Pure Seduction

Thanks to the thoughtfulness and involvement of Anne Cox, Harry was a gentleman first and he raced around the front of his car as soon as you two wandered to the parking lot after leaving the movie theater. He opened up the passenger side door for you, watching as you texted while sliding into the leather seat.
“Thank you.” Politely, out of reflex, you chimed before he shut the door.
Pulling out of the busy parking lot, Harry kept his focus mostly on the road. You were what he considered precious cargo and he wasn’t about to risk your life. If he was alone or with one of his dude friends in the parking lot, he would have been more concerned about what band was playing on the radio or making sure he didn’t miss any of the jokes going on around the car. Still, he couldn’t help, but notice how happy you looked as you were texting. Small whispers of laughter swiftly leaving your kissable mauve painted lips.
“Who are you texting?” Finally, he asked. He stopped slowly at the red light and took the opportunity to plug his music player into the car radio, scrolling through his selections and choosing Muse. The song ‘Starlight’ always reminded him of you and, therefore, instantly brought a boyish grin to his face.
“Aiden.” (see what I did there) You hummed easily. Harry had known Aiden as casually as you had both met each other’s friend groups from your respective circles. It made things a lot easier on you that Harry and your now best male friend got on swimmingly since it had been a problem in previous relationships that you had a a buddy of the male variety you were so close with. As your phone buzzed in your hand, you grinned and instantly began typing back. “He says hi.”
“Oh, uh, hi.” Less enthusiastically, Harry mumbled and turned up the volume of the music before taking the wheel in his hands again and merging into the lane.
“Are you telling him about the movie?” Harry eagerly asked, looking over to see you still on your phone with a smile practically slapped like a scratch and sniff sticker on your face. You two hadn’t been able to be a normal couple who went to movies and ate in food courts before, so Harry had enjoyed taking you to the new Captain America film the way most couples probably enjoyed five course meals and romantic getaways to Bora Bora. He really had had the nicest time in the theater with his arm draped around you, fingers nervously brushing above your boob, snacking on the salty popcorn that he let you hold on your lap.
“Yeah. He said he saw it a couple days ago.” Finally, for just a brief fleeting moment, you looked up from the screen and gave Harry the smile he was so fond of. He watched happily, out of the corner of his blue eyes, you putting your phone back into your oversized purse and then resting the purse over your feet on the ground. He took one hand off of the wheel carefully and put it over your hand that was on your knee nearest him, holding it there until he arrived back to his place.

