Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the thought of Harry and Draco back at Hogwarts years after they leave? If not, let me take a few moments of your time to elucidate:
Inter-house rivalry at the head table
inter-house rivalry between classes
Knowing (memorizing) each other’s schedule and casually bringing it up in conversation–with or outside of each other
Seeming like a married couple to everyone else but not realizing it themselves
Intense quidditch debates in the staff room
students like to hang around outside because they’re always loud and always hilarious (and sometimes often result in creative new insults to add to their repertoire)
Grading together in one of their quarters and snarking over ridiculous student answers
Quibbling over teaching methods to the point of pedantry just to be annoying to the other
Trying the “I’ve never been more shocked by student behaviour in my life” approach on students who misbehave, none of whom believe it because they’ve heard stories of Harry and Draco’s time at Hogwarts (usually by the other in classes, ex. Draco climbing a tree because he wanted Harry’s attention)
Patrolling the hallways over Christmas hols
“Here. This is the statue Flitwick said he’s caught kids fooling around behind. Go check it out.”
“Why do I have to go?”
“What are you, scared?”
“… Fine, you absolute tosser. …Woah, Malfoy, come check this out.”
“What? What is it?”
“Just get back here and you’ll see.”
“I’m not going to fall for your tricks, Potter. I’m not going back there.”
They end up necking behind the statue like students
Summary: (33- “Bite me” “If you insist.”) Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing and you had enough.
A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first one shot from the prompt list I posted a couple days ago. I will try to post the other requests soon (btw I didn’t proofread so sorry if there are any mistakes). Enjoy!
You run into school late, your hair everywhere and your breathing rigid. It’s your first time being late, your alarm clock not ringing for some reason.
Thankfully, you get to class before the teacher arrived. You walk into the chaotic classroom full of rowdy students talking, laughing, and throwing things around. You walk to your seat in the front of the classroom, planning on just studying when suddenly a body steps in front of you.
“Hey Y/N,” smirks Baekhyun.
You roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with him so early in the morning. “Move Baekhyun.”
DISCLAIMER: I legit need answers actually hahaha, if you can comment that’d be great because MY CURIOSITY NEEDS TO BE QUENCHEDDD
ISFJ - how do I adjust your preprogrammed cookie instructions so that I don’t die from coronary heart disease after eating all your cookies? That stick of butter y'all put into them got my arteries going like @.@ - can I have some more cookies pls? I ate all 12 of them in one sitting - how often would you like to set your ‘it’s normal to feel insecure’ reminder?
INFJ - will you come with me to this party 3 weeks from now? I promise to never leave your side and I heard there will be pets there (my attempt at bribery) - how do you have the best hugs? what is your secret?!?!?!? I MUST KNOWWW - how are all of you so uniquely artistic? Every INFJ I know does some kind of knitting, oil painting, guitar playing on the side and THEY’RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT WHAT THEY DOO
ISFP - How do animals know to approach you for your mystical blessing (i.e. legendary head rub that makes all the animals kneel before you in praise)? - y'all have such colourful outfits! Can you share your wardrobe with me? - is there a cap on the number of art forms you dabble in or is it more like all ISFPs gets at least one?
ESFJ - can I come with you to Thursday’s yoga class? I don’t have a matching yoga mat, but I’ll bring you that soy drink that you’ve been wanting to try - how is your social media game so on point? TEACH MEH YOUR WAYSSS - do you ever randomly forget someone’s name while talking to them? Because that happens to me wayyyy more than it should
INFP - is there a daily tears limit or is it more like a you must meet a certain quota by the end of the month? - how many years are you granted Special Snowflake status? Or do you renew it every 5 years or something? - do y'all come out of the womb knowing how to make flower crowns or what? THEY’RE TOO PRETTY TO EXIST HOWWW??!?!?!
INTJ - on a scale from 1 (“I never do this”) to 10 (“what does it feel like to not do this?”), how often do you think about world domination? - is it possible to like puzzles but also suck really badly at them? Because that’s me T__T - how often do you wonder about whether or not you messed up a social interaction? how often is too often? oh crap, my INTJ just lagged a little bit, DON’T BLUE SCREEEN NOOOOOOOOOO
ISTJ - Are y'all anti-change or just pro-routine? because there’s a difference apparently *eyes ENTJ* - HELPPPP my ISTJ is stuck in a loop/routine!! Is this normal? - From all the mbti types, pick one to clean your house according to your instructions, one to walk your dog, and one who’s house might collapse into itself from the hoarding unless you intervene
ISTP - where are y'all at? I don’t know enough ISTPs - did you have fun last Friday night? 😉 - how do all of you have this sexy smouldering thing going on?!?! I CAN’T NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOUUUU
INTP - how many hours did you sleep last night? Aim for 8 next time 🙂 - list me your 5 most recent wiki page visits .. I need stuff to do … and researching about a random obscure science thing sounds like a fun Tuesday - are the science functions pre-installed or is it only calculus that’s pre-installed? How do I upgrade these functions?
ESTJ: - Of all the mbti types, pick one to be your employee, your significant other, and your child - HOW MANY SUITS DO YOU OWN?!?! Can you lend me one? - describe your ideal workplace environment (are you turned on by this question?)
ENTJ: - do you get an adrenaline rush when you bulldoze during an argument? because I totally feel that - what does an ENTJ mating ritual look like? (i.e. how do you act around your crush? or no diff because can’t run StrongFeelings.exe?) - I think my ENTJ is broken, it keeps running IsolationMode.exe! How do I fix it?!?! T____T
ESTP - HEY ESTP! WHERE IS THE PARTY AT!?! Please take me with you, I’ll dance on the porch outside your house if I have to - how do you feel about manuals? or do you just set them on fire? can we do a group manual burning? *ISTJs are probably having a heart attack* - Pick one mbti type to kiss, one to marry, and one to have casual sex with
ENTP - name me ONE project you’ve ever finished that wasn’t for school/work (y'all get so excited when you start a new project but the old projects feel neglected AF y'know) - Since you’re the Meme Lord(ess), if you marry a commoner, are they Duchess of Memes or Lady Meme? or Lord Meme? (just throwing that in real quick before the I see pitchforks outside mah house) - how do y'all have so much air to debate for as long as you do? do ENTPs have unique genetic mutations that allow for larger lung capacity? do y'all double as Olympic swimmers too?
ENFJ - where do all of our secrets go after we tell them to you? do you have a personalized file on each of us that you flip through from time to time as a bedtime story or what? - why do all of you want me to reveal my emotional wounds? Is that the equivalent of foreplay or something? - how do I install PersonalSpace.exe onto my ENFJ?
ENFP - how do you have sooooooo many tabs open?!?!? - do pets come to you or do you come to pets? - will you take me with you on your next spontaneous surprise trip to Tokyo? All my bags are already packed, just tell me what day we’re going
ESFP - why do y'all always smell nice? can I bottle your scent or something? - do you take dance lessons or is dancing well just a feature of all ESFPs? - have you seen my butt? Because you’re sexy AF and I’d like to give you permission to dance within 2 ft of it
a/n: hi I’m in love with Gaston, like yeah he was a major asshole for the last hour and a half of the movie but i like to think he had a soft side, you just had to be patient enough to see it. SO PLEASE REQUEST GASTON IMAGINES THANK YOU (or other BATB characters xoxo)
You sighed as you turned another page of your book. You tapped your fingers aimlessly on the table as the tavern bustled with people. You continued to read your book until it was taken out of your hands. You gasped and looked up to see two men standing in front of you holding your book.
You glared as you calmly said, “Give me back my book.”
The two men smirked as one of them said, “We just wanted to talk to you miss.”
You stood up and held your hand out for the book, “I’m not asking again, give me back my book.”
<b>jm:</b> TAKE WHATS YOURS AND LEAVE MY HOUSE!<p/><b>jk:</b> ok lol<p/><b>jk:</b> [pick jimin and leave the house]<p/><b>jm:</b> WHAT R U DOING PUT ME DOWN!<p/><b>jk:</b> u said "take what's yours and leave my house", I just did what u said lol<p/><b></b> that basically what happened everytime the two of them had a fight.<p/></p>
Author’s Note: Lowkey inspired by my prom date. If you’re curious, hmu about it or send me an ask!
Summary: Your best friend, Jungkook, cuts you off–cold turkey.
thing about Jungkook is that he knows that he’s beautiful, and he knows
that he is perfect. He knows that he is good at a lot of things. He
knows that he’s rather smart. He knows that countless girls marvel at
his existence. That is why he picked you to be his friend–you never
spared him the time of day. He liked that you didn’t bat an eye at him.
That’s his favorite thing about you, actually. You don’t bother him like
everyone else does. That’s why you’re both so close.
ignite that friendship, he sat next to you during a lecture one day.
You had your notebook prepared with a series of pen colors to categorize
every note. You’d just gotten new glasses so your vision of the board
was exceptional. Then, Jungkook put a small box on your notebook. After
staring at the box of powdered doughnut holes for more than enough time,
you looked over at the brown-haired boy; a confused mask consuming your
face. He was wearing a vibrant red sweatshirt and black joggers.
A smile spread over his smooth face as he said, “Doughnut hole?”
Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you
Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.
It all had started after the night Yoongi and you had sex for the first time.
The thoughts of that night were consuming, if you closed your eyes, or even with your eyes wide open the memories of it were as vivid as if it had just happened, as you brushed your hair and saw your reflection in the mirror you had to admit your attention was no longer on getting ready to go out as the way Yoongi had held you occupied every single spot on your mind; the way his hands had caressed every single part of your skin setting every nerve on fire, the feeling of him inside of you, the sounds you had made, what you provoked in him and of course, his eyes on you, a dark and exquisite delight that had you yearning for it more than you should.
