brat (sex columnist!harry x best friend!y/n)
in which y/n is best friends with harry, a sex columnist, who needs a little help answering a reader's question.
word count: 3k
content warnings: SMUT!!!! (mean dom/bratty sub dynamic, dirty talk, pussy spanking, paddling, sir kink, degradation, slight edging, fingering)
masterlist | talk to me
. . .
âYouâre out of your mind.â
âIâm really not.â
âNo, but you are.â
âIt would be for work and work onlyââ
âI donât care.â
Harry sighs as he lifts a hand to run it through his curly hair. The noisy puff of air is filled with unsaid annoyance and Y/N tries her best not to roll her eyes at her best friendâs stubbornness, instead focusing on toying with the bracelet around her wrist. Instead of replying, he quickly runs his fingertips over the trackpad on his laptop so it glows back to life.Â
âCan you at least hear me out?â he asks, his tone teetering on a polite plea, âYou know writing about sex is my job. How am I supposed to help this person out when I canât even offer a fair answer?â
Y/N crosses her arms and shrugs and Harry wishes he could reach across the couch and push them to her sides.Â
âWhat makes you think I have any experience being a sub, anyway?â she fires back, keeping her eyes glued on the TV in front of them.
They're currently binging the newest season of The Bachelor, but Harry was more so using the dialogue and Y/Nâs periodic gasps as background noise. For the past year or so, heâs held down a job at an online publication as a sex columnist. He loves it â people write in anonymously, asking him questions about everything from premature ejaculation to open relationships. Under the pen name H.E. Bell, he gets paid to write lengthy, thoughtful responses, helping his readers with approaching whatever sexual issue theyâre facing. And this week, his editor really wants him to address a particular question about a dominant and submissive relationship.Â
The thing is, though, is the letter comes from a sub. And Harryâs a dom.Â
A mean one, at that.
So while Y/Nâs diving into a pint of her favorite flavor of Ben & Jerryâs ice cream (Phish Food, obviously), and Harryâs trying his best â and miserably failing â to place himself in the shoes of his submissive reader, he knows what he has to do.
âI hate to tell you, but you scream submissive,â Harry replies, pushing his laptop off of the couch and onto the coffee table. âDonât even try to deny it. Just⌠just hear me out. Please. My deadlineâs tomorrow afternoon.â
Y/N lets out an irritated huff as she grabs the TV remote and presses pause. Silently, she sits back against the couch, facing her best friend, and shoots him a displeased expression; a wordless allowance to speak.Â
âIâm a dom and Iâve literally always been that way. Youâre a sub, through-and-through. This person is asking about situations pertaining to experience as a submissive, and I canât really provide them with the advice that theyâre looking for since Iâve never been in that headspace.â
Y/N shrugs carelessly. Sheâs unbothered by his frank analysis of her subordinate behavior â itâs not exactly surprising that Harry, the sex columnist, is able to identify a sub, dom, or switch from 10 miles away. But that doesnât mean she has to get dragged into his research, or whatever the hell he was trying to play it off as.
âWhy donât you just skip the question, then?â Y/N asks. âIf you donât have the right resources to offer an answerââ
âMy editor thinks itâll bring in a lot of page views,â he says, his throat bobbing with a swallow. His eyebrows draw together some, creating a small worried wrinkle between them. âListen, Iâll fuck off if youâre totally uncomfortable with helping me, but youâre my best friend and I donât know who else I could ask with this short of a timeframe.â
She sighs and brings her knees up to her chest.Â
âFine. Read me the question.â
A grin breaks out on Harryâs face as he grabs his laptop. He taps on the trackpad a few times as he brings the email up on the screen, eyes scanning over his bright inbox.Â
âOkay, hereâs what they said,â he clears his throat and Y/N really does roll her eyes this time, âDear H.E.â Iâve been in a sexual relationship with my dominant for three months. Up until now, weâve clicked really well. The chemistry is great and we always mesh really well both during scenes and aftercare. But lately, Iâm worried Iâve been a little too bratty. For context, Iâm a bratty sub with an attitude, but my dom knew that going into this. I fear that theyâll grow tired of my nonsense and insistent disobedience, but when Iâm in my subspace or engaging in a scene with them, itâs hard for me to pull away from it. What should I do? Do you have any advice for what I can do as a sub to best help my dom?â
Y/Nâs plucking at her bottom lip as Harry glances up from his computer. Blinking, she thinks for a moment before crafting a response.
âWell, it sounds like the sub needs to communicate their feelings to their dom. There seems to be a lot of insecurity.â she says. He hums, nodding his head as he types a few words on his keyboard.Â
âYeah, thatâs true,â he murmurs, âThey said itâs hard for them not to be in that bratty headspace, though.â
She shrugs, âI mean, if youâre a bratty sub, youâre a bratty sub. Thatâs just who you are.â
âDo you think there are any punishments that would work, then?â
âYouâre the dom, shouldnât you be able to answer that question?â
âI guess,â he replies, running his palm over the short bit of facial hair thatâs grown on his chin in the past few days. âSpanking, edging, overstimulation, types of shibari, I guessâŚâ
Y/Nâs thighs squeeze involuntarily.
â...I just donât know what works best.â he finishes his sentence, halting the tapping of his fingertips over the keyboard. âWhat do you think?â
She forces a swallow to coat her dry throat. âIt depends.â she pushes out.
