sub pairing, they'll do public punishments. But there are rooms for certain things. The main room is mainly for mingling.” Harry was open about his sexuality and experiences but his friends didn’t normally ask too much about the club. It was hard to explain at times, something she needed to truly see with her own eyes and feel the energy to understand it. “I’m not trying to rush you there until you’re ready. I think there’s a lot we can talk about before we go there. But that’s stuff I don’t particularly want to talk about here.” He’d get a stiffy, and he really didn’t want to walk out of here with one. He was fighting off a half hard on and it would be for nothing if he told her about what he liked exactly. “Do you want to get out of here? Go to my place?” He questioned, finishing the rest of his coffee that had gone cold. “You can send my address to your friends and Danny knows where I live, but I understand if you aren’t ready for that. Just want to talk.”

“No, no. I think that would be a good idea.” She felt a lot more comfortable with him now. Harry was not a serial killer. At least if he was, he passed a vibe check. “Why don’t you text me your address and I’ll meet you there?”

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more than seven minutes — one-shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: after you spend nearly a week completely avoiding your best friend, he takes matters into his own hands. and if that means locking you into a room with him until he makes you talk, then so be it.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut (+18), fluff, friends to lovers, forced proximity, love confessions, mentions of a sex dream, dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, dirty talk

author's note: another reupload! this is the only steve fic i've ever written, or rather, the only one i started and finished. not sure if i really write steve that well, but i tried <3 this has a part two and will be uploaded soon too.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Don't you trust us?"

From your left, Robin's faux exasperated tone had you throwing her a mean side-eye. Her girlfriend, Vickie, on your right, giggled, "I don't think she does, Rob."

It wasn't that you didn't trust them. On a normal day, you would trust those two with your life, but given the circumstance you recently put yourself into, you couldn't help but be suspicious.

They'd found you hiding — or trying to, at least — at the back porch during another one of Tina's house parties, which were getting more and more boring to you, but you needed an escape, and cheap beer with some questionable company would have to do it. 

You were sitting with another one of your friends when Robin and Vickie, appearing seemingly out of nowhere — confusing you immensely because they'd be two people you wouldn't expect to find at Tina's on a Friday night — took your plastic cup from your hand and pulled you by the arms to follow them.

Dragging you along, each one linked to your arms from both sides, passing in between the crowd of bodies gathered in the living room, occasionally having to push a drunk jock out of the way, and guiding you up the stairs, into the upstairs hallway. They moved fast, the people around you passing by like a sea of blurred faces.

You were thrust forward when you reached one of the doors, and were pushed inside by Robin, who flashed you an apologetic smile, shrugging, "I'm sorry!"

"Robin!" Yelling over the loud music that bled through the walls, you could hear giggling from the outside, as well as the sound of a key being turned in doorknob. Your heart raced as you slowly realized what was happening, "Vickie! What the fuck?"

You knew who was behind you without even having to turn around.

Taking in your surroundings, you could tell it was a guest room, untouched by the madness going on downstairs and in the hallway. Sitting on the neatly made bed, above the soft pastel bedding, Steve Harrington looked like a kicked puppy, brown eyes following your every move from where you stood, still at the bedroom door, unsure of what to do.

He was the first to break the silence, "So… now I have to resort to kidnapping you in order to have a conversation with my best friend?"

Leaning back into the cold wooden surface of the door, you tried to sound as unbothered as possible, knowing very well you were about to crack. "I wouldn't call that much of a kidnapping. Your henchwomen are a little too clumsy for that."

When Steve didn't answer you, merely raising an eyebrow, unamused, you tried again. "So, uh… what is this, exactly? Seven minutes in heaven? You know this isn't seventh grade anymore, right?"

"No, if it was seventh grade you would still be talking to me and not acting all weird for a whole damn week and not telling me why!"

"I'm not acting weird…"

"Bullshit! You are avoiding me like the plague and I need to know why."

You weren't avoiding Steve.

At least, that's what you had told him the first time he confronted you about it, almost a week ago. He had showed up at your house, unannounced as always, with a new film he knew you'd love and a bag of popcorn and candy, walking in as if it was own place — and it was, in a way, more of a home than his own has ever been. You made up an excuse about how you were sick and didn't want to get him sick as well, ushering him out of the house with an apology and the promise of a raincheck on your movie night.

After that, he'd been calling you, asking what was wrong and why were you avoiding him, and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth. You'd told him it was nothing, you were sick that day, then you were busy, and then… you were running out of excuses.

The truth was that you couldn't look your best friend in the eyes anymore.

Sighing, you looked down at your feet, shuffling in place, "It's nothing, Steve. I'm just confused about… something, but I promise it has nothing to do with you. You did nothing wrong, it's just, just a thing that happened." You stuttered.

There was a shift in the air, the tension dropping in the atmosphere as Steve's expression lightened, suddenly focusing entirely on you. He rose from his place on the bed and walked over to you, his body crowding your personal space. 

"Hey…" You felt a hand gently hold your chin, forcing you to look at him, warm brown eyes searching for yours. "I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm just worried. We used to tell each other everything and now you're acting like this and I don't know what to think."

Overwhelmed by Steve's closeness, his smell and the heat of his body invading your senses, and his hand moving to cradle your cheek, distracting you from gathering your thoughts, you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. "If I tell you, do you promise you'll stay not mad at me?"

"I don't think I could ever be mad at you, Y/N."

With a deep breath, you walked away from him. The nearness, the feeling of his hand on your skin brought you vivid memories of the exact reason you were pushing him away.

"Ihadasexdreamaboutyou."

"A what?"

"A sex dream! I had a sex dream about you and I'm embarassed enough as it is, okay? I know it's weird, but we can't really help what we dream of, you know? It's like our brains produce images using the faces of people we know but it doesn't necessarily mean anything…"

"I get it! I get it, you don't need to explain yourself, I promise." Steve interrupts your rambling, you're still avoiding making eye contact with him, but you notice a light shade of pink take over his face. Silence fell over the room, both of you still trying to come to terms with what you'd just confessed.

"What was your dream like?"

He was closer now, you realized. There was something different in his eyes, a look you'd never seen before — far more intense, pupils blown wide. An electric current grows between you, like a live wire, ready to explode. It didn't help you stop thinking about the Steve in your dream, looking up at you with those same eyes, hands hungrily exploring your naked body.

It was all you could think about in the past few days — and then, there he was, warm and real, right in front of you, your Steve.

"Steve…"

"Please? I'm curious. It can't be that bad."

Turning around, you stared at the wall instead of having to look at him, feeling flustered all over. "I don't remember a lot of the details, but, uh… I think we were on my couch and we were… I  was riding you, I think." Letting out a nervous laugh, you gathered the courage to turn again, pretending to not be affected, "Crazy, right?"

"Not that crazy. Coming from you, I was expecting something a little more shocking." 

You laughed earnestly then, feeling some of the tension leave your body. "Yeah. Screw you, Harrington."

Steve started taking a few tentative steps forward, and instinctively, you took some backwards, until your back hit the wall behind you. Leaning in, those same dark, hungry eyes lowered to your lips, and down to your cleavage — you felt vulnerable under his gaze, but not uncomfortable. It felt right, even though it made your skin prickle. "Can I ask you one more question?"

"Yeah." You breathed out.

One of his hands trailed along your waist, keeping you still as the other rested beside your head, on the wall. This was a line you'd definitely never crossed, even with Steve being as affectionate as he was, always keeping at least one hand on you. Not even in the many times you'd shared a bed and woke up tangled in each other. This was different, heavy with anticipation.

"Did you… touch yourself… thinking about this dream of yours?"

It felt like your head was spinning. Despite yourself, you drew in a sharp inhale, "Do you really need to know that?"

"Only if you want to tell me." His voice was gentle, much more restrained than the wild look in his eyes, barely keeping himself together. "But something tells me you do."

Steve wasn't blind to the effect he had on you, especially up close, where he could feel your heavy breathing, watching the way your body responded to his. Throwing every caution you had out of the metaphoric window, you finally looked him in the eyes, bringing him closer, and resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

"What if I told you that I did? What if I told you that I had my fingers inside of me thinking about how good it would feel if I was bouncing on your cock instead? How would it feel to have you run your hands all over me while I do it? Is that what you want to hear?"

Like the cat who got the cream — or the guy who got his best friend to confess how badly she wants to fuck him — he smirked, now holding you with both hands around your waist.

"Any chance you want to make that dream come true, baby?" 

"If King Steve is offering, who am I to refuse?"

"Shut up."

Snaking a hand up your back, raising a chill up your spine, and holding the back of your neck, his mouth descended on yours with a deep kiss. It started clumsy, all teeth and uncoordinated hands, two friends who dared cross a line they'd never return from. Steve took control, then, leading you towards the bed, and laying you on top of it, his hands never leaving your body as he climbed on top of you.

"You should have told me about this earlier. Could've helped you out, you know." He said, in between kisses, descending his mouth to your jaw, and down to your neck, his tongue eliciting tiny gasps from your gaping lips, "You were driving me insane."

His hands travelled under your shirt, after yanking it from under your skirt, finding your covered breasts. Too eager to feel you, he felt you up over your bra, squeezing and caressing his thumb over your nipples. Between Steve's hands and his kisses, you were left breathless under him, seeking whatever release you could get, grinding your hips against his thigh, which was resting between yours. You could feel your cotton panties cling to your wet folds, slick with desire.

"I think you're the one driving me insane here." You whined, biting his lower lip and dragging it just slightly. Steve's eyes darkened above you, and you felt his hands lower, slowly, to the hem of your already bunched up skirt. You watched as he sat up on his knees and removed his polo shirt, revealing his broad chest, and feeling the sudden urge to run your hands over the tuft hair and the smattering of freckles covering it.

"Consider it payback, baby."

They stopped at the waistband of your underwear, and stilled, as he asked, brown eyes as gentle as ever, almost whispering, "This okay?"

"Yeah. Please."

Lowering his head, he left kisses over your thighs as he brought the fabric down your legs and off your body, his hot mouth leaving a trail of small teeth marks and spit that warmed you to your core. There was an underlying devotion in Steve's touch, a reverence he always treated you with — like you were something precious, something worthy of praise. It set you alight under his expert fingers, running over the soft skin of your parted thighs.

Wasting no more time, Steve licked a long stripe over your weeping slit, flattening his tongue. You dropped your head to the pillow beneath you, not being able to stop the moan that rose on your throat. One of your hands reached to grab his hair as he alternated between flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it, groaning into your pussy like he was enjoying it just as much as you were. His strong hands grabbed your thighs and pulled you further into him, burying himself into you, his nose touching your clit as he delved his tongue into your hole, fucking you with it.

A litany of moans filled the room, along with the filthy, sloppy sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy. You felt delirious, skin burning and grinding yourself shamelessly into his mouth, meeting his movements. 

"Isn't that better, honey?" He teased, bringing a finger down to your entrance and into you, stroking your walls in a torturingly slow pace, making you pout as you kept moving your hips, "Better than fucking yourself with your tiny, little fingers? You could have had this instead of hiding from me."

Mumbling something incoherent, you could barely keep your thoughts together as you felt him add a second finger into you, pumping them faster this time.

"Louder. Let me hear you."

"So much better. You feel so good, Stevie, so fucking good. Please don't stop."

At that point, you didn't care how whiny you sounded. Steve didn't seem to care either, shifting between your legs to wrap his lips around your clit again, matching his languid thrusts as he curled his fingers inside of you, building up the tension in your core, your pleas of "faster, please!" rising from your lips.

He obliged, looking at you with hooded eyes. You meet his gaze as you cry out, feeling your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing into you slowly, and then all at once. He keeps his fingers moving as you ride it out, breathing heavily, and running your hand over his messed up hair, much gentler this time.

"C'mere, baby." You called, voice a little weak from exhaustion. Steve leaned over and you met him halfway, supporting your upper body into your elbows, and kissed him. Deep and slow, savoring the taste of his tongue, still stained with your juices, making you dizzy with uncontained lust, and, quite frankly, an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness, as if you had just marked him as yours.

After spending years watching him pine over Nancy Wheeler, and throw himself into date after meaningless date, it felt only fair.

Not you'd ever admit this to him out loud.

Distracting him with your kisses, you manage to take control, flipping him over, and mounting him, straddling his hips. Steve doesn't stop missing you, however, bringing his hands to rest over your hips and guide you to grind your exposed pussy over the tent on his jeans. You could almost feel him pulsing under you, bringing a new jolt of pleasure through your body, making you run your nails over his chest.

Quickly undoing his belt, and his zipper, you bring his pants down, just enough to free him from his boxers, feeling his length warm and heavy in your hand. He pants under you, his eyes rolling back as you tease him with your fingers, lightly, before running your thumb over the delicious vein on the underside of him, all the way to his already weeping head.

Before you could do much else, you heard a hard knock on the door, followed by barely hushed giggles.

"Are you still alive in there? Do we need to call the police?"

"Go away, Buckley! Jesus." 

Steve groaned at Robin's interruption, running his hands over his face, flushed with frustration. You release him from your hold, chuckling a little at his outburst. Leaving a kiss to his nose, driving his attention back to you, you ask "Your house isn't too far from here, right?"

"Yeah. Your point being…"

"I think we should take this party somewhere a little less crowded."

Humming deep inside his chest, Steve leans up, pecking you on the lips, "Now you're speaking my language."

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they hate each other and there's just one bed - part 1

A/N: So good god agentrry is finally here. Don't worry my loves this is just part 1. I had a a lot more written but word erased like 2k words I think ugh I'm sad. enjoy this anyways

Pairing: Agent!Harry Styles x Agent!Reader (female)

Word count: around 3.6k

TW: none much just swearing lots and lots of swearing, pretend wives and husbands mentions of killing trash acting jealous harry and one bed

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 Harry wants to kill her. Might just do it today.

“Stop glaring at each other, for god’s sake! This is supposed to be a pretty simple thing. Please don’t end up fucking killing each other before the mission is over.” Nick stated, raising a single eyebrow in a very matter of fact and totally Nick manner.

Nick Jamison was the captain of the Special Forces unit of SWAT, kept securely in the shadows (a bit like S.H.I.E.L.D. if you ask me, just much smaller), of which both Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles were part. They worked seamlessly together except for one bump on the road.

Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles hate each other.

Plain and simple right there.

The reason, you ask? A plethora of reasons. Y/N thinks Harry’s “way too motherfucking cocky” and that he should “get his stupid curly head out of his British ass.” She thinks all his niceness is just for show, and that he’s a total fake.

Harry Styles has the same things to say. According to him, “who the fuck does she think she is? Running around like she’s a goddamn saint.”

Nick’s hot take on the matter: “those two morons didn’t develop past their primary school phase where you push and pull the person you like because you don’t know how to deal with feelings. Plain and simple right there.”

I guess you know understand that even though they’ll work exceptionally together, they won’t willingly do it but they’re great together, so they have to you know.

This brings us here.

There was a slippery drug cartel that needed to be busted, but the unit had been struggling with getting the owner for months, and now finally, there was a way in.

“Dominic Vasquez is an eel. Snaky, slippery, and awfully hard to catch. We’ve been trying to find a suitable opening for a long time and finally have one.” Nick briefs Harry and Y/N, who is sulking in their seats.

“What opening? Please just spit this shit out, Nicky. I don’t really have the patience for your dramatics right now.” An annoyed Y/N remarks for the first time after entering the meeting room. As usual, both had been called in, not informed they would be doing a mission together, and the complaints and whining had begun. All they had done after acknowledging (scowling) each other was roll their eyes while glaring at each other through their director’s words.

A slight noise of agreement comes from the other agent in the room. Nick heaves a heavy sigh as he gestures vaguely at his prize pupils. “Look, you two, it’s paining me to breathe in all this sexual tension. Get a lid on it or go fuck it out. Please don’t drag me in it. Let me fucking finish.”

Their attention has been successfully piqued, all their pissiness vanishing as irritation and slight embarrassment settle on their features.

After an eye rollTM, the director gives all the information to the agents, who’re now listening as promptly as they’re ignoring each other. “His annual gala is next week, and that’s really the only opening. You are supposed to be new members, so you’ll be informed of that soon. You both will go in a day prior, get settled in. The whole thing is held at his mansion in Milan. You must find his office, grab evidence, and get out while being under the pretence of visitors. Simple.”

Harry is the one who speaks up this time, a sceptical eyebrow raises to accompany his words. “Why do I have a feeling there’s more to this?”

Nick sighs again like it’s hurting him to just breathe. “You’re going in as a married couple, Mr Andrew Jackson and Mrs Amelia Jackson.”

Y/N and Harry erupt in groans and protests of “why does this always happen” and “why do you always do this” in reference to the fact that they’d been in a few assignments previously where the both of them had to play a couple.

(Nick won’t say this out loud ever, but he thinks they’d make a damn great couple, so he keeps trying to push them together invisibly. Besides, they have great chemistry, so it really makes everything more believable.)