You knew sex with him would be different from any other experience that you previously had, Yoongi was a demon, and for demons sex alluded a whole new level of sensations; sensations that he had let you feel.
You shuddered at the thought, trying to fight back the wave of heat that ran through your whole body. Because now you were aware that at that night Yoongi had done something that let him sense, if he wished, whatever happened to you, what you were feeling.
It was a black mark that you had only noticed two days ago when you felt something itching at the back of your neck; but that he had done to you a week ago at his place. Yoongi had thought he could get away with you having it and not seeing it. You had confronted him about it the same day you found out, and when you learned what the mark could do you were baffled, he had stepped over a limit for you. Yoongi had blatantly answered that he was a demon and had no limits nor morals. It was a furious battle that unfortunately you hadn’t won, yet.
Caressing your nape, you felt the spot where the mark was, an intricate circle that swirled in beautiful arabesques. The mark, that looked like a well made tattoo, was placed on your nape just below your hair line, where Yoongi had bit you that time but you had thought it was just out of the heat of the moment, you remembered the whimper you had let out at that precise moment, followed by Yoongi’s husky groans. Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head once more. Through it Yoongi could know if you were happy or afraid, if you were in danger or even if you felt… aroused. So you tried to stay calm and not give him any more reasons to be smug. Because he’d know.
You wanted the mark out, because as much as you liked how he could make you feel everything magnified during sex through it, you absolutely hated that your privacy was diminished to nothing. Yoongi had been rather elusive about the mark, telling it was only for your protection, which you believed, but it still made you feel uncomfortable, you wanted it gone.
You continued brushing your hair, now looking at your reflection, but instead of only seeing yourself your eyes caught a shadow, it moved behind you hiding when you focused on it. You were no longer alone in your apartment.
Jumping to your feet you looked around for something to use as a weapon, you knew it couldn’t be Yoongi, he wouldn’t bother scaring you like this. Your heart beat faster as you felt the creeping sensation of fear start. The only weapon you had in hand was your hair dryer, so you grabbed that.
The shadow, that had previously disappeared, got into the light, revealing to be a young guy, more or less your age that you could have confused with a college student, but there was something off about him, he exuded the same aura that you had seen in Yoongi’s companions. Albeit him looking kind of angelic with fluffy honey hair and soft features you knew better. He was also a demon.
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: Sugar daddy Bucky starts to emerge in this part
You spent Friday afternoon dodging butlers, gardeners, chefs and servers who were going in and out of the house, preparing for the party that would happen later that night. Bucky went away to meet someone for business arrangements. You lounged in your bedroom, staring down and watched as the workers unfolded the amusement park before you. Shea was putting fresh towels in the bathroom.
“What are you going to wear for the party, Y/N?” She asked.
“I’m not sure,” You replied. “I’m actually not even sure if I should attend the party.”
“And why is that?” Her voice echoed in the cast bathroom.
You shrugged, “I don’t want to run into any of my coworkers and I also don’t want them to suspect anything.”
“I see,” She said. “Would you still like me to help you pick out something to wear?”
You nodded and walked towards the giant walk in closet that came with the bedroom. You had very little clothing so you only used the first floor of the closet. With Shea’s help, you agreed with a chair of worn out jeans and a shirt.
“I like it,” Shea said. “Very trendy.” She paused and placed a finger on her earpiece. “I have just received word that Mister Barnes has touched down and will arrive at any moment.”
She was right, about fifteen minutes later, the mansion gates were opened and a black SUV Cadillac rolled in. You walked out just as Bucky was climbing the steps. He smiled and pulled you in for a long lingering kiss.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” He said in his low voice. “Did you miss me?”
“Your trip war shorter than I realized it would be,” You said.
“Henry, my pilot does his job well,” He explained and looked over your head to see the commotion going on in his house. “I can see that the preparations are almost done.”
“Mister Barnes,” Ace interrupted. “Where would you like me to put the packages?”
Bucky turned to him before looking back at you, “Put them in Y/N’s room. I’m sure she’ll have a splendid time opening them all.”
You watched as three butlers grabbed two bags each and carried them into the house. Your lips parted and you turned to Bucky, he smiled at you.
“You didn’t have to do that,” You said.
“But I wanted to,” He added. “Go on, I’ll be there in a bit.”
Although you probably should have argued with him some more, you couldn’t help but be excited about the new gifts. You’ve never been given more than 5 presents in your lifetime and now you were receiving 6 at the same time. You turned on your heel and hurried up the stairs, careful not to run into servers who were rushing around with trays of wine glasses. The butlers walked past you as you entered your bedroom.
You didn’t know where to begin. You grabbed the box white box that said ‘Jimmy Choo’, you opened it and instantly fell in love with the beautiful champagne heels that sat in the box. They fit you perfectly and put the box on your bed before moving onto the next gift. You pulled out a sheer gray robe with gray fur trimming. You immediately slipped it on and felt overwhelmed. All in all, you received two new dresses another pair of shoes and a brand new Macbook.
“Do you like it?” Bucky asked.
You turned and engulfed him into a kiss, “ I love it.”
“Almost forgot one thing,” He pulled out something from behind his back. It was a velvet rectangular box. He opened it and revealed a gorgeous pearl necklace that had over twenty pearls. You took it in your hand and continued to stare at it, not believing what was before your eyes.
“It’s beautiful,” You said.
“Picked it out myself,” He smiled proudly.
“But why?” You looked at him. “Why would you get it for me?”
“You deserve to get treated like the queen that you are.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to join the party?” Bucky asked.
You shook your head and balanced the glass of liquor in your hand. “I would much rather be here with you.” You looked out the window in his study. The pandemonium was in the courtyard. Men and women jumped into the pool and acted as if they were at a carnival. They danced wherever and with whoever they desired.
You had spent the entire time in his study, talking about his business trip and upcoming ones. You slowly grew tired of watching and turned away before sitting on the velvet sofa that was in the room. You leaned back and rested the glass on the coffee table. You closed your eyes just as Ace walked in.
“Mister Barnes it’s Mister Harrison,” He said.
“He’s here? Now?” Bucky asked. You opened your eyes to see an annoyed look flash through his eyes. “Will you be alright by yourself for a few minutes?”
“Sorry, doll, it’s business,” He said and followed Ace out the door.
Within the thirty minutes that he was gone, you had ordered five drinks. By the time he walked back into the room, you were quite tipsy. He looked angry but when his eyes fell on you, they softened and he pulled you into a kiss. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and held you against his chest. He sighed and you weren’t sure if you wanted to ask him about the event that just occurred.
“Have you seen the firework show?” He asked.
“From the small window in my cottage,” You said.
“What’s the point of coming to these parties if you miss the best part?” He grabbed your hand. “Come on, I’ll give you the best view.”
He led you to a door that was hidden behind a thick curtain. Bucky opened it and revealed a dimly lit spiral staircase. He motioned for you to go up and you did, without hesitation. By the time you reached the top, your thighs were on fire. You pushed the door open and stepped onto the roof. You looked behind you, Bucky emerged from one of the many towers that were built into the palace.
Bucky pointed to the horizon. “ The show’s about to start.”
Just as the words left his mouth, fireworks erupted throughout the sky, lighting it all up. It was one after another. You walked closer to the edge, Bucky held your waist close to his body. You looked down and watched as a man dressed in a suit was moving his hands as if conducting the fireworks himself. They sparkled in the sky in dozens of brilliant colors. A smile plays on your lips as you watched the mesmerizing show of color and fire.
Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention, you looked away momentarily and saw a few of Bucky’s butlers beating the shit out of an older man. You pursed your lips and immediately looked away. You looked back into the sky just as the last of the fireworks went off. They spread across the sky in giants balls of shimmering light. You turned and pressed a kiss on Bucky as the fireworks continued to rage on behind you.
You woke up in a room that was bigger than any you’ve ever been in. The ceiling was high, the chandelier was dark, its crystals were dim. The duvet was a silky gold color. The bed was large, making you feel small and alone. You sat up. Your hair was disheveled and your shirt was on the floor. The drapes were dark and covered the probably equally tall windows. You looked around, the second floor of the bedroom had tall shelves with clothes. Each cubby was full. You pushed yourself off the bed and grabbed your sheer robe that was draped over a chair. You picked up your shirt and hurried out of the room. The train of the robe billowed behind you as you rushed through the halls. You turned a corner and crashed into Shea
“Y/N!” She exclaimed. “I was just coming to fetch you from Mister Barnes’ bedroom.”
“Holy shit,” You said aloud. “His room is huge!”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been in it,” She said and shrugged onto the next subject. “Want me to take you to your room? The house is big, it’s easy to get lost.”
You nodded meekly.
You breathed in a breath of fresh air once you stepped into your bedroom. Shea opened the balcony doors, the thin curtains flowed in from the light gust of wind that was picking up.
“Mister Barnes in waiting for you in the kitchen,” Shea said. “Now I have some errands to run.”
“Thank you, Shea,” You smiled as she left.
You changed into something more comfortable before slipping on your robe and walking down to the kitchen. Bucky looked at you and smiled. You couldn’t help but feel sick.
“Morning doll, you look beautiful,” He said.
You gave him a forced smile, “Last night, did we…?”
He furrowed his eyebrows then shook his head, “God, no. You were drunk and half conscious, I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”
You walked over to him, cupped his cheeks and stood on your toes to kiss him, “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. Not that I don’t want to do that with you,” You quickly said. “It’s just that, I down want it to be like that.” You blushed furiously as the word vomit continued to spill out of your mouth.
