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MASTERLIST

Hi guys, here is my most up to date masterlist! If you’d like to request a oneshot or blurb in a specific universe (such as impact of fuckboyrry) or you want a part 2 to anything, hit my ask! I’m always accepting requests!

FANFICS:

- Impact (completed)

Jess has a problem and his name is Harry Styles.

Harry is Easton University’s resident bad boy, complete with hair down to his shoulders and arms full of tattoos. After a chance meeting at the semester kickoff party involving a spilled beer and a white dress, he suddenly seems to be popping up everywhere with that cocky little smirk on his face.

Despite his presence seemingly surrounding her between sharing a math class, working across the street from each other, and his weekly hookups with her dorm neighbor Ashlyn; Jess is determined to not let him get under her skin. That is, until the heating in her building goes out and she’s forced to spend the next two weeks living with the enemy.

- mister long term booty call (affectionately referred to as fuckboyrry)

(will it ever be completed? who knows)

You and Harry have been best friends since middle school. What all started with sitting beside each other in English class has grown into an inseparable friendship of seven years. However, lines get a little blurred after you break up with your boyfriend of six months and Harry learns that also happens to be how long you’ve gone without sex. It’s safe to say he’s willing to give you a hand, or rather a finger ;)

ONESHOTS:

- like a virgin

in which Harry is dressed like Freddie Mercury, you’re dressed like Madonna, and by the end of the night you have quite the front page scandal unfolding in some frat boy’s bedroom

- Have Your Way With Me

He smirks, “Then do it baby, have your way with me.”

It’s just five words, five simple words that throw every atom of your body into a frenzy.

in which you’re horny and Harry’s little black lace ensemble for the Met Gala isn’t doing you any favors

REQUESTS/ASKS:

- Miss You

in which you’re a famous singer and you and your boyfriend Harry are releasing a single together

- Your First Ride

in which you’re a little sexually inexperienced and Harry is ready to give you the attention you deserve to help you find out exactly what you want (and let you ride his thigh but I mEAN)

- Woman

a little blurb about harry’s reaction to you doing a lapdance/striptease to woman

- Give The People What They Want

a not so little blurb where I compiled all of my asks/requests for one night into one story where you’re going to your friend’s wedding and dragging h along even though you just met a week ago

- The one where Harry teases you just a bit too much (overstimulation)

[daydreamrry]

Harry in Seattle today

IHYMOFENVOSNOCD HE’S IN GRAY SWEATPANTS EVERYONE SHIT THE E FUCK UPNEFONEFOMWOFNWOF FUCKBOYRRY 😩😩

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mister long term booty call chapter two “If I bust my ass, I’m gonna bust yours”

August 21st, 2011

Despite asking your new friend Jacob in your class for directions, you can’t seem to find your way around anywhere. You look down the row of classrooms and once again don’t see the room number you’re looking for. You huff in frustration before turning back the way you came and trying the other hallway, maybe you’ve just got it backwards, again. It’s hard enough starting middle school and being sorted into nearly all eighth-grade classes but doing so alone after moving to a new city was something else entirely.

You’re just about to duck into the nearest classroom and ask for some directions when suddenly two boys come barreling down the hallway. You try to dodge them against the wall but end up smacking straight into one of them, dropping all of your books to the ground in front of you and scraping your knees against the pavement. You look up to meet the face of the boy who nearly trampled you, expecting him to help you up and maybe even gather your books like in the movies.

“Dude, watch it.” He laughs, standing up and brushing himself off before taking back off after his friend down the hall.

You roll your eyes as you stack your books back up and pull yourself to your feet, wincing a little as you stand on your ankle. The teacher from the room in front of you steps out for a minute to ask if you’re okay and you have to withdraw from making a snide remark about how you’re doing just fucking peachy, instead electing to ask for directions so you can just get to your class already.  

After walking back down the rest of the hall and taking the first right as instructed, your eyes finally land on the room you’ve been looking for. You take a deep breath as you twist the handle of room D-145, preparing yourself to stalk to the back and pray no one notices you.

“Oh, tardy on the first day, are we?” Ms. Barger asks as soon as you step in the room.

“I um, couldn’t find the room, I’m new.” You say quietly, wishing you could crawl into a hole.

“Ah, you must be the sixth grader,” She nods, “Why don’t you go take a seat behind Harry.”

You look in the direction of her pointing finger and see none other than the unruly haired boy that knocked you to the ground in the hallway earlier. He’s giving you a giant lopsided grin now, pointing at the seat behind him. You inwardly groan, dragging your feet over to the empty desk and dropping your books at your feet. You slide into your seat and he immediately turns around as Ms. Barger goes on to take role.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He asks, fully leaning on your desk.

You don’t answer him, trying to wrap your head around why the hell he’s interested in talking to you now when he couldn’t even help you up off the pavement earlier.

“Alright nameless girl,” He sighs, visibly annoyed, “Do you play Pokémon?”

“Styles?” Ms. Barger asks, cutting him off with a certain tone to her voice.

“Yes, Winona?” He grins, clearly pleased with himself and you have to bite your lip to conceal your laugh.

“What have I said about calling me by my first name?” Ms. Barger scolds, “Do you really want to start off this school year with detention?”

“Personally, I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate the coming of a new year of bullshit in this ward.” He smirks, kicking his feet up on his desk in front of him to which Ms. Barger rolls her eyes and turns to the board to start teaching.

“So, as I was saying,” He grins, turning back around and taking out a deck of cards, “You play Pokémon?”

 Present Day

 “Harry, Harry! I’m falling!”

“You’re not falling, Jesus Christ,” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you in place, “Besides you’re on a skateboard a few inches off the ground, not plummeting to your death.”

“Why did I allow you to put me on this death trap again?” You groan, wobbling slightly as he pulls you along by your hips.

“Because it’s a trade, we do something I want to do and then we do something you want to do.” He explains, helping you off the board.

As soon as your feet touch solid ground again you puff out a breath of relief. He laughs as he easily flips the board upside down and flips it back over with his feet, landing right on top of it and skating back around you in circle.

“Show off.” You scoff, trying to shove him off but he grabs your hands and pulls you on instead.

“What were you saying?” He smirks, hopping off the board and leaving you standing on it once again, holding onto his hand for dear life.

“Wait, Harry-“

“You got this,” He laughs, squeezing your hand and walking beside you, “Just try pushing off with your right foot.”

You give him a glare and he grins, reaching up to take his hat off and brush his hair out of his face before putting it back on backwards. He’s totally in his element here in his ridiculously skinny jeans and giant oversized t-shirt. You look back up to meet his face and he’s got his eyebrows raised waiting for you to push off by yourself.

“If I bust my ass, I’m gonna bust yours.” You say definitively, pointing your finger into his chest.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” He laughs, “Now come on, just try.”

You bite your lip as you transfer all your weight to your left foot and lean over, pushing off on your right foot. He nearly trips to catch up with you as you push off and skate a good distance.

“See!” He grins, grabbing both your hands to stop you, “You did just fine.”

“Okay, okay,” You breathe, trying to catch your breath after holding it the whole time you were skating, “Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah?” He asks eagerly, positioning himself on your left side again, “Whenever you’re ready.”

You do it again, grabbing his right hand in a death grip as you push off and skate even further with him jogging beside you to keep up. You do it a couple more times, getting even more adventurous each time and skating even further across the pavement.

“Okay, now this time, when you get to the end of the pavement, don’t stop, try to turn.” He instructs.

“Try to turn?” You scoff, “How?”

“Here, hop off,” He says, getting on the board himself and pushing off with ease, skating to the end of the pavement, and then leaning on his back foot and jutting the board to the left before pushing off again and skating back over to you, “Did you see it?”

“Kinda?” You say but it comes out sounding more like a question.

“Come on, you got this.” He nods, getting back off the board and rolling it over to you.

You roll your eyes as you grab his hand again and carefully step back on the board. He’s holding your hand nice and tight as you lean over and push off once again, skating towards the end of the pavement.

“See you’ve got it down,” He chuckles, “Now just lean back on your right foot and turn.”

You try to do what you watched him do but the board beneath you is rocking side to side under your wobbly legs and suddenly you’re stumbling right off it and into his arms. He’s laughing his ass off as you nearly trip over your own feet and the board but grabs you in his arms, stabilizing you anyways. You finally allow yourself to laugh with him when you look up and see the giant grin on his face as you lean back in his arms.

“Wanna take a break?” He laughs, letting you go and snapping his board back up into his hand.

“Yeah, besides, it’s my turn.” You smirk, grabbing his hand and tugging him behind you.

In a matter of an hour before you’re both back at your apartment after he showed off a bit more around the skate park hitting the rails. You have no idea how he’s able to grind the board down the slope of the rail without hitting the pavement face first but he’s certainly good at it and likes to remind you of that.

“Y/N, it’s burning, is it supposed to be burning?” He winces, attempting to crane his neck to see his face in the mirror.

“Stop moving,” You giggle, grabbing him by the jaw and turning his face back to yours as he wiggles around on the lid of the toilet seat, “I’m almost done, and the burning means it’s working.”

“What is it supposed to be doing? Melting off my top layer of skin?” He groans as you scoop out more of the purple shimmery face mask and paint it on his chin.

“Yes, exactly.” You nod and the horrified look on his face makes you laugh so hard you bury your face in his chest before standing back up to admire your work.

His hair is pushed back off his forehead with a zebra print headband that perfectly matches the santa cruz t-shirt on his shoulders and his entire face is painted a bright shimmery purple to match my own. He finally stands up off the toilet lid when you tell him you’re finished, and he nearly jumps when he catches a glimpse of his face in the mirror.

“Holy shit I look like a fucking alien,” He chuckles, leaning closer to the mirror, “How long till I can wash this shit off?”