âWell, what works for you?â
She thinks for a moment. Itâs been a minute since sheâs been in a proper dominant/submissive dynamic â the last few times sheâs had sex have all been one night stands and quick flings, all of which donât allow enough time to learn about hard limits, punishments, and safe words. Her brain has to float back to a year ago, when she was sleeping with Reese, a soft dom who tried his best to tame her bratty nature but came back empty every time. He was good â the sex was good, but she wanted â no, needed â more.
âI donât think Iâve ever really had a dominant⌠achieve that, I guess,â she mumbles thoughtfully. âI mean, I know what I like, as far as punishments go. But itâs not really about what the submissive likes, is it?â
âNo,â Harry agrees. He hums as he opens up a second tab and she watches as he types the words âpunishments for submissivesâ into the search engine. She sniffles and attempts to disregard the way her core instantly clenches.Â
Heâs silent as he reads through a few lists, occasionally jotting down some notes into his Google doc. Y/N swallows noisily when he glances back up at her, this time prepared with an apparent list of proposed consequences.Â
âOkay, can you just tell me which ones you think most submissives would be fine with?â
She nods.
âWithgoing underwear in public?â
âMhm.â
âPussy spanking?â
âYeah.â
âNipple wax play?â
âDepends on the subâs pain tolerance, but um⌠yeah.â
âPaddling?â
âI actually havenât done that one before.â
Harryâs eyebrows raise.Â
âNo?â
She shakes her head. âNone of my doms have ever had one.â
âDoesnât sound like they were proper doms, then.â
âTheyâve all been on the softer side,â Y/N explains shyly. âBut⌠yeah. I guess itâs always something Iâve wanted to try.â
âIs it?âÂ
She can tell by the way his eyes have darkened, that thereâs something wicked stirring in that brain of his. She knows she can put a stop to this now if she wants â heâs her best friend and he wouldnât care if she ended the conversation here and now.Â
But she doesnât.
Not for a second.
So instead she nods. And sheâs completely unsurprised by the next sentence that falls from his lips.
âDo you want to try it now?â
By now, Y/Nâs brain is all fuzzy and melty, so she doesnât even think before sheâs nodding her head eagerly. Harry chuckles and closes his laptop, shuffling onto his knees to lean forward and pluck at her bottom lip. A smirk curves at his mouth as she leans into his touch.
âGetting quite desperate on me, arenât you?â he murmurs, cradling her cheek into his palm. âGet naked for me then and Iâll go get the paddle. No touching while Iâm gone.â
Her stomach flips at the domineering tone in his voice. All too quickly, theyâve fallen into their most intimate roles, and Harryâs carrying himself to his bedroom as Y/N continues sitting there, all gooey-eyed and foggy. And maybe he should have expected it when he returns back to the living room a few moments later to see her sprawled out across the length of the couch, her bralette and underwear still on with her fingers tucked beneath the waistband of the fabric.
âKitten,â Harry all but growls, making Y/N shiver at the pet name, âAre you already disobeying me?â
She hums as she watches him through half-lidded eyes, soft fingertips petting at her pearled clit. His eyes glimpse down at the tented material and he instantly sets the dark red paddle down on the carpeted floor, kneeling between her legs.
âWhatâs your color?â he breathes, locking a hand around her ankle. Her pussy quivers just from the simple grasp.
âGreen,â she answers, âIâll tell you if anything changes. Safe word is licorice.â
Harry nods, allowing his large hands to float up her legs. They reach the gusset of her sodden underwear and he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, snapping the fabric against her swollen pussy.
âTake your hand out of your panties now and I wonât smack your pussy until sheâs raw.â
Y/N doesnât move. In fact, he thinks her circling fingers only quicken.
âIâll give you one last warning,â he grits out, squeezing the flesh of her thighs, âIâm not a nice dominant. You wonât be able to walk if you keep going against me.â
But of course, her hand stays glued to the bundle of nerves. Instead, she breathes out a sultry response: âThink I could cum like this, having you watch me.â
In a moment, her cotton underwear is being ripped from her body and thrown aside. Heâs swift in his movements as he collects her wrists in his palm, squeezing them harshly and throwing them up, high above her body. She gasps, noisy and wet.
âI donât fuck around with brats like you for a reason.âÂ
The first spank he issues to her puffy pussy is quick and fleeting, hardly offering a lick of pain. Heâs eager to find where her pain threshold lies; if sheâs all talk or if she can take the full force of his large palm. By the time he lands the sixth one, her skin now reddening beneath his smacks, he thinks heâs found it and he admits, heâs relatively impressed.Â
âAw, did that one hurt?â Harry mocks, watching as her face twists in an expression of discomfort. âThatâs because punishments are meant to be mean. Youâre not supposed to enjoy them, little brat. Youâve had it too easy, hm?â
âH-havenât,â she stutters out, wincing as he delivers a seventh, âIâm good, sir, I swearââ
âOh, bull-fuckinâ-shit,â he retorts. âYouâre a silly little brat is what you are.â
ââm notââ
Smackâ
âYou are.â
She whines until he reaches the tenth one. Sheâs a wiggly mess of sniffles and whimpers and he shushes her, brushing a thumb over her clit. She gasps lowly and he laughs.
âOn your belly.â
This time, Y/N doesnât defy him and Harry is admittedly surprised. She buries her face in the throw pillow and he rolls his eyes at the theatrics. Before picking the paddle up off the floor, his blunt fingertips scratch at her scalp, gentle and kind as they trail down to the nape of her neck.Â
âWhatâs your color, kitten?â he asks softly, rubbing a docile palm over her bare ass.
