"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about" you turned to look at him innocently, but nothing could've prepared you for the absolutely filthy look he was giving you.
"Hm" he scoffed "No need for that, Y/N. We've already established you're a liar." He approached you menacingly, arms behind his back and you couldn't help but back off until you were plastered against the hallway wall and his tall frame was hovering over you.
"How- how am I a liar?" you stammered. You just couldn't help it.
"You promised you'd be here when I woke up" he raised his eyebrows, a serene look on his face as if stating a fact
"And I was" you deadpanned "You were just having your afternoon siesta. And if anything, between the two of us, you're the liar!"
A smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips even though he was still frowning at you "Is that so?"
You shoved your arm into your oversized handbag without breaking eye contact with him, scavenging for the soft lace. You finally pulled the panties out, holding them eye level between the two of you "These, dear sir, are not yours"
He didn't even look at them, not wanting to break eye contact with you either. He just bit his lower lip in addition to crossing his arms over his chest now, his smirk deepening.
You raised your eyebrows, mimicking his earlier expression, waiting for his retort but he then made a sudden move and effectively grabbed the panties away from you. You scoffed in disbelief watching him slowly place them in his backpocket, your mouth agape
"Which leads us to another lie you told. Kindly remind me how that mawkish little story of yours went... all about how you forgot your panties in my en suite"
He even airquoted. How very hip of you, Mr. Styles. Also, you made a mental note of googling "mawkish" later on, but you were pretty sure it wasn't anything too flattering.
You squinted your eyes at him "What are you implying?"
"Oh, I'm not implying. I'm stating a fact"
"Which is...?" you asked, impatiently
"That you left them there intentionally, of course" his smirk was on full display now, he was quite pleased with himself, the cocky bastard. The nerve!
You stared at him in disbelief "I can't tell whether you're pulling my leg right now, to be frank" you decided to tell it how it was. Because, for all you knew, he could've been just messing with you this whole time. And the last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself. Again.
There was a silent moment that seemed to go on forever, but in reality it was just a few seconds of intense staring. "Want me to make it clear for you?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes finally breaking eye contact only to land on your lips, and suddenly they felt foreign on your own face. The way he was looking at them made you feel lightheaded, and you always used to think that that was just a cheap exaggeration. Not anymore.
"Yes" you nearly whispered, but you felt like shouting it at the top of your lungs. The anticipation was killing you. Realization was slowly hitting you, but your mind refused to process it, not yet, not until he made it crystal clear.
"Good, 'cause 'm done playing games with you" he said as he closed the space between you, not wasting a single second after having heard your answer. Before you could even process what he said, his fingers were framing your jawline coaxing your already parted lips open and he attacked your mouth, delving his hot tongue right in without preamble.
Your brain freezed but you found that you didn't even need any cognitive function to respond to such a kiss, your tongue instantly wrapping around his own, as if you'd been waiting for this to happen all along when in reality you were completely taken aback. But you were too lost in him to even question any of it, he completely accaparated all your senses blocking out any need to make sense of it all.
The kiss was intense, nothing shy or tentative about it. You'd wanted him to make it clear and he was making sure of it. He kept a firm grip on your jaw, massaging it with his thumb to relax the muscle, making sure you were opening wide as much as possible for him to explore your mouth properly. His other hand had come to your waist, having found a tiny bit of exposed flesh there- your blouse had ridden up as you were pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to reach him the best you could. His fingers were digging deep into your hip bone to the point where you could feel his rings leaving indents on your skin, making you gasp and earning a groan in return.
But he didn't let you break the kiss, he nudged your nose pushing your head back until you were flush against the wall and you felt deliciously trapped beneath him. There was absolutely no space for you to move in any way, and for some reason that was doing inexplicable things to you.
You'd never been more turned on in your life. It'd gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds and you briefly wondered how you'd ever gone without this before. He was devouring your mouth and just when you thought he was going to pull away and let you catch your breath, he'd dive right back in, even hungrier than before.
All you could hear was heavy panting, your own heartbeat that was alarmingly rapid, and a mix of both of you moaning and groaning and it sounded absolutely sinful.
You were so lost in him, you honestly wouldn't have known what your own name was had someone asked that very second.
But your eyelids fluttered open when a flash of light washed over them, and it took you a second before you even registered the sound that was added to the mix, that of wheels on asphalt and a car door being slammed shut.