“You don’t wash it off,” You explain, swatting his hands away from his face, “You peel it off in like twenty minutes.”

“Peel it?” He scoffs, turning around to face you, “I can’t peel it off! It’s gonna rip out my stubble!”

“What stubble,” You laugh, shoving him out of the way to walk back to the kitchen, “You have the facial hair of a prepubescent twelve-year-old.”

“Do not,” He huffs, following you to the pantry and grabbing the bag of chips right over your head, “I could totally grow a beard if I wanted to.”

“Oh, sure.” You mock sarcastically, following him over to the couch and immediately shoving your feet in his lap.

“I could!” He huffs through a mouthful of chips, “This shit isn’t going to like dye my face purple is it; I’ve got to get to work in like an hour.”

“You work tonight?” You groan, leaning back against the couch and folding your arms over your chest.

“Five to ten,” He shrugs, cautiously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to not smear purple everywhere, “Why? You wanna do something?”

“No, just thought we were hanging out tonight since you’re here.” You say nonchalantly, masking your disappointment.

He opens his mouth to speak just as his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he sits up quickly, digging it out of his jeans. He rolls his eyes when they land on the caller ID but he answers it anyways and presses his phone to his ear.

“What’s up?” He asks, sounding less than enthused, “Yeah, yeah I can, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He ends the call and you perk up a bit, waiting for him to fill you in but suddenly he’s shoving your feet off of him and jogging over to the door to slide on his Vans.

“Who was that?” You ask.

“Work,” He groans, “Austin never came in so now I have to go in early to cover him.”

“Oh no, whatever shall Zumiez do with one less salesperson on the floor.” You sigh dramatically to which he gives you a pointed look.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I happen to be the top salesperson on that floor.” He smirks, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

“I’m sure you’re their pride and joy, H,” You laugh, pointing to the purple face mask smeared all over his face, “But aren’t you forgetting something.”

“Oh shit! Yeah, get it off.” He says, leaning down so his face is level with yours.

You lift up the mask around his mouth and he winces all the while as you drag it off his skin little by little. You can’t help but laugh as he sucks in a breath when you rip the last bit off his tiny bit of mustache.

“Jesus Y/N, just do it like a Band-Aid this shit hurts.” He whines and you roll your eyes as you do as he requested and peel the rest off in one swift motion.

He scrunches his face up as you do so, gasping as you rip the last bit off his nose and toss the discarded mask in the trash. He opens his eyes once again and runs a hand over his face feeling his skin.

“Am I purple?”  He laughs.

“You’re absolutely glowing.” You tease as he leans down and grabs his skateboard.

“Awesome, I’m never doing that shit again,” He jokes, “I gotta go, I’ll text you.”

You’re surprised when he opens the door and just before walking through it turns back around and lands a quick peck to your lips. You hardly have any time to react before he’s pulling away, dropping his board onto the sidewalk, and skating off.

You close the door almost hesitantly, waiting for him to look back over his shoulder or something but you know he’s not going to. What the hell was that? A kiss goodbye? Whatever it was for some reason it managed to make your knees weak.

You pull yourself away from leaning your back against the door and into the confines of your bedroom, plopping yourself right down at your desk. It’s about an hour later that you’re still mind-numbingly reading through your calculus book and imagining where that goodbye kiss could have headed if he didn’t have to go to work when your phone buzzes beside you and you’re surprised to see his name pop up on your screen.

H: wyd

Y/N: calc reading

H: rough

Y/N: tell me about it

H: finals coming up yeah?

Y/N: next week, super stressed

H: you know there’s a pretty easy way to destress

H: only requires like two fingers

Y/N: omg shut up

H: just stating some facts

Y/N: didn’t ask for your “facts”

H: fine but don’t say I didn’t try to help

H: brb gotta work

You set your phone back down and sigh, inadvertently clenching your thighs together as your mind goes to the last place you want it to. If he wants to make jokes about you getting off maybe he should have offered to help while he was here. You huff in frustration as you get up out of your chair and retreat to your bathroom instead, turning the water on as cold as you think you can take it and stepping in behind the curtain. You try to clear your head as you stand under the freezing water and suds yourself up with vanilla scented body wash. You rinse yourself off one more time before escaping the cold and wrapping up in a warm towel before walking back into your bedroom to hear your phone buzzing on your desk.

H: I’m back

H: wow love it when you don’t text back

H: it turns me on

H: ignore me harder

Y/N: well if you insist

H: kidding

H: come back

Y/N: that’s what I thought

H: where did you go

Y/N: shower

H: ah someone took my advice

Y/N: no dipshit, someone took a shower

H: oh good

H: I was worried you only lasted fifteen minutes

Y/N: oh shut up

H: you shut up

Y/N: make me loser

H: I definitely can

H: but you might moan a little

Y/N: HARRY

H: see, told you

Y/N: the only moaning you’re getting out of me is in sheer annoyance dumbass

H: there we go

H: who needs flirting and affection when you can just have blind hatred

Y/N: you’re such an idiot

H: mmmmm say it again

Y/N: oh shut up

H: are we really going down that road again

Y/N: I don’t know

Y/N: I quite liked where we were headed before

H: you did?

Y/N: are you really going to make me spell it out for you?

H: fucking hell

H: I’m at work woman

Y/N: and now that’s an issue?

Y/N: you were talking pretty big game there Styles

H: okay fine

H: you have exactly three minutes to be naked on your bed while I get to the storage closet

H: and don’t you dare start without me

Your heart is absolutely hammering in your chest when your eyes read over the words as they pop up on your screen. Are you really doing this? While he’s at work? What the hell are you thinking? You know you should stop this right here before things get carried away but something else has already come over you and before you can think straight, you’re stripped of all your clothing, lying back against your headboard. The cold air oscillating from your ceiling fan has you covered in goosebumps nearly instantly, every hair on your body standing up and your jittering hands reaching for your phone to see if he’s texted back just as it starts to ring in your hand.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You swear under your breath, staring at your ceiling as your phone rings in your hand and you try to force yourself to answer it, “Fuck it.”

You answer the call and immediately want to slap yourself for doing so, trying to regulate your breathing as your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

“You naked, sweetheart?” He breathes through the phone, instantly making your thighs clench together.

“Maybe.” You say, your voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, come on,” He laughs, “Don’t start with that shy shit now, Y/N.”

“Who said I’m being shy?” You smirk, trying to be just as equally witty as he always is, “Perhaps I’m teasing.”

“And we all know just how good you are at that.” He chuckles, trying to break through the awkward tension between the two of you.

What is it about talking dirty to each other over the phone rather than in person that makes it so much harder?

“Surely I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You sigh sarcastically, adjusting the pillows underneath you to get comfortable.

“This innocent act isn’t gonna last sweetheart.”

“Oh, isn’t it?” You giggle, “What makes you so sure?”

“Well we could start with the soaking spot I’m sure you have in your underwear,” He says and you picture the proud smirk on his face when you let your eyes flutter closed, “And end with the fact that you’re on your bed naked for me right now if you’d like.”

“Now come on Styles,” You muse, sounding a lot braver than you feel, “I think we both know I’m the one running the show here, I’ve got you in a supply closet after all.”

“That you do babygirl,” He laughs, and you just know he’s shaking his head at you, “Now sit up against your headboard and spread your legs for me.”

“Way ahead of you.” You smirk, balancing the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you let your fingers lightly circle your opening, making your thighs clench.

“Fuck, of course you are,” He breathes, and you hear the clink of his belt buckle as he undoes it, “Do you have music playing?”

“Mhm,” You hum, “Brockhampton.”

“Jesus,” He pants, “I wanna fuck you to so many songs.”

“Oh yeah?” You hum once again, trying to not let your moans sound too pornstar as you slip your fingers past your entrance, “Like what?”

“I’ll tell you later, promise,” He grunts, “But right now I need you to move your hips as sinfully as you can and imagine it’s my face you’re riding instead of your fingers.”

“Ahead of you again,” You grin, trying to keep your panting in check as your fingers speed up, “You have really got to learn to catch up, H.”

“Fuck off.” He chuckles.

“Tell me what you want to do to me.” You breathe, shocking yourself as the words fall past your lips.

“Christ,” He hisses, and you can picture him biting his lip purple, “I want to tie you down and make you beg, fuck you till you can’t walk straight,” He pants, moans spilling out of his mouth in between every word, “Fuck, please tell me you’re touching yourself cause god knows I am.”

“Way past touching, Harry.” You laugh, your left hand reaching to your chest to tweak your nipples.

“What are you thinking about right now?” He asks.

“You.”

“What about me?” He inquires further.

“Riding you,” You gasp, nearly choking on the end of the word as you hit that perfect spot, “Pushing you down against my bed and climbing on top of you, sliding onto you, marking up your neck with my mouth.”

“Holy fuck,” He groans in the back of his throat, “I want to bend you over my bed and smack your ass so hard you can’t sit for two days.”

“But you’ll handcuff me first of course,” You tease, trying to get a rise out of him, “Right, Harry?”

“Fuck, I’ll chain you to the bed if you want.” He chuckles.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You bait him, whimpering as your left hand moves from your nipples back to your clit.

“Sweetheart, it can be whatever the hell you want it to be.”

Your stomach does a series of backflips when the words come out of his mouth in that deep gravelly tone and you find yourself beaming ear to ear as your head relaxes against the pillow behind you.

“You still stressed about calculus?” He teases.

“Funny,” You pant, “Can’t say calculus is necessarily in the forefront of my mind at the current moment, no.”

“Then I’d say I’m doing a pretty good job, huh?”

“Do you think you could get over here and put your mouth to better use than patting yourself on the back?” You suggest, biting your lip as you await his response.

“Don’t tease a weak man, Y/N,” He groans, a small chuckle escaping his mouth, “I don’t get off for another three hours.”