Bucky smiled, “I know what you mean, love.” He kissed your forehead. “I made breakfast.” He showed you the plate of French toast.
Your mouth watered as you took the plate. The smell was so strong but so good. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you wolfed down three slices of the French toast. You leaned back in your chair and took a deep breath.
“That was delicious,” You remarked.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he said.
You looked around the kitchen. The vivid memory of the butlers beating up the guy was still burning in your head. You found yourself staring off into the distance, your mind going blank as you looked at nothing in particular. You forced yourself to look away, meeting Bucky’s eyes once again.
“I spaced out for a moment there,” You regarded.
Ace walked into the room, he whispered something into Bucky’s ear. He nodded and stood up, “I need to take this.” He walked out of the room with Ace trailing behind him. Shea appeared from around the corner. You needed to get out of the house for a while.
“Shea, would you like to come with me to the store?” You asked.
Her eyes widened momentarily, “Are you sure you want me to come?”
You nodded, “Yes, we can have someone drive us.”
“Okay,” She said. “I’ll have Thomas bring a car over.”
You felt like you were suffocating. Living in Bucky’s place was great but you only ever left the house when you went out on dates. It’s time you get some fresh air and go out on your own. You needed to clear your head and Bucky will be fine if he’s alone for a while.
for weeks after the accident, lance refused anyone who wanted to come into his room. even when they heard hard thuds and curses that make a nun faint, he constantly refused to let anyone in. he didn’t want any of them to see him. he couldn’t bare to see them pity him, he didn’t want their pity. he wanted his legs. he wanted to be able to walk on his own again. he wanted to be ‘normal’ again. it wasn’t until he tried to take a bath by himself and got stuck in the tub that he finally let someone into the room to help after hours of trying to get out of the tub by himself. after that, he did let some people into his room, but even that was a rarity.
weeks turned into months, and no matter what Hunk or his father tried to, lance refused to leave his room ( ha, as if he could do it by himself anymore). they pretty much tried anything and everything to coax him out of his room; hunk’s cooking, trips to the strip mall by the beach, even just a drive around the town. nothing they did seem to even interest lance like they used to. no matter what they tried, it only seemed like their son, Hunk’s best friend, was slowly withering away right before their eyes and they felt absolutely helpless in stopping it.
finally, after months of watching lance slowly spiral down into depression, his mother had enough of it. she looked up different clinics that might be able to help her son find himself again. after hours of searching, and asking in different chat rooms, and whittling down the search criteria until she finally came across a clinic called the “Altea physical therapy clinic”. interesting. she clicks the website, and is taken to their webpage. she reads through the website and she cant help but smile as she reads all the great treatments as well as therapy treatments. she immediately signs up her son into their program, knowing that deep down this was the best thing for lance.
knock knock knock
“lance? honey? can i come in?”
she only gets a grunt in response, but goes in anyways. lance’s mother sees that he’s actually out of bed today, and even better he got dressed, even if it’s just sweatpants and an old ‘Metallica’ shirt. he’s sitting in his wheel chair and looking out of his window that faces the ocean. she walks up to him and kneels down beside him, putting her hand on his shoulder. lance knows what that means; she wants to talk with him. not talk at him, but with him. and lance knows better than to ignore his mama.
lance looks over to his mama, showing that he’s listening….or at the very least he’s acknowledging that she’s there. either way, she isn’t going to take no for an answer.
“lance, honey, i know that you’re struggling. and no one blames you for taking your time. but honey, your father and i can’t just stand by and watch you wither away from is right before our eyes. you need to…..” she stops herself short of saying ‘take a step forward’, she doesn’t want lance to close in again. “… you need to make an effort to get better. even if its just getting out of house, taking a ride with me or your father. something that will help make you happy, instead staying coupe up in your room everyday.”
she waits for some kind of response; a noise, a word, a shake of the head, anything. after what felt like minutes, lance nods his head in understanding. if it would make his mama happy, he’ll try to make more of an effort, even when he’s not entirely sure that he can do that. but he’d hate to make his mother suffer as much as he is. his mother breathes a sigh of relief, glad that the first part of her plan worked, now on to the next part of her plan.
“ I’m so glad lance, I’m so proud of you. you know, you can even start right now. I’m going to be heading to the store in a couple of minutes, and it would be great if you came with me.”
lance looks at his mama as if she said that aliens were real. he can’t go to the store. he can’t. there are people there. people he knows. people he’s known all his life. people that he’s grown up with and gone to school with. people who will look at him. people who will pity him or look down at him because of this god forsaken chair.
“mama, I don’t know know about going to the store. I-”
“please, mijo, i promise you wont regret it.”
after minutes of a silent battle between them, lance lets out a sigh of defeat. he knows that once his mother has an idea in her mind, there’s no way he can change her mind. maybe he’ll be able to talk her into letting him stay in the car, at least there, he won’t look like a complete pity case. but god help him if she wants to go into the store. his mother gives a warm smile, and with quick hands, she rolls lance outside for the first time in months. it takes a bit of work, and alot of protesting from lance about not needing the help, but she finally is able to get lance in the car and his wheel chair in the back seat.
she hops into the car, and after sparking the engine to life, she quickly drives out of the driveway, and heads towards the city.
its not long before lance asks where they’re going, since the grocery store they always go to was in town, not the city.
“mama, where are we going? this isn’t the way to the store.”
“whaaaaat? i was sure this was the way.”
lance gives his mother a hard stare. she may be hard headed, but a convincing liar, she is not.
“mom. where are we going?”
“you’ll see. but i can promise it isn’t the store.”
“that does not answer my question mom. where. are. we. going?”
at that moment, his mama pulls off the road into a parking lot. lance looks out the windshield and sees a building with a sign that says ‘Altea Physical Therapy Clinic’.
lance looks over to his mom, not amused in the slightest.
Can you do an jughead imagine? Where the reader is a really good singer and archie asks for the readers help, So jughead get really jealous. BTW I really love your work!! THANK you for blessing us with your talent in literature!!♡♡♡
I need some possessive jughead x reader pls ☺🙈
Honestly you’re the sweetest thing since…I don’t even know what but thank you! I hope you enjoy this one guys! Sorry it’s taking me a while to get through these, I’m actually getting requests and I’m shocked 😂 I may have to put them on hold so I can finish the ones that are still waiting. Love you guys! 💕
‘Okay, seriously, I get you love your burgers and their god’s gift to creation, but, so am I. So, can I please just have one bite? Please?’ I pleaded with my boyfriend, pouting and resting my chin on his shoulder.
'Y/N, I asked you if you wanted your own and you said no.’ He pointed out, taking a teasing bite of his mouth watering burger.
'Because I wasn’t hungry then, so I’m hungry now.’ I argued, reaching for the burger, only for Jughead with this long arms to lift it out of my reach, causing me to glare at him, crossing my arms.
'Fine, no kisses then for you.’ I smirked a little, seeing his own smirk drop, raising his eyebrow.
'Oh really?’ He teased, whilst I could feel his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. He went to lean in as I turned my head.
'Really.’ I smiled innocently. The bell dinged in Pop’s, Archie walking into the restaurant. He looked around until he spotted the two of us, giving us a wave before walking over and joining us.
'Great, just the person I needed to see.’ He smiled, sitting down and wresting his elbows on the table.
'Arch, you see enough of me in your own house.’ Jughead laughed, taking another bite of his burger with a satisfied smirk.
'Actually, I was talking about Y/N.’ I frowned a little in confusion, a small smile still on my face.
'Why do you need me for?’
'Well, you’re a singer, aren’t you?’ Archie asked, making me duck my head a little. I had a minor stage fright if people hearing my voice, especially the likes of Josie and the Pussycats.
Archie scoffed. 'Yeah, okay, whatever you want to believe. Anyway, I’m having trouble singing and writing this new song, I think I need your help to finish it and make it a duet.’
I laughed, smiling at Jughead who looked between the two of us. 'Um, are you sure that you want my help? You could go to Josie or Valerie?’
'No, I need your help. You’ll know how to fix this the best.’
'Alright, I’ll bed and assist. When?’
'Tomorrow, my house?’ He asked, smiling. I nodded cheerfully, seeing him grin at me. 'Great, I’ll see you then. I’ve gotta go, but, see you later Y/N, see you at home, Jug!’ Archie called out, walking out of Pop’s.
I shook my head, laughing a bit. 'This will be interesting I can assure you.’
Jughead remained quiet, a comfortable arm around my waist. 'Look, Y/N…’ he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, 'I don’t want you doing this with Archie.’
'Wait - what? Why not?’ I asked, turning my body more towards him.
'With Archie’s history now, Ms. Grundy, then Veronica, then Valarie, Cheryl…I don’t trust him with you.’
'Can you trust me to be with him? And trust if he tries anything, you can deal with him your way?’ I bit my lip, seeing him sigh in annoyance. He didn’t look happy.
'Y/N, he’s becoming a player. You’re not going to do this with him.’
'You’ll be there.’
'Yeah, then he’ll make an excuse to get you two alone to work together on the live song he’s planning on writing. I’m not stupid.’
'No, Y/N. You’re not doing this.’
'Because he could easily take you away from me!’ He exclaimed, running his hands over his face. I bit my lip, looking at his frustrated facial expression. He’d never acted like this before, he never acted so worried.
I moved closer to him, resting my head on his chest. I felt him wrap his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head. 'I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.’ I told him.
'No, I’m sorry - I overreacted. If you want to do this, I should trust you. I mean - it’s just, I don’t trust…’
'You don’t trust Archie.’ I concluded, nodding my head. 'It’s alright. I’m a big girl, Jug. I can take care of myself.’