The moment the foreign sounds were heard, Harry's eyes opened wide and he finally broke the kiss, not removing himself from all over you though. He was panting heavily and before he pulled himself away he plastered his lips to your ear, punctuating each word "My bedroom. Be quiet. Go!"
You didn't even ponder it, scurrying off right away, hearing him switch on some lights and just as you reached the door to the master bedroom you could hear Harry getting the front door.
You didn't close the door all the way, prickling your ears to make out what was happening
"Hey, Ems, thought you were staying over at your mom's tonight?" a brief pause and then you really had to hold your breath to hear them as his voice went softer, lines with concern "What's the matter?"
"I'm never spending Christmas with them again. I'm so sick of this. I didn't even wanna go in the first place, she always does this, always ruins it"
"Ems... She's your mum. We've been over this"
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I finally get to spend my holidays with whomever I want and this is me choosing you. End of story"
"Emily..."
"We can go on that ski trip like we always wanted! Do you think we could make it this year?... Do you think it's all fully booked?"
"I... yeah, of course everything's fully booked. We'll do it next year, alright? C'mere"
"I'm so sick of them, dad. I'm so glad I don't have to stay there and can just leave if I want to now.
"Did she drive you here?"
"No, I ubered"
"Emily..."
"I was just desperate to get out of here. Look, I know, I should've called you to pick me up, but I just couldn't wait. I'm here now and I'm safe, and ugh. Please just let it slip this once. I'm emotionally exhausted"
"Just... promise you'll call next time"
"I will"
You were beginning to feel bad for eavesdropping while they were probably hugging and before you could shut the door you heard Emily's muffled voice "Let's just watch Home Alone 2. Let's make this a Christmas Day tradition starting this year. Can we?"
"Of course, petal. Did you have dinner?"
"Left halfway through it but managed to grab a bite"
"Ok, c'mon. You stream it, I'll bring the snacks"
You closed the door finally, and just ran your fingers through your hair nervously, as you paced the bedroom back and forth.
What the fuck just happened?
It all came crashing in. You'd kissed. And had Emily not made a surprise apparition who knows what would've happened!
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
You needed a moment. You sat on the edge of the bed. Now what? Where did you go from here? Was the moment lost forever? 'Cause if so, you were gonna have to hold a grudge on Emily indefinitely. She'd effectively cockblocked what was gonna be the best sex of your life, that you knew without a shadow of a doubt.
You didn't know what to do with yourself. You were so hot and bothered but at the same time, had considerably sobered up. His daughter was there, for fuck's sake! He was watching Home Alone 2 with her and eating snacks while you were hiding in his bedroom like some sort of secret mistress!
You rubbed your forehead, fuck that shouldn't be turning you on even more, but it did. There really was no hope of redemption for you, was it?
As minutes turned into half an hour and half an hour turned into an hour and so on so forth, your mind raced as you finally allowed yourself to lie on his bed. You felt ridiculous for waiting in there for him, you felt nervous about the awkward conversation that was about to be held, and you still felt seriously frustrated after having been so worked up it physically ached.
Somehow, with nothing but their laughter in the background you must've somehow dozed off because next thing you knew he was sat at the edge of the bed, his arms on either side of you, hovering over you.
Your eyes widened and you made to say something but he placed his index finger on your lips reminding you to keep quiet and before you could even adjust your eyes to the dark properly he bent down and touched his lips to yours. This time, it was slow. Careful, languid, almost featherlike brushes of his lips against yours replaced the urgent almost animalistic ones from before. He wet his lips and traced your upper one with the tip of his tongue as you relaxed your head back into the pillow, and you couldn't help but moan as he pressed you further down, sliding his tongue into your mouth in long, dragged out strokes.
"Gonna need you to be quiet" he whispered against your mouth, gently biting on your lower lip this time "Think you can do that?"
You just nodded, your hooded eyes taking the sight of him in. He really was there, in the flesh, you weren't imagining it. You weren't dreaming it.
"Fuck, don't look at me like that" he groaned, raising his head a bit to roam his eyes all over you
"Like what?" you whispered back, dreamily
"Like you want me to devour you"
You gulped "What if I do?"
His eyes darkened, visible even in the low lighting that was only coming from the streetlamps outside "Careful, baby. You gotta mean it. You gotta be sure"
"I'm sure" you whimpered, pressing your thighs together at the use of the petname.
He hummed, visibly delighted with the effect his words and actions were having on you "I don't know. With your track record, how do I know this isn't just another lie?"