“It’ll be a lot sooner than that if I have anything to do with it.” You grin, an idea coming to fruition in your head.

“What? Y/N?”

You don’t answer any of his questions or respond to your name. Instead, you hang up hastily and climb off your bed, shimmying your underwear back up your legs followed by a pair of jeans and his plain yellow hoodie hanging in your closet.

You slip your phone in your back pocket as you shove your feet into a pair of sneakers and grab your keys, rushing out your bedroom door and nearly coming face to face with your roommate Matt. He has an all assuming smirk on his face as he takes a sip of the can of mountain dew in his hand, eyeing your haphazard outfit and messy hair.

“Heading out?” He laughs.

“Something like that,” You say quickly, heading for the front door, “How long have you uh, been home exactly?”

“Not long,” He shrugs, taking a seat on the couch as you open the door, “Of course it was long enough to hear you screaming, Oh Harry! Harry!”

You turn around with a start, shooting daggers at him as he moans obnoxiously loud, mocking the sounds you were undoubtedly making only minutes ago.

“Fuck off!” You shout, your face burning as you close the door behind you and collapse in the front seat of your car.

You start your car, swearing under your breath as you back out of your parking spot, your hands shaking nervously as you reluctantly make good on your promise, he’ll surely be getting off in a lot sooner than three hours.

 HARRY

 The call drops and he’s swearing under his breath as he fumbles with his phone trying to call you back, but it just rings over and over, angering him further. What kind of game are you trying to play? Getting him this worked up at work and then vanishing right when he’s at the edge.

He takes out his earbuds and tosses his phone back in his pocket with a huff of frustration, rubbing the back of his hand over his now sweaty forehead and lifting his damp hair out of his eyes. He grabs himself in his other hand once again, pumping his hand over his throbbing cock but without your breathy moans surrounding him through his headphones he just ends up frustrating himself even further.

“Fucking hell.” He pants under his breath, finally giving up and leaning against the storage room wall behind him.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to imagine your picture perfect chest right in front of him, your eyes rolled back in your head as you bounce on him, biting your lip to stifle your moans before he grabs your jaw and reminds you to be loud for him. The images running through his head are tantalizing for sure, but they’re nothing compared to the whimpers and mewls and filthy words you were spewing straight into his ears only a few minutes ago.

“Fuck it.” He huffs, standing back up straight and stuffing himself in his boxers.

When he buttons his jeans and does up his zipper, he’s thankful for the baggy t-shirt he decided to wear today. He adjusts himself another three times trying to get comfortable with his rock-hard cock straining against the confines of his clothes but once again he gives up and decides to just try and get through the rest of his shift already.

He unlocks the storage room door and emerges quietly, hoping he doesn’t raise any red flags with his other associate considering he was in there at least twenty minutes.

“Oh, there you are man,” Cody laughs, straightening the shirts on the front table, “Thought you might have went to get some food or something.”

“Nope,” He chuckles nervously, “Just uh, straightening all the shoes back there, it was a mess.” He explains, mentally slapping himself when he realizes he’s actually going to have to do that later now.

Cody goes on to complain about some other aspect of the store that’s equally messy but Harry doesn’t hear a word he says as his gaze lands on none other than Y/N, walking hurriedly down the aisle of stores and making a b-line for him as soon as they lock eyes.

“Hey um,” Harry speaks up, cutting Cody off, “Did you want to get out of here early tonight? I can close up myself, we’ve had like three people all night.”

“Serious dude?” Cody grins, “That would be awesome.”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it,” He shrugs, sending you a very pointed look warning you to stay outside, “Grab your stuff and clock out.”

“Thanks, Harry.” He smiles, patting him on the back as he passes him to the back room.

Harry beckons you over quickly, shushing you when you start to speak and nearly dragging you over to the door to the small storage closet.

“Stay in here and don’t make a fucking sound,” He says, his voice pure gravel, “You better be ready for me when I get back.”

Your legs clench on their own accord at the needy tone of his voice before he opens the door and shoves you inside, closing it once again. His head is a clouded, fuzzy mess as he drags his feet back over to the computer at the register and manually clocks Cody out so he can fucking get out of here already.

“Alright, I’m out of here man-“

“Already clocked you out, you’re all good dude.” Harry grins nearly painfully, leaning back against the counter.

“Oh, awesome, thanks,” Cody nods, hiking his skateboard up under his arm and walking towards the front of the store, “See you later.”

Harry lets out the biggest sigh of relief when Cody finally turns the corner and he runs to the entrance of the store, jumping up to grab the gate and pull it down to the floor, kicking the lock closed and nearly running back to the storage room where you’re waiting for him.

He throws the door open roughly and instantly grabs your face in his hands, smashing his lips onto yours as you reach out to grab the door handle and yank it closed. Your hands immediately reach for his belt buckle under his t-shirt, followed by the button and the zipper on his pants. You start to sink down to your knees, but he grabs your arms and stands you back up, lifting his hoodie up off you and biting back a moan as your full chest he was trying to picture earlier is now right in front of him.

“Wanna fuck you,” He grinds out, undoing your jeans as well, “Not gonna last if you try to blow me.”

You try not to laugh at how needy he is, already teetering on the edge. He sucks in a breath as you untuck him from his boxers, just barely pumping your hand over him while his cup your chest, making you whimper.

“You’re not gonna last either, huh?” He smirks proudly, giving your right nipple a pinch and making your knees wobble.

“Well I’m assuming we should be rather quick about this,” You breathe, stepping out of your jeans, “Can’t hide in here all night.”

“Fucking wish we could,” He pants, pressing his thumb against your center, “Lot more fun than folding t-shirts.”

You’re nearly doubling over in pleasure as he rubs his thumb against your clit over your soaking panties. He’s got that cocky smirk on his face as he eases them out of your slit and eases a finger inside you, making you gasp. He circles your clit, spreading your arousal before delving back inside you and making you lean against the wall behind you.

“Harry,” You breathe, “I could have fingered myself at home.”

You let your eyes flutter back open to catch the look on his face as he gives you a teasing glare, withdrawing his fingers from you once again and pushing them past his lips instead, hollowing his cheeks and sucking them clean.

“As you wish, princess.” He mocks, grabbing you in his arms roughly and pressing you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist.

You don’t even have time to worry about if you’re too heavy for him to be holding you up like this before he’s sliding into you and filling you to the hilt. You both gasp at the sudden contact, his head instantly falling to your shoulder, his lips messily sponging kisses down your jaw.

“Fuck how are you always,” He pants, pulling out and rutting into you again, “So tight.”

You can’t even comprehend the words coming out of his mouth as your hands thread through his hair, your head leaning back against the wall behind you as your back arches further with every thrust. He’s already so close, desperately thrusting into you at a punishing pace that has you moaning carelessly, nearly screaming his name despite the two of you being locked in a thin-walled closet.

“Please tell me you’re close.” He begs, his nails threatening to dig into the underside of your thighs as he grips you even tighter.

“So close, H,” You pant, grabbing desperately at his back and hardly noticing as you rake your nails across his skin, “Fuck, so close.”

“Cum with me then,” He groans, his moans purely guttural, “Come on Y/N, cum with me babygirl.”

His words are just enough to push you over the edge, squeezing your walls around him as your head rolls back against the wall behind you. Your eyes threaten to flutter closed as your orgasm washes over you, but you force yourself to watch him, relishing in the way his swollen pink lips part perfectly, his eyes screwing shut, and a colorful string of swears falling past his trembling lips. You feel him release inside you, making you clench around him again earning you a gravelly moan from the back of his throat.

He carefully sets you back on the ground, pulling out of you and the empty aching feeling between your thighs returns. He lifts up his t-shirt to wipe his forehead and you want to slap yourself when you feel your thighs still clenching together when you get a quick look at his hardened stomach, his jutting hips and very visible v-line making your mouth water. He pulls his shirt back down, snapping you out of your daze as he pulls his jeans back up and you stumble over yourself as you realize you should be doing the same.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of tonight?” He asks, running a hand through his thoroughly fucked out hair.

“Um,” You think aloud, “Not sure, might have a date with my couch and the ice cream in my freezer.”

“You want to organize some shoes instead?” He laughs, gesturing to the wall of shoe boxes beside you, “After I’ll take you out for all the ice cream you can eat.”

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mister long term booty call (fuckboyrry) masterpost

You and Harry have been best friends since middle school. What all started with sitting beside each other in English class has grown into an inseparable friendship of seven years. However, lines get a little blurred after you break up with your boyfriend of six months and Harry learns that also happens to be how long you’ve gone without sex. It’s safe to say he’s willing to give you a hand, or rather a finger ;)

fuckboyrry trailer

fuckboyrry playlist (I add songs as I find them and am always looking for suggestions to listen to and add)

Chapter One Sneak Peaks: 1  /  2  /  3

Chapter One: Did someone order a booty call for delivery? 

Chapter Two Sneak Peak: 1

Chapter Two: If I bust my ass, I’m gonna bust yours

Chapter Three: Please, daddy, teach me some manners

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mister long term booty call chapter three “Please, daddy, teach me some manners”

If you haven’t read the first two chapters you can read them here

If you’d like to watch the trailer I put out this week you can watch it here

And if you’d like to listen to a fuckboyrry inspired playlist while you read you can listen here 

Hope you all enjoy! :)

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November 4th, 2011

 “Jacob!” You shout, hoping to catch your friend before he gets on his bus.

He turns around with wide eyes, searching for whoever’s shouting his name and that’s when you see him walk up to Jacob, throwing his arm over his shoulder as both of them laugh about something he’s said.

No, that’s not possible. Jacob’s your only friend you’ve made this year so far and he’s friends with Harry?