âGreen, sir.â
âDo you still want to try the paddle?â
âYes, sir.â
âOkay,â he murmurs, âWeâll start with five and then see where youâre at. You know what to say if you want me to stop, right?â
âRed or licorice, sir.â
âGood girl.â
Since itâs her first time, he decides to ease her into it. He uses only a smidgen of his strength to smack the paddle against the thick of her cheek, watching as the wood ricochets. Her skin jiggles in response and he swallows, noting the way her nails already dig into the couch.
The second and third are just as light but he adds a bit more pressure to the fourth and fifth. When heâs finished, he rubs over the flush skin, slow and intentional.
âHow was that?â he asks.Â
âGood,â she replies, her voice slightly muffled from the pillow, âI can take more.â
A hand quickly finds its way to the back of her neck and her eyes instantly widen. He shifts her head, smushing her cheek into the soft fabric so her voice is no longer dulled.Â
âNeed to hear you loud and clear,â Harry says. âAnd now youâll count for me.â
When the oak paddle makes contact with her ass for the sixth time, she grits her teeth but still calls out the number. She follows suit for the next five and, while itâs painful and harsh in the most uncomfortable of ways, sheâd be lying if she said her skin didnât feel like it was on fire. Sheâs burning for him, feeling her arousal leak down between the apex of her thighs with every last spank.Â
âGood job, kitten,â Harry announces, dropping the paddle at the end of the set. âYou did good, hm? Did the bratty girl learn her lesson?â
Y/Nâs bottom lip juts out in a pout when his soft palms begin to soothe her aching bum. He instantly takes notice, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion.Â
âCanât give you anymore tonight, kitten. It was only your first time.â
Instead of replying, she simply shakes her head.
âUse your words. Iâm not a mindreader, brat.â
Swallowing, she lifts her head up slightly, only enough to give her a peek of Harryâs concerned expression.Â
âW-wanna cum,â she mumbles, blinking at him, âWill you make me cum, sir?â
And instead of immediately getting what she wants, Harry does the unthinkable.
He rolls his eyes.
âYou act like a slutty brat all night, begging to get paddled, and now you want me to make you cum?âÂ
She nods, ashamed and embarrassed.
âWhat the fuck makes you think you deserve that?â
âI-I took my spankings and paddlings without complaining. And I didnât disobey you a-after that.â
âBut you did defy me to begin with, didnât you?â he pushes, weaving his hand into the hair at the back of her head. His fist tightens and he lifts her head so her neck cranes back. âIsnât that right?â
âYes, sir.â
âAnd now you want to cum.â
âYes, sir.â
âBut not only do you want to cumâ you want me to make you cum.â
âYes, sir.â
âFine then,â he decides, sitting down and leaning back against the couch cushions. âCome here. Straddle me.â
She forces herself onto her knees and ignores the way her ass and pussy both sting from her punishments. Right now, all she can focus on is her buzzing clit and its need for attention.Â
She does as sheâs told and splits her thighs to fit his own legs between them. Almost instantly, he cups a hand beneath her mouth and glares at her expectantly.Â
âSpit, brat. Are you dumb?â
She shakes her head, allowing saliva to pool behind her lips before spitting it into his palm. With his eyes staring into hers, he lowers his spit-slick hand down to her mound and pushes a finger inside of her. Immediately, she clenches around it, her eyes threatening to flutter shut.
âKeep them open,â he instructs, âJesus, your cunt is already milking me.â
She swallows and forces herself to maintain eye contact with the man sitting before her. Heâs merciless in his ministrations, especially when he nestles a second, then a third finger and curls them up to her most sensitive spot. Her hands form tight fists as she grinds against his hand, moaning loudly when his thumb reaches her clit.Â
âWhat a desperate little pussy,â he murmurs, speeding up the tight circles over the swollen bundle of nerves, âYou like getting stretched out, donât you? Say it.â
âI-I love when you stretch me out, sir.â
âOf course you do,â he smirks viciously, âIs your cunt gonna cum like this?â
âY-yes, sirââ
âAsk for permission first, kitty.â
âPlease sir, can I cum? P-please?â
Sheâs whimpery and mewling as she bounces helplessly on his fingers, the ribbon in her lower stomach threatening to unravel at any given moment. He hums, stilling the digits inside of her.
âHold it.â
âSirââ
âHold it, brat.â
Her pussy clenches around him but she does. She restrains herself until he finally allows the ribbon to come undone, a slew of whines and curses sounding from her plush lips as she does.
It feels like it goes on forever but when the pleasure finally ceases, she collapses into his chest. Harry gently pulls his fingers from her center and wraps an arm around her waist, giving it a gentle, loving squeeze.Â
He lets her stay like that for a bit and, maybe selfishly, he enjoys having her limp, exhausted body so close to his.Â
âGotta clean you up and rub some salve on your bum,â he finally manages out, ducking down to whisper the words in her ear.Â
Tiredly, she nuzzles her head against his shoulder. âFive more minutes?â
He swallows.Â
He doesnât think sheâs in her subspace, but he knows sheâs sleepy and fuzzy from the mix of pain and pleasure he just instilled on her body.
And so for that, heâll give her five more minutes.
Six, if sheâs lucky.
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Teenage Dirtbag*
Summary:Â The one where Harry's popular, cool, and everything you aren't. And maybe you want to keep him your dirty, little secret.
Word Count: 5.5k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, gag, exhibitionism if you squint, fratrry, not suitable for Ramadan!