“Stop whining and get to it, Jesus Christ.”

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“Can you shift your fucking elbow?” Harry grunts in anger at his companion. Without looking up from the magazine in her hands, Y/N raises a single eyebrow at him, making absolutely no move to adjust her position.

Scoffing at the reply he received, or the lack thereof, the man shoves her elbow off the hand rest prompting an eye rollTM and an irritated groan from the agent beside him.

Surprisingly, Y/N doesn’t push him back because she’s too tired to deal with his shit at 6 in the fucking morning. Besides, it’s bloody December, so she just agitatedly pulls in her arms and continues to skim through the pages.

The next 2 hours or so are filled with glaring, under-the-breath grumbling and all sorts of gestures to annoy the other, but they thankfully make it out of the plane and to the hotel in one piece.

Harry shamelessly winks at the receptionist who’d just asked what name the room was under as Y/N rolls her eyesTM. “Jackson. Andrew Jackson sweetheart.” The girl blushes and giggles, quickly retrieving the key card.

“Jesus at least pretend like you have a wife,” Y/N mutters to her man-whore of a partner once they get inside the elevator. Harry’s lips tilt up in response, that infamous smug smirk coming out to play as he taunts her. “Why wifey, not getting enough attention, hmm? Jealousy isn’t that good of a look on you, sweetheart.”

“Please you’re too self-involved. I’m worried you won’t be able to keep it in your pants long enough to not fuck up my mission.” She scowls. Harry has the decency (or gall, whatever you will) to look offended at the comment. “Our mission and oh please miss goody to-shoes you know as well as I do that, I’m clearly the more responsible one out of the both of us. I’m not stupid enough to jeopardise our mission just because I wanted to get my dick wet.”

Y/N retorts just as the elevator doors open. “Aren’t you though, dear?” With his mouth gaping and the doors closing, he realises she just snatched the key card out of his hand.

The brunette hastily moves to catch up with her while she opens the door. Nick had actually booked them a suite and “it has two big beds, I swear!” However, the suite in question was slightly different from what was promised.

One single, king-sized bed stares back at them from the centre of the luxuriously decorated room.

Y/N breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

A deep groan emits from Harry as he rubs his eyes annoyedly.

“Screw you I’m taking the bed.” Before she could even think of saying something, Harry deposits himself on the bed, all gangly limbs as he sighs in satisfaction. She clenches her teeth and marches over to the bed, glaring at him with her arms crossed. He turns and grins up at her infuriatingly, “Can I help you with something, wifey?”

She shifts gears and gives him a saccharine smile. “Yes actually. How about you cuddle me to sleep, dear?” Harry’s brow furrows in mild disgust and he doesn’t even get a word out before Y/N is beside him with her arms wrapped around his lean body, fully flopping on top of him. He flails around like her touch burned him and knocks her over to the other side of the bed where she snickers at him. With a swift kick, Harry’s on the floor and Y/N has spread out starfish on the sheets.

He climbs back up to try to take control of the bed again, but Y/N just won’t let that happen. They wrestle each other and she’s just about to punch Harry when the doorbell rings. Her hand freezes a few inches away from his scowling face, both of them scrambling to fix their rumpled clothing. She stumbles off where she’d planted herself on his abdomen and opens the door while Harry shifts around to make it seem like he was just relaxing on the mattress.

The bellboy is standing in the hallway, holding their bags as he smiles at her maybe a little too amicably. “Hey yeah you can put them in here.” Y/N leads him inside the room. He puts down the suitcases and glances up to find an intimidatingly handsome man lounging on the bed, watching him with narrowed jade eyes.

Without taking his gaze off the boy, Harry calls to Y/N who was turning on the electric kettle at the side of the room. “Baby, can you come here for a second, please?”

“Yes, honey?” Y/N replies as she comes to stand at his side. She should get a fucking Oscar for how great she played along right there. Her ‘husband’s hand comes up to rest on her thigh as he lazily smiles at her. “Tip the boy darling, then can we please take a nap, hmm?”

With her back turned to the steward, she raises her eyebrows at his antics, quickly moving to retrieve her temporary husband’s wallet. “Sure honey.”

Harry’s scowling at the bellboy as he leaves.

“If you need anything mam, I’ve been Aaron. Don’t hesitate to call, I’ll be right here.” Y/N quickly shoos him away rolling her eyesTM at his attempt of shooting his shot. Harry is still scowling. “I’ve been Aaron. Don’t hesitate to call, mam.” He mocks in a high-pitched accented voice.

“Look who’s jealous now, dear. You seriously felt threatened by a bellboy, Styles? That’s how weak your ego is?” The agent scorns the notion, switching the subject smoothly.

“Fuck that. Grab a chair, we’re running over the plan.”

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Y/N is just about ready to stab him with the fork in her hand.

“If you don’t stop smirking and start acting like a goddamn husband, I swear to god I will rip out your carotid,” Harry smirks, of course, he does.

“Gonna use your teeth, sweetheart? Never would have taken you to be that kinky.”

He should be thankful the waiter arrives right that moment or he would have ended up one major artery down.

The waiter looks at Y/N, completely disregarding the man with her as he asks for her order. “Good afternoon mam. What will you be having today?” He very sweetly asks to which she gives him a tight but polite smile. She can just barely hear Harry mumble under his breath, “Definitely none of your bullshit.”

“I think I’ll just go with the mushroom risotto. Thank you.” Harry clears his throat, finally gaining the waiter’s attention. The guy has the nerve to look irritated at Harry’s intervention, which piques the agent further.

“If you’d be willing to pay attention to me, I would like a cheese ravioli, thank you.” Upon receiving death eyes from the man, the waiter quickly nods and runs but not before flashing a smile at Y/N.

An eyebrow is already raised when she fully turns in her partner’s direction. “Seriously, Styles? Again?” He rolls his eyesTM, scoffing at her insinuation and yet again opting to ignore her remark.

“Shut up. Give me your hand.” She grouses at the sheer duality of the statement, lips curling in annoyance.

“What? Why would I ever do that?”

“Shutting up or giving me your hand?” Harry mutters with a boyish grin. The dimples alone make it seem like he was just flirting playfully. “Come on, wifey. Pay your husband some attention.”

It clicks to Y/N suddenly that they’re supposed to play pretend and she’d somewhat lost track of the notion. She huffs quietly and slips a hand into his ringed one, watching as he brings it up to his lips.

A strange shock goes through her as Harry’s jade eyes meet hers and his lips softly brush over her knuckles like he was glad to be allowed this close. He laces their fingers together, giving her a moony smile, she would’ve swooned over him if he wasn’t a douche. She returns it with just as much sentiment.

“I have never wanted to end your existence more.” “Trust me I feel the same.”

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Fortunately, the waiter made it out alive.

Harry is not a violent person generally but after today Harry swears, he has never longed to put a bullet in someone’s head more.

During the one hour or so, Y/N and Harry spent at the restaurant, that damn waiter kept making passes at Y/N while ignoring Harry’s presence at the table. So much so that he made her uncomfortable. Now Harry may hate her guts but that does not mean he’ll sit and watch a moron try to objectify his companion. Moreso make her uncomfortable as she sat with her husband?

So, when he interrupted their sweet moment to present their meals and make a comment about how the madam looked much more ravishing than the food, it’s safe to say Harry may have lost it a teensy bit.

I’m not saying Harry got up under the stance of gonna run to the loo real quick and whispered in the waiter’s ear to dare and make one more remark on my wife, or that he’ll gut you like the fish on that table. I’m not saying that he sat and glared at the terrified man with satisfaction or smirked when Y/N told him to keep it in check. I’m also not saying he replied I’m your husband baby it’s my job.

But then again, I’m also not saying he didn’t.

“Jesus Harry, that poor guy was petrified. Did you really have to?” Y/N gets out in a fit of laughter as they get in the hotel elevator. Harry titters along with her, shaking his head and announcing in an overly posh British accent. “I’m your husband baby, it’s my job!”

She collapses into giggles again but for some reason this time, Harry stands and stares with something akin to fondness at her glee. She wipes under her eyes, raising a questioning brow at his gaze. “What? ‘ve I got something on my face?”

“No, nothing.”

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“Fuck you, Styles.”

“You wish, Y/L/N.”

She huffs and stomps and smushes his face into the pillow in her hands in a failed attempt at asphyxiation. He chortles.

“Let me take the bed, Styles, don’t be a dick come on.” Y/N tries one more time, but the man just turns, sighs, and goes spread eagle on the mattress.

After lunch, they discussed their plan some more and went around Dominic Vasquez’s mansion to scout out the area. Nick had given them a blueprint of the property so that they could mark down possible exit routes and things like that. That is what they’d spent the rest of the day doing but now it’s 11 and they really need to sleep.

Upon receiving zero replies from the man spread on the bed, Y/N sighs heavily. She was stubborn as fuck sure but then again, she wasn’t gonna keep fighting and risk having him blow up uselessly.

Turning off the lights, she tiredly crawls onto the stiff couch. Harry’s already snoring, and she can’t even get comfortable.

She tosses and turns as the clock tick’s midnight, but sleep is a fever dream. She chucks her pillow onto the carpet, quickly following after it. The floor might be a better option than the couch.

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It’s been 1876 seconds and Harry snores 4 times every minute and it’s been 30. The floor is hurting her back.

Y/N gives up on sleep altogether, getting up and turning on the one lamp placed on the oak table in the room. A warm buttery light surrounds that corner of the room. She looks over her shoulder to see if it disturbed Harry but he was still snoring.

He looked almost adorable like this. Messy curls strewn over his forehead, chest rising with soft subdued breaths. His features were relaxed, free of that furrow he gets in his brows when he’s ticked off.

Her lips quirk up the tiniest bit but she doesn’t indulge in it any further. Y/N gently pulls out the chair with a sigh, plopping down on it and flipping open the case files. Might as well work.

“Y/L/N. Y/L/N wake up! Wake up, Jesus.” Y/N can just make out a deep, accented voice mumbling and a hand shaking her shoulder gently. “Y/L/N come on you idiot.”

She rises slowly, groaning out a sigh. She tips her head back to find Harry standing above her, sleep smeared over his face.

“Why the fuck are you sleeping on the table?” She learns that Harry’s voice becomes much deeper and raspier when he wakes up and she doesn’t know what to do with that knowledge.

“I-I was sleeping on the couch first but then I tried the floor cause the couch was very stiff but then like the ground was stiffer so I tried to do some work and I think I might’ve fallen asleep? What time is it?”

“Oh yeah, no shit Sherlock. It’s around 1:17 something. You can-you can uh come sleep on the bed. It’s large enough for like 3 people and we both need sleep so you can take one side, I guess.”

Y/N raises her eyebrow. “You’re sure? You know what, I’m not even gonna question it. Get outta the way, motherfucker.”

Harry mutters something along the lines of why did I let her sleep in my bed but does nothing as she wriggles under the unmade side of the bed. Y/N’s eyes are already drooping as he gets under the covers on his side.

“Stay on your fucking side, Y/L/N. I mean it please.”

She hums out an unintelligible response.

Harry doesn’t remember when he fell back to sleep but the last thing, he did remember that night was his partner’s arm extending away from her face where it had been previously and landing next to his, their pinkies now wrapped together.

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He feels warm. It’s not the fuck I’m burning it’s too much kind of warmth but rather the toasty welcomed kind. The one where you’re curled up under a blanket watching a movie with your cat at your feet, a fire cackling gently by the side, sweet candles burning, and an even sweeter girl in your arms.

Harry’s emerald eyes blink open heavily. There’s a weight in his arms and it’s 4 am. The weight shifts. It also sighs and cuddles closer to Harry. He finds the weight is actually a person. The person is Y/N and it’s pleasant.

Harry falls back to sleep.

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She feels warm. It’s not the ah it’s burning kind of warmth but rather the welcomed toasty kind. The one where you’re snuggled up under the covers watching a movie with your cat at your feet and there’s a fire cackling gently by the side, sweet candles burning and an even sweeter boy, holding you in his arms.

Y/N’s eyes blink open heavily. There’s a weight on top of her and it’s 8 am. The weight shifts. It also sighs and snuggles tighter around Y/N. She finds the weight is actually a person. The person is Harry and it’s very unpleasant.

Y/N squawks and throws him down.

“What in the Jesus Christ-” Harry gapes from the floor, having been woken up suddenly. He looks up and there she is holding her pillow like a weapon. Is she serious?

“Why the fuck were you cuddling me?”

“Why the fuck would I cuddle you?”

“I do not fucking know! You were the one on top of me!”

“You were the one on my side!”

“Well, someone crossed over!”

“You did!”

“Oh no, you were the one who started it!”

“Shut your bitch ass up, you started it, Styles!”

“Oh, please Y/L/N, you are the last person I would want to snuggle with. I may be a touchy person but I’m not that desperate-”

“Oh, you’re a man-whore so you better jus-”

Someone’s phone rings.

It’s Nick.

There’s silence.

Then there’s scrambling.

Y/N snatches up the phone and answers it.

“Hey yeah hi. Good morning, Nick, how’re you doing this fine morning?” She awkwardly asks her director and Harry just crouches on the floor, his head in his hands.

“Y/N what did you do? It’s not even 9 yet. Why are you answering Styles’ phone? Did you two finally fuck it out or like-”

“Nick! Please. What do you want?”

Harry leans against the bed like he’s in pain (might as well be) because he can very well listen to the conversation going on, on the phone.

Nick heaves a sigh on the other side. “I just wanted to ask you two how it’s going and inform you from where you’d be collecting your clothes for tonight.”

They straighten up and look at each other. Down to business.

“There’s this cute boutique downtown, owned by a sweet lady called Juliana. Now, she is doing me a big favour by entertaining your asses-”

“Oh, now come on that’s not fai-”

“Shut up Y/L/N and let me finish. Have no manners I swear to god.”

Before Y/N can open her mouth to complain some more (she always whines like this but Nick never says anything, not to her) Harry snatches his cell back and clears his throat.

“Now movin on. You’ll go to her no late than noon and take your pick from whatever options she has. Don’t bother her too much.”

“You sweet for her, Nicky?” Harry snickers, sneaking a look at Y/N who’s doing the same.

“Sure like you are for that wife of yours, huh Styles?”

Nick ends Harry and the call.

[inc3ll]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: snapshots of you, an innocent senior at hawkins high, and eddie, the no-good weed dealing perv. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: perv!eddie munson (stranger things 4, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: innocent!reader, dubcon, coercion, trading sexual favors (nudity) for drugs, male masturbation, daddy kink, some degradation, corruption, names (princess, baby, slut, good girl), fingering, drug use, angst, fighting 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: finally compiling this and making it an official series! <3 love me some perv!eddie lol also i have NOT forgotten about my koner series i promise! i'm just vibin on this rn lol. let me know if you'd like to be added to my taglist for this story!

𝟏: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟐: 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟑: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝟒: 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝟓: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝟔: 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭) 𝟕: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝟖: 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝟗: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 and more to come!

[inc3ll]

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 ➶ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: based off of this post by poppy-metal, my beloved. eddie's a popular camboy, along with your best friend steve. one lucky introduction manages to turn your life upside down, arguably, for the better. a special mention to nyxoz's amazing camboy edit.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), modern au, camboy!eddie, camboy!steve, bestfriend!steve, steddie (friendship but definitely consensual sex talks), innocent-ish!reader, lacks a lot of positive sexual experience and eddie is a wonderful helper, fingering and first time orgasms, mentions of oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (pulling out), slightly dom!eddie, masturbation, voyeurism (consensual), a lot of unnecessary backstory because i couldn't help myself, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 9k

Your relationship with Eddie was nothing short of unorthodox. It was a winding, ridiculous tale of how you met, how your relationship flourished, and how things ended up where they were now—but it should be noted first, you were well aware of Eddie’s profession. You’ve never knocked him for it, it was fascinating more often than it wasn’t, how easily he drew in a crowd and kept them captivated. It was something you’d never be capable of, you knew that. Eddie’s confidence oozed from him, on camera and off, despite his conscious humbleness—he knew what he had and he worked it well. It was his means of living, after all.

Steve shows you a picture of him on a busy Friday night almost three years prior, out at a packed bar, tucked into a tight corner away from all the music and sweaty bodies. 

“He seems—“

“Intimidating?” Steve finishes with a laugh, letting you swipe through the few pictures of him and Steve, arms thrown around each other—they seemed close, and given their similar line of work, you could only assume how close. “He’s not, I promise.”

“I’m not trying to date anyone, Steve.” You remind him adamantly, pushing his phone back toward him. 

Eddie was cute, handsome even—you could admit that at least.

“Oh, no—no,” Steve panics, shoving his phone into his pocket, “that’s not what I was implying.”

“Then what?” You ask with a soft laugh, “Are you trying to tell me I need more friends?”

Steve shrugs halfheartedly, “Not so much you—more him.”

“Fine, I’ll meet him.” You agree with hesitance, “On one condition.”