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” Jacob calls, waving at you across the lawn, “This is that girl I was telling you about that’s like stupidly smart in my algebra class, she solves most of the equations before Mr. Lancy even finishes reading them.” He explains to Harry and you watch as the grin on Harry’s face grows when he realizes you two have a friend in common.

“Is that so?” Harry laughs, “She’s in my English class, we’re seat neighbors.”

“Oh no way!” Jacob grins, looking between the two of you, “You two already know each other! That’s awesome, we should all hang out sometime.”

You start to say, “No thanks,” at the same time that Harry says, “Definitely.”

Both of you stop midsentence and you look up to meet his wide eyes just as Jacob’s bus pulls up under the pavilion. He excuses himself from the awkward exchange between the two of you, assuring you both that he’ll see you tomorrow and suddenly the two of you are alone.

“You don’t like me much, do you?” Harry asks, that devious smile on his face as always.

“Took you long enough.” You groan, rolling your eyes as you turn away from him, but he jogs after you, grabbing the back of your shirt.

“What did I ever even do to you?” He laughs, shoving his sweaty hair out of his face, “This is a level of hatred I have yet to acquire within a few months of knowing someone.”

“You really have no idea, do you?” You ask inquisitively finally meeting his aloof gaze.

“Not a clue.”

You shake your head in disbelief, wishing you could shove him on the ground and walk away just like he did to you, “You ran straight into me,” You say finally, “On the first day, knocked me to the ground and didn’t even offer to help me up, just said watch it.”

“What?” He scoffs, “No I didn’t-oh wait-that was you?”

“Yup Styles, that was me,” You huff, turning away from him and putting in your earbuds, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to walk home.”

“You walk?” He asks, jogging to catch up and walk in front of you backwards.

“Don’t tell me you do too.” You groan, trying to sidestep him.

“Today I do,” He chuckles, turning around to walk beside you and grab the earbud out of your ear, “What are we listening to?”

“I’m listening to Neon Trees.” You quip, reaching to grab your earbud back.

“Gross,” He cringes, snatching your headphones out of the aux on your iPod and plugging it into his own, “This is Dance Gavin Dance, real music.”

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“Harry, Harry,” You laugh, grabbing him by the unruly curls on top of his head, “We’re already late.”

He lifts his head from sponging kisses up your neck with that usual shit-eating grin on his face. Your fingers are still wound through his hair and when you catch a glimpse of his sparkling eyes, his arms snaking even tighter around your waist, you find yourself pulling him up to meet your lips by his hair.

“What happened to we’re already late?” He grins against your lips and you pull away, giving him a glare.

“You know what, you’re right,” You smirk, climbing off his lap and returning to the passenger seat, “We should get in there.”

“Oh, come on Y/N,” He groans, grabbing at your hands and trying to pull you back to him, “I was joking, come on, five more minutes.”

You swat his hands away with a giggle, flipping open the visor mirror in the car and gasping when you see the countless pink splotches across your neck. You roll your eyes, flipping the mirror closed and turning back to him with daggers for eyes.

“Harry!” You scold, pointing to the red marks right at the hollow of your throat, “What were you thinking?”

“Your hair covers it just fine.” He reasons.

“No, it doesn’t!” You shriek, running a hand through your hair in frustration, “Please tell me you have a hoodie or something.”

“Um,” He hums, leaning over his console to shuffle through his backseat, “I have an extra t-shirt, here, you take the hoodie I’m wearing, and I’ll put on the shirt.”

He pulls his hoodie off and you’re surprised to see nothing underneath it, just rippling muscles and black sketches of ink across his skin. You drag your eyes away, refusing to let him catch you staring and take the red Santa Cruz hoodie, pulling it over your head. When you’re finished dressing you look over to see him now dressed in a rather wrinkled, thin white t-shirt. It’s baggy, the way all his shirts are, but it’s nearly see through, every single one of his stark black tattoos clearly visible through the fabric. You almost want to tell him to put the hoodie back on, you’ll deal with explaining the hickeys if it means he’s not walking around just about shirtless.

“You coming?” He laughs, and you look up suddenly to see him standing outside the car, twirling his keys around his finger.

“Oh, um, yeah.” You stutter, quickly clamoring out of his car and pushing the sleeves of his hoodie up on your arms.

He chuckles when he sees you struggling with the sleeves swallowing your hands and he stops just outside the door, tugging you over to him and taking your hand in his. He rolls each of your sleeves up rather meticulously, making them just the perfect length before looking back up at you with raised eyebrows, clearly waiting for you to say something.

“Thanks.” You laugh and he pulls away from you again, grabbing the door and following you inside.

“There they are!” Jacob grins sarcastically, “Fashionably late as always.”

“You know it,” Harry laughs, grabbing Jacob in a bro-hug before turning to the scoreboard, “Alright who’s ass I gotta beat?”

“Mitch is in the lead man,” Jacob laughs, nodding over to Mitch who’s rather proudly smirking in his chair, “He’s kicking all our asses.”

“For now,” Harry grins cockily as he grabs a ball, “Mitch, get over here.”

Harry turns to Jacob and Mitch in a huddle, throwing his arms over each of their shoulders as they whisper about who knows what. They all break from each other and Mitch sits down on the ground, grabbing the ball from Harry to put in front of him and both Harry and Jacob grab each of his arms.

“Guys! You’re gonna get us kicked out!” You scold through your laughter, watching as Harry and Jacob slide Mitch across the slippery wood of the bowling lane and use him to hit the ball straight into the gutter.

They’re all a mess of giggles as they watch the ball travel in slow motion down the gutter and Harry grabs Mitch’s hand, pulling him back off the ground. Harry and Jacob high five as Jacob’s girlfriend Selena stands up, grabbing a hot pink ball.

“You got it, babe.” Jacob grins, smacking her ass as he walks past her to which she turns around, sending him a glare.

“What shall we do next, boys?” Harry laughs, taking a sip of Jacob’s Mountain Dew from the table behind you.

“Spin me around a ton and then give me the ball and let’s see what happens.” Jacob shrugs, shoveling a handful of fries into his mouth.

“You’re gonna fall on your ass is what’s gonna happen.” Mitch chuckles.

You hear the clatter of pins and look over to see that Selena hit a whole two of them. She sulks back over, and Jacob throws his arm over her shoulders, pecking her temple and the small gesture makes your stomach flutter and your eyes dart to Harry. When you look up at him, he’s already staring before he clears his throat and grabs Mitch by the shoulders, jostling him.

“You ready to go, buddy?” He jokes, shoving Mitch towards the ball return.

Mitch grabs a light blue ball and just as he walks up to the edge of the lane, Harry grabs a lime green ball as well and walks up right beside him. You can’t hear what they’re saying but the mischievous looks on their faces is all you need to see to know they’re up to something.

“Alright,” Mitch laughs, “One, two, three!”

You hold your breath as they both throw their balls down the lane and burst out laughing as they run away from the catastrophe they’ve caused as the balls smack together before both falling into the gutters on either side.

“What the hell are you guys thinking?” Selena laughs, playfully smacking Mitch in the arm.

“Bowling’s fucking boring,” Harry shrugs, “Gotta liven it up a bit somehow.”

“By getting us in trouble?” Selena quips as your roommate Matt stands from his chair to take his turn.

“Who’s gonna come after us?” Harry smirks, “The fucking bowling police?”

Jacob and Mitch crack up along with him and Harry collapses into the seat beside you, grabbing Jacob’s Mountain Dew again. He nonchalantly throws his arm over the back of your chair and you try to hide your smile, looking up at him with a glare but there’s nothing but a giant shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hey, what are we doing after this?”  Harry speaks up.

“My house?” Jacob shrugs, looking between all of you to see what you think.

“You down?” Harry asks, nudging you with his arm sitting behind you.

“Course.” You nod and he leans in a little, making your breath catch in your throat as his eyes dart to your lips before he reaches up and just tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

You let out a sigh of relief and he chuckles, clearly pleased with himself getting you so nervous and worried that easily. You smack him in the chest as he sits back against his seat and he groans, acting as if it actually hurt before you burst out laughing with him, shoving him out of his seat when it’s his turn to bowl again.

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“Hey, hey, hey, no, that is not how this works,” Harry jokes, poking you in the arm, “You said dare.”

“But then I clearly stated I would prefer truth.” You challenge, poking him back and making him laugh.

“Fine, truth then,” Jacob chuckles, “Umm, how about, uhh, what’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Immediately you know your face is as red as a tomato and the room is suddenly a thousand degrees hotter. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you and you just know he’s staring you down with that same cocky smirk you’re so used to.

“Oh my god Jacob, stop being gross,” Selena scoffs, shoving him over and nearly making him spill his beer, “Have you ever smoked before?”

You almost laugh when the question leaves her mouth, “With these four guys as friends?” You scoff, pointing to all of them, “Of course I have.”

They all burst out laughing and Harry throws his arm over your shoulders, “Guilty as charged.” He chuckles, jostling you around and making you grin so hard your cheeks hurt.

“Alright Harry, your turn,” Mitch says, rubbing his hands together deviously, “Truth or dare.”

“Come on, you already know,” Harry says, rolling his eyes, “Dare.”

“Hmm,” Mitch thinks, tapping his chin dramatically, “How about I dare you to kiss Y/N?”

Immediately your whole body locks up, every joint becoming rigid and your muscles tensing to the tenth degree. You’re about to interject when your roommate Matt beats you to it.

“Not much of a dare when they’re already fucking each other guys.” Matt laughs and as soon as the words come out of his mouth you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

“Fucking each other?” Jacob scoffs, turning to the both of you, “No fucking way.”

You look at Harry at the same time he looks at you, both of your eyes wide and your eyebrows raised as if to say, ‘what the fuck are we gonna do?’

“Was that not common knowledge?” Matt asks, “You guys were pretty nonchalant about fucking on every square inch of our apartment for it to be some big secret.”