After dinner with the Styles family, you joined Harry on the hammock outside, lying underneath the pitch black sky with him, the leaves of trees the only abstract shapes in view. Harry had his arm around you, pulling you into him while you rested your hand on his chest and closed your eyes. He was just about to begin to murmur one of his songs slowly above your head when he felt the buzz of your cellphone vibrate against his leg.
Scoffing instantly, Harry couldn’t contain himself any longer.
“Aren’t you going to get that?”
“It’s probably just Aiden.” Despite the time different, your friends were able to keep up with you, many of them up at all hours of the night as it was.
“Is something going on there?” It took him a second to ask, collecting his courage before the question came out. He knew you wouldn’t respond well to his curiosity regardless of the answer and Harry didn’t know if he really wanted to know if there was. Ignorance truly was bliss, that much he had come to know to be true.
It was a reflex, but you rolled back, his hand only on your shoulder now and looked at him with a stare rarely seen off of a deer seconds away from being hit by a truck on the highway. You could not believe that he was asking you this. You weren’t sure what you had done to warrant any suspicions.
“I’ve told you, at least, a few times that Aiden is just my friend. He brought me here...”
“Yeah, well he texts you a lot. Like he texts you as much as I text you and I’m your fiancee.” He loved saying that, calling himself your fiancee, making it known to a room. It sounded rich, like whipped butter or chocolate pudding, in his mouth.
“And that’s not okay with you? That I have a friend who I talk to? If that’s not okay, you got to tell me now…” More and more you were pulling away from him, the hammock beginning to gently rock as the weight you two were distributing was shifting with every subtle move you made. If Harry had a problem with who you spent your time with or how much, you two would not last. You were crazy about Harry, you two went together like salt and pepper, but you couldn’t stand when guys tried to control you. When you met him, it seemed so obvious to you that he wouldn’t ever be like that and you were hooked upon that realization. It was two years in now and you were still far too into him to call it off, but he was testing your patience tonight.
“It’s fine, it’s just…” He stopped himself to think of the right word. Harry tried to coax you back to his chest with his hand on your shoulder, but it was too late. You were resistant as an anvil once it made it’s impact with the ground below.
“What? Are you jealous?!”
You expected Harry to shake his head right away, assure you with fever that he wasn’t at all envious of Aiden because he knew better, but instead, Harry seemed to mull over your question. He shrugged his shoulders while considering the possibility that there was a green monster hatching inside of him.
“You two talked all day. Breakfast, at the beach, at the movies, and now…” He rattled off just a few times where he felt like he was interrupting a date with you and Aiden, not Aiden butting in on his time with you.
“I can’t believe this!” Stunned, you shouted and placed your feet firmly on the hard ground, the hammock swinging Harry’s body back and forth as you jumped up and began to walk away. He was about to follow you, slowly making his way out of the backyard hammock, when you spun around with your face forcing itself downward with perplexity. “Why is this an issue now? All of the sudden? I thought you liked Aiden!” From the middle of Harry’s backyard, you hollered.
“I’m jealous that he gets to basically see you whenever he wants!” The curly haired boy grabbed at his upright locks and shot up to shout back. “Like I rarely get to see you and he is always around, so just put your fucking phone away!” He had wanted to say that all day, but could have come up with a kinder way to do so had he not held onto his feelings for so long, repressing them and waiting for you to just figure it out like a mind reader . “I was going to rip it out of your hand in the car after the movie and toss it out the window.” Harry confessed while walking closer to you. He imagined the noise it would make underneath a car’s tires, breaking into pieces, and it made his stomach ooze with joy. “Do I think there’s something going between you and Harry? No. But if you keep texting him while you’re visiting, who knows what I’ll start to think?”
You had understood everything Harry explained up until the end. Straight away, you tilted your chin upward to the side and examined his head for holes and loose screws, “Is that some kind of weak threat?” You grabbed your waist at both sides and asked, Harry looking frightened for a moment. In your 2 years together, neither of you had ever upset the other. This was the first fight and he wanted it to end now.
“I’m just saying…like…how would you feel if I…I don’t know…” His tongue was tying itself into different knots in his mouth. He didn’t want to say another word out of fear that things would only grow worse if he did. Harrry reached around his head and rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to calm down in order to figure out how he could do the same for you. “I fucking love you and you’re mine and I just want to enjoy having you here without Aiden or anyone bugging you, okay!?”
“I’m not yours.” Lunging forward once, filling the vacant space between yourself and Luke, you confirmed the truth for him. “We’re together and I love you, but I am not yours.” He didn’t own you. He wasn’t even renting you. You could not be bought even if you were more easy to convince if someone was picking up the tab at McDonald’s, but you were only human.