Steve rolls his eyes in amusement, a subtle smirk pulling at his features. “I’m not giving you free content—you’ve gotta pay up like the rest of the world.”

“Ew, fuck no—“ You reply in disgust, never appreciating the closed door policy in your shared apartment more than right now. “I was going to say you can cook dinner for the rest of the month—I don’t need to see any more of your dick than I already do.”

“Hey, that was one time—“ Steve defends weakly, “and I wasn’t even in that line of work yet."

“That’s worse!” You tell him, “That’s why we have rules, Steve.”

Despite that, Steve’s still one of the better roommates you’ve had and cleans up after himself better than you, most of the time, but what he makes up for in cleanliness, he lacks in spatial awareness—eventually he learns to keep the door closed.

He brings Eddie back to the house the next night, busting through the door with giddy excitement, in the middle of an animated conversation when Steve catches you on the couch, scrolling through an endless list of movies with no idea what to watch.

“See, I told you she’d still be up.” Steve tells Eddie, closing the door behind him as they both hurled toward the couch, squeezing you between them. “Have you eaten?”

You grimace at the overwhelming smell of body wash, the obvious post orgasmic energy radiating from both of them.

“No,” You sigh, resting your hands in your lap and fiddling with your fingers idly, nose scrunching up in irritation, “—god you two smell like you drowned each other in a tub of fucking green apple.”

“I need to buy some,” Eddie says, “it’s all Steve had with him.”

You nod slightly, “So, how was the turnout?”

The both break out into a grin, clear that it was nothing near disappointing. “Someone sent in like five thousand, I think—something around that. Not to mention all the new people it brought in since Eddie’s fanbase grows by a thousand every fucking day.”

“I can’t even wrap my own head around it.” Eddie admits honestly, eyes flitting toward his bare knees that showed through his ripped jeans. “Anyways, it’s nice to official meet you.”

Eddie turns to you then, sacharinne smile on his face.

“Oh, right,” Steve remembers, “yeah—this is Eddie.”

“Should this feel weirder?” Eddie asks, “I feel like I kinda just busted in here—“

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less,” You look over toward him briefly before glancing back at Steve, “not when you’re friends with this idiot.”

“Hey—“ Steve retaliates in defense.

You chuckle softly, forcing yourself up from the squished space between them.

“Wait, where are you going?” Steve asks, leaning up from the couch like he’s going to follow.

You step to your phone, reaching for it from where’s resting on the counter, tossing it into Steve’s hands, his reflexes impeccable as he catches it with ease.

“You two can celebrate your record breaking sex tape by buying me dinner,” You smirk, “I’m feeling—“

“Chinese?” Eddie suggests, both of you glancing over toward a mortified Steve.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” 

Eddie’s never been more instantly intrigued by someone in his entire life—he’s seen pictures, heard about you through Steve, but nothing prepared him for actually being in your presence.

He had to learn everything about you.

Steve can’t admit his jealousy, but it’s there—definitely.

It doesn’t take long for you and Eddie to click, and when it happens, it’s impossible to seperate you both. Eddie streams a lot, more than half of the week and similar to a full-time job, and it seems just as exhausting as a regular nine to five—and Steve’s been kind enough to support you through your own hardships, both with the money of his parents and his, it’s made life easy for you and a lot less stressful as you navigate through your final year of college. You had great friends and there was no doubting that, but it blows your mind just how much money Eddie makes in a month—hell, even a weeks time.

You don’t argue when Eddie tries to pay for meals or nights out, knowing he would string things into a full-blown argument if it boiled to that point—not out of frustration and Eddie would never realize his voice out of tone, but he had more money than he knew what to do with, so spending it on and for the people he cared about seemed like a good enough reason. It becomes tradition—Eddie starts taking Sunday’s off, a day designated for the both of you; time to relax and check-in.

It usually ended up with you two sprawled out on his couch or his bed—this time, his bed—talking about whatever came to mind. You were always curious about his job, whether it be the things he did, the people he encountered, and Eddie never had any qualms about answering.

“What about stalkers?” You ask timidly, playing with the cuff of his sweatpants, delicate fingers dragging over the curve of his ankle. “Steve had one once—it got really bad.”

Eddie shakes his head, body curled around his pillow as his fingers rubbed against his blanket. “I guess I’ve dodge that bullet so far.” He admits, feeling appreciate that he’s avoided the creeps that well. “But, you always get the occasional weirdo who pays for a private showing—those are always tricky.”

“Can’t people request those whenever?” You ask, glancing over at his sleeping computer, his expensive camera covered for—well, reasons. Despite living most of his life online, he was still paranoid to some degree—and maybe it would be easier to not have his setup in his bedroom, but he enjoyed his small apartment and it didn’t make sense to uproot himself, not when he felt safe here. Plus, he was closer to you, and that’s all he really cared about. 

“It depends on my availability—they usually schedule it around what I have set up but sometimes I do surprise and I typically charge more for those, but I haven’t done one in a while.”

You sit up slightly, turning over onto your stomach until you’re beside him, head propped up in your hand as you looked at him. “Why?” You ask curiously.

Eddie laughs weakly, “Well, I use to do them on Sundays.” It dawns on you then, mouth forming into a soft “Oh.” 

“Yeah, so I don’t do them anymore,” He shrugs, “I mean, they were good money—like, really good. But, the more people are willing to pay, the weirder things get.”

“How weird?”

Eddie looks away briefly, racking his brain for all the odd encounters he’s had, “Uh, there’s a lot of feet.”

“People showing you their feet?” You ask incredulously.

“No, no—“ Eddie interrupts with a chuckle, pressing his hand against your cheek gently, thumb soothing out the furrow in your brow, “mine and the other person usually gets off to it—“

“Like, men?”

Eddie shrugs, “Usually—my audience is predominantly male but there’s a good mix of everything, it makes no difference to me as long as they’re not being excessively creepy.”

“This is fascinating.” You mumble to yourself, noticing Eddie’s smug grin. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do you—do you wanna watch one?” Eddie asks boldly, there’s a tinge of hesitancy in his voice that maybe you’ll decline—not that he would be offended, but he knew how curious you were about all of it, even from the little of it that Steve has exposed to you.

You don’t immediately say no, “Won’t that be weird?” You ask, “I think part of me has avoided all of it because I respect that part of you—“

“I don’t need respect, sweetheart. It’s my job.” He says with a smile, tapping his ringed pointer finger against the tip of your nose. “So, whaddya say? Free of charge.”

“Sure, I’ll bite.” You giggle softly, letting him climb over you clumsily to settle himself at his desk.

“Go sit over there,” He motions toward the book of his bedroom, a cozy corner with a fuzzy chair that looked way too expensive. You took a seat, pulling the decorative pillow over your lap as you crossed your legs, watching as Eddie typed away furiously at his phone before placing it against the top of his desk, pressing at his keyboard until his computer came to life, “—I’m trusting you to be quiet, okay?”

You make a motion of zipping your lips, earning a subtle head shake from Eddie, his hand reaches up in a grabbing motion.

“Pass me that lube.”

Your eyes switch to the table quickly, noticing the small bottle of clear lube, sitting there, out in the open. It was his bedroom, you couldn’t judge. You pick up the bottle carefully, pinched between your thumb and pointer finger, tossing it in Eddie’s direction.

“It’s a new bottle,” He tells you, catching the bottle in one hand, “and I keep my stuff clean.”

“I believe you.” You respond, hands held up in defeat as you settled back into the chair.

It doesn’t take long for him to find a willing customer who had nothing better to do at ten o’clock on a Sunday night—he snaps into the persona easily, a more rambunctious, showy version of himself. You laugh quietly, catching the way his hands rub over the front of his sweatpants absently—you can only assume it’s to assist himself in getting hard. You’re not a prude either, by any means, so it’s not shocking or outrageous to watch, but it feels slightly invasive.

And it wasn’t that you didn’t find Eddie attractive—you did, tremendously, but things have never tipped past the point of typical friendship; he hugs you longer than necessary and sometimes kisses you on the cheek or forehead, but outside of that, it’s normal. Eddie also loves to cuddle, but that’s not even necessarily reserved for you, because you’ve caught him doing it with Steve too—but their dynamic was so vast and complicated that you didn’t want to try and dissect it.

Eddie starts off slow, a kind greeting and genuine smile, attempting to connect with the person on the other end. Eddie’s never judged people and the way they attempt to make connections, whether transactional or not—it was his job and he enjoyed, even the more awkward and strange ones.

You watch on with a faint smile, thumb tucked between your teeth as you chewed gently at the skin—to Eddie, it was like you weren’t even there, but deep in his mind he felt it; pensive eyes and anxiety of his next move, maybe he had taken things too far. But, there was no turning back now. 

It ramps up rather quickly, his hand slipping from palming over his sweatpants to his thumbs tucking into the fabric to pull them just under his ass, his half-hard cock in view now, slightly obscured by the arm of his chair. 

It’s astonishing, the fact that you haven’t seen Eddie’s dick until now, in such a nonchalant manner. To him, it was a normal day—knowing that thousands upon thousands of strangers already knew what his dick looked like, his ass, practically every part of his body—yet you’ve only been privy to what he’s shown you. His face, his chest, and maybe a glimpse of him in his underwear at most—littered in tattoos from head to toe, constrasting against his pale, milky skin. 

You can’t hear the person on the other end as much, let alone see them at this angle, looking at an oddish angle from the corner—you can’t see Eddie’s face fully, but it’s flush, cheeks reddened from exhurtion. He snaps open the bottle of lube from below the desk, expertly squirting into his hand before tossing it to the floor carelessly, hands switching positions with ease. His left comes under to cup his balls, right hand covered in lube as it wraps around his cock, pulling gently at the shaft, thumb rubbing over the slit at the tip tenderly, moaning some outlandish remark to the person on the other end—their name or maybe their username, you muffle the small laugh that escapes with your hand.

Eddie can hear it too and it breaks his concentration slightly, open mouth pulling into a faint smirk, releasing an obnoxious moan into the air, mostly for the sake of teasing you. It’s effective enough, shutting you up for the remaining duration of the show until Eddie’s coming into his hand harshly, eyes squeezed together in concentration as he squeezes the head of his dick in an effort to stop that painful throbbing—it never felt as good when it was forced like this. It was all for the customer’s sake. But, you still couldn’t help the way your thighs squeeze together at the sight of Eddie’s hand covered in his own come or the way his dick looks absurdly good in the low light, shining and sticky with lube. 

Eddie shuts off his camera soon after, letting out a long shaky sigh as he uses the towel at his desk to wipe himself down.

“So, thoughts?” Eddie asks curiously, peering up from his chair, head still downturned as he wipes at his stomach.

“Pretty tame.” You shrug, though you’ve never really expected to mark consensual voyeurism off your list of things to try at least once in your life, let alone with Eddie. 

“They’re not always crazy,” Eddie says, pulling the band of his sweatpants back over his groin, allowing himself some decency as he turned to you, swiveling in his chair playfully, “—was that…too much?”

“Oh—me, watching you?” You stammer, shaking your head furiously. “I didn’t—I mean, it’s like work for you. But, it was…interesting.”

“You’ve never watched someone masturbate before, have you?” Eddie asks with a hint of teasing.

The boldness of the questions were shocking—Eddie was egging it on and you couldn’t be bothered to stop it. 

“I—no.” You decide on, feeling inclined to offer up an embarrassing secret, considering the situation, “I don’t do it, either—I’ve never tried it.”

“You’re fucking with me.” Eddie huffs a laugh, leaning forward in his chair, hands clasped together as they press under his chin. “You’ve never even—like, not even with a partner?”

“Oh, yeah—I just, don’t do it, you know?” It feels like a redundant question, so Eddie doesn’t answer. “Sex is…kind of an afterthought to me, it’s never really been that great. I only ask a lot of questions because I’m nosey—“

Eddie snorts at that, nodding in agreement. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve never even snuck off with one of Steve’s mountain of sex toys? Just out of curiosity?”

Another shake of your head. 

Eddie clears his throat, the gears in his brain working tirelessly. He feels the need nagging at him, unspoken—it was deservice to you, having never felt what a good orgasm could be like and Eddie was a pleaser, after all.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping by asking—“ You brace yourself, squeezing at the pillow tucked between your legs, “—do you want to?”

“Masturbate?” You ask with a faint laugh.

“Yeah, but—like, I could help?” 

Eddie isn’t even sure what he’s asking, but it clicks in your brain immediately.

“You don’t find that weird?”

“I literally jerk off in front of strangers for money and fuck my friends for the exact same reason.” Eddie explains, shrugging his shoulders. “Plus, everyone deserves to feel good—look, the offer is there if you want to—“

“Okay,” You answer quickly, quick enough that Eddie’s eyes widen slightly in shock, “but, maybe we can smoke a little first?”

“You don’t have to be nervous about it—“

“No, I know—I just thought it could be more fun that way.”

It was definitely the nerves, but Eddie agrees regardless.

“This is ridiculous.” You giggle, shifting between Eddie’s spread legs, bare from the waist down. “Isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” Eddie says comfortingly, rubbing at the underside of your thighs as he settles behind you, your back resting against his bare chest, “we can try a vibrator if you want—or if you feel more comfortable just using your hand—“

“Hand is fine,” You reply airily, letting his palm cover your hand without question, “if it doesn’t work we can try something else.”

“Oh, it’ll work.” Eddie replies confidently, forcing down the chuckle that rises in his chest. His mouth falls open in concentration as he pulls at your hair gently, pushing it to one side as he peers over your shoulder, “here, rest your head.”

You lean back slightly, glancing up to him briefly. His smile is warm, brimming with excitement and temptation at the idea of doing something so contrasting from your normal behavior. 

“Which feels more comfortable?” Eddie asks, switching between your two fingers—pointer and middle then middle and ring.

“Uh, the second one?” You reply hesitantly, switching between the two briefly, “Wait—yeah, definitely the second one.”

Eddie laughs again, the tingle of his high settling in.

“Okay, we’ll normally I would suggest lube but spit works just as good,” Eddie says, nodding toward your mouth slightly, “—just lick your fingers—yeah, like that.” Eddie watches with intensity as you bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking in the two fingers briefly until Eddie pulls them away, pressing them against your core. “A lot of people can’t come from just penetration so that’s why it’s important to pay attention to everything else—I don’t know how you usually do it—“

“Uh—I’ve never really,” You linger around the words, feeling silly for not allowing yourself to say it, you giggle softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper orgasm before—I know the feeling but it’s never hit me, if that makes sense?”

“You’re telling me this now?” Eddie asks with a pitched tone, eyebrows disappearing under his bangs. “God, okay—I’ll just lead you through what I usually do and let you take over when you’re comfortable.”

You nod slowly, feeling the faint press of his fingers against yours, dragging up your cunt slowly, grazing against your clit.

“I can’t believe you’ve never even came before—“ Eddie mumbles, not necessarily to you, more of an unfiltered thought, “who the hell have you been fucking?”

You sigh softly, his fingers leading yours in slow, loose circles of the tight bundle of nerves, “Doesn’t matter.” You reply carelessly, “You said you’d help, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie answers quickly, his other hand settling on the inside of your thigh, keeping them spread open, calloused fingers resting against your soft skin. He circles your clit once more, picking up the pace slightly, you jump at the motion, eyebrows knitting together. “There we go,” He coos, noticing your change in expression, “see how good that feels?”

You nod lazily, free hand circling your entrance, fingertip grazing against the opening—it’s not a new feeling, it’s just never been your own hand doing the work. The first finger dips in with hesitancy, Eddie’s pace slowing slightly at the sight, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. 

It feels lackluster and the angle sucks, your fingers not filling you out as well as you thought they would, you curl them desperately, sneaking in another finger in hopes that it might help, but it’s nothing but frustration on your end.

“Hey, hey—“ Eddie interrupts, noticing the stress of your lip pulled between your teeth, “let me do it, you focus on the other half, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, his guiding hand leaving you suddenly. He slips his rings off his fingers wordlessly, dropping them in his bedside table, the clang defeaning in the silence of his room. 

“I’ll keep it slow,” Eddie tells you, “just communicate what you need.”

With another nod, his first finger breaches you slowly, the stretch different from your own fingers—wider, larger, more filling than your own. “Oh,” It slips out involuntarily, hand shooting over your mouth at the sound, “—sorry, I’m not trying to make it weird—that just feels so—“

“Good?” Eddie asks with a laugh, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he grins, “It’s fine—make all the noises you want, I wasn’t really holding back earlier either.”

“Okay.” You reply quietly, your fingers dragging over your clit testingly, fingers slick with saliva, creating an intense, breathtaking sensation as you fall into an easy pace, Eddie’s fingers matching that rhythm.

The sound of your own wetness as Eddie’s fingers move within you is enough to make your body go hot with need and embarrassment, feeling his finger curls against the soft, sponge nub inside of you.