'I know,’ he chuckled, kissing the top of my head. 'Sometimes I forget that. Just remember one thing; you’re mine.’
I chuckled, lifting my head up to look at him. 'And you’re mine.’ I replied cheekily, pecking his lips longingly.
'I’m okay with that.’ He replied, kissing my forehead.
‘Pink it was love at first sight…Yeah, pink when I turn out the light…’
Your phone alarm screams loudly, your eyes darting open at the blaring Aerosmith tune. Your brain tries to adjust when you feel the bed shaking behind you as Harry tries to stifle his laughter. It had become a running joke with Harry since you moved in with him, that he found quite hilarious. Every night after you would fall asleep, he would change your alarm ringtone to a different song. You never knew whose music you would wake up to, but you loved that it entertained him so much.
You grinned before slowly turning your head on the pillow to face him. He looked at you, reached to shut off the alarm, and full-on laughed, wrapping his arm around your back.
“Appropriate, don’t you think?” he asks, still enjoying his joke.
“Pink is the only true rock and roll color, I hear,” you tease and he kisses your cheek.
“Mornin’, my love,” Harry says, sprinkling your neck and face with good morning kisses.
“It is, isn’t it?” you yawn. “Good morning.”
He pulls you into a warm, relaxing hug and you both whimper, not wanting to start your days.
“We don’t really have to get up, do we?” you ask, whining.
“Afraid so,” he says, sighing heavily. “Busy day today.” You groan, not wanting to leave the bed or his arms. In an effort to wake you up thoroughly, Harry suddenly climbs on top of you, full weight, his arms and legs sprawled toward each corner of the bed, his head cheek to cheek with yours, teasing you to try to get up. He laughs as you struggle under him, and you’re laughing too hard to gain enough strength to attempt to push him off of you.
“Get off of me!” you laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Come on, babe,” Harry laughs. “We really need to get up and get ready. Stop messing around now!” Harry laughs as you continue to struggle under him and laugh. Finally he pulls himself back up on his arms and looks into your face. “Awake now?”
“How could I not be?” you say as you regain your composure. “Are you my 13 year old brother or something?”
“Didn’t think I was your 13 year old brother last night, did you?” he flirts, raising his eyebrows up and down, giggling then kissing you sweetly.
“Definitely…not,” you say, remembering the moans and orgasms of the night before. “Definitely not.”
He kisses you again, sliding his arms between your body and the mattress under you, holding you tightly for a long moment.
“I love this,” Harry whispers in your ear.
“Me, too,” you return quietly in his.
“I’m done early today,” Harry says, stopping the car outside the entrance of your building. The paps that had once been loitering outside your office had found bigger fish to fry and had moved along, allowing your public existence to be easier again. You for one couldn’t have been happier. You had both kept a hushed mouth about your relationship, causing the rumor mill to fly. Were you a couple? Just good friends? A PR stunt? You had managed to keep it under wraps that you were living with Harry now, and were careful not to be seen out together to still the shark-filled waters, so when new fresh sightings and gossip stopped circulating, the paps became bored and moved on, and most people assumed there wasn’t much to it. “I’m going home and writing this afternoon but I’ll come get you at 5, alright?”
“Harry,” you insist. “You don’t have to. I can take the tube. Don’t interrupt your writing to come get me. It’s fine.”
“I don’t want you riding the tube, sweetheart,” he stresses, for what he thought must have been the 100th time, at least. “What happens if you get in, not realizing a pap or two are there and you’re trapped inside with them until your stop?”
“Harry, they’re bored with me now,” you whine. “See? Nobody here waiting to see if I’ll be making out with Harry Styles outside of my office building. They’re probably in their usual spots looking for you!”
“Still,” he says. “If I can’t be here, I’d much rather you take a taxi home, or I’ll hire a driver to get you around when I can’t.”
“Because me taking a taxi to your house is less conspicuous than me taking the tube somewhere, where I can easily dash into a bar or cafe or shop if a pap is looming?” you ask. He sighs, shaking his head, becoming frustrated with you.
“You just don’t fully understand yet, love,” he says, running his hand through his curly locks. “Just…,” he growls. “Just promise that if you take the tube when I’m not here to get you, that you are very aware of your surroundings, and text me before you board so I know you’re on your way. Alright?”
You smile at him and he smiles hesitantly. “Now,” you say, bluntly. “Will you please make out with me so I can go to work?”
He chuckles, leaning toward you with his hand behind your head, pulling you toward him gently. “Just…I want you safe, you know?”
“I know,” you say, kissing him gently. “I will be safe, I promise.”
He kisses you with a flurry of soft kisses, each making a light smacking sound, then pulling you into a loving hug. “Have a good day, babe,” he says, grinning again.
“You, too,” you answer. “Love you,” you say, pulling on the handle and pushing the door open.
“Love you,” he smiles in return.
At 5 o’clock you walk to the break room for a water bottle, then start to walk out, running into your best friend as you cross through the doorway.
“There she is!” Kari yells, kissing your cheek. “Fancy a cold one at the pub, love?”
“As much as I would love that, I’ll have to beg out for another night,” you reply. “So tired tonight. I’m ready to go home, take off my bra, and put my feet up with a bottle of wine.”
Kari frowned. “That article you’ve been working on got you bogged, has it?” You nod as the two of you begin the walk toward the front doors of the building. “Alright, I’ll let it go for tonight, but soon! We need to catch up again.”
“I promise,” you smile, stepping through the doors to the flow of people leaving work for the evening. You look around, not seeing Harry’s car, so you begin walking alongside Kari toward the nearest tube station. Talking and giggling, arm in arm, you hear a horn honk and turn around, seeing Harry pull up next to you.
“Hey,” Harry smiles after rolling the window down. “Sorry. Tried to get here before you left.”
“I told you…” you begin.
“I know,” he says, “But I was finished, I swear. Thought we’d run get some food and wine.”
You nod and hug Kari, then open the door to get inside.
“Kari, can I give you a lift home?” Harry asks kindly. “You’re welcome to join us for dinner.”
“No, thank you, darlin’,” she smiles. “Goin’ to pop into Tommy’s for a drink before I go home. Make her get some sleep. Her assignment is the shits right now. She could use some rest. Maybe a good back rub.”
“I will, thanks,” he smiles, taking your hand as you close your door, both of you waving to Kari as Harry drives away.
“So, did you really finish writing, or just want to pick me up?” you snicker.
“Hungry for curry, that’s all,” he smirks. “Now, let’s get some dinner and go home.”
You pick up food and wine and enjoy a relaxing meal at home. While the two of you clean up, Harry notices you yawning.
“Tired?” he asks.
“Yeah, a bit,” you reply. “But not ready to go to bed. I missed you today.”
He grins, wiping his hands on a towel and tossing it on the counter. He turns and pulls you into a close hug.
“I missed you, too,” he said into your neck. “Hey, wanna hear a bit of what I worked on this afternoon?”
“Yes!” That excited you. Usually Harry kept his songs to himself until they were complete. So to hear a snippet of one yet to be finished was a treat.
You sat on the sofa while he grabbed his guitar then sat beside you.
“Not finished yet, of course,” he smiled, shining his dimples at you, “But this is what I have so far.”
You nod as he begins to play his latest creation, and you smile at him off and on, absorbing it like a sponge. As he finishes what he has, he looks at you with wide eyes.
“What did you think?” he questions you. “Another verse and a bit of work on that bridge and I’ll have it.”
“It sounds great, Harry!” you praise. “Wow, how you keep making these songs and sounds that are so different and so good…just amazes me.” You shake your head astounded. You have great respect for his talent, and never cease being awed by it.
He beams with pride, blushing slightly. “Thank you. Should have it ready for the studio soon, I think.” He sets his guitar back onto its stand in the corner then walks to you, holding out his hand. “How about let’s go upstairs and watch some telly before we sleep?”
You smile at the sound of that, take his hand, and walk upstairs with him. You both get ready for bed, Harry pulling back your covers for you as you climb in. He has already turned on the large tv on the wall, and begun flipping through the channels to find something to watch. You prop your pillow up a bit next to Harry’s, as he lays his hand on top of yours between your bodies on the mattress.
“So, tell me about this article that is giving you so much trouble, love,” he says, having no luck on something to watch but continues searching. “What’s it about?”
“Fuckin’ politics,” you groan. “Do you know what I hate more than politics?”
“Hm?” Harry asks, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes.
“Nothing!” you pop while he laughs at you. “British politics, at that. I’m American. I didn’t like politics when I lived in America, and I don’t like them living in London, where I understand them even less. And it’s a double issue of the magazine, so double the research, double the writing…hate it.”
“Awwww,” he leans toward you, kissing your temple. “I’m sorry, babe. I hope you’re able to get it done soon. Try not to stress too much over it.”
“I’ll try. There!” you say, pointing at the tv. “Let’s watch that.”
“You told me you didn’t like that show,” he scoffed.
“I don’t,” you giggle. “But you love it, and I love watching you giggle while you watch it.”
He chuckles, setting the remote down and pulling you against his chest, his arm behind you, and hand softly caressing up and down your arm. Within a couple of minutes, Harry hears your breathing become steady.
“Love?” he asks quietly. You don’t answer, just continue breathing gently against his chest. He kisses your forehead, turns off the tv, and lowers down gently into the bed, careful not to wake you. He caresses your head, kissing it lightly, then closes his eyes. As much as he enjoys visiting with you in the evenings, the feeling he felt of you in his arms sleeping, he couldn’t imagine anything much better in that moment.
“Carry on my wayward son. There’ll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more.”