You huffed, not in the mood to be teased. You were so on edge you could've screamed had it not been for Emily probably asleep not too far away from you "I didn't lie!"
Harry raised an eyebrow, straightening as he reached into his backpocket and fished out the lacy piece of garment, holding it by his index finger "Y/N... I've been around the block. This was no accident" an amused glint to his eyes as he wiggled the panties a bit
You sat back on your elbows, feeling the need to clarify this once and for all as you cleared your throat gently and avoided his eyes "Is this what prompted tonight? Just the panties and what you thought my leaving them in your en suite meant?"
He furrowed his brows and placed the object in question aside, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip to release it from under your front teeth "Shit. You really didn't leave them there on purpose, did you?"
You looked up at him again, shaking your head slowly.
His eyebrows knitted together even further "What else have I misread about this?"
Your worried expression matched his, was he backing off? "Are you having second thoughts?"
He shook his head "I don't know what I'm thinking. I can't think properly, all my blood goes straight to my cock everytime I land my eyes on you" he pulled your bottom lip from under your front teeth again, smirking to himself at the sight of you getting so hot and bothered just by the mention of his cock "I know it's wrong of me to want you" he whispered watching your lips intently then moving his gaze down your body unashamedly, his finger descending along with his eyes, tracing the outlines of your hourglass figure "You're so young and so innocent, and I'm..." he paused to fix his eyes back on yours, then bent to your ear "...the big, bad wolf"
He chuckled at your helpless whimper, his words and lips against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine "I'm not innocent"
"Oh, baby," he whined "I'm such a depraved soul for wanting to show you just how wrong you are about that"
"Show me, then" your voice just above a whisper as he traced wet open mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck
He shook his head "Careful" he warned again, but you huffed in annoyance, beyond frustrated at this point. If he didn't touch you soon, you were going to ignite, you were sure of it. "Besides, I can't have my way with you tonight, not without my daughter having the shock of her life waking up to your loud moans"
You raised an eyebrow at that, he was getting a bit too cocky "Don't flatter yourself"
He mirrored your expression "Oh, honey, you really aren't aware of how loud you get when you come, are you?"
Your eyes widened. What?
That damn smirk was back on his face "Don't think I didn't know what you were up to that first night here" it was his turn to bite his lower lip as he once more ran his eyes over your body, this time his hand landing on your navel, his forefinger tracing the soft skin showing just above the waistband of your pants "I heard every moan, every whimper, and definitely that grand finale. You gonna tell me you touched yourself in my bed and didn't mean for me to know about it?"
"I swear I didn't mean for you to hear" you breathed out, struggling for words. He was barely touching you but his stare was so intense, his voice was so grave and his touch was electrifying. The very thought that he'd heard you that night was sending you spiraling
"That's why you didn't wear any pants to bed that night, either?" he slowly nudged the hem of your blouse upwards, splaying his hand over your abdomen and tracing the lower outline of your bra with his thumb "Hm? Only wore my shirt to bed, made sure to get your scent all over my sheets?"
You mewled as his hand went further up under your blouse, cupping your right breast over your bra in his large hand, squeezing it gently. His mouth parted, losing track of his own thoughts whilst doing so "At first I thought I was just hearing things, my mind playing tricks on me. I was so worked up after sharing that cigarette out the back" he bent and nudged the blouse over your chest using his nose, exposing your bra to him, his fingers now tracing the outline of your cups and in between your breasts. His lips found purchase on your neck, as you turned your head to the side, giving him better access "But then I stepped closer to the bedroom door and could hear you properly, and I almost lost my fucking mind" he groaned, causing your own vocal chords to vibrate, tickling your throat.
"Oh God" you panted, as he grabbed your bra from in between your breasts and tugged it, causing your breasts to jiggle with the motion
"Were you thinking about me? Tell me, Y/N. Were you thinking about me when you were touching yourself, making yourself feel good? Don't lie"
"I'm not lying!"
He chuckled then bit your earlobe playfully "The jury is still out on that. Don't change the subject. Was it me you were imagining playing with that pretty pussy of yours?" he spoke right into your ear, his mouth wet and warm and his dirty talk causing you to bend your knees and rub your thighs together wantonly, kicking him in the ribs slightly whilst doing so, but he didn't even flinch.
"Yeah" you breathed out, eyes closed tightly as he pinched your nipples through the fabric, and you wanted it off, you'd never hated wearing bras as much as you did that very second, stupid, useless contraption.