“You hear that?” Eddie teases, “That’s all you.” His finger crooks again, pulling a broken whine from your throat, body curling forward slightly at the sensation. “There she is.”

You laugh softly at his choice of words, feeling less intimidated that Eddie could make light of such a situation, having just as much fun as you were. 

“Another one,” You tell him steadily, stopping momentarily to watch him push another finger inside, free hand resting against the curve of his wrist, feeling every movement as he worked his fingers inside of you, “fuck—that’s really nice.”

He smiles into the side of your head, face buried in your hair.

Your fingers pick up quickly, rubbing harsh and intense alongside his relentless fingers, pistoning inside of you with  an objective, determined—Eddie couldn’t live with himself if he let you leave empty handed.

“Shit—okay, I feel it.” You tell him honestly and he feels it as you clench around his fingers, your breath picking up quickly, soft moans becoming more and more desperate and Eddie could feel himself being drunk on the sound. Eddie hears the sharp whine from the of your impending orgasm, his fingers pulling away quickly to spread your thighs open wider, having flagged slightly from your desperate movements, hips searching for relief. 

“Keep going,” He encourages, gentle squeezes into the underside of your knee as he holds you open, “I know you can.”

And you’re not sure why his words help, but they do.

You gasp sharply, fingers swiping over your clit in desperate circles as you come, an intense sensation the rushes throughout your entire body, moaning wantonly through the euphoria. Eddie’s hand slips under your chin, pulling your face up to look at him—you can barely keep your eyes open, but he’s staring at you intensely, nodding and speaking unintelligible words that you’re thankful you can’t hear, knowing it would wreck you even further. It feels like you’re underwater, fingers finally slowing as Eddie releases you, hips aching at the relief of it.

“Holy fuck,” You curse, falling back against Eddie in exhaustion, throwing you both into a fit of unexpected giggles, “that’s—oh my god—“

“Sweetheart, that’s nothing.” Eddie assures you, devilish grin overcoming his features. 

“You have to show me more.” You practically beg, face lightening up in joy, “Seriously.”

Eddie’s never agreed to something faster.

From that point on, it’s a dangerous game that you and Eddie fall into without any fear of how easily they could damage your friendship—but that’s where the trust in each other lies, you’ve never been more open and comfortable with someone than Eddie, aside from Steve—but those were completely different situations.

And what starts as innocent lessons in sex and teaching you what and how things should feel, according to Eddie’s expansive experience, quickly turns into mindless and self indulgent pleasure—and no one’s ever gone down on you until Eddie. Ever.

It quickly turns into one of his favorite things—and after his bad days and streams that put him into a bad mood, he’ll bury himself between your legs and devour you until you’re panting his name, gripping his sheets so hard they might rip. 

Eddie initially thinks you’ll be disgusted by the idea of him being with other people from time to time, but it never really crosses your mind as odd—you normally sit in on his sessions now, when you’re not busy doing your own thing, but you usually opt out of watching his streams with others—even when explicitly invited, not that any of his friends cared.

Steve jokes about it once and you can’t believe it.

“It was only a matter of time,” Steve tells you both, having sensed the change in energy weeks ago, but only bringing the knowledge to your attention now. You and Eddie were still very much friends, just with the extra benefits, “—hey, the audience is always talking about how we should add a third—“

“Absolutely not.” You reply quickly, drowning out Eddie’s similar protests. “I’d rather watch you two fuck each other, and that’s already enough to melt my brain.”

“Hey, you gotta give Steve some credit,” Eddie defends playfully, “he’s a great bottom.”

You snort loudly, watching the betrayal cross Steve’s face.

“And you’re a selfish top.” Steve snarls back, kicking his feet up on the table.

You suddenly remember Eddie’s similar answer to the idea of a threesome, curious of why he agreed so quickly.

“Wait—why did you say no?” You ask.

“I didn’t think you’d want to be on camera.” Eddie replies—it’s a logical answer, but not nearly in the realm of being correct. You could care less, it was just a lack of opportunity and genuine want to do it—if served the right circumstance, you might—but a threesome with those two, it sounded like your worst nightmare. “Plus, you treat Steve’s dick like it’s a disease so I used context clues.”

That and he really didn’t feel like sharing. 

“Steve never told you, did he?” You ask with a weak laughs, glancing over toward Steve. “He doesn’t know?”

Steve shrugs, earning a pillow to the face from you.

“What?” Eddie presses.

“I was Steve’s gay awakening.” You admit, “It was literally that bad.”

It did stunt your sex drive for a while, but you didn’t blame Steve—you had enough problems to work through, but Eddie had been a big help to change that. 

“Hey, I love you, though.” Steve tells you earnestly, meaning every word. “I’m glad it was you rather than some horrible interaction with someone I barely knew.”

“And look at me now,” You arms thrown up dramatically, “I’m literally surrounded by sex, everyday—it’s really is my destiny, I think.”

It’s a horrible joke, but it was your current reality. You yank Eddie into the privacy of your room soon after, falling onto his lap with ease, feeling the hard outline of his cock through his thin pajamas pants, earning a subtle eyebrow raise from you.

“Sorry,” He apologizes, “I didn’t stream today and we’ve been around each other, I can’t help it.”

You smile at his raw honesty, grinding down against him pointedly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He teases, gripping tightly at your hips.

You two still hadn’t crossed the threshold of sex just yet—you hadn’t even had his dick in your mouth, but you’ve seen it plenty of times thus far, just never in the context of when he was doing things with you, the pleasure being so focused on you that he never even took the time to care for himself, besides, he was getting enough fulfillment in the acts he did for money—at least that’s what you always assumed. So, when he finally asks you that question, you’re not sure how to respond.

“You,” You shove a gentle finger at his chest, before turning to point to yourself, “want me, to have sex with you—on your stream?”

Eddie nods with assurance, the fingers gripping your thigh digging in slightly, grinding you against him teasingly.

“Why?”

It wasn’t a simple question, or even a simple answer, but Eddie tried to explain his reasoning as best he could. 

“People get tired of the same thing,” Eddie says, “not that I’m trying to use your for content, it’s like when I do stuff with Steve, a lot it’s just for fun with a little technicality mixed in—we obviously plan some stuff out but for the most part it’s just improv.”

“Yeah—but we don’t do that stuff,” You say pointedly, “are you trying to suggest that the first time you want to fuck me is on camera?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” Eddie tells you, you stop his movements with a hand on his chest, eyeing him down, “we could play it up, obviously.”

You make a face, feeling slightly confused. 

Eddie laughs, taking a moment to find the best way to express what he’s trying to say. “Like, we do scenarios sometimes—so since it’s your first time, maybe—“

“You want people to think I’m a virgin.” You deduce.

“Yeah—I mean, they won’t know, but people love that shit.”

“And what am I getting out of this?” You ask timidly, other than the idea of mind-blowing sex with your bestfriend—you had no doubt Eddie was capable of whatever he needed to do to make it all worth watching and taking part in.

“Half profit of whatever we make,” Eddie says, “and, I’ll take you that really nice place over on the west end that you’ve been talking about.”

“But, the place costs a fortune.” You protest but Eddie shakes his head vehemently. “Are you sure?”

“I actually expected you to say no,” Eddie laughs, “was that all it took?”

You shrug indifferently, “I’m easy to please—besides, I’m curious.”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it.” Eddie smirks salaciously, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you down over him, burying his face into the front of your chest, forcing a squeaky laugh from your chest. 

“You can stop fidgeting.” Eddie laughs, throwing a few random items on his bed; some lube, a condom, and a small piece of fabric that you can only assume is a mask. You grab it, holding it up without question. “Oh—for anonymity, if you want.”

“I don’t care,” You reply, tossing the material to the side, your fingers sift over the other items, grabbing the foil package, “—we talked about this, Eddie.”

“I have multiple partners in a month,” Eddie says, “I don’t want you feeling like your health might be compromised—“

“You get tested every two weeks, don’t you?” You ask, trying to reaffirm what he’d told you days earlier. “And I’m on birth control—Eddie, I thought we figured this out.”

Eddie leans his hands against the mattress, shoulders flexing with the movement as his necklace jostles against his chest.

He sighs deeply, “I know—but when the camera goes on I can’t really switch out of it until after, and even that takes a minute, I just want you to feel comfortable.”

Your finger loops into the chain of his necklace, pulling close enough that your noses touch, his hands scrambling to hold himself up. 

“I can handle it.” You tell him steadily, eyes locked on his own.

He nods, swallowing audibly. “Uh—well, consider this me apologizing in advance for anything I say.”

You laugh softly, “I think I can handle it.”

And it was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

When the camera turns out, Eddie switches into it easily, your gaze downtrodden and avoiding the lens, terrified to make eye contact with any of the messages in his chat. Eddie’s already naked for the most part, sans his loose sweatpants that weren’t leaving much to imagination, his cock swaying freely beneath the fabric. He leans into the camera, the viewers flooding in by the masses. 

“I know, I know,” Eddie soothes the viewers, “you’re probably wondering what’s going on—I’ll explain, but my friend here, she’s a little shy.”

He reaches behind himself, rubbing a comforting hand along your thigh, eyes connecting for a brief moment.

“She’s never been on camera before,” He smiles, glancing back at the screen, “but she’s also never been fucked before.”

There’s a flurry of messages that even Eddie can’t keep up with, “Crazy, right? And she’s bestowed that honor upon me to rectify that situation—and you all get to be a part of it.”

He’s eating it up, you can tell, taking a moment to turn away from the camera to laugh quietly, trying your best to keep it together. 

“So, be nice,” He warns, “and make sure to leave some very kind words and tips on her behalf.”

There’s a moment where he cuts his camera off, transitioning it to a brief pause screen, giving him the chance to move around the room freely, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. His fingers tip under your chin, eyes softening at the sight of him. 

“You ready?” He asks softly.

“Mhmm.” You hum, offering him a shy smile.

Kissing Eddie isn’t as weird as you anticipate it to be—it’s lips against lips, wet and sloppy, but it’s still better than anything you’ve experienced so far. Eddie kisses with enthusiasm and wandering hands—the screen switches over out of the corner of your eyes before you realize that Eddie’s holding a small remote in his hand, likely to control the different cameras he had set up, before placing it on the blanket beside you both, hidden from view.

Eddie pulls back slightly, letting you chase his lips eagerly. He leans back further, just out of reach, before dragging the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, letting out a deep chuckle. 

“Look at her,” He speaks to the audience, “so fuckin’ needy.”

And you get it now—he was enticing to watch, off camera and on, but being a willing participant to it, it was the type of thrill you never imagined being able to feel. 

“Want that pretty mouth around my cock,” He admits, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, “what do you think, sweetheart?”

“Please,” You speak softly, feigning a sort of innocence that Eddie knew was mostly for show, but it still sent a twinge of pleasure straight to his dick, “can I?”

Your hand reaches up tentatively, rubbing his hardened cock over his pants, not entirely new to you, but knowing that things would escalate from here had a surge of confidence running through your body. 

His hands squeeze at your jaw, forcing your mouth open slightly. “I’m not sure if you can fit all of it, but we’ll try.” He comments, earning a subtle eye roll from you. He reaches his hands under his sweatpants, shifting them down far enough that he can pull his dick out, the waistband settled snug under the curve of his ass, his hand palming at himself sparingly. “Open.” He instructs, guiding you up by your jaw onto your knees until your ass is resting on your calves, legs spread wide for show, your hands settling on his upper thighs from where he’s towering over you on his own knees.

Dick’s aren’t supposed to be pretty—they weren’t usually and you’ve seen your fair share, but there was something about Eddie’s. It could’ve been the contrasting black ink of the tattoo etched into the skin right about his groin, highlighting his assets in an unconventional way, or just the confidence that oozed from him in sexual situations. Either way, your eyes were drawn to his cock, his thumb rubbing over the slit at the tip of his dick, milky drop of precome smearing over his fingers, shining in the overexposure of his lights.

“Wider,” He instructs, your tongue lolling out slightly, “good girl.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the word and Eddie realizes he might’ve hit the motherload, shoving that away for later. 

He taps the tip against your tongue, ruddy and wet, pulling at the length of his shaft slowly. “Lick it, sweetheart.” He smiles, “Get it real wet.”

Your tongue drags along the underside testingly, circling his tip with hesitancy. You’ve given enough blowjobs to know the basics, but it’s never felt so magnified, knowing so many people were watching. And Eddie’s not sure what to expect either, but he’s more than hopeful. 

Your mouth waters at the prospect, gathering enough saliva to spit out over his dick before your hand comes up to replace his own, spreading it all the way down. Eddie curses, arms outstretched lazily as he watches, keeping himself together well despite how insanely turned on he was. For a brief moment he thinks that this is a terrible idea, not sure how well he could keep himself together.

“Fuck, let’s see how deep we can go, okay?” He suggest, his dick breaching your parted lips, pushing into your mouth slowly, you breathe deeply through your nose, letting him push as deep as he wants—he’s budging against the back of your throat and there’s nothing, which surprises you—you feel like you should gag, but the actual feeling never happens. It’s a surprise to you both, your eyes widening in disbelief. 

“Holy shit.” It’s an honest statement, you can hear it in his tone. “That’s right, sweetheart—love seeing you take my cock so well.” And maybe that is too, but you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Eddie pulls out slowly before plunging back in with a similar intensity, using your mouth for his own selfish need and feeding of your reactions, soft gasps for air, eyes tearing up as he picks up the pace, pulling back suddenly with your head grasped in his hands, one hand tucked snug under your chin while the other holds your hair back, gripped tightly in his fingers. 

His breath is just as baited, staring down at your red, irritated lips—having been stretched uncomfortably and shiny with spit.

He pulls at you roughly, maneuvering you onto your knees until he could reach your face, pressing his lips to yours hungrily and using it as an opportunity to whisper to you quietly. 

“You didn’t tell me you don’t have a gag reflex.” He says in a hushed tone, sounding slightly upset.

“I didn’t—I didn’t know, I swear.” You say defensively, his mouth sliding against yours in an effort to mask the conversation. “Eddie, I’m not lying.”

“No more surprises, please.” He begs with a soft laugh.

You nod slowly in understanding, letting Eddie avert the situation by asking a redundant question.

“Yeah? You want to give them a little show?” He asks with a sneaky smile, glancing over to the camera.

The tips had started flowing in instantly and Eddie hadn’t bothered to even look at any of it, too focused on the task at hand. 

Eddie shifts on the bed until he’s positioned behind you, hands resting low on your waist—you’d put on some gaudy, expensive lingerie that Eddie had bought you for this particular occasion. It was white, intricate lace with sheer material doing nothing to cover you up—it was perfect for the situation but so far from your own taste, but for Eddie you swallowed that pride. It made up for it with the grin that covered his face when you walked out of his bathroom earlier that night.

Your face sucks away from the camera, eyeing Eddie’s hand as it flattens out over your stomach, dragging along the skin delicately. “Do you need help?” He asks sweetly, peering over your shoulder and up to the camera. You nod slightly, letting his hands roam the full expanse of your body, over your breasts, down your stomach again and cupping your cunt in the fullness of his hand, his fingers grazing against the obvious wetness that had pooled there—he wasn’t sure how well this was working at first, but that small bit of evidence affirms it for him. He grips slightly, fingers digging into the fabric near your entrance. 

“Fuck,” He curses, the feeling causing you to gasp involuntarily, mouth dropping open in response, “are you gonna let me play with this pretty little pussy for everyone watching?” 

You nod dumbly, rocking into his grip subtly. 

“I’m not even sure you can’t take my fingers, sweetheart.” He lies, pushing the fabric with his fingers over your hole, your ass nudges against his still uncovered cock and he bites back a quiet groan, and you can assume that definitely isn’t for the camera. “Let’s take this off,” He suggests, fingers dragging along the curve of your breast, “show off those beautiful tits to everyone.”

Eddie pops the clasp easily, dragging the straps over your shoulders slowly until there’s nothing left for the material to snag into, falling from your chest and to the floor, round tits and soft buds that are squeezed between Eddie’s grip showing my, kneading the flesh until you’re keening into his touch, head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers pull at your nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers.

He can see the chat going wild, more and more generous donations flowing in by the second, he leans over to whisper into your ear, hands still working diligently.

“See?” Eddie points out, “They can’t get enough of it.”

You nod subtly, letting his hands drop for your breasts to slip into the front of your lace panties, fingers stretching against the fabric. 

“You’re not so innocent, are you?” He asks teasingly. “Do you want to play with yourself while everyone watches?”

Again, you nod, letting Eddie manhandle you down gently toward the bed, a similar position to the first time he guided you to an orgasm. 

“She’s pretty naughty, isn’t she?” He asks and it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to his viewers rather than you. He pushes the thin fabric down your legs, dropping it to the floor lazily. “And naughty girls like the attention, don’t they?”

He glares down at you, his hands spreading over the inside of your thighs to hold you open, cunt on bare display for thousands to see. 