You shoot straight up in bed catching your breath as the familiar Kansas song blasts at a very high volume from your phone, shocking you from a sound sleep. As it blares you see Harry suddenly jolt awake, rolling over and falling into the floor next to the bed. You laugh loudly, hysterically even, realizing his own joke just backfired on him.
As you laugh uncontrollably, you look over the side of the bed and see Harry quickly scramble to grab the phone and shut off the alarm. As he pushes the screen to silence it, he looks at you with huge eyes from the floor below.
“Thought that was funny, did you?” he smiles mischievously in his morning voice, as you continue to laugh. “I’ll show you funny!”
You scream as Harry jumps into the bed and begins tickling you, causing the unpleasant panic one gets when being tickled. You both laugh, collapsing on the bed.
“Kind of bit me in the ass this time, didn’t it?” he laughs. He hugs you as you both begin to calm again, kissing you sweetly. “I’m sorry, baby. Must have accidentally turned up the volume.”
“Totally worth it for the show I got from you after,” you laugh again. He tickles you again as you scream for him to stop, then happily accept his apologetic kiss. “You know what sucks about it most?”
“What’s that?” he asks, grinning at you, yawning.
“Today’s Saturday,” you giggle.
Harry hadn’t realized he set an alarm for you to get up on the day neither of you had work. He chuckled with furrowed brow, unbelieving he had done that. He pulled you back up to the head of the bed from where you were, covered you both back with the sheets, and hugged you.
“Let’s catch a bit more sleep then, shall we?” he chuckles, planting kisses on your lips. “Can’t believe…” he groans to himself as you giggle, the two of you eventually drifting back to sleep.
After another couple of hours of sleep, you both reluctantly pull yourself out of bed and start your day. You had some cleaning and such that you wanted to get done, and Harry busied himself around the house doing his own little tasks. It was unusual for Harry to have a day with no work, but he purposely scheduled them when he could manage it so the two of you could have time together. Every now and then, as you puttered around the house, you would feel him walk past you, hugging you gently, planting a light kiss against your head or shoulder, caressing your hip as he observed what you were doing. It always made you feel special when he did that…made you feel wanted.
“Babe?” Harry asks as you look at him. “How about a swim? We’ve accomplished a lot today. We deserve it.” He smiles at you, taking the stack of folded towels from your arms and placing them in the linen closet, closing the door. “What you say?”
“I say,” you smile, “that sounds wonderful.” You kiss him sweetly.
You both change into swim suits and Harry grabs a couple of towels while you fix some cold drinks. It was a warm day so the cool pool water would feel good. You hear Harry turn on some music and you begin to sing along to the classic playing. As you turn to walk toward the pool, you see Harry walking straight toward you with an ornery grin. Before you can run the opposite direction, he quickly lifts you over his shoulder, walks to the edge of the pool, tossing you into the deep end. You scream as you hit the water, then feel and hear the splash of him jumping in after.
You surface, catching your breath and looking around for the person responsible for the sudden attack. In another few seconds, you see him appear above the surface, swimming the opposite direction from you and laughing. You try to swim to where he is to retaliate, but being a much faster swimmer than you, he manages to stay out of reach. You finally give up and swim the opposite direction to the edge of the pool. In a moment he is swimming up to you, his hands quickly finding your waist.
“Been thinking about doing that all day,” he laughs. “Forgive me?” He leans his back against the wall of the pool. You roll your eyes at him and ignore his request. “Oh, come on now, love. It was only a joke.”
You move to stand in front of him and allow him to wrap his arms around you, still a smirk on his face.
“Forgive me?” he says with an over-exaggerated pouty mouth.
You smile at him, then lift your knee as quickly as the water would allow, stopping closely enough to your knee making contact with James and the Giant Peaches for him to suck in his breath and throw his hand into the water in an attempt to protect himself.
“That…was only a joke…” you tease.
“That…was a low blow,” he says with a grin.
“No, a low blow would have drowned me,” you flirt, waiting for him to get the joke, then smiling when he finally does and laughs. You feel his arms hold you tightly and his mouth move to your collarbone, nibbling on it gently. His lips slowly move up your neck, sprinkling kisses along your jaw, then taking your mouth with his. You playfully kiss for several minutes until he turns you so that the wall is now against your back. He presses you firmly against it and smiles, knowing you can’t get away from his hold, but satisfied in knowing you don’t want to.
“Gonna make you forget about that shit work assignment this weekend, love,” he promises, his mouth quickly finding your neck again. You feel him bite then suction onto your neck and aggressively leave his mark on you. Your hand finds his hair and tugs lightly but he doesn’t release his hold until he’s ready to. As he eventually pulls away, he kisses the discolored spot and moans, loving marking you, knowing you like it, too.
“Just markin’ m’territory, love,” he would say teasingly. “Like a dog pissin’ on his patch of lawn, tellin’ the other pups not to touch what’s his.”
You didn’t mind being the lawn the dog was pissin’ on, when it was Harry doing the pissing, you thought, giggling. You loved for Harry to claim you as his. Mark of honor in a way, and he never got too carried away, and definitely never hurt you.
He continues kissing and nibbling around your neck and shoulders, his hands untying your bikini top and tossing it somewhere around the patio, not really caring at the moment where it landed. He smirked at you with a flirting look as his attention moved to your breasts, kneading them with his large hands. His tongue licked your lips lightly, sucking on your bottom lip, pulling on it, parting them so his tongue could taste you more deeply.
Harry moved his mouth down your neck and attached onto your shoulder, causing you to dig your nails into his back, making you groan into his ear. You feel one of his hands drop from your breast and slowly make its way to your bikini-clad mound. His fingers easily slide between the fabric and your skin, and before you could think clearly, you felt his hand cup you, his fingers sliding down your slit and back again. The feeling of his strong hand being held into place a bit by your tight bikini bottom was intoxicating. You felt him slip a finger inside of you, immediately finding that special spot. Your breathing increases in his ear.
“Wanna feel your hot juices flow in this cool water, love,” he says quietly into your ear. His teeth tug lightly at your earlobe as you moan lightly, feeling a second finger sliding inside of you and stroking you firmly. “Want that, too?”
You nod against him, already weak from his touch and breathing heavier. By now Harry knew all of your sexual weaknesses. As much as you could be a dominatrix when the mood suited, you loved when Harry took control, intentionally turning you on to the point you are nearly begging for him. Nearly crying from how great the sexual feeling and desire are. He learned early in your relationship that talking dirty to you drove you mad. Being aggressive worked well, too, and anytime he could make you squirt, you were his puppet…his sex slave…his.
“I said, do you want that?” he says more sternly, pressing you tighter against the wall, his fingers still working inside of you.
“Please,” you plead. “Yes,…please…” you moan into his ear.
Without hesitation you feel Harry change the pressure and motion of his fingers inside of you, intensifying the strokes they make on your wall. He feels the change already against his fingertips, spongey and ballooning, and quickly hooks his fingers in, the palm of his hand hitting rhythmically against your clit, aggressively working you.
“Oh god!” you groan loudly, thankful the people of London couldn’t hear your cries of ecstasy at the hand of Harry. Or maybe you would love for them to. The water slapped loudly as Harry’s breathing became a pant, dedicated to not letting up on his captivity over you. His fingers worked you intensely as your clit received a battering from his palm.
“Mmm, like that?” he asks and you nod. “Feel that you do.” Your breathing becomes more rapid as you tighten your hold around him. “Oh, that’s it, babe,” he says encouragingly. “That’s it. Squeezing m’fingers so tight. Let me feel you in my hand, baby.”
You yell as your body becomes a quaking frenzy under Harry’s dominance, your hot liquids shooting out around Harry’s hand in the pool water. He feels your orgasm from his fingers, into his aching, cramping arm, but he doesn’t let up while you ride out your orgasm, your head leaning against his chest helplessly. The water around his thigh is so warm it makes him moan.
“Oh, so fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he whispers into your hair as he kisses your head. “I’ll never tire of that.”
“Me, either,” you say, barely above a whisper as your breathing begins to regulate once more.
Harry rubs you gently, soothing the part of you he had just, literally, single-handedly destroyed, then pulls his hand from your bikini bottom.
“Let’s go inside,” he says, kissing you passionately. “Gonna take care of you again.”
You hate this article. Stupid, stupid article about politicians and a big story happening at the time. Important to many but not to you. Maybe it should be, but it wasn’t. And why did your supervisor give the story to you when you know nothing about British politics? You had no idea, but after a 15 minute disagreement/discussion, you realized you were not going to win and you would be writing that article or moving a rung down the corporate ladder.
You pop a couple of headache killers into your mouth, take another long sip off your bottle of water, swallowing the little blue bippies, then begin working on the piece again. After a bit more time, and becoming increasingly frustrated, you decide to take a break and walk to Kari’s office floor. You walk to her desk and look at her as she looks up from her work and sees the frown on your face.
“Oh, what’s wrong with my lovely?” she coddles, standing and drawing you into a big hug, then offering you a chair to sit and talk. “Tell mama what’s happenin’, darling.”
“Politics suck. Politicians suck, and are boring as hell. I take that back, hell is much more interesting, I’ve been there. And I don’t understand anything about what I’m supposed to be writing. I’m going to make a fool of myself writing this article, Kari. I hate it!” you whine, placing your face into your hands. You feel Kari’s arm around you, attempting to comfort you.
“I wish I could help you, love,” she offers, “but I’ve lived here all me life and still don’t understand a blasted thing about politics.” Kari feels bad that you are so unhappy with your assignment and makes a suggestion. “Come on then.”
“What?” you ask without moving.