“Matt, shut up!” You shriek, covering your burning hot face with your hands.

“Every square inch, huh?” Mitch laughs and Harry reaches over and smacks him the arm.

“Well get on with it then,” Matt says, gesturing between the two of you, “Don’t go getting shy now.”

You uncover your eyes to glare at him and he bursts out laughing as you turn to face Harry and he gives you that stupid cocky smirk as always. You’re about to lean in for the quickest peck you can manage when Harry suddenly grabs your face in his hands, leaning into you with his tongue stuck out.

“Ew! Harry gross!” You cringe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Come on babe, it’s just a kiss” He teases, “What’s wrong?”

You sit there all scrunched up waiting for his tongue to hit your mouth but instead it’s his lips and he’s giggling like a little schoolgirl as he moves his lips against yours.

“Kiss me back you little shit.” He mumbles against your lips and you burst out laughing, pulling away from him to lean your head back in laughter just before you sit back up and grab his face yourself this time.

You press your lips to his and immediately he’s smiling against your mouth, his tongue working obnoxiously against yours and suddenly you’re laughing again as everyone else starts groaning in distaste as the both of you horribly make out.

“Jesus Christ guys,” Jacob laughs, “Save some for the bedroom.” 

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“How’s it look boss?” Matt laughs from the top of the ladder, finishing up with the last of the gold and black streamers draping across the living room.

“Really good actually.” You nod, closing the door behind you as you nearly trip over Harry’s skateboard in the hallway.

“How was work?” Harry asks, appearing from around the corner with flushed cheeks and you find yourself wondering what he’s been doing until he pulls a balloon from his pocket and starts blowing it up.

“Alright I guess, still should be illegal to keep the mall open on fucking New Year’s,” You sigh, dropping your bag and kicking off your shoes, “I think I’m just gonna go take a shower.”

“I’ll join you.” Harry speaks up, dropping the now inflated balloon he was blowing up a few seconds ago.

You turn around to meet his mischievous grin and raised eyebrows, awaiting your answer as you make your way to the bathroom and open the door, “Ladies first.” You tease and he shoves you over, pulling you in after him and shutting the door roughly.

You start the shower and almost instantly the room is fogging up. You surprise yourself when you grab him by the hem of his shirt and tug him over to you, helping him lift it over his head and finally letting your eyes rest on the many swirls of black ink across his chest and shoulders.

“Have you thought about getting any new tattoos recently?” You ask, the thought falling from your mouth before you can catch it.

“A couple.” He shrugs.

“Which one’s your favorite?” You ask, your finger lightly tracing over the left sparrow on his chest.

“Hm,” He hums, his eyes scanning over his skin, “Probably this one.” He nods, pointing to the framed skull on the back of his arm.

He turns a bit so you can get a good look at it, unable to stop yourself as your fingers brush over it, scanning over every line and bit of shading throughout it.

“How about you?” He asks, almost startling you, “Which one’s your favorite?” He smirks, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and tugging them down.

“I um, uh,” You stutter, momentarily thrown off, “I don’t know.”

Your eyes drift over each sketch inked in his skin; the bible, the eagle, the years his parents were born, the laurels over his hips.

“There’s too many to decide,” You laugh, “Am I missing any?”

You know he’s caught onto exactly what you’re doing when that knowing smirk returns to his face. He grabs the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down to his ankles, quirking his eyebrow up and you and making you blush like mad.

“I don’t know,” He smirks, “Are you missing any?”

You shove him over to which he laughs as you take to stripping yourself, tossing your clothes into a heap and pulling him into the shower with you. He nearly trips getting in as you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his stomach as you look up at him.

“How many do you have?” You ask, yet another question falling past your lips without your volition.

“Um, not sure.” He shrugs.

“You don’t have any idea how many you have?” You gasp, detaching yourself from him to soak your hair.

“Last time I counted it was like thirty-two but that was ages ago.” He explains, lathering up shampoo in his hair.

You’re surprised to hear that he has at least thirty tattoos but as your eyes rake over the countless sketches across his skin, you shouldn’t be. It’s probably over forty now. You hardly realize it as you start counting them, mouthing the numbers to yourself as you lift each of his arms to see the ones on his ribcage and the undersides of his biceps.

“What are you doing?” He laughs.

“Hush.” You quip, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around to make sure you didn’t miss any.

You turn him back around and he looks as you with raised eyebrows as he ducks under the water to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, “So, what’s the verdict?” He asks and you realize that he caught on.

“Fifty-one,” You nod, “What do you think you’re gonna get next?”

“Don’t know,” He laughs, and you can tell he’s surprised when you grab the loofa and start to wash his chest, “Think I might hold off for a bit before I run out of space.”

“You could just stop getting dumb ones.” You tease, moving up to wash his shoulders.

“Hey, I don’t have dumb ones.” He scoffs, snatching the loofa from your hand and washing the rest of himself.

“Harry,” You laugh, “You have ‘big’ on your big toe.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” He smirks, trying to stay serious but you see the small crack of a smile already shining through.

“Oh, nothing,” You giggle, “I think it’s super classy.”

He finally caves, his usual grin returning to his face as he shoves you under the stream of water, making you sputter in protest before he tilts your chin up to face him and he leans down to kiss your pouted mouth.

“You were saying?” He mumbles against your lips, making you gasp into his mouth when his hands grab your ass and you find yourself throwing your arms over his shoulders.

“Harry,” You breathe, taking in a deep gasp of air to clear your head, “People are gonna be here in like twenty minutes.”

He hangs his head on his shoulders as his hands move up to wrap around your waist instead. You laugh as he pouts, slouching down to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Come on pouty boy,” You laugh, turning off the water and standing him back upright, “The party will be over before you know it.”

You step out of the shower and quickly wrap up in a towel, tossing him one too before you slip into your bedroom next door to get dressed. You expect him to come in after you, but your door remains closed as you carefully pick out a satin black thong to put underneath your fishnets and severely ripped black jeans. You’re just stretching your sheer black shirt over your matching black satin bra when he finally walks through your bedroom door and instantly his eyes are about to fall out of his head.

“What do you think?” You ask, doing a little spin.

“Looks uh, looks good,” He says, nodding, “Do you um, have one of my hoodies I can wear?”

“Yeah I should,” You say, pushing past him to shuffle through your closet just as music erupts from the living room, “Guess the party has started.” You laugh, tossing him the black hoodie you found in your closet.

He shrugs it on over his head and it’s almost unfair how good he looks in just a pair of black ripped jeans and a plain black hoodie. He sorts his hair out again in your mirror and you roll your eyes as he checks himself out just a little bit.

“You ready to get out there?” You smirk, bumping your hip against his.

“Honestly,” He sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, “Not really.”

“Nuh, uh, uh, Styles, you’re not getting into these pants until next year,” You tease, kissing his cheek, “I’ve got to get my New Year’s kiss first.”

“I’ll give you as many New Year’s kisses as you want-“

“Midnight, Harry,” You scold, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room behind you, “After midnight we can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” He smiles deviously, pulling you back to him.

“Put that grin away and go get me a drink.” You laugh, shoving him off of you and pushing him in the direction of the kitchen.

You meet eyes with your friend Cassidy from your math class as soon as he disappears around the corner and you cross the living room to join the conversation between her, Jacob, and his girlfriend Selena.

“There you are bro,” Jacob laughs, grabbing you for a hug, “I was wondering where the lovely hostess was hiding out.”

“I’m hardly the hostess,” You sigh, “This might as well be Matt’s party.”

“Well can he liven it up a bit?” Cassidy groans, “How about a game of beer pong?” She suggests, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the fold up card table covered in cups.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m down for beer pong.” You say, shaking your head.

“Oh, come on sweetheart, you worried I’m gonna kick your ass or something?” Harry smirks, reappearing from the kitchen and discretely pinching your ass as he walks behind you to the other side of the table.

“Oh, we’re on separate teams now?” You ask, raising your eyebrows, “If I remember correctly, you were begging me to play on your team a few weeks ago.”

“Woah, woah, woah, easy tiger, I wasn’t begging you for anything.” Harry corrects, teaming up with Jacob to fill each up on the table with beer.

“So, what’ll it be then? Girls versus guys?” Selena asks, coming back from the kitchen with another six pack of Coors, “Cause me and these girls will demolish you guys.”

You look up to meet Harry’s face but he’s already staring, that mischievous smirk spreading onto his face when he realizes you’ve seen him. He sends you a wink, mouthing something about demolishing you later tonight and you roll your eyes, flipping him off with a grin. He feigns surprise, holding his hand over his heart in shock and both of you bite your lips trying not to burst out laughing.

“Well let’s get this shit rolling then, huh? Who’s going first?” Jacob asks excitedly, his eyes already glassy.

“Ladies first,” Harry shrugs, bowing obnoxiously and letting you have the table, “Do your worst, girls.”

“Why thank you, gentlemen.” You smirk, lining up to the table first and grabbing the ball from Cassidy.

You make a real show of it, lining up your arm and practicing your throw to land it dead center. You make eye contact with Harry just before you throw the ball, blowing him a kiss and letting the ball finally leave your hand and sink straight into the cup. He can hardly mask the surprise on his face, and you smirk triumphantly as he shakes his head. You’re more than okay with getting him thoroughly riled up tonight.

Jacob steps forward to grab the cup but Harry pushes him out of the way, taking it himself. His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings the cup to his lips and chugs it down in a few gulps. He throws the empty cup behind him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and steps up to the table himself.

“You got this, sweetheart.” You mock, earning yourself a glare.

His serious stare just barely cracks into a smile as he leans over, arching his arm and getting ready to throw, “Watch it, Y/N.”

“Believe me,” You tease, “I’m watching.”