“Show them how you touch yourself,” He instructed, “—how badly that pussy of yours is begging to be filled.”

Your fingers tease lightly, drifting over your clit with a severe lack of attention, two fingers dipping inside of you with ease. 

You were rushing it on purpose, hoping Eddie would take over and make it all a little less embarrassing. He does, taking the opportunity to make a sly comment.

“Someone’s a little eager.” He laughs, chest rumbling at the motion. 

“It’s not enough,” You pout dramatically, peering up at him with soft, half-lidded eyes. Eddie didn’t expect you to play your part so easily and so well, breaking his persona for half a second as he stared back at you, nodding deftly. “Can I have your fingers, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” He smiles softly, swatting your hand away gently to replace it, his larger hands able to cover more area, joining in with the other as he wastes little time, a large finger pressing inside as he circles your clit. 

It’s the first genuine, unrestrained reaction you give all night—hands grasping at his forearms desperately, gasping sharply at the overwhelming pace he sets.

“We have to be sure I can fit, baby.” He coos and you feel your heart skip at the word, having never heard it fall from his lips until just now—it was addicting. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Eddie waits until you’re a moaning mess, hair mused over your face and cheeks hot from the action of bringing you to the brink so many times, cutting you just short of a glorious orgasm—he was holding it off for the finale, his dick straining just as hard from where it was tucked snug between you. 

When the time finally does come, Eddie’s positioned you over his lap from where he’s resting on his heels, the stretch of his larger thighs enough to seat you comfortably. He’s got a loose hand around his cock, rubbing it against your core teasingly, sparing a few looks in your direction as his eyebrows pull together in concentration. 

“First cock inside you and you’re letting me go in raw,” Eddie comments idly, more for the viewers sake than your own, “I’m honored, sweetheart.”

“Want it so bad, Eddie.” You plead, “I want you to be my first.”

Eddie very nearly breaks at that, turning his face to cover his full-faced laugh, and you’re feeling a little slighted at how easy it was for him to break with how hard you were trying to play up the idea that he initially came to you with—there were a million other creative directions he could’ve taken it but that was what he chose. You pinch him in the side briefly, controlling his facial expressions and focus back to something more appropriate.

You cant your hips up, the wetness of your cunt gliding over his dick until it clips your entrance, sinking down over him slowly with no warning. You gasp involuntarily—the stretch is real, nothing painful or out of the norm, but it’s been a while and you can’t deny the sting at being filled, satiating that urge you didn’t know you had. Eddie groans out brokenly, looking as wrecked as possible in the moment as he watches his dick disappear into you slowly, using the hold and momentum he had on you to force you to wait, moving his hips in small thrusts until you adjusted to his girth and size. 

For a brief moment, you forget what all of this is actually for.

Eddie lifts you slightly, watching your face contorted in pleasure, the warmth of your inner walls like a vice around him.

“Oh fuck,” He comments through a huffed breath, “squeezing my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“It’s so big,” You reply breathlessly, “you’re so—“

Eddie shushes you, the hand that’s not wrapped firmly around your waist rising to brush your hair away from your face, giving the watchers a clear view of your expression, eyes locked on the place where you two were joined together so intimately.

You expected it all to feel weird—and maybe the acting was a bit much, considering Eddie wasn’t nearly as raunchy outside of this, but you’ve never felt more comfortable with someone, and if you were to do something so risky with anyone in front of a mountain of people, you were glad it was him.

And you feel that ache deep in the pit of your stomach, the primal need for release, aiding Eddie in his movements to fuck yourself back against his dick, leaving him no choice but to let you take over—his legs give out and he’s scrambling until he’s seated on his ass, giving over full control to you as you rode him with fervor, hips bouncing eagerly on his cock until he’s nothing but an incoherent mess of praises. He’s never folded underneath someone so quick, distracted by his own building orgasm, the pressure building at the base of his dick.

“Fuck—I’m gonna come.” You warn, pressing your palms against his chest desperately, your movements less concise.

“You know the rule,” Eddie breathes out, voice shot, “ask nicely, sweetheart.”

You nod desperately, head thrown back in ecstasy as your mouth falls open on a soundless gasp. “Can I come? Please—need to come, fuck, I can’t—“

“Can I touch you?” Eddie whispers intimately, earning a subtle nod in return, forgetting everything but the desperation you felt. Eddie’s fingers only manage a few short, quick circles before you’re clenching down on him, coming with a strained moan as you ride out through the intensity of it—Eddie’s holding off, hand gripped tightly at the base.

“Fuck, good girl,” He says softly, “—can feel you dripping down my cock.”

You nod lazily, feeling Eddie tap at your thigh in an effort for you to move. You switch positions quickly, his face scrunched up in concentration as he kneeled over you, tapping at your face until your mouth fell open. It wasn’t something you initially discussed beforehand, figuring that he would probably just finish inside of you, knowing that’s what people really wanted.

But he couldn’t help himself, because it was what he wanted at that moment, his eyes pleading as you nodded in agreement. He rested the tip of his dick against your tongue as he tugged furiously, using his other hand to hold your mouth in waiting as he groaned loudly, coming over your tongue in long, forceful spurts, his eyes falling shut from the force that it hits him, jaw slack. He rubs tenderly at the joint of your own jaw, tugging at his dick until the feeling finally fades, the ache in his stomach slowly dissipating. You make a show of closing your mouth, swallowing the mouthful of come that sat on your tongue, finger dragging at the corner of your mouth where a small amount had started to dribble out, sucking unnecessarily on the finger until Eddie can’t help but look away, feeling oddly shy considering the situation.

Eddie finishes out the stream in his normal fashion, pulling his sweatpants over his waist lazily as you disappear offscreen after Eddie lands another open-mouthed kiss on you, tasting his own come as your tongue sneaks into his mouth without warning, chuckling softly at your antics.

Eddie discloses that he wouldn’t be doing any private shows afterwards, mostly because he was exhausted—but he also just didn’t feel like it, which was entirely normal for him, but he knew that aftercare was important. It happened with Steve occasionally, after a few rougher scenarios, and he couldn’t imagine leaving you alone after something like this. It also dawns on him that he really just wants to spend time with you. 

Once everything is finished up, he peeks into the bathroom as you’re stepping out of his shower, towel wrapped tightly around your body, wet hair dripping on his tile floor. 

“How was I?” You ask with a lilt to your voice, fishing for compliments—even though you knew you didn’t need to.

Eddie smiles warmly, coming up behind you, staring over your shoulder into the mirror—it was contagious, forcing you to smile too. 

“You’re a natural.” He says honestly, his hand winding around your front to tip up under your chin, head tilted slightly to look at him from a more comfortable angle. “But, I never want to do that again.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Eddie interrupts quickly.

“I can’t hold it together with you like I can with others.” He admits, “I can disconnect from it, but you—it’s so hard.”

“Eddie,” You say softly, “are you trying to say that you have a crush on me?”

Eddie doesn’t answer, letting you go almost immediately, not willing to deal with your teasing so openly. 

“You do,” You call after him, “—I want to hear you say it.”

“It doesn’t—“

You follow after him in nothing but your towel, shoving him against his bed weakly, his knees hit the edge and force him to sit. 

“Say it.” You push, forcing your knee between his outstretched legs. “Or I’m not testing out my severe lack of gag reflex on you ever again.”

“Hey, that’s uncalled for.” Eddie protests petulantly, avoiding the teasing finger you point his way, his hand shoving yours away gently. “Fuck—fine, I like you. Why does it matter?”

“Because we could have been fucking this entire time. I thought I was just your little passion project—“ You tell him, laughing at the thought, “not that I cared—but I just figured you wanted to stay friends, that’s why I never crossed that line until you asked me.”

“You’re unbelievable.” He sighs, pulling at the underside of your thighs until you’re seated carefully in his lap, not caring that the water was probably soaking his cotton sweatpants.

“Are you forgetting who our mutual friend is?” You ask, “I’m not that bad, Eddie.”

“Close enough.” He smiles, earning a soft hand to the side of his face as you shoved him away and hopped off his lap, trodding away toward the bathroom again. 

Eddie was enamored, with good reasoning, and he couldn’t help himself. He’s never done relationships or even half-assed sexual centric friendships, it was all very new to him. Still, he couldn’t help but want everything you had to offer and give everything he had in return. 

There’s a few pings from the bathroom, your phone nearly vibrating off the counter.

“Hey,” Your voice carries, earning a soft “Huh?” in response.

“You should probably call Steve—I didn’t really tell him we were doing this.” You say quickly, hoping that Eddie could be the one to break the news. “He’s probably losing his shit.”

And surely enough, the rest of the night was spent shoved together on the couch of your apartment, listening to Steve ramble on about how betrayed he felt.

“A word of warning would’ve been nice—I’m just trying to support a friend and then I see one best friend fucking my other best friend—I can’t unsee that.”

“So you watched the whole thing?” Eddie asks with a chuckle he can’t force down, glancing over at your horrified expression.

Steve shrugs, “Yeah—it wasn’t horrible.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You retort, “You’re just jealous that people liked me more than you.”

“Not even close.” Steve lies horribly.

Eddie watches you two with amusement, head switching back and forth between your endless banter.

“Well, it’s not happening again so you have nothing to worry about—people still love you.” Eddie defends, earning a supportive nod from you.

Steve smirks, “Yeah—that’s what they all say.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Steve shrugs without answering—he knew you both well enough, and despite Eddie’s protest about keeping real connections offline, it was a damn good marketing idea.

“I give her three months,” Steve says, elbowing Eddie in the rib, “You—one, maybe two.”

It didn’t matter what you two thought—Steve knew there was some truth to it and it was only a matter of time.

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42 Hours

Content: an enemies to lovers au in which Harry and Y/N are forced into a cross country road trip to make it to their best friends’ wedding on time

Warnings: language, mentions of nsfw content

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word Count: 20k 

A/N: I actually cannot believe that this is finally being posted over almost a month of working on it!! originally, I was going to make this one long stand alone fic, but once I hit 35k with no end in sight, I decided to split it into two parts so that it would be easier to read for you guys.  I’m hoping to have part 2 posted within a week, so keep an eye out for it!! this fic was partially inspired by this post by @avhrodite​ (thank you miss bailey!!) and can I just say that I had so much fun writing it!! I love road trips!! it makes me so sad that I had to split this fic because there are so many fun music scenes in the next part but those will all come in due time!! I would also like to give a big thank you to miss andrea @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy​ and miss alex @darthstyles​ for putting up with me bouncing ideas off of them and for proof reading for me!! and miss andrea again for editing this stunning header pic!! also everyone I tagged is a wonderful writer and if you’re looking for more to read after reading this then I HIGHLY suggest taking a look through their masterlists. and as always, if you like this fic, please like and reblog it!! and shoot me a message!! feedback is always appreciated, not just by me, but by all content creators <3

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also!! if you want to set the mood for a road trip with Harry, here is a link to the playlist that is mentioned and referenced in this fic!!

When she was a little girl, Y/N’s grandmother had told her about Murphy’s Law.  Grandma Sarah’s favourite activity was staring at her granddaughter over the kitchen counter, a knife in one hand and half an onion that she’d been cutting in the other, spouting various wisdoms at the young girl, who would often be sitting and peeling vegetables for her.  The old lady had hoped that, after being lectured enough times on life’s difficulties, Y/N might be able to avoid making the same mistakes that she had made in her own time.  She always had a list of advice that she’d cycle through, as if she were a record on a loop.

“Always look both ways before crossing the street.  Your great uncle Albert didn’t, and he never regained full function of his left hand.”

“Beauty fades, but there’s no shelf life on your mind.”

“The grass is always greener on the other side, so stop staring at it, and focus on taking care of your own lawn.”

All of the advice was, by any accounts, useful for anyone to know, especially a young girl.  Of course, sometimes the advice would get a little scrambled after Grandma Sarah had had a few glasses of wine, but even her tipsy thoughts were useful to Y/N in her later years.  To this day, Y/N still sets a glass of water on her nightstand before going out to a bar, and her hungover self is always grateful the next morning.  And Y/N had yet to find anything that smelled as sweet as a vanilla dabbed behind her ears and on her wrists when she runs out of perfume.  However, perhaps the most important piece of advice Grandma Sarah ever gave her came one afternoon when Y/N was eleven years old, and her older cousin Grace was due to get married the next week.

Grandma Sarah had cracked egg after egg into her mixing bowl, always without getting any unwanted pieces of shell in the egg whites, and gave her granddaughter a long look across the kitchen counter.

“When you get married, Y/N,” She had said, voice firm. “Remember Murphy’s Law.  Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and at the worst possible moment.  When Murphy’s Law comes into play, there’s nothing you can do except roll with the punches.”

Eleven year old Y/N had nodded her head seriously, as she always did when her grandmother told her seemingly important things.  The advice, despite its usefulness, however, didn’t stick around in her head, and Murphy’s Law didn’t cross Y/N’s mind for fourteen years.

It takes fourteen years for Y/N, who is standing in front of a flight check-in at LAX, two large suitcases next to her, one of which contains two gold wedding bands, passport in hand, and a distressed look on her face, to remember the law her grandmother had once told her about.

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Absolutely obsessed with your writing. Do you have plans on doing something he fucks her ass🥺

Honestly no, I don’t think I will be writing more. I’m curious tho, do you mean in the Slave Harry AU or just a random oneshot scenario?

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Can you write something about Harry sick at Christmas and he calls his sister's bff (YN) crying because his family isn't in the US for the holidays and he's alone and been sick all night and wants someone with him especially at Christmas and she comes over but doesn't know that he's had a crush on her for years (and vice versa)?

Slightly offended if you ever thought I wouldn’t write something that had the potential to be so damn fluffy… I changed it a teeny bit, and please don’t hate me for the ending *hides*

Accidentally In Love

Pt. 2

(Yes after that Counting Crows song from Shrek 2)

A low groan leaves your mouth as you struggle to push the front door of your apartment open. You’re juggling the multiple grocery bags you carry from last-minute shopping before everything closes up for Christmas tomorrow, and making a strong attempt to not drop any of it. You kick off your boots and begin shuffling across the floor towards your kitchen counter which luckily is nearby and just as you’re about to set the bags down—your cell phone starts ringing loudly from your jacket pocket; causing you to jump slightly, but enough to drop a couple of the bags. 

With a much louder groan, you dig your phone out to see the picture of your best friend’s brother smiling widely as he has his arm wrapped around you after he’d just finished messing up your hair; light up the screen. Which leaves you to be no less than confused by it, and even a little panicked as to why he is calling you on Christmas Eve. 

“Harry?” You ask into the phone as soon as you answer it; feeling your heart drop into the pit of the stomach when he doesn’t respond right away and only a few sniffles can be heard from his end of the call. “Oh my god, did something happen? Is everyone ok? Is it Gemma? Your mum?”

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bang a gong.

summary: you’re tired of being a virgin, and when you meet harry at a bar, he’s more than happy to help you out.

warnings: literally all porn, very little plot. fingering, m+f receiving oral, dom!harry

word count: 11.1k

listen to while reading: bang a gong (get it on) by t. rex

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(Here you will find my own Harry Styles one shots fanfictions. I write Smut, Sicfics, & Fluff with occasional Angst. I also write my fics with either boyfriend Harry, husband Harry, dad Harry, and occasional friend/acquaintance or single dad when specifically requested. I dislike Dark Harry in fanfics so keep in mind, in all of my writings Harry is Soft. Basically how his personality is in real life. Caring for others & extra nice to everyone. I WILL NOT WRITE ANY BDSM OR REALLY KINKY SITUATIONS. And there may be some errors in parts of the stories. I'm sorry. I do proof read, but I'm a recovering dyslexic & have had a reading disability when I was in school. I've gotten much better though. Lastly I will say, I love when fanfics have a lot of details in them, so be expecting very detailed stories.) (I will take request so please send them to me. Thank you, & I hope you enjoy.)

(Most if not all of my fanfics are first posted to my Wattpad as well. My Wattpad is @ watermelonlovershigh)

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+50 One Shots so enjoy binge reading

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-Last Updated: (11/22/2021)

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Harry-x-Reader-x-Alex. IT'S A (AU) HARRY SERIES ABOUT HIM BEING IN A POLYAMORY RELATIONSHIP. GO CHECK IT OUT!!!)

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SMUT:

Boyfriend Harry-

Harry Makes You Come During a Movie (SMUT) (edited)

(in which you shove Harry’s hand down your panties to make you orgasm)

You Ride Harry’s Dick While Watching a Movie with his Bandmates (SMUT)

(You feel horny and Harry is the only one who can help you out)

Losing Your Virginity to Harry (SMUT)

(Harry does everything slow and filled with love to make the process as painless as possible.