“Let’s go have a walk. Get out and enjoy some fresh air. Stuffy in this building today, don’t you think?” she asks.
You nod, welcoming getting out of the office for awhile. The weather had been unkindly hot lately, but today there was a nice breeze so it was bearable. The two of you walk out of the building and begin strolling down the sidewalk toward the little shops that line either side of the street.
“Got yourself some nice love wounds there, babe,” Kari notices, pulling on the wide neckline of the top you are wearing. “You need to tell that boy to find some spots on you that your clothing covers better.”
“Damn, that explains why people keep looking at me with judgmental stares,” you say, adjusting the neck of your top to cover them. “And he leaves them in those places, too. Have to start wearing turtle necks in the middle of summer,” you joke.
“Must have been a good one, yeah?” Kari quips, elbowing you gently and putting her arm around your waist. “Always figured he was good in the sack.”
“Kari…” you say, grinning.
“ ‘Course, always figured you were good in the sack, too, but ya never let me have a taste,” she says honestly as you laugh, hugging her for making you feel better from your exasperating day. “I don’t know, love. Maybe try going to the library or something and reading up on the political situation. Or find someone who knows a hell of a lot more about it than I do to school you in it.”
“That’s not a bad idea, I guess,” you consider. “I swear I’ve read everything on the internet twice. Serve my afternoon better than banging my head against my desk like I did most of the morning.”
The two of you talk and giggle as you continue your walk.
“And ‘good in the sack’ doesn’t even begin to describe it,” you tease.
“You or him?” she asks eagerly as you laugh at her.
Eventually you make it back to your office, save what you had been working on, then walk to your supervisor’s office.
“TJ, I’m leaving to do some research,” you say. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nods at you without looking, so you take off toward the tube station to go to the library near where you used to live. You were familiar with it, even if it was a longer tube ride. Once there you ask the desk clerk to help you find a few resources that could help you with your assignment. For the remainder of the afternoon, your nose stays glued to the books and papers and computer files that explain many of the points about the English political system that you did not understand, and information about the current issue at hand. As you make a note into your laptop, you feel your phone buzz with a call. You see it’s Harry and answer quietly.
“Hey,” you say softly into your phone.
“Babe, where the fuck are you?” he yells into the phone. “You didn’t come out by quarter past so I went inside and nobody has seen you for hours! Where are you? Are you alright?”
“Harry,” you say calmly. “I’m fine. I told TJ I was leaving to do some research. I’m at the library near my old house. I’m sorry, I lost track of time. Let me get my things together and I’ll be home soon, okay?”
“No, stay there,” he said with irritation in his voice. “I’ll be there soon. And stay inside until you see me.”
“Why…” you begin.
“Just do it!” he answers abruptly. “Watch for me.”
You hesitate at how his voice sounds. You could tell he wasn’t happy with you, but he rarely speaks to you that way. He was that upset just because you forgot to text and let him know where you were? You were at the library, for god sake. There was barely another soul there while you were working away.
You stand inside the glass doors and soon see Harry’s car pull up in front of the building. You quickly make your way to the vehicle and climb inside, looking at him. He glances toward you for a brief second then pulls back out onto the road and drives. You feel the tension hanging in the air and see his jaw clenched. You think it’s probably a good idea to not say anything until he does, since he’s the one that’s apparently angry. When Harry’s temper is up, you’ve learned to let him cool down before discussing the matter. Pushing the subject when he’s furious just makes it worse.
You watch out the window as he drives back to the house. He parks and you open your door, grabbing your things, and walk into the house. You take your work things to the spot where they sit until the next days work, and walk upstairs to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. You use the restroom, washing your hands and throwing some water on your face, then running a brush through your hair. As you walk out of the bathroom, pulling your dress over your head, you suddenly see Harry standing in the doorway, startling you.
“Oh, geez!” you say, catching your breath. “Give a girl a heart attack.”
“You’re not gonna say a thing?” he questions, irritation in his voice.
You look at him with an annoyed look. “When have you ever known me to say nothing, hm?”
You walk to the dresser, pulling out a comfy t-shirt and shorts and begin redressing.
“Well, you’ve not said a word yet!” he spat. “Shouldn’t you explain yourself?”
You look at him, chewing the inside of your cheek, feeling as if he is talking to you like you’re a child. “Had parents once, you know. Don’t need another.”
You walk past him out the bedroom door and down the stairs toward the kitchen. Harry is hot on your tail and not dropping it until he has his say. You open the refrigerator door to get a cold bottle of water, but he shuts it before you can get one.
“Don’t feel like you owe me anything?” he says angrily. “I was worried to death! Nobody knew where you were. Hadn’t seen you in hours. You weren’t answering your phone. Do you know how terrified I was, love?”
You had never heard your phone ring until the last call, but that was besides the point. You hadn’t meant to worry him, and because he is who he is, you know the situation can easily be more serious.
“I’m sorry,” you say softly. “Time got away from me and my thoughts were immersed in my work.” You could see he was still angry, that your explanation wasn’t satisfying him yet. “Now, may I please get a drink? I’m thirsty.”
He steps away from the fridge and you grab a cold bottle of water. You turn around, removing the lid, and taking a drink. You look at him pulling on his lip, knowing he’s trying to calm himself again to talk to you.
“You just can’t do that, love,” he says, calmly. “You can’t just…disappear…and not tell anyone where you’ve gone off to! I was thinkin’ the worst!”
“Harry,” you whine, “The ‘worst’ rarely happens in life. And to the world, I’m basically nobody. I’ve been spotted with Harry Styles a few times, sure. But we’ve kept our secrets well-hidden, haven’t we? The paparazzi comes nowhere near me anymore. I’m boring, old news, has-been. They follow people like you, not me.”
“Sweetheart, you just don’t get it!” he yells. “People still speculate that there is something going on between us. And how nobody has discovered yet that we live together, that still baffles me! But you can never, never be too careful, love! How did you get to the library? Taxi or tube?” You start to speak but he interrupts. “Tube! Would you like to know how I know?” You look at him confused.
“Lucky guess?” you sarcastically interject, sparking a glare from him.
“I know you took the tube because there was a fan on the tube,” Harry scolds. “And that fan has now plastered photos of you, riding the tube, with your love bites exposed, claiming they are mine!”
“They are yours!” you reprimand.
“Why didn’t you cover them up?” he yells.
You look at him irritatingly. “Excuse me? Did I do these to myself? You could play connect the fucking dots with all the bites and marks you left on me yesterday! How is that my fault?” you yell.
“I’m not saying…” he stops himself and puts his hands over his mouth for a moment, trying to calm himself again. “The fan on the tube took numerous photos of you, and now they are circulating the internet.”
“Again, not my fault,” you say, matter-of-factly. “I am allowed to ride the tube. There are no signs with photos of me on them, posted anywhere, forbidding me to ride the tube. Maybe the fan should have minded their own damn business!”
“But they don’t, babe!” he yells. “That’s my point! Just because you are entitled to that freedom, that privacy, doesn’t mean you are going to get it!”
You set your jaw, exhaling loudly. You know he’s right but it still isn’t fair. You did nothing wrong, so why should you be the one being yelled at?
“What are they saying about me in the photos?” you ask, your eyes facing the floor.
“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “But do you better understand why I keep asking you to please not take the tube? To be more careful?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you say, feeling blamed for something that wasn’t your fault. “I’m sorry for worrying you, and I’m sorry that everything I do is a reflection on you.”
You hear him sigh then see him walk to you, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your head. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I just worry for you, babe. People can be vicious in my world. I need you to be safe, and you take risks that I wish you would not take.” He holds you more closely. “If anything happened to you…”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” you insist.
“I hope not,” he says calmly, “but reality is, we don’t know that. We don’t know that something won’t happen to me, either. It’s a risk I take to have the life I have.”
“If I told you it was a risk I take to have a life with you, you would jump my ass,” you say, irritated.
He grins then rolls his eyes. “Yeah, alright. Just, please sweetheart, please, for me. No tube. Be more careful, please.”
You nod and sigh. “No tube.”
“Thank you,” he says, hugging you again, so tightly you could barely breathe.
“I’m okay,” you say assuredly. “I’m sorry I worried you. I swear I didn’t hear my phone until the last call.”
“I was so scared something had happened to you,” he said, kissing your temple. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
That night as the two of you slept, you realized how much it had affected Harry, his body not straying from yours the entire night. If you turned to change position, you felt him either pull you back to him, or his body adjust to throw his arm or leg around you somehow, followed by gentle kisses and light snoring. You know he worries about you. You love it as much as you hate it. You worry about him, too. People around the world love Harry, some obsessively. It always makes you nervous when he is in the public so much with appearances and interviews and such, or even when he goes out on his own at times with no bodyguard. And he was always gracious with his fans at meet and greets and encounters on the street, opening his arms to them for a hug or photo. And now with you in the mix, you knew it made it worse. You got a lot of hate socially for merely being associated with him, which you didn’t think twice about for you, but you hated that it reflected on him. You understood his concerns. You would be more careful. He didn’t need that added worry in his life because of you.
“Babe, I’m going to be late tonight,” he says. “I’ll send a car for you, alright?”
“I can get a cab,” you grin. “If you’re going to be late, I may stay late and work, too. Stupid article. Never going to get that thing finished.”
He chuckles at you, sliding his feet into a pair of his Chelsea’s. “I’ll be glad when it’s finished and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“Me, too,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I’ll call for a cab this morning, too. Not quite ready yet.”
“Alright then,” he says, kissing you and hugging you quickly. “Gotta go. Runnin’ late. Love you!”