âOkay, next question. What is the Albedo Effect?â
â27.â
âHarry, come on.â
âWhat?â
âI need an answer.â
âThat is an answer. Maybe not to this question, but itâs an answer to some question.â
Your expression falls flat as you toss a piece of popcorn at him. âH, seriously.â
âWhat?â
âWeâre supposed to be studying.â
âWe are.â
âNo, actually studying.â You toss another piece at him, which he catches in his mouth. âHarryâ"
âThe Albedo Effect is the reflectivity of the Earthâs surface,â he finally says before grinning smugly. âThere. Happy?âÂ
âMm.â
âSince I got it right, do I win a kiss?â
âNo. You win another question,â you say before switching to the next notecard. âOkay, what is the average temperature of the Earthâs surface?â
â27.â
âHarry.â
He laughs before heâs reaching across the bed to grab the stack of notebooks, cards, and books all over your lap. Effortlessly discarding of them while leaning toward you to ghost his lips over yours. â59 degrees Fahrenheit.â
Your lashes flutter. You want to argue. Want to fight him and demand your things back. But itâs hard when heâs this close. âUmâŚright.â
He smiles, mouth dangerously tempting as it dances along the curve of your jaw. âGive me another.â
âIâŚâ You swallow. âI canât. You stole my cards.â
âOh, did I? Oops.â
âYouâre mean.â
âYeah. But you like me.â
âNot right now.â
âYes now. Always.â
You huff. âIâm notâŚIâm not kissing you until we finish studyingââ
âWell, Iâm not studying until you kiss me.â
âHarryââ
âWhat, angel?â
You fist his shirt. You mean to push him away and yet somehow, he ends up even closer. âI didnât invite you over for this.â
âI know.â He smirks again. âThis is just a bonus.â
âWe agreed to study.â
âWe are.â
âJessicaâs gonna be back soonââ
âSo?â
âSo, you know you canât be here when she gets here,â you remind him, finally finding the strength to shove him back. âCome on, a few more questions and then we can take a break.â
âYou said that a few questions ago,â he argues.
You grab the cards. âOops.â
Fifteen minutes go by before you finally reach the end of your notes, earning a loud sigh from your study buddy as he flops onto his back in defeat.Â
âThat was awful,â he declares. His head rolls until his eyes find yours. A soft green beneath those long lashes. âYou take way too many notes.â
âI like to be prepared,â you pout as you stand and put them back on your desk. âYou donât take nearly enough.â
âBecause I have you.â
âYeah, wellâŚthatâs cheating.â
âItâs not cheating if Iâm helping you use them.â
You turn around and place your hands on your hips. âYouâre annoying, you know that?â
âYeah.â He sits up and reaches for you. Easily tugging you between his legs as you tryâfutilelyânot to fall for that gorgeous grin. âAnd yet you keep me around.â
âMmâŚfor now.â
âFor now, huh?â His large hands slip beneath the hem of your shirt and you do nothing to stop him. âYou just use me for my cock, is that it? Cause Iâm a good fuck?â
Your skin grows warm as you look away. âStop it, donât say it like that.â
âWhat? MâI embarrassing you, pretty girl?â he whispers. He squeezes your sides, palms soft against your stomach. âWhich part did it? Cock or fuck?â
You close your eyes and groan. âHarryââ
âWhat? Theyâre just words, baby.â
âYeah, but theyâre dirty words.â
Heâs grinning again. Arrogant and far too smug. âIâve seen this pretty mouth do far dirtier thingsââ
You bury your face in your hands to hide. âPlease donât remind meââ
âWhy not? Hm? You donât wanna remember the way you took me down your throat like a good girl?â He lifts your shirt and presses a gentle kiss just below your belly button. âOr what about the way you scratched your nails down my back as you came? Crying my name until your voice went raw?â
âHarryâŚâ
âWhat about when I fingered you under the table?â he murmurs, then moves his kisses up your torso. One after the other. Slow. âAnd you had to bite your cute, little lip to keep from moaning?â
You start to squirm. âHâŚH, pleaseââ
âWhat about the time I bent you over that deskââ He nods his chin toward the table in the corner of your dorm room. ââand made you cum so hard, you squirted.â
You make another noise and melt into his touch. Theyâre good memories, you know that. But they do unspeakable things to your anxiety. Just the thought of what someone might sayâŚthe idea of what the two of you have done. You werenât raised to think or feel so freely and Harry is a master at making you nervous.
Youâve done more with him than you ever have anyone else. More than you imagined youâd ever do. And even if you wouldnât trade it for the world, you canât say you really welcome the reminder.
His kisses reach your chest. Naked and bare and begging to be touched. âYou can be dirty, too, pretty girl.âÂ
Your hand finds his hair. Fingers sweeping through his soft curls that are normally restrained by some sort of beanie or bandana. âHâŚâ
He hums. He knows heâs embarrassing you. But you suppose thatâs why he does it.Â
The small room falls silent, save for the gentle sounds of his kisses as they move toward your breast. His tongue is dangerously close and you know if he gets his way, youâll never get anything else done.
However, just before those pretty pink lips can make contact, you hear the sound of your roommateâs voice down the hall. Loud enough to startle you and pull you out from between his legs.
Quickly, youâre tugging your shirt back down and grabbing his hand to lead him to the window. Nearly shoving him out onto the fire escape before heâs even had a chance to catch his breath.
âGo,â you whisper as you toss his flannel at him. âHurry.â
âYou know, as much as I like being your dirty little secret, you know sheâs gonna find out eventually,â he says while dipping beneath the window frame until heâs completely out of the room.
âI know. But today is not that day.â
Once youâre sure she wonât see him, you get ready to close the curtains. But youâre stopped by his large hand slipping around the back of your neck as he yanks your mouths together. Finally getting the kiss he so desperately wanted.