Your words seem to throw him off his game at the last second and the ping pong ball just bounces off the edge of one of the cups before landing on the table. He stands back up with a huff, his eyes locking onto yours and narrowing. The game continues with Jacob and Selena taking the table but you’re still staring at each other, rather flirtatiously glaring at each other, a whole conversation being had with your eyes.

“Yes!” Selena shouts suddenly, “Drink up, babe!”

You turn back to the game to see another cup missing from your side of the table and a very annoyed Jacob is chugging it down. He manages to make a cup and Selena gulps it down in record timing. Soon the table is nearly empty and you’re both down to two cups each.

“Alright Cassidy, no pressure but, we have to win.” Selena laughs, lining her up in front of the table.

She’s only made one cup all night and she’s against Matt who joined the boys’ side about halfway through and hasn’t missed a cup yet. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you as you show her how to line herself up to sink the ball. She bounces it against the table confidently and you suck in a breath as it heads right for the cup. It spins around the rim and you’re almost sure it’s going to bounce out right before it falls in.

“I did it!” She grins, jumping up and down.

You and Selena both grab her, joining in the jumping and sticking your tongues out at the boys. Matt chugs the cup she made and then lines up to sink another cup but the ball misses by a millimeter.

“What the fuck was that, Matt?” Jacob shouts, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

“Let’s go babe,” Harry smirks, stepping up to the table, “Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.”

“How about I show you how it’s done?” You counter, bouncing the ball against the table before he has a second to think and landing it straight into their last cup.

You watch as Harry’s mouth falls open, his eyes wide as he stares at you in pure shock. You know he had every intention of getting in your head right before this round where your team had the chance to win and he had the chance to catch up.

“Girls win!” Selena shouts, grabbing you and Cassidy and pulling you into a group hug.

You meet Harry’s eyes amongst the jumping and squealing and you can tell he’s trying to look mad but there’s quite the grin on his face. You break away from the girls to grab the last cup off the table before snatching one of the left-over cups on your side for yourself.

“Good game, Styles,” You laugh, shoving the cup in his hands, “Drink up.”

He takes the cup from your hands and slings his other arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, “I think it’s safe to say you girls won because you happen to have phenomenal teachers.” He teases.

“Bullshit,” You scoff, “I owe all of my success to my grade school basketball coach.”

“Yeah, alright,” He chuckles, taking the cup of beer out of your hand and setting it on the kitchen counter, “What are we drinking?”

“Any sangria back there?” You smirk, leaning on the counter as he bends down to grab the bottle of rum he knows you hide under the sink.

“Nope,” He laughs, “But I do have rum, Hawaiian Punch, and orange juice.”

“And what is that supposed to be?” You ask as he pours three shots of rum into both of the cups in front of him.

“Poor man’s hurricane,” He laughs, filling the rest of the cups with punch and orange juice, and passing it to you, “Bottoms up.”

You bump your cup against his and take a sip, your mouth instantly sated by the explosion of flavor after sticking to mainly cheap beer all night.

“It’s good, huh?” He grins, clearly proud of himself.

“Not too shabby, Styles.” You smile, letting him lead you back to the living room with his arm loosely around your waist.

It’s almost weird, being around all your friends in this very public atmosphere with Harry’s hand around your waist. You know it doesn’t mean anything, he’s always been a real clingy drunk from the beginning, always following you around parties like a wandering puppy or guiding you through them with his arm slung around your shoulders, leaning most of his drunken weight on you, but this definitely feels different.

“So, are you sure we have to wait till after midnight?” He asks, his hand suddenly moving further south and gripping your ass, “Because I would be absolutely fine with going back to your room right about now and-“

Before he can say anything else, Jacob and Matt both call the attention of the partygoers to the front of the living room as they stumble their way on top of the coffee table.

“Somebody! Get the music!” Jacob yells over the crowd and automatically the music dies down to a low buzz in the background.

“Alright, who’s ready for a booze cruise?” Matt shouts, throwing his cup in the air.

“What the hell is a booze cruise?” You ask, leaning over to Harry but before he can even open his mouth, Selena jumps in.

“Oh, just a chugging contest where men take advantage of getting to sit ridiculously close to you in order to make a ‘boat’.” She huffs, rolling her eyes.

“Everyone’s cup needs to be filled right up to the top line, no cheaters or you forfeit the race!” Jacob explains, “But first, how about two team captains?”

You look up at Harry, expecting him to surge forward but he stays right where he is. You rush forward instead, climbing on top of the coffee table right next to Matt.

“Well alright then,” Matt laughs, “Y/N annnnddd-“

“Me.”

You look around the crowd trying to find the source of the voice, but you don’t have to look far before she’s pulling herself up onto the table and standing tall in front of you. It’s none other than Tiffany, Harry’s last flavor of the month that you’re sure he hasn’t bothered to text back for the past couple weeks.

“Alright ladies, pick your teams!” Jacob grins, drunkenly oblivious to the awkward tension between me and Tiffany as she shoots daggers at you.

“I’ll take Selena.” You smirk, knowing she’s the queen of chugging contests at every party.

“Good choice,” Tiffany nods, “I’ll take Harry.”

You wish you could conceal the surprise on your face when the words come out of her mouth. You know she’s trying to mess with you but why should you even care? Harry’s not yours for the taking in the first place, you don’t care who’s team he plays on. They can go make out in the bathroom when this is all over for all you care.

“I um, I’m not playing.” Harry says, his eyes darting between the two of you.

“Oh, come on Harry, don’t be a party pooper.” Tiffany smirks.

He drags himself over to stand beside her and you can feel his eyes on you the entire time, but you don’t give her the satisfaction of looking back at him.

“Alright I’ll take Cassidy, Emily, Anna, and Tana.” You say, flashing Tiffany your fakest smile.

“All girls,” Tiffany scoffs, “Have fun losing, I’ll take Jacob, Matt, Jeremy, and Mitch.”

The boys crowd the table in front of Tiffany as your girls join you and all of you are handed a cup of beer that has apparently been filled to the perfect amount. The music is turned back up as each of your groups assemble on opposite sides of the living room.

“My god, we haven’t got a chance.” Anna sighs, looking over at Tiffany’s testosterone fueled bunch.

“Oh, have a little faith, I think we’ve got it covered,” Selena smirks, sliding up next to you with one hell of a mischievous look on her face, “Alright ladies, me and Y/N will be anchoring the back of this ship. If you’re a wuss and you know it, get your ass to the front, if you know you can down that shit, feel free to chill in the middle.”

In a flurry of drunken movements, your team is assembled into a straight line, each of you slotting your legs around the girl in front of you on the ground. You can literally feel Harry’s eyes piercing into your skull from across the room, but you choose to ignore it.

“Alright Y/N, here’s the plan,” Selena whispers just close enough for you to hear, “When it gets to us, both of us are just going to take off our shirts and dump our drinks on ourselves, okay? If she thinks she’s getting away with stealing both of our men for her petty shit, she’s got another thing coming.”

“Harry’s not my man,” You laugh, “I don’t care what he does, and I certainly don’t care what she thinks of me, besides, what is pouring our drinks on us going to do?”

“Are you kidding?” Do you think Harry’s seriously going to be able to focus on chugging a beer if you’re across the room half naked?” She smirks, quirking her eyebrow up.

“Perhaps not.” You laugh, now understanding her tactic.

“There we go, now let’s freaking win this thing!” She grins, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you.

“Teams at their marks!” Jacob shouts.

“Hey Tiffany,” You call across the room, not knowing where the hell your sudden burst of confidence is coming from, “Care to make this interesting?”

“What did you have in mind?” She asks sharply.

“How about the losers take a naked lap?” You ask loudly enough that the rest of the partygoers can hear your proposition.

Suddenly and uneasy murmuring takes over your two teams but the rest of the house erupts into wild cheering. You look down the line to see Harry dead last in the same spot as you with his jaw on the ground. It’s been a while since anyone’s suggested the naked lap, the last time being Harry’s senior year of high school. You only roll your eyes at him, it’s as if he can’t believe you’d ever suggest such a thing.

“Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink already, Y/N?” Jacob laughs, “You gonna make it through this game?”

“Oh, shut up Jacob, I could kick your ass black out drunk,” You tease, turning back to Tiffany, “So what’ll it be? Are we doing this or what?”

“Why not?” She shrugs, “I’m sure plenty of guys here have been dying to see that hot little ass of yours in the nude.”

You raise an eyebrow at her before your gaze darts to Harry, wanting to catch a glimpse of his reaction. His mood is steadily darkening the longer this game continues, he’s nearly fuming at this point.

“Well let’s have at it shall we?” You taunt, turning back to Harry once again, “You ready, sweetheart?”

He rolls his eyes, the muscle in the side of his jaw ticking with poorly veiled annoyance. You smirk at him, blowing him a kiss and turning back to Jacob.

“If you two are finished,” Jacob laughs, “On your mark! Get set! Chug!”

Emily heading your team takes her cup and downs it as fast as she can but it’s not fast enough. Tiffany’s team takes an immediate lead with Jeremy in the front. By the time it gets to Anna, you’re a cup and a half behind. She downs hers faster than you would have thought possible and upends the empty cup on top of her head.

“I can’t wait to see your hot ass take a lap around my house, babe!” Jacob shouts to Selena as soon as he’s finished his cup.

She rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger as Cassidy struggles to finish the cup, “I hope you like the cold baby!”

With that, she winks at him and upends the full cup of beer all over her chest. She smirks devilishly at him, letting it soak through her dangerously thin black halter top.

“Oops.” She taunts, pulling her shirt down even lower on her chest until the top of her bright pink bra is visible.

The entire house erupts into wild cheering except for Tiffany and Harry who are both glaring at me. Matt just laughs before downing his beer in a couple large gulps. Suddenly, we’re neck and neck as Ashlyn starts chugging down her cup and Harry gets ready to finish it out.