"Yeah?" his voice was higher pitched as he pushed your blouse over your head and you threw it to the side. He used the split second you arched your back off the mattress to unclasp your bra and your mouth fell agape as he hooked his finger in the front once more, pulling it slowly away from your body and off to the side, discarding it. "Fuck me" he inhaled sharply "Look at you"
"You've already seen my breasts. Told you, you were the liar" you didn't know where that smart mouth was coming from but you worried your lip between your teeth again seeing his smirk reappear, his eyes ungluing themselves from your naked upper body and going back to yours
"I had to lie about that, didn't want you to be uncomfortable" he said under his breath as he lowered himself back atop of you, his hand splaying over your clavicles and sliding down against your sternum before tracing a nipple with his index finger, ever so slightly. Your back arched off the bed instantly and he added menacingly "Told you I was the big, bad wolf". He pinched your nipple to emphasize his point and your eyes rolled back. You didn't know how much more of this you could take.
"Please" you whimpered, pushing your chest against his palm needily. You were dying to touch him, but you'd just clutched the bedding beneath you this whole time.
"That's it" he whispered between his teeth, almost as if only to himself "I want you to beg for it. Beg me to touch you, just like you were doing that night"
"Please, Harry, please, please, touch me. I want it so bad" you cried lowly, your head wriggling against the pillow, your hair a mess around your face
He tsked you "That's not how I remember it" his hands went to your jeans, unbuttoning the fly open and your breath caught. Your mind was foggy, but you struggled to make sense of what he was saying. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband and you lifted your bum allowing him to peel your pants off of you. This suddenly felt extremely real and he must've noticed the shift in your mood, because after tossing your pants on the floor he hurried back, locking your frame between his arms as he hovered above you. You realized he'd only just sat at the edge of the bed this whole time and was wondering why he was choosing to do so. He was also fully clothed while you were only clad in yet another pair of flimsy panties that were soaked through as it were.
"C'mon, baby" he coaxed in your ear as he toyed with your breasts some more "Wanna hear you say it. I can't stop thinking about you calling me that ever since I heard you from behind that door that night. Can't stop hearing you moan it in my ears whenever I fuck my hand holding those damned panties of yours, rubbing them all over me, drenching them in my come whenever I picture your pretty mouth on me"
"Fuck!" you kicked your legs impatiently, this was beyond torture
"Shhh. Shit, you really can't keep quiet, can you? And I'm not even touching you yet. I can't wait to have you scream till the picture frames rattle"
"I can, I can. I'll be good. Please" you mewled and he raised an eyebrow, you were sinking into subspace and there was no turning back, and he knew it
"You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?" he finally coaxed, his ring cladded knuckles brushing over your heat
"Yes, yes!"
"Who are you gonna be a good girl for, baby?" he pressed his thumb against your clit over the fabric and your back arched "Hm?"
"Just for you, daddy" you moaned wantonly and Harry hissed, hooking his finger into the crotch of your panties and pulling them off you in one swift motion
"Fuck! Say it again!" he pushed his middle finger into you without resistance, you were absolutely drenched
"Daddy!" you yelped, and he quickly closed the space between you, silencing you with a kiss. That came out way louder than you had intended. He kissed you hard, all clanking teeth and lip bites, all the while thrusting his finger in and out of you in hard motions.
You were so on edge, you knew it was just a matter of seconds until you'd orgasm, but you desperately wanted to drag it out. It felt so good, he felt so good, and the fact that you got to call him daddy, something you'd never ever done out loud with anyone just absolutely did you in.
Just as you somehow managed to clear your head enough to make a conscious effort to delay your orgasm, he added another finger into the mix, twisting his wrist enough to change the angle dramatically while also toying with your clit using his thumb and that's when you finally let go of that poor duvet and clung onto his shoulders instead, pushing yourself onto his hand desperately in sink with his thrusts "Oh God. OhGodohGod" you panted heavily, you were on the brink of tears from overstimulation
"You're doing so good, baby" he spoke into your ear "You're so hot. Never gonna forget this. Wanna feel you come, sweet girl. C'mon. Come for daddy"
You pinched your eyes shut and clung to him for dear life as wave after wave shot through you, your whole body convulsing in pleasure. Everything was heightened in those moments. The smell of him and his cologne as he whispered in your ear, the feel of his curls against your forehead, the strain of his shoulder muscles as your fingers dug into them, the feel of his rings against your hot core as his fingers bottomed out into you. This must've been what psychedelic drugs felt like, cause you were pretty sure you'd just had an outer body experience. You'd never come so hard, not even by yourself, and the realization was in itself extremely overwhelming.