“Yes, you fucking are.” Instead of just complying and apologizing, Harry put both his hands on your face, holding your cheeks and helping you onto your tip toes so he could kiss you with ease. His left hand wandered away from your face, taking itself to your ass and pushing your pelvis forward to knock against his.
“You’re mine, mine, mine…” He kissed you between each ‘mine’. Harry started with your mouth that he attached to like flypaper and moved to your cheek that felt like cashmere against his lips before sucking on the bottom of your ear, the shivers it brought to your skin like a blue ribbon. He walked backwards, his fingers tapping on your sides, and brought you to the edge of his wooden patio. “We got to be quiet.” He whispered into your ear before sucking on it again, nibbling a little bit this time. After all, it was late and his family was mostly inside and presumably asleep. As much as he loved your screams and thunder moans, he didn’t exactly want his parents to turn on the backyard lights and come out with rage, catching him in the act.
Harry sat back first, pulling you down on him and running his hands up and down your arms as your goosebumps grew with every kiss he planted down your neck.
“Am I making you nervous?” With a slight chuckle, he asked, reaching down for your black leggings and smoothly running them down your sides, revealing your lack of panties but i mean who really wears panties with legging nowadays. “Mmm. Naughty.” He tsked once and nuzzled his nose against yours at the sight of your bare pussy right in his lap like a present from Santa himself. Your fingers fidgeted with the stiff zipper of his ripped up black jeans, reaching in to run over his cock’s length outside of his plain black underwear. You reached in to pull him out, but Harry stopped you with his hand around your wrist. He changed for just a moment and pointed chin up to yours, kissing you delicately. His hands were holding your sides and he moved you up to stand in front of him and then broke the connections of your lips to turn you around.
Once he pulled his full wood, hard and ready for you, he pumped it twice at the sight of your ass exposed and juicy for him.
“Come ‘ere.” He whispered under the pale moonlight and brought you closer and closer back to him. He reached between your legs, rubbing at your slit viciously and tapping with his middle finger at your nub, feeling more and more carnal with every twitch you made at the firm command of his hand. “Bend your knees.” Harry helped you slightly, guiding you down on his cock to ride him reverse. His head instantly went back at how your pussy just engulfed him like you never fed the poor girl. You bounced freely and he let one hand reach around to grab at your uncontained chest, the other hand on your hip to guide you along him.
“Harry, this feels so good.” You explained, gasping for air as his fingers pressing into your waistline. “So good, so good.” He loved your affirmations. If you two had been in a hotel room like usual, he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest. Harry was a fan of you screaming his name, reacting to his touches, and shouting out obscenities as you came hard, but you didn’t have the luxury of walls and doors at the moment. You were outside with his parents sleeping mere steps away. Out of character, but desperate, Harry tossed a hand over your lips while the other fiddled with your hungry clit, your wet center beginning to pour and shake over Harry’s veiny fair cock.
“I can feel you cumming.” Passing a secret in a racy game of telephone almost, Harry whispered against your back and then pushing you forward slightly with his hand from your mouth now in the center of your back. The feeling of his new angle and depth inside of you only increased his own high. Harry watched your ass jump up only to smash back down, but he took the last chance of the ride to give both your cheeks a duo swat, his hand prints burning rose on yoru ass as you gasped with fear mixed with delight, allowing the intense feeling to traval down your core and clentch around his cock tightly. The sensation built up your orgasms as you continued to bounce up and down his thick cock. (my fav gif!)
Once you both had released yourselves, Harry guided you into the house so you could both clean up. It was dark, almost pitch black, so you two walked carefully, tip toing, and hushing one another when one of you would crack up like Stooges. He joined you on the couch in the basement since Anne had decided you two couldn’t share his bedroom. Harry pulled his shirt off of his head and then removed his jeans, lying there in only his underwear and you followed suit by stripping yourself of all materials and putting on his discarded shirt in the dark. It smelled of his cologne and sex and you hoped it would never fade. Faintly, you could detect citrus notes, not unlike your own fragrance.
Tucking your knees up, you moved close into him and pulled his arm over your side, playing the little spoon to his father long one.
“All mine.” Harry said again, your cell phone left outside, as he hugged you up close to his body and kissed your cheek.

Notes

Hey loveys!! Hope all is well and happy. I hope yo like the first submisson so far as there are many more to come. Honestly we have four Harrys today, i think lol !! SO MUCH HARRY....AHH!!

Anyway you beautiful people...stay happy and stay warm

~~Syn Roze~~

**was previously Nikki Rozaye