“You just gonna sit there, Y/N?” He taunts, finally speaking up for the first time.

“Don’t you worry Styles; I’ve got a little something up my sleeve.”

You shoot him a grin before mimicking Selena’s actions. You throw your sheer shirt onto the ground beside you and dowse your entire chest in the foamy alcohol. Giggling ridiculously, you shake out your hair and send a wink to Tiffany before setting your empty cup on top of your head, now dressed in solely your jeans and a black satin bra.

“And we have a winner! New reigning champ!” Matt grins.

Tiffany is raging as everyone stands from their places and Harry’s eyes are glued to your chest. You know how it looks, your fishnets pulled up high on your hips and your bra hardly leaving anything to the imagination, now sticky and wet from the beer you just drenched yourself in.

“Awe, poor boys. Better start stripping.” Selena giggles, sauntering forward.

“I’m definitely looking forward to this little performance.” You smile, coming to stand right in front of Harry.

You throw your arm around Selena’s shoulders and flip your damp hair off your neck. Harry is just as mad as Tiffany. You can see his increasingly short temper rolling in his darkened green eyes. He’s pissed.

“Alright Tiffany, time to make good sweetie, you’re the one that made a deal with the devils.” Selena smirks, eyeing her up and down.

“I don’t have to do shit,” Tiffany spits, “You two cheated.”

“Like anyone’s going to complain about that,” Selena laughs, “Now come on, quit bitching and strip.”

The rest of her team has already shed a few layers. Mitch is down to his boxers and Jacob’s shirt is nowhere to be found.

“A good captain always goes down with their ship.” You smirk, winking at Tiffany before sauntering forward and sealing your lips to Harry’s.

You expect him to shove you off, not wanting to make a public spectacle while the two of you are supposed to be a sort of secret but he holds onto you tighter than necessary, deepening the kiss, his tongue suddenly punishing yours. He pulls away, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging harshly before moving his lips to your ear.

“When I get back, I’m going to rip you out of these,” He says, tugging sharply on the waistband of your fishnets, “And fuck you into oblivion.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Styles,” You smirk, trying to ignore the way your thighs are clenching together, “After midnight.”

He rolls his eyes and spins on his heel, stalking to the back of the house, and yanking his hoodie up over his head. Suddenly he’s a flurry of gorgeously rippling back muscles that make you mouth water. You take Selena’s hand and both of you run to the front of the house to watch the show.

A loud shriek of whoops and catcalls sound off as Tiffany’s team rounds the house at a full sprint. It’s a hoard of toned men, all running without a stitch of clothing. You catch Harry’s furious glare, he’s towards the front of the pack and easily identifiable by the tattoos covering every inch of his chest and arms. You and Selena each send out a shrill whistle as him and Jacob pass before erupting into fits of laughter.

You head back into the house, waiting for Harry’s grand return. The entire atmosphere of the room changes when his brooding form stalks inside. He hasn’t even bothered to button his pants or fasten his belt. They’re hanging dangerously low on his hips, his hoodie slung over one incredibly toned shoulder, revealing his downright likable v-line. The black ink swirls deliciously across the top of his chest and around both of his arms, darkening his shadow of an aura. Sweat slides in rivulets down his heated skin, his chest rising and falling, whether it be from anger or exertion, it’s impossible to tell.

He pushes his wild hair up off his face with one hand as he stalks over to you. Your breath is nearly caught in your throat as the menacing look contorts his features.

“I believe I have a promise to make good on.” He growls, on hand shooting forward to wrap around your waist.

His fingers dig into your hip, yanking you to him. His change of mood is shocking but not at all unwelcome. You’ve never seen him quite like this as you stare up at his towering height. You’re completely spellbound, the party around you falling away as his eyes lock onto yours.

“That you do.” You breathe, still staring unmoving, completely lost in the never-ending depths of his dangerously green eyes.

Every memory of you telling him to wait till midnight as been erased. You’re nearly a blank slate as you stare up at him and a slow, lopsided smirk spreads its way across his face. God, you hate him and that stupid smirk, but you can feel your own expression mirroring his.

“Come on sweetheart.”

He takes your hand and nearly drags you behind him to your bedroom door. As soon as you pass the threshold, all of your remaining self-control disintegrates in a sharp snap of motion. You collide, limbs tangling together as you fight your way to the bathroom. You fall into your established pattern, both of you fighting for control before submitting to the other at one time or the next. You give into him and let him spin you, shoving you into the shower. You stumble backwards until your back hits the cool tile of the shower. He stands just outside, still staring you down. His chest is heaving with some unnamed emotion and you’d be lying if you said you’re not the least bit intimidated. You’ve never seen him this way, so dark and distant.

“Turn on the water.” He says, his voice calculated as he slowly slides the black leather belt out from the loops of his jeans,  the muscles in his arms and chest flexing.

“Ruin these tights and I’ll kill you.” You warn, obeying his command.

You need to wash the alcohol out of your clothes anyways but with the mood he’s suddenly in, you can’t be sure he won’t actually rip you out of them.

“I’ll do what I like.”

“Try again Styles, you pop a single seam and we’ll be taking a raincheck till Valentine’s day.”

Your voice rises slightly in order for him to hear over the pounding of the water behind you. It drenches you as you step into it, the fabric of your jeans plastering itself against every curve and dip of you body. He nods slightly, the only affirmation you get that he’s heard your threat.

“That was quite a show you put on, huh?” He murmurs, slowly sliding each leg out of his pants.

He lets them fall in a heap to the floor along with his belt, hoodie, and soon after, his briefs. With excruciating and deliberate slowness, he crosses the space between you. Even from your spot only a few feet away, it’s impossible to see any of the gold flecks you know to reside in his emerald irises, his pupils completely dilated. Warning bells sound in your head but you ignore them. You suck in a sharp breath, trying and failing to steady your frayed nerves. Who is this man in front of you?

“I’m not quite sure you understand what that did to me,” He says darkly, taking one large step forward, “I was very tempted to throw your ass over my shoulder and leave so I could spank the goddamn shit out of you in private after you pulled that little stunt.”

Holy shit.

You’re suddenly angry and more than a little disappointed that he didn’t follow through with those dangerously alluring inclinations. That would have been interest, very interesting. Is this how he is? With other girls? Is this the Harry Styles experience, this dark and brooding show he’s putting on rather than the giggly flirtatious loser you’re used to?

“Why didn’t you?” You challenge, cocking an eyebrow up at him.

“Anticipation baby,” He smirks, “It’s all about anticipation.”

“Is that why you’re moving slower than an eighty-year-old woman?” You counter, gesturing to his feet that have hardly moved.

“I’d prefer to refer to it as taking my time, savoring the moment.” He says, looking at you with his eyebrows drawn together and his arms folded across his chest.

“I’d rather be savoring something else.” You shoot back, crossing your own arms mockingly.

“God, we really do need to work on your patience Y/N.” He chuckles, finally cracking and taking a few steps towards you.

“Oh right, my patience, please daddy, teach me some manners.” You groan, rolling your eyes obnoxiously.

He let’s out a sigh when the word daddy falls past your lips and you can’t even help containing your surprise as you raise your eyebrows suggestively and he immediately realizes you’ve caught on.

“Oh my god,” You laugh, “No way, that’s totally doing it for you, isn’t it?”

“Jesus, no, shut up!” He stutters, clearly flustered as his cheeks go pink.

“Oh, come on daddy, aren’t you going to-“

His eyes narrow and he finally closes the gap of space between you, making you suck in a sharp breath before you can finish your sentence. Suddenly he’s close enough that you can feel the heat of his body radiating onto your own and your breath is nearly caught in your throat at the sudden proximity.

“I guess we could start with obedience.” He grins, the small crack in his dark façade making your stomach somersault.

“I’m shit at obedience.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve noticed.” He smirks, a hint of that same grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“So, what are you planning to do about it?” You ask eagerly, chewing on your bottom lip to keep your thighs from clenching.

“I find it’s best to take control early on without revealing your entire hand.” He grins devilishly, his words dancing across your skin and his voice reverberating in your ears.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call this taking control,” You chide, “I’d call it curious experimentation at best-“

“Would you care for a demonstration?” He smirks, cutting you off.

“Oh, would I? I thought you’d never-

His mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing the rest of your sentence and effectively cutting you off. His tongue grazes harshly against your bottom lip and you open up to him more than willingly. His hands furiously explore your body, one finally coming to rest at the nape of your neck, holding you to him. His other digs firmly into your rip, rolling you against him. Your hands wind their way around his abdomen and chest before circling to the back of his shoulders. You dig your nails into his flesh and run them down the length of his back, leaving stark red trails etched into his tanned skin. You swallow the low guttural moan that explodes from his mouth when you do so and take his bottom lip between your teeth, mimicking his actions from earlier.

“For fuck’s sake woman.” He growls, glaring at you with those impossibly green eyes.

You’re both turned on and frustrated, you need to kick this up a few notches. With tortuous lethargy, he tugs your pants to your ankles and slides one long, skilled finger where you need him most. You duck your head, resting your cheek against his chest as he continues to tease you further. Struggling to hold on, you bite back your moan as he curls his fingers suddenly, chuckling to himself as a shudder rocks through you.

“You better push me up against this wall in the next two seconds, so help me god-“

“Oh no, sweetheart,” He smirks, “Patience remember.”

You dig your nails into him further, clenching your jaw. You’re balancing precariously on the edge and you know that it will only take a few very carefully timed motions and it’ll be game over.

Lifting your head, you glare up at him, “Harry, I swear-“

“Quiet now, don’t make me silence that bratty mouth of yours.” He grins deviously, swirling his fingers once again.