âYouâre still coming to the party this Friday, yeah?â he murmurs against your lips.
You kiss him back just once before youâre shoving at him again. âWeâll see,â you call.
He winks.
With that, the window slams shut, and he disappears into the darkness. Right as Jessica slips inside the room and begins to tell you about her incredibly long day.
And every trace of Harry has gone.
âTen minutes. Just ten minutes. And if we hate it, we can leave.â
âAll right, fine,â you agree, begrudgingly following your friend into the large, familiar house that sits a few miles outside of campus. âTen. But if I get a single drink spilled on meâŚIâm out.â
âDeal.â
You laugh as Jess throws her arm around your shoulders to lead you inside, shoving past the group of college students already gathering in the living room.
Every inch of the house is packed full of people. The music is loud, the smell of weed is strong, and a lively game of cup pong is being had down the hall. Truth be told, this scene always tends to catch you off guard. No, this isnât your first party. But you were raised in a world and in a home where drugs and alcohol were never present.Â
You donât mind being around them or watching people participate, but the concept is still rather foreign to you. Even if Harryâs presence in your life is beginning to change that.
Speaking of, you canât help but search for him as Jessica drags you from room to room. You imagine heâs around somewhere. After all, this is his frat house, and youâve never known him to miss a party.
But with the football game happening tomorrow night, you wonder if heâll be out practicing or if heâll be here with his teammates, pre-gaming.
You catch a glimpse of his red, backwards baseball cap as youâre leaving the kitchen. Heâs across the house, clad in a black, graphic t-shirt and skinny jeans, leaning against the wall as he talks to one of his friends.
Heâs nodding along to something theyâre saying, taking slow sips of whateverâs in his solo cup while lazily looking around.
And thatâs when he finds you.
Even with all these people, you feel like the only two in the room. And you catch the way he smiles. A soft, secret smirk meant just for you. And a gleam in his eye as he takes another sip and returns to his conversation.
Heâs glad youâre here and honestly, you think you are, too.
âOh, Zack, there you are!â Jessica suddenly exclaims before sheâs yanking you toward one of the guys on Harryâs team. âZack, this is the friend I was telling you about.â
A bit confused, you and Zack exchange a nod as your roommate begins the excited introductions.
âThis is the guy I wanted to set you up with,â she whispers under her breath before straightening up. âSo, uh, Zack! Youâre single, right?â
Even more surprised, Zack blinks as his attention drifts to you. He hesitates, and for just a moment, you wonder if he recognizes you.
This isnât the first time youâve been in this house. And itâs not the first time youâve met Zack. However, you and Harry have been rather diligent about keeping your visits a secret, even from the other boys that live here.
Still, Zack almost caught you once when you were forced to hide in the shower as he brushed his teeth. And even though he didnât seem to notice, Harry mentioned that he did see the earrings you accidentally left behind. The same earrings he proceeded to tease Harry about for the next week.
And the same earrings youâre wearing now.
But, if heâs begun to put two and two together, he doesnât mention it. Instead, he shakes his head. âNah, not really. Iâm kind of seeing Annie. I guess.â
You smirk. âYou guess?â
âI mean, weâre fucking,â he argues. âBut, likeâŚI wouldnât say weâre together. But she would. I donât know. But sheâd be fucking pissed if I went out with someone else.â
To your surprise, Zack seems to be covering for you. Because you happen to know Annie is actually seeing Derek. She and Zack never got past the drunk-fuck phase, but it seems Jessica doesnât realize the lie being told. That, or sheâs lost interest.
âOh, boo,â she pouts before turning to you. âWell, I tried. Sorry, babe.â
You laugh. âMore than all right. IâmâŚIâm gonna go use the bathroom and maybe look for some water. Iâll meet you here in a bit?â
âYes! Text me! Or call me. OrâŚjust yell my name really loud,â she says, already slipping into the next room. âWhenever you wanna go, we will, okay? Seriously.â
âGot it,â you call. And with that, the two of you split. Leaving you to look for the only man you really care to see.
Heâs no longer talking to his friend and doesnât seem to be in the lower part of the house. So, you make your way to the next floor. Shoving past couples making out on the staircase and groups doing blow in the bathroom.
He might be in his room, although thatâs perhaps a little too obvious. You still arenât ready for people to know that the two of you areâŚwell, whatever you two are. And you canât imagine he is, either. Not considering his reputation and the other girls heâs been with before.Â
Compared to them, youâre justâŚyou.
Swallowing your own disappointment, you continue down the hall in search of him when a large hand suddenly wraps around your upper arm and yanks you into a bedroom.
You arenât surprised that itâs him. You arenât even surprised that heâs brought you back to his room. You are, however, rather confused by the giddy grin on his face.
âYou came,â he whispers before heâs shoving you against the closed door and kissing you hard. âBeen waiting all fucking night to see you.â
Youâre breathless. You always are when youâre with him, but thisâŚnow. His kiss, his touch, his voice. The sultry way he speaks that goes straight to the place between your thighs.