Drunk Thigh Riding (SMUT)

(When drunk, you get horny but you're in public & actual sex would be taken advantage of you in your state, Harry allows you to thigh ride your throbbing pussy instead)

You Puke While Giving Him a Blowjob (SMUT)

(Normally you're great at blowjobs but tonight was a fluke incident)

Harry Teaches You How to Masturbate & You Come for the First Time (SMUT)

(You're very inexperienced but suddenly feel horny and don't understand what's going on, so Harry helps your little problem)

Your Favorite Sex Position with Harry (SMUT)

(3 scenarios of how you and Harry enjoy your favorite sex position)

How Harry Uses Vibrators on You (SMUT)

(Scenario situations of how, when, and where, Harry uses vibrators on you. Includes photos for visuals)

Very Intimate Thigh Riding (SMUT)

(After a night of love making, you wake up & straddle a sleeping Harry's thigh to masturbate while he wakes & jerks his cock off, ending in both of you having intense orgasms)

Grinding on Harry's Hand (pussy cupping)(SMUT)

(In a spooning position, LHH Harry cups your pussy while rocking his hips into and both of your come)

Face Sitting (SMUT)

(You sit on Harry's face while he eats you out for the first time)

Mutual Masturbation in the Shower (SMUT)

(A innocent shower together turns steamy when you rub Harry's dick head on your clit & you both orgasm together)

His Cum Makes You Throw Up (SMUT/SICFIC)

(Wanting to taste Harrys cum for the first time didn't go so well)

Steamy Shower Sex (SMUT)

(Waking up in a bed alone, you find Harry in the shower and surprise him by joining him and end up having shower sex)

Cock Warming in Harry's Home Office (SMUT With FLUFF)

(When you wake up alone and feeling empty, you walk to Harry's home office and he allows you to cock warm in his lap. Leading to you falling asleep and Harry having to carry you back to bed with him, still attached to his cock.)

Cock Warming During a Winter Thunder Storm (SMUT With FLUFF) (blurb ---- >> * )

(You get scared and cold from a winter thunder storm and end up cock warming with Harry to help you relax and fall back asleep.)

Harry Gives You The Best Head Of Your Life (SMUT)

(After denying Harry time and time again, you finally allow him to eat your pussy and it becomes the best head you've ever had before.)

A Hairy Blowjob (SMUT)

(After a date with Harry, you come back to his place and end up giving him a blowjob even though he get embarrassed about having pubic hair.)

Fever Cock Warming (Barely SMUT/FLUFF)

(You wake up freezing and want to cock warm with Harry but he realizes you have a fever and makes you take medicine first.)

Husband Harry-

Shower Head Orgasm & Making Love in the Bathtub (SMUT)

(A stressful day at work is made better by your husband Harry)

How Harry Would Make Love to You (SMUT) pt. 1

(Very detailed description on you and your husbands love making)

How Harry Takes Care of You After Making Love to You (SMUT) pt. 2

(After good intense love making, Harry is there to take care of you)

Intimate & Slow Hot Tub Sex (SMUT)

(You ride Harry's cock in the hot tub, with your bodies pressed together tightly, feeling the love from one another)

Dry Sex (SMUT)

(Wanting to try something new sexually, you recommend dry sex)

You Get Tired During Sex & Harry Has to Take Over (SMUT)

(You ride Harrys cock while he does his nightly reading, but get too tired & Harry has to give in and take over)

Emotionally Horny (SMUT)

(Struggling to masturbate at 4 am due to your pregnant belly, Harry wakes up and helps by using a vibrator on you)

Intimate Skin to Skin Sex w/ Pillow Humping (+ aftercare) (SMUT)

(Laying naked on your stomach, Harry lays on top of you and fucks you while playing with your breast and you grind on a pillow. Then he helps you go to the toilet & tends to your raw pussy with some ointment cream)

Edging Gone Wrong (smut)

(What was supposed to be some harmless edging with vibrating panties, soon turns into public embarrassment when Harry doesn't turn them off & you come in front of everyone at the restaurant)

Early Morning Pussy Eating (SMUT)

(Harry wakes you up by eating your pussy with his experienced tongue)

Harry Gets Caught Masturbating in the Shower (SMUT) (sub!harry)

(You catch Harry using the shower head on his cock and fingering himself in the shower and decide to help him out.)

Giving Harry a Pre-Concert Blowjob (SMUT) {HSLOT}

(Harry is nervous for his first concert of the new tour and to calm his nerves down, you give him a quick blowjob in the dressing rooms bathroom.)

Insecure About Your Sex Life (SMUT)

(When your friends talk about their sex lives and question yours, you get insecure by thinking that Harry doesn't like the type of sex you share together.)

Morning Mutual Masturbation (SMUT)

(You wake up jerking Harry's cock off and because Harry can't allow you to not be pleasured as well, he reaches over and pleasures you at the same time you pleasure him.)

Late Night Lazy Blowjob (SMUT)

(While watching a movie late at night on the couch, you decide to give Harry a slow and lazy blowjob, making him bust a nut in your mouth.)

Caught Masturbating with Harry's Electric Toothbrush (SMUT) (HSLOT)

(Due to your pregnancy hormones, you wake up on the tour bus horny and end up using Harry's electric toothbrush to masturbate with because you didn't want to wake up a sleeping Harry, but he wakes up anyways and helps you out while reveling a little secret about himself.)

Soft Bedtime Sex (SMUT)

(After your nightly shower, you disrupt Harry's nightly reading when you crawl up his lap on the bed which leads to some slow, soft, and sleepy sex.)

Pre Concert Pussy Eating (SMUT) {HSLOT}

(Harry shoves his head under your skirt and eats your pussy, minutes before needing to be on stage and preform for his fans.)

Dad Harry-

Having Sex as Parents (SMUT) (edited)

(Harry's accidental boner turns in intimacy under the sheets)

Late Night Couch Sex (SMUT)

(After putting your kids to bed, cuddling on the couch while watching a film turns sexual real fast)

Riding Harrys Dick on a Toilet

(Sex deprived at Harrys mums house, you sneak in the bathroom late at night to get some action)

Shower Orgasm + Aftercare (SMUT & FLUFF)

(Determined to help you relax, Harry joins you in the shower to give you the number 1 medicine for stress relive. Then takes care of you when your brain has turned fuzzy.)

Harry Gets Sick During Sex (SMUT)

(Riding Harrys cock with a huge pregnant belly was a mistake)

Sleepy Sex (SMUT)

(Before your cockblockers awake, you & Harry have slow, sleepy sex under the blankets)

Pool Sex While the Kids Are Sleeping (SMUT)

(While on vacation, you and Harry have a quick intimate fuck in your condos pool while your kids take a nap)

Stress Relief Sex (SMUT)

(Finding you crying in the closet late at night, Harry comforts you & then you both end up making love on the closet floor)

Cock Warming in a Tent (Barely SMUT/Mostly FLUFF)

(While camping, you get cold & get into Harry's sleeping bag to cuddle. Then he ends up slipping his erect penis into you without any sexual intentions.)

Make Up Sex (SMUT+ lots of Angst)

(After you yell at Harry, you go to apologize but find him crying on the bathroom floor. After forgiveness is shared, you make love to him in the middle of the bathroom on the cold floor to show just how sorry you are.)

Innocent Shaving to Intimate Sex (SMUT)

(You ask Harry to shave your vagina, resulting in you both getting turned on and he eats you out and then fucks you in the shower)

Daughter Hears You Having Sex (SMUT)

(On the way to the zoo, your daughter questions the noises she heard the prior night coming from your bedroom and you and Harry have a flashback to the events that took place)

Paparazzi Catches You Thigh Riding Harry On A Yacht

(On a family vacation in Italy, you ride Harry's thigh out on the upper deck on the yacht while your kids are napping and later find out paparazzi has caught you by taking photos and videos from the town above)

You Quietly Get Pleasured by Harry at His Mum's House (SMUT)

(At Harry's mum's house, right as you thought Harry was falling asleep, he asks to pleasure you and you consent, allowing him to stick his hand in your panties and make you have an orgasm.)

Mummy Gets Interrupted While Giving Daddy a Blowjob (SMUT)

(You were just about to make Harry come in your mouth, when your five year old comes into your bedroom and interrupts you. But eventually you finish Harry off and go down stairs to tend to your awaken children.)

Morning Kitchen Sex Turns Into Baby Making (SMUT) (pt. 2 >*<)

(In the middle of having sex in your kitchen while your kids are still asleep, you tell Harry to put another baby inside you.

Quickie Before Bed (SMUT)

(After putting your kids to bed, Harry convenes you to have sex with him but you make it known it must be a quickie because you're tired and have to wake up early the next morning. Then after sex, Harry realizes he forgot one key thing that could entail major consequences in your futures.)

You Fake an Orgasm & Harry Gets Upset (SMUT)

(You fake an orgasm due to being tired and not in the mood anymore and when Harry realizes, he gets all upset and in the end, he forgives you.)

Christmas Intimacy at Anne's House (SMUT)

(After being sex deprived for days as you stay at Harry's mum's house for Christmas, you finally have sex late one night under the warm covers in the guest room you're staying in.)

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SICFICS:

Boyfriend Harry-

You Get Sick in the Middle of the Night (edited)

(The first night you spend with at your boyfriend Harrys’ house, things go horribly wrong when you get sick suddenly.)

Emetophobia Comfort (Harry)

(Unfortunately you suffer from emetophobia (fear of vomit and or vomiting your self) but with Harry by your side, you manage to get through it.)

You Get Sick in Public and Embarrass Yourself

(Rides at an amusement park don't go to well with food from food stands)

You Have Severe Period Cramps & Harry Comforts You

(You wake up with very painful period cramps & Harry helps the best as he can)

Harry Gets Food Poisoning While at Your House

(Harry gets food poisoning from Chinses take-out during a at-home date and you comfort him & take care of him)

Husband Harry-

You Have a Stomach Virus & Harry Takes Care of You

(You wake up to a pour tummy and Harry takes very good care of you)

You get Drunk at the BRITs & Harry Takes Care of You

(One drink turned into many drinks and the next thing you know you're wasted)

You Accidentally Puke in Harry's Car Pt. 1

(Dodgy fish makes you sick on your way home from a dinner date)

You Accidently Puke in Harry's Car Pt. 2 (helps you wash off & puts you to bed)

(Your loving husband cares for you after you've been sick in his car)

Dad Harry-

Your Daughter Gets Sick in Harry’s Car (edited)

(When a child gets a tummy ache, there is little to no warning before vomit gets everywhere)

Harry Takes Care of His Sick Daughter in the Middle of the Night (edited)

(There is nothing worse than being little and getting a tummy ache in the middle of the night. Well that happened to your daughter and Harry takes good care of her.)

Mummy Gets Car Sick

(On a road trip with your family, you get hit with car sickness & Harry comforts you)

Your Daughter Gets Sick at a Sleepover

(Your daughter falls sick at her first sleepover & Harry drives across the city at 3am to pick her up and bring her back home to comfort her as she's being sick)

Baby Spits Up During Nightly Feedings

(Once your baby finishes feeding from your boob while you sleep under her, Harry takes the baby from your breast & attempts to burp her, only for her to spit up down his back and on his pillow)

You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

(When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.)

You Experience Morning Sickness (pt. 1 >*<)

(You wake up twice with a sick tummy and after some thought, you come to the conclusion that you're probably pregnant and having morning sickness.)

(.......)

Friend/Acquaintance Harry-

Harry Takes Care of You at a Party

(From the kindness of his heart, Harry takes care of you while you're being sick at some party)

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Fluff (occasionally minor smut):

Boyfriend Harry-

You Come Out as Bisexual to Harry

(You get the courage to finally tell your boyfriend Harry that you're bisexual and it ends in both of you shedding tears.)

Your ASMR Secret

(You confess why you can't sleep over with your boyfriend Harry and he helps you out with your situation.)

Husband Harry-

Bisexual Harry (MILD SMUT w/ MOSTLY FLUFF)

(A bisexual Harry is in a relationship with you and it explains how you help him with his confidence and support him no matter what)

Dad Harry-

Harrys Daughter Gets Her First Period

(Single dad Harry helps his daughter when she gets her first period)

Day in the Life of a Single Dad with a 2 Yr Old

(Harry's daughter is going through her terrible twos and Harry has a day of struggling but ends up comforting his toddler when she genuinely gets upset that night)

Cuddly Night with a Family of Three

(On his way from carry you to bed, Harry picks up his awoken son and allows him to sleep with you both. Then you all cuddle together and fall happily asleep.)

A Day of Breastfeeding

(Through-out your day of breastfeeding your daughter, to Harry finding you breastfeeding in the bathtub, to rubbing cream on your sore nipples before bed)

Your Daughter Gets Scared of a Thunderstorm

(When a loud streak of lightning booms through the house, Harry has to get up and comfort your 3 year old daughter, and brings her to your room where she falls asleep on her daddies chest.)

Your Son Get's Upset When People Make Fun of His Daddy (blurb that goes with this)

(Your son comes home from school upset because his peers called his daddy gay, but he doesn't understand because he knows his daddy loves his mummy and gay to him would mean that his daddy wouldn't love his mummy because she's a girl but he does.)

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stepdad!harry:

(idk what category this goes under so it's just gonna stay here)

Love is Love

(This story is about how y/n met Harry, how they begun their relationship & started a life together, and how Emma ( Harry’s step-daughter) is trying to accept and let Harry into her life due to her battle with abandonment issues her biological father gave to her.)

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Flatmates - Harry Styles

i listened to kiwi while writing it so i strongly advise to listen to is while reading as well. without any further ado, i present you this flatmate!harry fic with some steamy smut!

word count: ~9k

warning: smut

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You were desperate to find a place to live, to say the least. You’ve always had trouble remembering deadlines and important dates, and thanks to this charming trait of yours, you successfully missed the deadline of the college dormitory applications. After a day of solid panic you started looking for cheap apartments, but living off campus seemed to be something only rich people could afford. Rents were ridiculously high and you were certain you couldn’t afford to spend thousands of dollars for a room smaller than your pantry back at home. You watched ad after ad, making calls all day for a week straight, but at the end, you always went to bed with the thought that you’ll have to live under a bridge through the first semester of your freshman year.

It was until a friend of yours, Rita, who was mature enough to apply to the dormitory in time called you with the best news you could receive.

“This friend of my future roomie is looking for a flat mate. You gave me his number, maybe you could give him a call and see if the room is still available. Just tell him Kimberly gave you his number, I’m sure he’ll offer you the room on a nicer price.”

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles

this is very random and just a lil somethin’, bc i secretly dream about being on one of these shows and meeting one of my crushes lmao, not me pretending to be at an interview in my own kitchen, hah, not at all!

hi hello so im adding this after this was posted. i randomly turned this into a series so you can find further parts for this in the series masterpost!

word count: 1.8k

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“It’s so good to have you here, it’s been quite some time since the last time you sat in this chair, am I right?” Ellen asked with a warm smile as you nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy, I guess,” you chuckle tugging your hair behind your ear.

“I mean, of course. You starred in two movies since then and even got nominated for an Emmy as well for your role in The Umbrella Academy!” she lists and the audience starts cheering on your successes. “Of course you’ve been busy, but I’m glad you had time to drop by for a talk. So, let’s talk about your upcoming movie. You’ll be co-stars with Zendaya and Finn Wolfhard, it’s a quite interesting cast.”

“Yes! I’m very excited to work with them, I just met Zendaya the other day and though I’M yet to meet Finn I’m sure we will get along well.”

“What was your first impression about Zendaya?”

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ELEVATED SURFACES

RATING: R/smut (sex, heavy alcohol use, smoking, lots of cursing)

WORD COUNT: 11.6k

CATEGORIES: fratboy!harry

MASTERLIST (check it out for extras) | INSPO TAG | PLAYLIST 

a/n: as a recently graduated srat girl and lover of a good frat party, this one shot was intended to fill the whole in my heart which is LEGIT frat Harry. he is fratty and hot and long haired and a mess. if u like this try out TEMPTATION which is my other frat!h series and the first thing i ever wrote on this gd website (he’s not as fratty but we love him a LOT)

a/n pt.2: as a note, i want to make very clear that frats and greek organizations frequently harbor predators and abusers. i do not in any way condone that behavior or that reality, and i would like to bring attention to a petition to remove a fraterity that had done truly many horrible things–your signature would be a huge help. for survivors of assault, you are not alone, and it is not your fault. 

As you rose up, your eyes locked on a figure in the doorway of the basement. His long hair was loose, curls that had been pulled out from the hair tie he always had on his wrist, a tight white shirt that you knew meant all of his tattoos were on display. Harry was watching you, you realized as you twisted your hips and bounced your arms up and down with the beat, singing the words. So you kept his gaze, and just to taunt him, when the chorus hit again, you dropped down, ass hitting your heels, eyes on his the whole time.

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Harry is a very fratty frat boy and Y/N is a really good dancer

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Harry Gets Caught Masturbating in the Shower (SMUT) (sub!harry)

This was requested by this anon.