“Love you!” you call after him, finishing what you need to do then summoning a cab to the house, as you inadvertently spill the end of your cup of tea down the front of you. “Damn it all…” you curse to yourself, quickly running back upstairs to change into something new before the cab arrived. You pull your soiled dress off as quickly as you pull a clean one back on, sliding your feet into your shoes, running back down the stairs as you hear the cab.
When the car pulls up to your office building, you pay and thank the driver, grab your things, and step out to the sidewalk. As soon as you turn around, there are cameras in your face.
“Love, care to give an explanation of the photos from yesterday?” one pap asked.
“How’s everything with Harry? Still together?” another quipped.
“Just 2 minutes of your time, dear?” another asked as you were trying to get through the small crowd.
You knew from experience, and Harry’s prompting, to keep your head down and ignore their questions and get away from them as quickly as possible. As you see the front doors of your office building near, you reach for them and feel a hand on your wrist. You look to see who is touching you, and standing before you…is Alex.
“Oh, bleedin’ hell, it’s already a hell of a day and not even 8 a.m. yet!” you snap.
“Please, may I speak with you, love?” he asks, sweetly.
“Alex, I’m at work. Go home,” you order, trying again to open the door but he wouldn’t let you.
“I just need to speak with you, please,” he asks again.
You feel a camera bump into you from behind, with a scattered apology from its owner, then open the door and nod to him to follow you inside. He smiles at you and follows you in, trying to place his hand at the small of your back, only to feel you pull away from his touch. He frowns but continues behind you until you have found a quiet place for the two of you to talk.
“What is so important that you had to show up at my workplace this early of the morning?” you ask him, irritated from the morning you were having and he being the last person you wanted to talk to.
Alex looks at you with a sweet smile, like the ones you remember when you were with him and he was trying to get out of something he didn’t want to do, or con you into something he did want.
“That smile isn’t going to work on me anymore, Alex,” you say quietly, grinning slightly at an employee that walked past. “What do you want?”
“Can’t I just come by to see you? Say hello?” he asks, touching your arm with his hand, but you pull it away from him again.
“No,” you say, bluntly. “No, you can’t. Too much water under the bridge now. If that’s all you wanted, we’ve nothing else to say.” You start to turn and walk away but he grabs your arms tightly and moves you away from the view of others, pressing you against a wall. “Let go of me before I scream,” you say forcefully into his face, unafraid of him.
“I’m being nice, love,” he says. “Trying to be, at least, if you’ll just get your knickers out of a bunch and listen.”
You look at him with a frustrated and angry look, shaking him off of you. “Say what you came to say so I’m not late for work.”
He clears his throat. “I want us to talk. Go somewhere and talk, about…things.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Alex,” you say pointedly.
“I miss you,” he says, trying again to play on your emotions and sympathies, whatever might work. “Don’t you miss me?”
“No,” you reply abruptly and honestly. “No, Alex, I do not miss you. I am very happy in my life right now. Don’t remember ever being happier.” You look at him without blinking, trying to make your point clear. “Anything else, or may I get on with my day?”
“Love, please,” he whines, “please, just agree to go somewhere where we can talk. You pick the place. Can be public or private, whatever you wish.”
“I’m done with this,” you say, trying to get around him but he blocks your way, as if trying to intimidate you. “Alex, I have punched you before. Do you really think I would hesitate to slam my knee northerly, which is in perfect proximity to your most precious pieces at the moment?” He pulls back a bit to protect his lower region, but still staying closely to you. “I have moved on, Alex, and I’m happy. Hell, you moved on before we were even over! How is Karissa?”
“Karina,” he says, watching you raise your eyebrows and sigh, knowing you didn’t care. “And we aren’t seeing each other anymore.”
“Aw,” you say, realizing what this was. “Not getting any from anyone so you thought you’d see if I’d give you a little, is it?”
“Don’t be a bitch,” he says. You sense his growing anger.
“Yeah, I guess I can be a bitch at times,” you agree. “Not such a bad thing when it’s necessary to deal with dickheads that treat you like shit, don’t you think?”
Your eyes begin to water instantly from the slap you feel across your face from the back of Alex’s hand. You look at him in shock, unbelieving that he just hit you. Technically, maybe you deserved it, hitting him previously and using your talent for words and quick comebacks to crush him, but no. No, you didn’t. You saw him looking around to see if anyone saw him do it.
“Look,” he says nervously. “I’m sorry, okay? You just, you make me so angry sometimes!”
“I didn’t show up on your work stoop, did I?” you ask, your hand still against the increasingly reddened, stinging skin on your face. “I’m doing my best to stay out of your life! You started this! Just, do what’s best for both of us, Alex, and let me get on with my life with Harry!”
“Harry.” He said it with disdain, as if he tasted bile at the mention of the name. “He took my girl and you took my best friend.”
“You did it, Alex!” You yell, no longer caring who heard. “You did this! You cheated on me, got Harry involved in the whole thing, and treated me like my feelings didn’t matter, like it was all my fault! How about you do us all a favor and stay the fuck out of my life!”
Alex pressed you tightly against the wall, barely an inch between his face and yours, his anger higher than you had ever seen him before. You could feel his breath against your face. You hold your ground, not looking away from him, as he pushes against you and turns, walking out of the building. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, then walk slowly to the front doors and look out, seeing Alex driving away.
You gather your things you had dropped, grab the lift, and walk to your desk in your office. People look at you, seeing you seem a bit disheveled maybe. You set your things on your desk and walk to the restroom. You look in the mirror and see the cherry-tinged mark shining brightly across your cheek. You sigh heavily and splash a bit of cool water on your face, then walk back quickly to your little cubicle, trying to be as unnoticed as possible.
Working isn’t something that works very well the rest of the day, but you attempt it, or at least make it appear that you are doing something productive. By mid-afternoon you hear a tap on your desk and look, seeing Kari standing next to you.
“Oh my god, woman!” she yells. “What’s happened to you?”
You immediately put your hand on your face. You had forgotten about it once the stinging had gone, but apparently Alex had left his mark on you.
“Your face, love!” she yells, you shushing her. “Who did this to you and do you want me to kill them for you? I know people who know people, if you know what I mean.” You look at her worried for a second from that remark. “Harry didn’t hit you, did he?”
“No!” you say, quietly. “No, of course not!”
“Then who, darlin’?” she asked, looking your cheek over well. “That’s bruisin’, that is.”
“Shit, are you serious?” you ask, pulling a mirror out of your desk and looking into it. You see the mark on your cheek, which indeed was now bruising. “Harry’s going to bust a gasket!”
“Who?” she asks. “Who did this?”
You look around, making sure nobody was paying attention to your conversation. “It was Alex.”
“Bloody bastard!” she yells and you shush her again. “What were you doing with Alex? And what happened that he hit you?”
“He was waiting for me outside when I got here,” you explain. “He was mad, I shot off my mouth, and he hit me.”
“You should file charges on him!” she insists. “He just can’t go around hitting women!”
“Kari,” you say, frowning. “He shouldn’t hit women, yes. But I did hit him when I broke up, and I doubt he ever let that go. Not that that gives him permission to hit a woman, but in his mind, it probably does.”
She looks at your face again, holding your chin in her hand, then looks up. You notice her eyes get wide.
“Bogey! Bogey!” she says to you under her breath. You look over your partition and see Harry walking toward your desk.
“Shit!” you say softly. Kari steps in front of you, trying to hide you behind her as Harry walks into your cubicle.
“Hello, ladies!” he says with a smile. He leans to Kari, kissing her cheek. “How are you, darlin’?”
“Harry!” she says. “There’s a strong bloke who can help me!” She tries to turn him away from where you were sitting. “Would you mind coming to my desk and seeing if you can fix…um…a…a wheel! On m’ chair. Been stickin’ all day long!”
He chuckles at her, and doesn’t move from where he’s standing. “Happy to try, but first I’d like to see my sweetheart. Got my day cut short and want to see her. Is that alright?” he says, smiling, and moving her aside. The second his eyes look at you they become huge, his smile turns downward instantly, and his brows furrow deeply. “What the hell happened to you, love?”
“Shh,” you say, wishing they would both stop.
“Come with me,” he orders, grabbing your hand, pulling you up from the chair and leading you out into an empty corridor. He faces you, inspecting your cheek more closely, then looking into your eyes. “What happened?”
“Harry…” you start.
“Who did this?” he says more sharply. “And I don’t want to hear some bullshit, beat-around-the-bush story, either. Just tell me. Who did this?”
You look at him and frown, hesitating before speaking. “Alex.” You see the tension in his face increase as his anger grows. “Harry, he was…” you start, then stop in shock as you see Harry turn away from you and quickly walk the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” He says nothing to you, disappearing down the hallway. “Shit,” you whisper.
You finish your work for the day and walk to the lift, taking it down to the front doors. You don’t see Harry’s car, but notice a familiar face of a private driver waiting beside a car with dark windows. You walk to the car.
“Good evening, miss,” the driver smiles. “Harry asked me to bring you home.”
You smile at him politely. “Thank you.”
You get into the car and pull out your phone, texting Harry. ‘Where are you?’
He doesn’t respond immediately, but after a few minutes you feel your phone buzz.
‘I sent a car for you. I’ll be home soon.’
You worry as you arrive at the house and pace the living room floor, trying to bide your time until he comes home. When you notice it is beginning to get dark, you grab your phone, deciding you should call him and find out what the hell he’s doing. Before you can dial, you see his car pull into the drive and park. Your mind races, trying to decide what you should be doing when he walks in, but somehow your feet are glued in the place you are standing and you just stare at the door.