You shatter nearly instantly under the combination of his words and cautious movements. Your entire body shakes as you struggle to control the euphoria coursing through you. You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction he craves. All of that foreplay and he wastes an orgasm on finger fucking you? No way. You’re pissed and whatever patience you did possess, it’s gone. Now, it’s your turn.

You grab him by the shoulders and pull him to you, right under the water and pin him against the shower wall. His eyes are wide as you do so, raking over my nearly bare chest and then down my fishnet covered legs. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair. He groans nearly on cue as you press yourself against him and roll your hips into his, your mouth continuing its sucking and biting assault on his neck. Your lips move further south with every kiss you sponge to his wet skin, your hands trailing over his chest, arms, and back. Suddenly you’re on your knees in front of him, your hands gripping his thighs and your mouth dangerously close to where you’re sure he’d prefer it. You fan your breath across him, making goosebumps cover every inch of his skin and his breathing run ragged. You lean forward and he sucks in a breath of anticipation just as you kiss the inside of his thigh and stand back to your feet.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N, you can’t just-“

You put your finger to his lips, silencing him, “I can, and I did. Now, are we going to do this, or do I need to change the temperature of the shower?”

Your words are more of a challenge than a question and he knows that. He mutters a jumble of unintelligible curses under his breath before his face finally cracks into that shit eating grin he wears so well before he cups your face with both hands, pulling you to him.

“You goddamn tease.” He grins, shaking his head and roughly grabbing your hips.

“What happened to that patience is a virtue bullshit?” You giggle, winding your fingers back into his soaking hair.

“What we are about to do is in no way virtuous, sweetheart.” He scoffs, pushing you against the wall.

“You might be right about that one, Styles.” You smirk, cocking an eyebrow up at him as he shoots you a wicked grin.

“Jump.” He commands, ducking his head so that his mouth is at your ear, his teeth closed around your earlobe and tugging.

For once, you actually do as you’re told and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist and threading your fingers back through his hair.

“Atta girl.” He breathes, lining himself up.

He slides into you with glorious ease. He takes two solid steps forward, pressing your back firmly up against the tile of the shower and you grab the shower head as some sort of leverage. Hot water cascades around you as he begins to move, picking up his rhythm until it’s nearly punishing.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp, letting go of the shower head.

You drag your nails along his scalp, tugging on his hair to control at least a bit of the storm raging within you. Strangled moans continue to slip free with a higher frequency as you climb closer and closer to the top of the rumbling volcano in your stomach, threatening to erupt into ecstasy at any second. Suddenly, his hand connects hard against your ass, sending a jolt of pain sparking through you and sending you over the edge. The fine line between pleasure and pain is blurring together and you’d be living if you said you didn’t like it.

“The hell was that?” You gasp, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

“For earlier.” He pants, clearly struggling to hold you up and continue his punishing pace.

“Do it again,” You smirk, “Harder.”

He grins, the palm of his hand smacking against your right ass cheek once again. This time it has a little sting to it, and you let out a sound of pure pleasure as every muscle in your body clenches inadvertently.

He groans, his arms quivering at your sudden jolt, “Hold on Harry, just a little longer.” You plead.

He grits his teeth, struggling to stay with you. Once of his hands suddenly darts between your legs, rushing you over the precipice. You can feel it, bubbling inside of you, just along the fringe. You claim his mouth as your body tightens and explodes around him. It pushes him over the edge, and he drags out what’s left of his high while you binge on yours. You’re drowning in ecstasy, letting it carry you far away from the shower and onto your own personal isle of desire.

From somewhere far away, you feel him pull out of you. His arms wrap around you as you slowly return to yourself, mewling from the ferocity of your connection. It only took a matter of minutes. Jesus.

“You can’t fall asleep on me yet, Y/N,” He chuckles, shutting off the shower and scooping your exhausted form up into his arms, “We’ve only got ten minutes till midnight.”

“I don’t want to go back out there.” You groan, running a hand through your tangled hair.

“You wanna get out of here then?” He shrugs, pulling his jeans back on.

“Can we?” You ask sheepishly, knowing he probably wants nothing more than to go right back to the party with Jacob and Mitch.

“Course, get dressed.” He nods.

You grin excitedly as you shuffle through your drawers for a pair of sweats, sliding them on with one of his gigantic t-shirts. You turn around to see him redressed and shoving on his shoes, taking his beanie out of his backpack and sliding it on over his soaking hair.

“Nice outfit.” He smirks, opening your door and following you out.

The two of you sneak out the front door into the chilly air and decide to walk to the ice cream place at the end of your street. He lights a joint as you walk, offering you a drag but your head is still spinning, your hands still shaking from your body shattering orgasm you only just had a few minutes prior.

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks, blowing a puff of smoke opposite you, “I’m thinking Oreos and cream.”

“Hmm,” You hum, reading over the flavors, “Kind of want a cherry dip.”

His face finally breaks into that giant grin that makes his dimples pop from his cheeks and you smack his arm, asking him what it is that’s so funny.

“It’s what you always get,” He chuckles, “You’ve been getting cherry dips since we were in middle school.”

“Oh, like you don’t think you ever got an Oreos and cream in middle school,” You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Besides, it’s not my fault it’s the superior ice cream.”

“Superior?” He scoffs, “Hardly.”

“Have you ever even tried it?” You counter.

He rolls his eyes, knowing you’ve got him backed into a corner before he huffs out a sigh and walks up to the counter, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket and sending you another smirk over his shoulder, “I’ll have a Oreos and cream and a cherry dip, both with two spoons please.”

 I’m gonna be real with you guys it has been the roughest week in a while and I didn’t even proofread this so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes I just couldn’t bring myself to postpone it because as much as the series relates so closely to my real life and is hard to write right now, I love putting out new content and connecting with you guys because of my work so I hope you all liked it and are ready for another installment in two weeks :)

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mister long term booty call chapter two: sneak peak “If I bust my ass, I‘m gonna bust yours“

Chapter two coming tomorrow 6/4 @ 4pm EST

“Harry, Harry! I’m falling!”

“You’re not falling, Jesus Christ,” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you in place, “Besides you’re on a skateboard a few inches off the ground, not plummeting to your death.”

“Why did I allow you to put me on this death trap again?” You groan, wobbling slightly as he pulls you along by your hips.

“Because it’s a trade, we do something I want to do and then we do something you want to do.” He explains, helping you off the board.

As soon as your feet touch solid ground again you puff out a breath of relief. He laughs as he easily flips the board upside down and flips it back over with his feet, landing right on top of it and skating back around you in circle.

“Show off.” You scoff, trying to shove him off but he grabs your hands and pulls you on instead.

“What were you saying?” He smirks, hopping off the board and leaving you standing on it once again, holding onto his hand for dear life.

“Wait, Harry-“

“You got this,” He laughs, squeezing your hand and walking beside you, “Just try pushing off with your right foot.”

You give him a glare and he grins, reaching up to take his hat off and brush his hair out of his face before putting it back on backwards. He’s totally in his element here in his ridiculously skinny jeans and giant oversized t-shirt. You look back up to meet his face and he’s got his eyebrows raised waiting for you to push off by yourself.

“If I bust my ass, I’m gonna bust yours.” You say definitively, pointing your finger into his chest.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” He laughs, “Now come on, just try.”

You bite your lip as you transfer all your weight to your left foot and lean over, pushing off on your right foot. He nearly trips to catch up with you as you push off and skate a good distance.

“See!” He grins, grabbing both your hands to stop you, “You did just fine.”

“Okay, okay,” You breathe, trying to catch your breath after holding it the whole time you were skating, “Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah?” He asks eagerly, positioning himself on your left side again, “Whenever you’re ready.”

You do it again, grabbing his right hand in a death grip as you push off and skate even further with him jogging beside you to keep up. You do it a couple more times, getting even more adventurous each time and skating even further across the pavement.

“Okay, now this time, when you get to the end of the pavement, don’t stop, try to turn.” He instructs.

“Try to turn?” You scoff, “How?”

“Here, hop off,” He says, getting on the board himself and pushing off with ease, skating to the end of the pavement, and then leaning on his back foot and jutting the board to the left before pushing off again and skating back over to you, “Did you see it?”

“Kinda?” You say but it comes out sounding more like a question.

“Come on, you got this.” He nods, getting back off the board and rolling it over to you.

You roll your eyes as you grab his hand again and carefully step back on the board. He’s holding your hand nice and tight as you lean over and push off once again, skating towards the end of the pavement.

“See you’ve got it down,” He chuckles, “Now just lean back on your right foot and turn.”

You try to do what you watched him do but the board beneath you is rocking side to side under your wobbly legs and suddenly you’re stumbling right off it and into his arms. He’s laughing his ass off as you nearly trip over your own feet and the board but grabs you in his arms, stabilizing you anyways. You finally allow yourself to laugh with him when you look up and see the giant grin on his face as you lean back in his arms.

“Wanna take a break?” He laughs, letting you go and snapping his board back up into his hand.

“Yeah, besides, it’s my turn.” You smirk, grabbing his hand and tugging him behind you.

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Okay, I just read all of mister long term booty call and that shit really fucked me up!!! I’m so in love with this story!!! If there’s a taglist, can I be added to it pleeeeease!!! x

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"tell me the truth, does he make you...

~~~sWeAT~~~

...shiver like i do"

This song has such big fuckboyrry energy I want to set myself on fire

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I literally don’t know what it is about this song but it s o u n d s and f e e l s like mltbc and that! doesn’t! even! make! sense! I know okay but just trust me and listen and t e l l me the groove and the way your head just wants to bop along doesn’t feel like the scene from the first part where he pushes her against the wall and kisses her !!!!! and then they fuck !!! tell me it doesnt !!!

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I loved mister long term booty call chapter two!!! I really love this series and your writing (: xx

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