AN: so this does tie into something i said in the fic i wrote called Intimate Skin to Skin Sex w/ Pillow Humping (+ aftercare) (SMUT) but some things referenced in that fic may not be accurate in this one, so you can picture it being two different story universes it you'd like. because in the original fic, i never really talk about y/n and Harry being subs and doms but in this fic, i act like its a regular occurrence for them. if you do want to imagine it being in the same universe, then note that this was before you found out that Harry uses the shower head / fingers himself. also, i'd like to say that i'm not to knowledgeable on the whole 'dominate and submissive' side of a sex life so this may not be an accurate representations on the characteristics of doms & subs. i just wrote it how i wanted and hope you still enjoy.

This story contains: sensual touching, male masturbation with shower head, anal fingering, shyness, boob sucking

{ husband!harry - Fine Line Harry era }

word count: 3550

Original Reference Sentence-

You know that Harry likes to use the shower head on his erect dick to orgasm when he showers alone. Or that he loves to finger himself anally sometimes when he has the time during solo masturbation.

You catch Harry using the shower head on his cock and fingering himself in the shower and decide to help him out.

Harry is very versatile in the bedroom. He can be dominate and submissive. Some days he loves to be in control and take over your body, and other days Harry enjoys the feeling of weightlessness that having someone else take over and be dominated creates.

In your sex life, dominance and submission isn't a big priority though. You never really have the type of sex that dominants and submissives need to appear. In the sex you share together, you each show small signs of dominance and submission through-out, never one powering the other. But sometimes when Harry is feeling extra stressed or a bit needy, you take over and be more of a dominate person for him. Not anything to rough or demanding. Just riding Harry's cock so he doesn't have to lift a finger. Praise him by saying how good he's making you feel. And by using him for your own self pleasure and ride his face to come.

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Harry will randomly fall into a submissive headspace (aka subspace) and he never knows why. When he gets into a subspace, you usually can tell quite quickly from the sighs he shows. He'll be very clingily towards you, like wanting to be held, and he'll be a bit whiny while having sex and want you pleasure him or just want to feel useful (hints why he lets you ride his face for your own pleasure). But when Harry gets into a submissive headspace and you're not home, he does what makes him feel best. Something you are unaware he even does. And that's masturbating with the shower head and anal fingering.

A lot of people think only women can masturbate with shower heads, but that is incorrect information. Harry figured that out when he felt a bit submissive and was alone in his hotel room. He got the idea to get in the shower and played around until he began using the shower head on his cock while it was in a jet stream setting and it felt so much better than his hand (not your pussy or mouth though. he'd always choose you over a shower head.) The reason Harry enjoys using a shower head when he feels submissive is because he doesn't have to touch himself. The hard pressured water does all the pleasuring for him and that's what subs enjoy. Not having to do much and allow someone or something else take control.

When it comes to fingering himself, Harry has always done that during solo masturbation. He started doing it around fifteen years old and has been doing it ever since. It doesn't happen every time he masturbates or only when he's subby, but when he has a little extra time, he defiantly will stick a finger or two in his bum hole for added pleasure.

Though you're married, Harry has never told you about his enjoyment of anal play. Or even that he uses the shower head to masturbate to sometimes. It's a secret he's kept because he's unsure how you'll react or if you'll view him differently. Harry wants more than anything to have you be the one to finger him during sex or foreplay, but is just too embarrassed to admit it. Fortunately for Harry, he won't have to admit it to you. But unfortunately to him, you will find out about his pleasuring secrets anyways.

Here's how you came to find out and how you reacted-

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You went out to the club with a few friends and that left Harry home alone. As soon as you left, Harry started feeling subby and began really missing you. But he knew how excited you were for tonight, to be out having fun with friends and didn't want to call you to come home.

Tonight, Harry wasn't just feeling subby though. He was feeling horny and submissive. That meant he was going to do what he normal does when feeling submissive and in need of an orgasm but you aren't around. Get in the shower and have a self pleasure session. Plus, he knew you would be out for a few hours so he had plenty of time take care of himself. Harry lite some candles in the bathroom and set out a fluffy towel for when he's finishes. Then after stripping from his cloths, he steps into the walk-in shower and began steaming up the small space.

While the hot water was raining on his naked body and making the air thick around him, Harry began sensually touching himself. He could have went straight into his masturbation routine for when he's feeling submissive but wanted to not rush things and take things slow, knowing he had the the time (or so he thought) to do so.

Harry stood under the shower stream (cock very erect and straight up and out) and allows the hot water to run down his tattooed body. While doing so, he starts gliding his hands up and down his chest until his fingers meet his hard nipples. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, and starts rubbing over his nipples just like you do when you play with his body. The pads of his rough fingers feel delightful on the nubs and it makes Harry let out a deep groan from pleasure.

Then he removes one hand from his nipple and lightly dances his fingers over is tummy, shuddering at the sensation it brings. Foreplay has always been a favorite activity in your sex lives. Whether its him doing it to you or you doing it to him. Even mutual foreplay happens. So when Harry has the time during solo masturbation, he defiantly incorporates it.

After about ten minutes of sensual touches and caresses to his body, Harry decides he can't take his cock throbbing any more and needs to relieve his pain. He reaches up and detaches the shower head from its holder, and twists the top so the water goes from a shower stream to a powerful jet. When its to his liking, Harry points it down and allows the pressured water to go over his hard penis. Immediately it has Harry's knees almost buckling to the shower floor. It feels so good and Harry just feels so needy for a release.

Harry stimulates his cock for a few minutes and decides to start fingering himself. Because he's in the shower, he doesn't really need lube or anything of the such. The water from the shower will do just fine in acting as a lubricant. So to began, he presses his head on the tile walls of the shower, looking down to watch and make sure his hand stays steady with the shower head and the pressured stream stays on the right places on his shaft. Then Harry takes his left hand and reaches behind himself and roams his bottom until his fingers find his puckering hole.

When found, Harry slowly begins to insert just one wet finger into his hole to start with and lets out a loud shrinking cry from the sensation. His eyes threaten to close but knows he needs them to hold the shower head steady. Inch by inch Harry's fingers glide into his ass and the stretch feels amazing.

Once Harry's fingers are all the way inside, he starts thrusting them in and out slowly, wanting to build up the pleasure and not rush it. As he's fingering his ass, Harry watches his cock twitch as the jet goes up and down his shaft. He doesn't really touch his dick at all through-out this, wanting the shower head to do all the work, but will occasionally slide his foreskin back to allow the water to an even more sensitive part of a mans penis.

Eventually, Harry inserts two fingers into his ass and as he keeps the powerful water pressured jet stream on his standing cock, he feels very close to his orgasm. He is moaning loud and freely and is dizzy near bout from the heavy air in the steamy shower and the feeling he's giving himself (well mostly the shower head). Harry is so zoned into his self pleasure that he doesn't hear when you come through the front door. One of the friends you went to the club with ended up getting sick and the rest of the friend group decided to just call it in for the night and go home. Hints why you are home early.

As you walk up your staircase, you can hear the faint sounds of moaning. Most peoples first thoughts would be that their partner is cheating, but you know Harry too well to know that that isn't the case. So the only other option would be masturbating. You walk into your bedroom and the moans and whimpers get louder and louder. Then you turn to your right and see your bathroom door is completely opened and looking straight inside, you can see Harry's faintly outlined body through the fogged shower doors.

Then everything clicks in your head. Early before you left, you had noticed Harry becoming more and more needy towards you which is a sign that he's getting into a submissive mood. You didn't say anything to him because you weren't positive that's what was happening, but now you know for sure. His moans are moans of a submissive boy. Your submissive boy. You love when Harry gets in a headspace of submission.

Once again, you and Harry don't treat sub and dom characters as most do in bed. There is no yelling or degrading. There isn't hitting or painful edging. It's simply one person taking over as the giver (dom) and one person (sub) receiving what the giver is giving. It's a way for whoever wants or feels submissive to let loose and not worry about anything except the pleasure they're being given. Though when in domspace or subspace, it can alter your brain even out of the bedroom. For subs its usually clinginess, childlike state, wanting to be babied. For doms it usually ensues being the mature one and taking care of the subs needs. Basically acting as a parent figure for the short time period it lasts.

You personally love being both a dom and a sub, but you very much enjoy sub Harry. Submissive Harry is so soft and frail that sometimes you're afraid you'll hurt him. Neither of you understand how or why you fall into the headspace of dominates and submission, but whoever falls under one, the other person gets into the opposite headspace fairly quickly. So that means you never really both share being a dom or a sub at one time, though it has happened before.

Thinking for a moment, you decide take care of your baby boy (what you call Harry when he's in submissive mode) and help him out. You strip your clothes off in the bedroom and quietly walk into the bathroom fully naked where Harry's moan are only getting louder, meaning he's on the verge of coming. He doesn't even see you because he's facing the back wall and he can't hear you because his ears are ringing from his approaching orgasm.

You quietly open the shower door and for a split second are caught off guard. You did not expect to see Harry fingering his ass, with the shower head on his dick. But man was it sexy. You snap out of your staring gaze and decide to do what you have a feeling Harry would very much enjoy you doing. Stepping forward, you grab his wrist that's pressed to his bum cheek, pulling his fingers out his ass, and within a split second, replace his fingers with your own. Harry stops all movements and screams out, "Oh shit! Fuckin hell."

"Shhh my baby boy. Does this feel good? You like when I finger fuck your ass?" you question and Harry stays silent with words but continues moaning. You can tell he's very embarrassed he's been caught and you want to assure him that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. "Baby," you seductively whisper while snaking your left arm around the front of his tummy to hold him steady, "don't be embarrassed. Do you like the way the shower head feels on your large cock? I bet it's making you feel so so good. Just like when you use the shower head on my clit."

"Yes, so good love." Harry hisses in a deep voice. You continue thrusting your much smaller fingers inside his ass hole, though nevertheless pleasurable, and Harry keeps the shower head on his oozing cock. He was close before, but now with you helping him out, Harry just can't take it anymore. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. Fucking shit." Harry screamed aloud.

"Let go baby. I've got you." you cooed behind him, fingers prodding at Harry's prostate. Seconds later, his cock twitches and then erupts with white cum. Harry's cum shoots out and coats the shower walls, slowly running down the tiles. His legs tremble. A long and loud moan leaves his mouth. He throws his head back. Then when he feels his climax is over and his cock is becoming too stimulated, he drops the shower head and carefully gets on his knees because his legs felt as though they would make him fall unwillingly if he didn't. That leads to your fingers slowly slipping out his hole.

Harry sits on the shower floor, breathing heavy, and heat rushing to his face from embarrassment. Not only did you witness him using the shower head on his dick but also finger fucking his own ass. You honestly loved that he does this when he masturbates. You don't find it weird at all. Butt stuff may not be your cup of tea on yourself but you have no problem in helping Harry with his anal pleasure.

Harry keeps himself facing the wall and you crouch down behind him, rubbing up and down his wet back. You've turned the shower off for now so you don't get sprayed in the face because he did drop the shower head instead of putting it back in its holder. Then out of nowhere, Harry abruptly asks, "Is that ok? Would you do that for me again?"

"Harry," you maneuver more in front of him so he can see your face and you can see his, "of course it's okay. Why didn't you tell me you like a bit of anal and shower head. I could have been doing this to you often when you're my subby boy. It's actually quite hot, I must admit. And whenever you want me to finger you during sex or want to use the shower head, just tell me. We can upgrade to a small dildo or stick to just fingers and we can have fun in the bath so you can be sitting down and not fall. It's all up to you baby." All that you spoke was in a soothing voice. The calm voice you use towards Harry when he's in a submissive headspace.

Harry gives you a shy smile and replies, "No, I still prefer your cunt or mouth over the shower head. But anal, it just feels so good. I'd like to do it more often." Before he has the chance to become embarrassed again, you crash your head forward and connect your lips with his. The kiss is very sloppy due to Harry still out of breath, but as always, very good. Harry's kisses are never not good. His warm tongue and soft lips. You could kiss his lips all day if you were allowed.

After your sweet, quick make out session on the hard tiles of the shower floor, you decide it's time to actually help Harry get cleaned and ready for bed. You help Harry stand on wobbly legs, and he walks over to the showers bench to sit. You turn the shower back on and use the shower head to rewet his hair and body. Then you lather some of his shampoo in his curls. Because Harry is still feeling submissive and wants to be close to you, while you're standing between his legs scrubbing his scalp, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you forward some more. Harry then takes your right nipple and gently sucks on it.

That's another thing sub Harry loves. Sucking on your breasts. It calms him down and relaxes his body. It can be done during sex, but most of the time it's after you've had sex and when you're about to go to sleep. So when cuddling, or in this case, during aftercare. You don't mind. Maybe it will prepare you for the feeling when you have kids one day. And though your pussy is wet and you let a small moan escape your mouth from his gentle mouth, you know Harry is too tired for anything else tonight and that's okay. You'd prefer to just take care of your big baby and cuddle your sub Harry in bed.

Once you have washed and rinsed Harry's hair and body completely, you help him step out the shower and sit on the closed toilet while you dry his body off. He just sits there with his eyes drooping shut and watches as you intently caress his body with the fluffy fabric. Harry almost does remind you of a small child as their mother dries them off after a bath. Except you remember you had your fingers up his ass and his mouth on your tits moments ago. When his body is mostly dry, aside from a few dripping strands of hair, you question softly, "Do you want to sleep naked or do you want us to wear underwear to sleep in my baby?"

"Naked please." Harry whines, as if you'd say no, though you were the one who asked in the first place. Without replying back, you just help Harry walk over to the sink and apply toothpaste on his toothbrush for him. Then he weakly brushes his own teeth as you do yours beside him. When you both have brushed your teeth, you guide your baby boy to the bed and help him in the cozy covers. When Harry sees you leaving him, he cries out, "Hey we're you going. Come back love."

"Just going to turn the lights out is all. I'm not leaving you. Could never ever leave you baby." you say while shutting the bathroom lights out and then pad your way back over to the bed, turning the lamp off. Then you crawl into bed with Harry and pull the thick blankets up over your naked bodies. Harry immediately scoots over to your body and lays his head on one of your breast.

Shyly, Harry asks, "Can I have a suck again?"

You rub your fingers through his slowly drying brown curls and answer, "Of course baby. I know it helps you fall asleep, so go ahead." With that, Harry places his big mouth over the nipple on the boob his head isn't laying on, and gentle sucks it in with his mouth. Though it can turn you on when Harry sucks your tits, times like right now, you don't get tuned on. It's more of a relaxing feeling that washes over you. Like you have this almost thirty year old man child that you feel the need to protect with your life. Him being naked and laying on top of you, sucking your nipple is comforting to you both in a weird way.

It's almost funny seeing Harry in submissive mode. He acts totally different to when he's playing the dom. Dom Harry is the one who is comforting you and helping you do simple tasks because your head is foggy. Or he sometimes cock warms you to help you fall asleep. His cock acting as your boobs for him when being a submissive. But that's what you enjoy about your sex lives or lives in general. Harry and yourself can flip into either headspace pretty naturally so it never feels out of place to see one or the other in either dom or subspace.

Eventually, Harry falls asleep. His relaxed mouth drops your nipple and his head stays in the valley of your breast. You hold him tight, knowing when you're a sub being held is very comforting to one, and slowly fall asleep yourself.

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Could you possibly write an imagine where Harry is all needy cuddly after a long day at work and then when he wants to cuddle he tells you to get off your clothes and then out of nowhere he starts sucking on your breasts - feeding on them.

Hi love, yes I absolutely can! Also...

I FEEL LIKE YOU ALL JUST READ MY MIND, AND I FUCKS WITH Y'ALL HEAVY FOR THAT!

content & warnings- fluff fluff fluff, brief pouty harry, breast/nipple play, pwp, lactation kink (you're not pregnant or anything child-related...you just happen to lactate)

an- How do y'all know I'm into that shit...😼

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"Hi, baby," you called out hearing the door slam, Harry's heavy footsteps following shortly after. You see him appear in the doorway, his shoulders slumped, and his pink lips shaped into a frown, "aw, you know I hate to see my baby all pouty," you say.

"Rough day?" you ask softly, chuckling at how endearing he looked.

He huffed, nodding, "the worst, they just don't understand me," he said defeatedly.

You opened your arms wide, beckoning him to come into your arms. He immediately obliged, diving into your embrace, your fingers found his scalp instantly, as his head rests on your lap. "I hate today."

"Oh my baby..." you whisper, rocking him, "you want me to get or do anything for you?"

He stretched his arm up, bringing your head down to him so he could press his lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, pulling away only to hold your foreheads together, "just want you."

"You have me," you giggled, looking at his sad eyes. He gave you a small smile, his eyes trailing down to your chest, he looked back up at you, "actually, I know what you could do f'me."

"Anything," you respond, kissing him.

"...take your top off f'me please, baby."

As you tossed your shirt up and off in the corner of the room, Harry eased you out of your shorts; the cool air hitting your warm skin. "What do you have in mind?" you ask softly, looking up at Harry, who had his dress shirt off as well.