When he pulled his fingers out of you, you whined pathetically, but for a moment you really wished he could've kept going forever.
"Have I earned these ones, do you think?" he grabbed the panties he'd just discarded and held them before you and you stared at him hazily, not even processing what he'd said properly, attaching your mouth to his. He moaned audibly at your kiss in which you poured as much gratitude as possible. Your hand lowered between the two of you, aiming for his crotch but his hand let go of the panties and caught your wrist, pinning it against his chest, a shuddered breath escaping his lips as he broke the kiss.
"I want you to, more than anything, but I won't be able to stop and I want to do this right" his voice was strained and raspy and you just didn't know whether to feel dejected or happy that he was seemingly planning on this being more than just this odd occurrence.
As if reading your mind, he kissed the corner of your mouth and then stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and handed it to you "Dunno about you, but if we're gonna do this might as well have the whole cliché". You rolled your eyes playfully at his smug smile "Gonna hop into the shower real quick" he bent to grab the aforementioned panties off the bed and your eyes widened in realization as he headed for the ensuite.
You buttoned down his shirt and got under the covers- surely this was alright after what you'd just done? But you felt as if your brain had been fried. You couldn't process any of it. You were still on cloud nine and you knew there was so much to unpack, but you just wouldn't know where to begin just then. You hugged a pillow to your front, luckily he had several, and tried not to actively think about any of the impending questions and just focus on the then and there, the sound of running water in the shower was making it all sink in.
You'd been with your fair share of men, probably- no, certainly more than had truly earned that privilege, so how was it that this had felt like your true sexual awakening? You hadn't even slept with him yet somehow, what you'd shared tonight felt more real and intense than anything you'd ever felt in all your sexual experience. You couldn't even pinpoint what about it had been so different. Harry was just in a league of his own. Nothing else could even come close.
He understood intimacy.
He opened the door to the ensuite and you were sad to see he'd already put on his usual t-shirt and sweats he wore to bed. You were dying to see some more of those tattoos he was hiding underneath there, 'cause when he gave you his shirt you'd been too preoccupied to take a good look at them.
You only hoped you'd get to, soon.
Harry circled the bed and before you could fret about this being awkward, he got in bed next to you and pulled you flush against him. He smelled of body wash and toothpaste, a hint of his perfume still lingering, his soft breath against your temple.
You felt like saying something, but you didn't know what. You wanted to address what had happened, but what was there to say? You couldn't find your words. He finally broke the silence, his voice a soft murmur "Do you regret it?"
"Of course not" you spoke softly "Do you?"
"No, never" he kissed your temple once, you could feel his eyelashes flutter against your hairline "I've been trying to fight this ever since I first met you"
"What made you give up the fight?" you asked tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper
He intertwined his fingers with yours as he exhaled "I'll let you know when I figure it out. Go to sleep, sweet girl"
You sighed contentedly and were out like a light.
*
The next morning (or was it noon again?) you woke up alone in bed. Harry's shirt had ridden up and you were sure he was met with quite the view when he'd gotten out from underneath the sheets that morning, but you weren't sorry about it in the least.
Realization quickly sank in though, and you realized you hadn't spoken about how you were going to go about Emily being there. She obviously had no clue you'd been hiding in the master bedroom all along. Hopefully.
You could hear the two of them chatting, having breakfast most probably by the strong smell of coffee. Emily was laughing loudly and you couldn't blame her for waking you up, after all, she had no idea someone was asleep in there. She was apparently wandering around the house, calling out to her dad whilst doing so for some reason, and you froze momentarily hearing her voice a little too close to the bedroom door.
"All the snow is melting, blah. Well, at least we had some snowfall on Christmas Eve. Wouldn't have felt nearly as festive otherwise"
She was probably looking out the window in the hallway directly adjacent to the master bedroom. The sun was, in fact, quite bright for a winter day.
"Hey, dad?" you could hear Harry acknowledge her and then what she said next made you sit up in bed, your eyes searching frantically for your discarded clothes on the floor that have since been picked up by Harry and placed neatly on the dresser "What's Y/N's car doing in your driveway?"
A/N: no words, just... all the feels
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