âMissed you,â he says. He sucks on the spot below your ear. âGod, I really fucking missed you, angel. You have no idea.â
âYou saw me this morning,â you remind him. âAnd for lunch in your car.â
âSâtoo long,â he argues. âYou donât know what you do to me, baby.â
You grin. Even if you know heâs merely being cute, you canât help but believe him. âYeah, okay.â
âI mean it. Besides, you think I wanna watch Zack fucking hit on you all goddamn night?â
You lean back. âYou saw?â
âCourse I fucking saw. Could hear that shit-eating grin from outside,â he huffs before heâs kissing you again, as if to prove a point. Either to you or to himself. âBut he wouldnât if youâd just let me take you on a proper date.â
âHâŚâ
âYeah, I know.â His kisses get softer. âI know, Iâm sorry.â
âNo, IâŚI get it,â you sigh against his cheek. âI justâŚitâs hardââ
He takes your face between his hands and makes you look at him. âI know, angel. Mânot pushing, I promise. Iâll do whatever you want me to.âÂ
You squeeze his wrists and smile. You sometimes find yourself surprised by how willing he is to be seen with you. You arenât sure why, but you always assumed heâd be ashamed. That heâd be the one to want to hide. To lock you away and keep your rendezvous a secret.Â
And maybe you like it this way because youâre afraid. Because youâre worried that once he sees how odd the two of you look together, he wonât want you anymore. That the relentless teasing and comparisons will drive him to end things.
And youâll be devastated.
Perhaps sensing where your mind has gone, Harry resumes his work on your throat, efficiently distracting you. You happily relinquish your overthinking to him and his intentions, and it feels good. You used to be scared of being touched, of being loved. But itâs becoming easier with him. A routine you wouldnât trade for the world.
He begins to pull you toward his bed. Itâs made for once, which you have to admit impresses you. Harry doesnât tend to devote his time to things he doesnât think matter. Like cleaning his space, taking notes, or worrying about his classes. Somehow, he manages to pass every semester, keeping his spot on the football team, while you struggle to keep up even with all the time in the world.
Half the time you suggest studying together, itâs because youâd actually like his help.
âWaitâŚwait, Har,â you murmur as he sits onto the mattress and begins to pull you in a straddle over his thighs. âWait, notâŚnot when youâve been drinkingââ
âHavenât,â he exhales against your mouth. âSâjust Sprite. Coach doesnât let us drink before a game.â
Almost relieved, you lift a brow. âBut he doesnât mind a wild party?â
He smirks. âTechnically, weâre not supposed to do that either. ButâŚI kind of live here, soâŚâ
âAh.â You dip down and press your lips to his softly. âThen I guess you just donât have a choice, huh?â
âNope.â He moves his hands to your waist, subtly grinding your body over his until you both groan. âBesides. Iâd much rather be here with you than down there with them.â
âMm. Thatâs the right answer,â you tease as he laughs and slips his fingers under your dress.Â
You know this dance by now. You even enjoy it when Harryâs at the lead. He knows what heâs doing, even if you donât. And he knows just how to teach you. Show you. Guide you.Â
You take a deep breath and let yourself submit. Let his hands roam, his thighs flex. Let his mouth travel down your neck and to the curve of your shoulder. He slips the strap down until he has more room and then he moves for your chest. Hungry kisses meant to devour you.
âMy pretty girl,â he whispers, tongue licking a stripe along the top of your breast. âWore this just to torture me, didnât you?â
Your lashes flutter. âThoughtâŚthought it would be easier.â
âEasier?â He glances up, smirk devious. âYou wanted me to have easy access to your pretty pussy?â
The vulgar language brings a fervent heat right to your face. You glance away out of habit, but he doesnât let you this time. Instead, he pinches your chin tight between his fingers and forces your attention back.
âIs that right, angel?â he asks again, firm.
You swallow. ââŚyes.â
âMm. Good girl,â he mumbles before moving his hand to your tit. Squeezing it gently while wrapping his lips over your nipple. âOr maybe youâre my naughty girl tonight. Yeah? Wearing something so sinful. Just for me.â
You nod quickly as your nails scratch down his scalp. âJust for you.â
âMhm. Not Zack.â
âNo. No, not Zack.â
He simpers at the sound of your breathless whines. Enjoying the way your hips roll against his. The way your naked thighs feel against his clothed ones. âGonna let me take care of you, baby? Let me have a little taste?â
Your stomach flips. Harry has introduced you to a world of pleasure you never knew possible, but you still canât deny that it makes you feel vulnerable. The way your body is put on display for him. Accessible to his tongue, his hands, hisâŚ
You close your eyes and force a nod. You just wonât think about it. Youâll let him have his taste and then heâll start. You understand the science behind it. Your body needs to be properly lubricated before he can begin. And itâs not exactly a step you care to skip, even if it does make you nervous.
He grins at your reaction before heâs leaning back onto the bed and dragging you up toward his face, that bright red hat falling off in the process.
Heâs mentioned this position before. Apparently, itâs his favorite, but it certainly isnât one youâre used to. You donât understand the mechanics. How youâre meant to surrender control but also keep from crushing his pretty face beneath your weight.
âAngel,â he calls, pulling you back. âWhat did I say last time, hm?â
âIâŚI know, I justâŚâ You chew on the inside of your cheek. âI donât want to hurt youââ
âYou wonât,â he promises yet again. âYou canât. I know what Iâm doing, yeah? Trust me. Just let me do this, Iâve got you.â
And you know that he does. So, surrendering your inhibitions, you let him place you just where he wants before he nods at you to pull your underwear to the side.
You do. Fingers shaking as you drag the damp fabric away and present yourself to his tongue. You want to look away. Want to hide from the growing look of hunger in his eyes, but heâs already sucking on you before you can.
And once he startsâŚthings donât seem so bad.
His tongue is magic. His lips are divine. Even his hands are wonderful with the way they hold you still.Â
You think you could spend a lifetime against his mouth. Live here, die here. Do anything and be anything he wanted so long as he never stopped.