He came down and sat in your lap, his legs on either side of you, "I love you," he whispered, before kissing you. His hands come up to cup your face, as he kissed down your jaw, and down your neck, "I had such a long day," he pouted against your skin.

You trace his tattoos with your finger, "what do you need me to do, I want you to feel so good, so relaxed."

He leaned down, kissing your shoulders, across to your chest, leaving soft kisses across your breasts. He rocked his hips against you, as he looked up at you through his eyelashes, as he kissed over your nipples, twirling the hardening nubs with his tongue.

You inhale sharply, as he continued kissing and dragging tongue over them, "Is this what you want?" you ask, breathlessly, your nipples were so sensitive.

He nods as he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning as he sucked on you. His tongue swirled over your warm skin, as he sucked on your nipples, he pulled away, a string of spit connecting his mouth and your nipple, "can you hold my head while I do it?"

You tangle your fingers into his hair and guide him back onto your breast, only pulling him away to let out a slow string of spit onto your chest, and your eyes fluttered as you watched him lick it up before he continues to suck on you, nursing on you.

You feel yourself grow wetter as he goes back and forth between your breasts, moaning and whining as he sucks on them, making love to them. You moan softly as you feel yourself begin to leak into his mouth, "ohmygod," you gasped.

"Your nipples are perfect," Harry moaned against you, the thin, sweet release against his tongue relaxing him, "s'good...taste s'good..." he said, coming out like a whisper. You run your fingers along his clothed spine, gently massaging him, he nuzzled into your breasts, exhaling sleepily, as his sucking became languid.

Your message the nape of his neck, then his scalp as you held him against your chest. His breathing, just as his body, became more relaxed until his mouth went still around your nipple, "Harry?" you whisper, scratching his scalp lightly.

His eyes fluttered open momentarily, and he gave three slow sucks before drifting off again, whining against you.

You chuckle lightly, kissing atop of his head as you eventually drift off into sleep, feeling relaxed that your boy was relaxed.

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a/n #2: I'm literally sobbing and soft and the idea of this, especially h doing it for comfort, and he feels so comfortable and so relaxed that he sleeps?? oh gosh--thank you for requesting this! 🥺

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“Is That What You Needed, Baby?”

Warnings: SMUT

(At least 16+ pls!)

(Harry’s Jealous.)

This is for 500 followers! I love you guys sm!!! 💕

He was solemn on the car ride home, barely glancing her way as they wound through the misty back roads toward their house, streetlights reflecting on the pavement, still damp from the rain earlier in the evening. Each time they passed one and his face was momentarily illuminated, She examined it for a hint of emotion, but consistently came up empty-handed. She anxiously tried to imagine what he must be thinking. This was so unlike him. He was never one to give the cold shoulder.

The car tires crunched on the gravel driveway, and they silently strode up to the house they had rented out together in June. She slipped out of her strappy heels, her feet thanking her. She usually didn't wear such flashy shoes, but She had really gone all out tonight. Between her hair curled into perfectly tousled ringlets; to her skin-tight bejeweled jeans that hugged the curves of her thighs, hips, and bottom; to her fitted, cropped tank top that showed just a crescent of the soft, skin of her tummy and a noticeable amount of her breasts. She was quite the spectacle and She knew it. Her eyes were glowing with confidence the entire night as She danced and drank at the new nightclub downtown. She was radiating sensual beauty and She loved it.

Harry, on the other hand, looked the part but surely was not acting it anymore. Dressed in a cleanly pressed button down tucked into form-fitting jeans, his soft brown hair effortlessly yet stylishly pushed to the side, revealing his youthful, handsome face and forest green eyes, he had left the house beaming with something nearing narcissism. When they arrived downtown, he had clearly been feeling in his element, meeting new people, chatting away, even dancing with her a bit. But a couple of hours in, she noticed a change in his demeanor. He became increasingly shut out and though he claimed to be bored and tired, it was obvious something had gotten to him. By the time they left, he was practically pouting. Now, back at their home, She wasn't about to go to bed anxious and frustrated with his childish behavior.

“Harry,” he glanced toward her cooly. “What's going on? Why are you upset with me?”

“I just wasn't having fun,” he responded flatly.

“You were having plenty of fun when we first got there,” She countered, nipping his argument in the bud.

“I got tired.”

“It's only 9 o'clock.”

“You were drinking too much; I got nervous.”

“I had 3 drinks, and you've never had a problem with that before.”

“I don't like dancing in front of people.”

“Harry, stop with the fucking excuses!” She finally blurted out. He froze, clearly not expecting such a harsh response. She took a breath. “I know you're lying,” She continued, regaining some composure. “I don't understand it, though. We talk about everything. What's going on? What's really getting to you?”

He sighed and looked to the floor, shifting uncomfortably. The entryway was still dark, the floorboards dimly lit by moonlight, but She could feel his face contorting as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he spoke. “It was… that guy.” He sounded defeated.

“Which one?” It was a pointless question. The minute he said it, her heart sank because deep down, She knew which one.

“Jake.”

She flinched at his name. “Oh… What about him?” Another pointless question.

“You were flirting with him.” He said it with an undertone of jealousy that She had never seen in him before.

“We were just talking. I thought he was cute, but it was all harmless.”

“Honestly?” Harry asked, sounding somewhat incredulous and somewhat curious.

“Yes, of course.” She reassured, but her heart rate accelerated with uncertainty.

“I saw you leaning into him, and the way you kept touching his arms and thighs. You wanted more than that.” His words came out soft, more hurt than accusatory. It was then She realized he wasn't mad or jealous; he was scared. She didn't say anything. They just stared at each other for a moment. She felt like crying. Then he spoke up again. “He was nothing like me. Did you like that about him?”

“What do you mean?” She asked. She felt so vulnerable and small.

“He was very tall and muscular, so much more masculine than me. Did that turn you on?”

She felt ashamed, but at the same time, She wanted to give an honest answer. She thought for a moment, then responded carefully. “I won't lie to you, honey. In a way, yes, it did. But not because I don't love your body or find it sexy. It's just… Well, I haven't been getting the attention I need lately.”

Even through the dark, She could see his brow furrow in shocked confusion. “What do you mean?”

He sounded so genuinely concerned, it encouraged her to keep talking. “The reason I was so attracted to him was because… he was just so big and strong. I imagined all the ways he could dominate me. How he could take my body and just use me and control me. And I loved the attention he was giving me… You've barely noticed me lately, Harry, much less touched me.” His face shifted again, this time filled with shame. She continued, “We've been so busy, between the move and work and our families… But I feel forgotten about. You used to give me so much attention. You used to have sex with me every day. Now, you don't even give me a second glance when I get all dressed up. Like tonight. I told you over and over how great you look, but you didn't tell me once what you thought of me, even though I know everyone else noticed. It was impossible to miss.”

He was silent for a moment, thinking. Then, finally, voice cracking, he spoke up. “I'm so sorry. You're right. I haven't been appreciating you like I used to, and like I should. Now I can barely stand to see you even talking to another man. I'm acting like an asshole. I want you all to myself, but I'm treating you like it doesn't even matter that you're my girl.” They stared at each other quietly for another moment, then he straightened himself up a bit, pushing his hair off his forehead. He sounded firmer when he spoke again. “And I have to admit, seeing you over at the bar, flirting with that guy and putting your hands all over him… It made me think of all the things I want to do to you.”

He took a step closer, and She instinctively leaned in. Her heart rate accelerated and warmth spread between her thighs. “Like what?” She asked, breathless.

“I want you to show me what a good girl you can be for me. If you want a man who takes control, then that's what you'll get. Is that really what you want?”

“Yes,” She whispered. She felt her thin, cotton panties quickly becoming soaked.

He placed his hand on her cheek, his fingers gently tracing a sensual path down her neck, resting just above her breasts. She felt a trail of tiny goosebumps raise in response. With his other hand, he held the back of her hair and guided her in close till their chests and foreheads met. She felt his breath on her lips before he closed the distance and kissed her passionately. She immediately dissolved into him, shaking with anticipation.

The kisses were deep and slow at first, but as She buried her fingers in his hair and felt his cock growing against her thigh, their pace accelerated. A tiny moan escaped her parted lips between heaving breaths, and She knew that was all he needed. One hand slid beneath her ass and the other found its place firmly between her shoulder blades. She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips as he lifted her, pushing her back to the wall with just enough force to make her gasp. Once he had her in position, his hand trailed down her back till he could take greedy handfuls of her backside. Suddenly, it was as if he couldn't get enough of her. Hips, thighs, tummy, and breasts all got their fair share of attention as well as She felt him grinding his now-hard cock against the crotch of her jeans.

He adjusted his grip, lifting her from the wall, and carried her to the living room, tossing her onto the couch, legs spread wide. She panted and squirmed as She looked up at him. The moonlight flooded the room, making it painfully easy to see his every move. It was like he was teasing her, torturing her. Ever so slowly, he undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, never losing eye contact. He worked his way out of it, coyly revealing sun-kissed shoulders that led into tanned arms. His hands lowered to his waistline, and She swears She saw him tentatively stroke his cock over the taut material of his pants. As he undid the zipper, She couldn't take her eyes off his cock, straining beneath the thick denim. Finally, he pulled the jeans down to his ankles and removed them completely. His boxers were already thoroughly soaked through with pre-cum. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of his hand against his dick and the way it made her writhe and moan. Then he slid off his underwear as well and stood before her, completely naked, swollen cock dripping deliciously.

She began to eagerly tug at her shirt, wanting to strip herself as quickly as possible in hopes of receiving the fucking She had been craving. But Harry’s hand quickly stopped her, grabbing her wrists tight and binding them in front of her.

“Nuh uh,” he cooed. “Not so fast. You do as I say and go at my pace, understand?” She nodded. She felt overwhelmed with a strange mix of desperation and submissive excitement. He carefully released his hold on her, and She smiled teasingly. She placed her hands obediently above her head. His nose crinkled and he grinned in return. “Much better,” he praised. She wiggled her hips back and forth, urging him to remove her uncomfortably wet jeans. “Would you like me to take those off you, baby?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” She answered sweetly.

“Okay, stay still.”

He removed her pants in the same fashion as he had his, slowly and sensually, enjoying every inch of newly exposed skin as he went. She struggled to obey his orders to lie still. It was so tantalizing watching him undress her and knowing there was nothing She could do to stop herself from becoming more and more his toy with each passing second. Once her legs were completely bare, he climbed on top of her, straddling her carefully so that none of his body made any contact with hers. This only proved to torment her more. He motioned for her to hold her arms up above her head, and She did so, arching her back as well. Taking the bottom of her top, he wriggled it up to reveal the soft flesh of her belly. He took a moment to take in her shape, relishing in the way it curved beneath him, so sensual and beautiful. He continued to move her shirt up until it rested just below her nipples, only the very bottom of her breasts peeking through. Pausing again, he let out a muffled moan as he lifted the tight fabric, tugging at her breasts until they finally popped out and bounced into place. She felt pre-cum dribble down onto her thigh, and her center throbbed. He sat back on his heels, her nearly nude body spread out before him, with only the fabric that was covering her center covering her.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply again. She patiently kept immobile above her head, although She would have loved to bury them in his hair or squeeze his butt. His lips trailed across her cheek to her ear, and he bit the lobe gently. “Sit up,” he whispered. She quickly got on her knees in front of him on the sofa. He laid back, hard cock standing before her, as he used one hand to squeeze and stroke it. “You think you can go off and be lusting over another man's dick? Nuh uh. No, that's not how it works. Now I need you to show me how you worship this cock. Show me how desperate it makes you. Show me what a little slut it makes you want to be.”

She couldn't hide her enthusiasm as She got onto all fours and quickly placed her lips on the head, kissing her way all down his cock until She reached his balls, taking a moment to suck each one. She greedily licked back up from bottom to tip. His dick was already soaked with a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum. Finally, She took him all the way into her eager mouth, savoring the way it filled her and gagged her. She felt his hands gather her hair and pull tight, forcing her to take him deeper. She began to choke slightly, but pushed further still, drooling for his cock.

“Good girl,” She heard him groan.

He tugged on her hair, guiding her up his cock, then pushed her down onto him again. Eyes watering, She swallowed hard to keep from gagging. He began to move her faster, and She bobbed her head in unison with his pushes and pulls. Her full mouth muffled her uncontrollable moans. Simultaneously, his sighs and grunts became louder and more desperate by the second.

Suddenly, he pulled her off, then slid her onto his lap, and bit her lip, their tongues intertwining. He loved to taste her after She sucked him, and it only turned her on even more than before. His nails dug into the skin of her back, leaving behind a trail of crescent moon shaped marks. She began to grind against him, and he responded by taking her hips and wriggling beneath her. His cock teased her swollen clit. The sweat and heat between them was unbearable. She needed him that instant.

When her pleading moans finally became too much for him, he gave her ass one more squeeze and slid her back off his lap. “Turn around,” he commanded. She knew exactly what he wanted. Crawling on her hands and knees, She faced her butt towards him, wiggling it temptingly and smiling over her shoulder. He pulled her panties down to her knees and She felt the cool air hit her center.

He gave her ass a single, firm smack. “That's my good girl,” he praised. He inched his way towards her, and She whined and squirmed. “Come on now,” he soothed. “You know I'll give you what you want. You just need to be patient.” She could hear the sadistic grin in his voice. He loved to torment her like this. It drove him wild to watch her beg.

Finally, She felt the tip of his cock make contact with her slit. It took so much within her to resist forcing him inside her at that very second, and She had a sneaking suspicion he was exerting the same amount of self-control. Nonetheless, She remained steady, trusting he would please her if She only waited. The pressure between her thighs increased, and She felt the head parting her lips. Her center squeezed tight, almost as if it was uncontrollably trying to pull his cock inside her. She needed it so bad. He pushed a little further and let out a small grunt. He was working his way into her, and it was the sweetest torture She had ever received. She felt herself pulsating. She swore She was going to cum just from this sensation alone. Grabbing her hips hard, he thrust himself into her, forcing her to take his entire length.

With his cock fully buried in her, She let go of all self-control. He pounded her relentlessly, and she returned each movement with equal force. Their moans intermingled with the sounds of him ravishing her body. She felt dizzy with desire. His hands groped her ass eagerly as he fucked her tirelessly, owning her, making her helpless to his cock.

He pulled out, his chest heaving, both their breaths audible. He leaned over her back and kissed the nape of her neck, sending shivers through every nerve ending. “Ride me, baby,” he sighed. She needed no further instructions. He was on his back, and She was straddling him in seconds, his slick cock in position between her thighs.

She lowered herself onto his lap, unable to taunt and tease as he had to her. She was too horny, too desperate. He moaned happily as he felt her ass against his lap, his dick completely inside her once again. Taking hold of his bare chest, covered in a sheen of sweat, She began to ride him hard, feeling the force of his head against her most sensitive spot within her. Her center convulsed, and She knew it would only be moments before She reached orgasm.

Right on cue, he moaned, “Keep going, baby. Oh God, I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Make me cum.” Adrenaline rushing, desperate to please him and to be filled with his cum, She bounced on his dick, their skin making contact in between thrusts, her clit rubbing against him hard. She felt her chest heaving for air as her moans came out in short, quick grunts. Her muscles contracted, squeezing his cock, pushing both him and Her closer to the edge.

Their eyes locked. She tried desperately but couldn't hold back any longer. “Fuck, I'm going to cum,” She cried out. “Please, can I cum? Please, Harry, please let me cum,” She begged as She struggled for air.

“Yes, cum for me,” he groaned. She moaned in ecstasy and dug her nails into his bare shoulders, and he pushed himself as far as She could take him into her center. She felt his entire body tense then release, his eyes squeezing shut and an animalistic moan escaping his parted lips as he filled her with his cum. That sensation was the last thing She felt before She exploded in her own orgasm. Toes curled, skin buzzing, She squirted on his dick and soaked the upholstery beneath their shaking bodies before collapsing on his chest, numb with pleasure.

She felt her chest expanding in unison with his, his cock still inside her and her hands still clinging to him, as if letting go might cause her to slip away from this moment. His fingertips trailed up and down her spine, leaving tingles where the scratch marks remained. He began to gently massage her shoulders, moving slowly to her sides, grabbing her hips, making his way to her butt. Her entire body melted into him. His skin against hers had never felt better.

She looked him in the eyes, then kissed him softly. He sighed and smiled sweetly, his eyes filled with adoration. “Is that what you needed, baby?” he asked gently.

She laughed and grinned at him. “Yes,” She replied, unable to contain her enthusiasm. “All I wanted was to be fucked by you.”

He kissed her again and sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes. She snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent. His lungs rose and fell, her body moving with them, rocking her to sleep, and in that moment, She couldn't care less about any man other than the one She held in her arms.

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I based this off of something I read, but I don’t remember what’s it’s called .😭