Harry walks in, same V to his brows and set jaw. He looks at you, then sets his keys on the table. He slowly walks to where you’re standing, stopping in front of you, gently laying his hands on either side of your head, tilting your head so that he can see your bruised cheek better. After inspecting it well, he lightly kisses around it then smiles tenderly at you.
“I didn’t kill him,” he says, seeing the worry in your eyes. “I couldn’t find him or I might have, but I didn’t.” You close your eyes for a moment, thankful, because you had assumed he was looking for Alex. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” you assure him, accepting his firm, lingering hug. “Are you?”
He nods. “Let’s sit,” he says, taking your hand and leading you to the sofa. “I need to know exactly what happened, love.”
You explain what happened, even admitting that you probably made it worse by shooting your mouth off to him. Harry just nodded. He knew you well enough to know you could be aggressively verbal if instigated, but if he was being honest, most of the time it was a turn-on for him.
“That’s the God’s honest truth,” you tell him.
He’s quiet for a few seconds, then kisses you sweetly. “I know it is, babe. Thank you for telling me.” He holds your cheek gently in his hand and kisses you deeply, tasting your lips, placing soft kisses around your face. “No more talk about him now. As long as you’re okay.”
“You’ve been gone all of these hours and you’re not going to discuss that with me?” you ask, irritated.
“Nothing really to discuss, babe,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t want you to worry on it. I’ll take care of it.”
“Take care of what?” you ask, concerned.
“I said, don’t worry on it,” he insisted. “Now, I’m tired and ready for some sleep. Let’s go to bed.” He stands and holds out his hand to you. You accept it and walk up the stairs with him, welcoming the sleep that would soon come and take this day with it.
The bedroom was quiet, the early morning newness still settling in, sun not yet up but hiding closely by to start the day soon. You begin to become aware of the sweet, light kisses being left along your neck, the sheet being pulled down slowly from your chest, revealing your breasts to the cool morning air. Soft lips suction lightly around your nipple as you moan lightly, Harry’s wet tongue flicking it gently, pulling it lightly, allowing it to snap back into place before taking it again.
You feel him slowly move more closely to you, your eyes still closed, simply enjoying the loved-on feeling he was giving you. You feel his hand cup your other breast as his mouth moves gently back up to your neck, tasting you, nibbling on your jaw, tugging at your earlobe.
“Wake up for me, baby,” you hear whispered into your ear, as he presses firmly against your body. “Need you.” You could feel that. His dick felt as hard as stone against the outer side of your thigh and hip, as his leg wrapped around yours, pulling it toward him. You feel his gentle fingers tracing slowly up and down your body as you moan lightly, the hand of yours that is now behind his back, moving gently against his skin, your nails teasing. Harry moans for you softly. “Wake up for me, baby,” he prods again, nibbling your neck as he engulfs the entire right side of your body with his. “Wanna love on you. Let me?” His fingers move softly over your exposed clit, causing your body to jerk slightly. Harry caresses you, wanting you to stay relaxed and enjoy his slow seduction of your body.
You moan as his mouth finds your nipple again, his wandering hand still relaxing you with his touch. “You do whatever you want with me,” you say quietly, really without even thinking, but meaning it nonetheless.
“Mmm, like that,” he says, pulling your nipple between his lips while twisting the other slightly in his fingertips. He pulls his body up over yours, lying on top of you, and you naturally part your legs, allowing him to mold between your thighs. His hands seal around your breasts as he lathers each of them in his saliva. You feel him sucking love bites onto each, gently but enough to increase your breathing. You love how he gives so much attention to the different areas of your body, taking his time to make sure you get the full sensation he is offering. Harry nuzzles his face between your full breasts, sandwiching him in them and moaning lightly. You know he loves your body and you love his just as much, even more. His mouth finds yours and kisses you deeply as his hands pull you into him. You feel him push his cock hard against your abdomen, causing a groan to escape from both of you.
“Whatever I want with you?” he asks, quizzing to see if what you said before was true. You moan your approval as he kisses you again. You thrust your hips upward to him as he pushes his hard dick against you once more. As you feel your breathing become faster, you feel Harry’s breath against your ear. “Gonna fuck your mouth,” he whispers, then kisses you deeply. “That alright?” You look at him and lick your lips subconsciously, making him groan. “Hm? Can I fuck your mouth, baby?”
“Yes…please,” you beg. He kisses you again, then holds you tightly.
“Thank you,” he whispers. You feel another kiss to your lips as he moves his legs from between your thighs, to perch on either side of your ribs. He grabs his pillow and tucks it behind your head with yours, propping you up into the perfect position. You look at his cock standing proudly only a few inches from your face, and in that moment, you have never wanted to taste anything more. You feel Harry’s hand reach backward to your clit and rub it generously, as he sits gently on you, allowing his fully-erect dick to lay between your breasts. He sees your mouth open, partly from the amazing feeling he is causing to your little button, partly from your desire to have him in your mouth.
“Tap me if you need me to back out, babe,” he says, always thinking of you. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” you say, looking at his dick. “Please!”
Your hands wrap from behind his thighs to the front, grabbing them in your hands as Harry leans toward you on his knees, holding both hands to the headboard to maintain balance and control. He positions his body directly in front of you, as your tongue quickly begins licking at the member tall in front of your face. You use the leverage of holding his thighs with your hands to move your head around him, kissing here, licking there, sucking him into your mouth. You pull at one of his balls gently, taking it wholly into your mouth and teasing it with your tongue. You look up at his face and see him watching you with wide eyes, then feel his hand stroking the top of your head, before moving to his dick.
“Here. Take it, baby. Get on me now, love,” he says, nearly choking out his words in anticipation and need. You quickly wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, instantly tasting the salty, leaking pre-cum on your tongue. Harry lets you have control for now, moving your head back and forth, taking his dick into your throat as he tries to control his own breathing. You coat his hard cock with your mouth juices. You feel Harry’s hand rest lightly against your cheek, feeling himself through it and cupping around your jaw, moaning at how beautiful it was to him. “Fuck” you hear him say softly.
You open your throat more to take him more deeply and he moans loudly, readjusting himself a bit, then you feel what you’ve both been waiting for. Harry’s hips begin thrusting into your throat. Short, quick thrusts, testing the waters a bit to make sure you are okay. You hear curses of pleasure leave his lips, knowing how good it feels to him and happy to make him feel so good. You look up at him again and he is still looking at you as he fucks into your mouth. The short thrusts become deeper thrusts as his breathing becomes pants and moans. He watches as his dick appears from your lips then sinks into them again, in and out, disappearing and reappearing as he thrusts his hips toward you. His breathing continues becoming more rapid when suddenly he pulls himself out of your mouth, his dick laying gently against your face.
“Give me…a sec…fuck!” he groans, trying to calm his need to cum so soon. “Feels…so good, love. Gotta…mmm…gotta give me…” You understand the feeling is so good to him that he wants it to last. You ghost your nose against him lightly, your lips barely tasting him, but enough for a juicy lick that leaves a string of saliva from your mouth to his dick as he pulls away slightly, which he sees and causes him to groan once again. You need him as much as he needs you and he knows it. You feel his hand reach for your clit again and you moan loudly, your hips thrusting up for his touch. You soon feel him tapping his cock against your lips again and open widely for him, taking him in as deeply as your throat will physically allow. Harry thrusts into you, long smooth thrusts, but after a few, you feel him pull out again and cuss at the top of his lungs.
“Fuck!” you look up at him. “M’sorry. I…you feel too good, babe…can’t hold it that way,” you hear through his deep breaths. “Let’s just…” he begins to move himself, “want you to get it, too,” he continues, but before he can move back between your thighs, you latch your arms around his thighs, pulling him to your face, and don’t let him move.
“No,” you say, quickly moving your head so that you easily take him into your mouth again. You move your head up and down his long, thick cock, hearing in his breathing that he appreciates it. He feels the tops of your thighs pressing up against his ass as you curl them toward him to hold him in place. You moan loudly, sucking him furiously, until you feel his hand move behind your head, and once again feel him fucking your throat. His breathing is more erratic than you ever remember hearing it, but you don’t let your thoughts stray from what you want. You feel the familiar twitch and slight pumping of his dick happening in your mouth. You look up at him and see he is trying hard to keep his eyes open to watch, but it feels so good he can’t help but squint them closed, as you suddenly begin to feel his hot stream hit the back of your throat, nearly gagging you. You try your best to swallow, which constricts even tighter around his pulsing head and he moans your name loudly, draining himself into you. It seeps out slightly around your lips and runs down your face and neck. He begins breathing a little easier, looking at you to make sure you’re okay, then pulling his now-softening cock back from your mouth. Your lips now swollen and red, remnants of his seed still dripping down your face, he moves down your body, wrapping his arms around the back of you and kissing your firmly, tasting himself in your mouth and feeling it smear against his chin. He leans back slightly, looking at you awestruck.
“You…are amazing,” he idolizes. “Fuck, babe,” he says, kissing you again and again, holding you tightly. As he begins to speak again, he is interrupted.
‘Hey, you’re a crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I’m on top of it
When I dream, I’m doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on’
The two of you look at each other and laugh out loud as the alarm rings loudly from the song he had snuck into your phone the night before. He buries his face into your neck, laughing and kissing you, then reaching over and shutting off the alarm. You both laugh as he kisses you again.
“We…are going…to be late for work today…” he says, kissing you again, as he slowly moves down your body to return his gratefulness to you.
Part Five complete! Sorry it took longer this time. I wrote and rewrote the last third of this story about 4 or 5 times until I was finally happy with it. I try to give you all the little music series stories to tide you over, so I beg for forgiveness.
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