âDoing so good for me, pretty girl,â he says after a moment, and you almost miss it over the faint thumping of music outside his room. âYou okay?â
You nod, fingers back between his curls as you brace yourself. âYesâŚyes, IâmâŚIâm all right. Am IâŚam I tooââ
âNo,â he says simply. âNo, youâre perfect. Donât move. Mâhaving so much fun.â
And you donât doubt that he is. His eyes are closed and heâs feasting on you like heâs been starved his whole life. His entire face is between your folds, licking, sucking, nipping. Wet sounds that are somehow louder than the noise outside.Â
You canât help the way you groan. The way you say his name and shake in his hands. Itâs too much and youâre still unsure how to handle so much ecstasy.
But he knows. And he keeps you planted on his tongue until youâve nearly soaked his entire face. And thenâŚhe stops. Seconds before you can find that sweet release and you gasp as he pops off and scoots you back.
âWhatâŚwhat did I do?â you pant.
He laughs while he sits up, cupping your cheek in his palm before pulling you forward for a kiss. âNothing,â he whispers, and the taste of you on his lips makes your insides twist. âI told you, youâre perfect. I just have something else in mind.â
âOh.â Your fingers twist together. âDo youâŚdo you want me toâŚ?â
He smiles again then shakes his head. âNot this time, pretty girl. You know I donât always expect that, right? I donât eat you out just so youâll suck me off.â
âIâŚI know.â
âGood. I eat you out because I fucking love it.â Another kiss. âAnd not just to get you wet.â
You feel your features scrunch, the urge to hide much stronger. âI know.â
âAnd I donât want you to forget. I love watching you take me down your throat, but only when and if you want to. Tonight, I thought we could maybe try something we havenât yet.â
âOhâŚâ
His eyes settle on yours. âI want you to ride me.â
Your lips part. âYouâŚoh.â
âWeâve talked about that before, yeah?â He sweeps his thumb across your cheek. âAbout if you think youâd be comfortable?â
âYeah, weâŚyeah. IâŚI donât mind. I justâŚI donât knowâŚâ
âI know,â he murmurs. âBut Iâll show you, hm? We can just try it and see how you feel. And if you donât like it, we can do something else.â
Itâs a good plan. A solid plan, and even if youâre unsure, you canât help but feel excited. âOkay.â
âOkay,â he repeats happily before scooting back toward the headboard. âAll right, can you take me out, angel?â
Eagerly, you agree, crawling after him until your fingers find his jeans. Seeing such a massive dick always tends to surprise you, but you find that you feel more confident now than you did before. Heâs beautiful, every inch of him. And he seems to love the way you touch him. The way you look at him, admire him.
And thatâs your favorite part.
âGood girl,â he coos as you reach inside his boxers to wrap your palm around him. âNot so shy anymore, hm?â
You shake your head, lip between your teeth as you release him from his pants.Â
He laughs. âI can see that. Can you give me your hand, pretty girl?â
You oblige and he pulls your palm to his mouth before heâs spitting directly in the center. A large wad that sits snugly in your hand before he drops it back down to his cock and nods at you to continue.
You drag the wet substance up and down his rather impressive length until heâs glistening. Heâs already quite hard, but your delicate strokes seem to get him the rest of the way. Until heâs standing straight up and nearly leaking.Â
âGood,â he says again, a tad breathless. âSo fucking good at that, you know?â
You smile. âPractice makes perfect.â
âMhm.â He chuckles. âThen can you show me how good you are at putting me in?â
You nod fervently. The academic overachiever in you is always anxious to prove yourself to him. To show that youâve learned, youâve improved. That youâre worthy of his time and his body.Â
You use one hand to guide him and the other to keep your panties to the side. He, in turn, makes sure to lift your dress high enough that you can both see and the moment his tip makes contact with your throbbing clit, you whimper.
âShh,â he murmurs. âYouâre all right. Go ahead and tap it a couple times, yeah?â
Forcing your pulse to steady, you do. The heavy appendage seems to taunt you as you pat it against your pussy and the sensitive nerves that make your legs shake. But it feels like heaven and even Harry has to take in a labored breath as he watches.
The two of you rarely use condoms these days. You did when you first started, but after getting tested and being assured that you were the only person he was sleeping with, you decided to try just once without.
And you know the risks. Know itâs rather idiotic to tempt fate the way you do. The pill isnât a guarantee, and you know neither one of you are ready to be parents.
But after feeling himâŚfeeling all of himâŚyou became addicted. Despite your better judgement, you found yourself eager to feel him again. And again. And again.Â
And now, wellâŚnow you donât think you can go without.
âThere you go,â he sighs. âJust like that. Sâit feel good?â
âMmâŚmhm.â
âGood. Go on, baby, put me in now.â
With his help, you lift up and guide his large head toward your hole. Slowly pushing it in while dropping yourself down.
âFuck,â he exhales through a groan. âShit, just like that. You okay? Sâit hurt?â
You shake your head. You donât have the strength to speak.
âOkay. Keep going.â
You do. A steady pace that seems to torture you both until the whines and cries slip out before you can stop them.Â
âGoddamn, angel,â he grits. âShit, you feel so fucking good. You still all right? Know what to say if youâre not?â
âYeâyeah.â
âAttagirl. Okay, baby, I want you to lift up now, yeah? Nice and slow.â
Doing your best not to tremble, you raise back up and feel the way his thick cock seems to stretch you open. The way it travels through your body, making you feel empty without it.Â
And once youâre near the tip, he pulls you back down, and you start again.Â
The speed is tediously languid. It almost hurts and the noises tumble from your lips one after the other without pause.
Your thighs burn. Your core burns. Every inch of you seems to be screaming, yet Harry doesnât break a sweat.
âDoing so good,â he praises again. He pulls at your jaw until you kiss him. âKnow itâs hard, but you look so good riding my cock right now.â
You only mewl. Loud and incoherent.Â
He releases your cheek to reach for something on the nightstand beside him. Something you donât see through your hazed vision until he begins to unwrap it and bring it to your mouth.
His bandana.
Itâs his favorite one, too. The white one, with little back details on it. But you arenât exactly sure what he expects you to do with it nowâŚuntil he smirks.
âMâgonna put this in your mouth,â he says before resting it on your lips. âGotta keep you quiet since I didnât lock the door. Donât want anyone to hear you and come lookinâ, hm?â
Your eyes widen as you gape at him. âHarryââ
âSorry. Sâjust too distracted.â He grins. âOpen up, pretty girl.â
Rather excitedly, you obey. Giving him just enough room to slip the fabric between your teeth until you can clamp down and he can fasten it in a knot against the back of your head.
âThere you go,â he declares when heâs through. âNow you can be as loud as you want, yeah?â
You nod.
âMm.â He dips down to start kissing at your chest. âCan you keep going, baby? Or do you need me to take over?â
Your lashes flutter.
âI know,â he coos when he sees the fucked-out expression on your face. âSâhard, isnât it? My angelâs getting tired, huh?â
Another nod, slower.
âOkay,â he chuckles. He grabs onto your hips and straightens up. âOkay, Iâll fuck you.â
Just like that, he resumes the pace you set. Using every muscle in his thighs and abdomen to fuck his cock up into you and leave you a wilting, blubbering mess.
The poor bandana becomes soaked as he pounds into you. Faster and faster while your body shakes and drool pools at the sides of your mouth.Â
Your whimpers sound shuddered now. In tune with his fast thrusts and the wet, lewd cacophony of your bodies connecting. Pornographic in nature yet somehowâŚeuphoric.Â
He sucks your tit back into his mouth and you clutch onto his scalp. Nails scratching at his neck, shoulders, and chest until you feel your orgasm coming up on you once more.Â
And he feels it, too. Features twisting at the way you clench around him. The way your body draws him in, treats him right. Heâs obsessed and heâs told you as much. Even with the level of stamina he possesses, he can never seem to last all that long when it comes to you.
âFucking hell,â he groans before heâs tightening his hold on your waist. âShit, sâit feel good? Like being on top, angel?â
You nod and press your forehead to his. Even if itâs rather exhausting, you can feel him in places you couldnât before. Nudging against your g-spot until you see stars and have to physically fight the urge to cum.Â
âNo, donât,â he pants, seeming to sense it. âWant you to cum. Right now, baby. Okay? Let me feel you first.â
Even if you wanted to argue, you canât. The low, graveled instruction goes straight to your cunt and you cum before you can stop yourself. Drenching his cock, his thighs, your thighs. You sway, go limp in his hold. Until youâre slumping against his chest as he fucks you through every second of it.
âThere,â he praises, large hand rubbing up and down your back. âGod, youâre fucking good at that. Love the way you cum for me. Sâfucking heaven.â
You know heâs close. And you know he wonât finish inside you, instead wasting his offering on his stomach or somewhere else.
So, you get an idea. You pull off him as best you can while he hisses and resists the temptation to release inside you before you slip the bandana back out and crawl down his lap.
Then, you take him in your mouth. It only takes two sucks before heâs grabbing at your neck and finishing down your throat. The warm, sticky substance familiar and far too thrilling.Â
He cums and he cums until youâve nearly sucked him dry and his tired body melts into the bed.
He whispers your name and fights to keep his eyes open so he can gaze at you. Then, he tugs on you. âCome here.â
He kisses you. Tongue and teeth clashing in a messy exchange, but he doesnât mind. He loves it. Moans into your mouth and pulls you against his heart until you can both catch your breath.
You revel in the post-orgasm glow. Bodyâs abuzz and slightly sweaty from the workout. But you wouldnât trade this ache in your joints for anything.Â
And you realize you wouldnât trade him, either.Â
âYou okay?â he murmurs after a moment.
You hum. âYeah. Mâtired.â
âYeah,â he echoes with a gentle laugh. âIt was fun, though, right?â
âMhm. Very.â
âThink youâll wanna do it again?â
âMaybe,â you admit. âAs long as you do all the work again.â
His laugh is louder this time. âDeal. Or maybe weâll just have to work out your muscles until you can do it all on your own.â
âMmâŚunlikely.â
âBut maybe.â
âMaybe not.â
âDoesnât hurt to try.â
âMight hurt.â
âYeah. Okay.â He smiles. âCan you stay tonight?â
âI donât know. Jess might be looking for me.â
âTell her youâre staying.â
âI canât.â
âYou donât have to tell her who youâre with.â
âH,â you sigh. âShe thinks Iâm a virgin prude. If she knows Iâm staying, she wonât let it go until she finds out who I stayed with.â
The room falls silent. You feel him sigh. âYeah, I know.â
You glance up. âIâll tell her one of these days, I promise. I justâŚI wanna keep you to myself. Just a little longer.â
His grin splits his face. âGood. Think I might wanna keep you, too.â
He kisses you again. Soft, slow, sensual. Filled with all the words neither of you are brave enough to say out loud. And long enough to leave you breathless.
Until the door opens.
And Zack walks in.
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