the song for this chapter is, "Sick Thoughts," by Lewis Blissett :) p.s. there is also a really good slowed and reverbed version of this if you want to listen to both hehe :)

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We're psychos foreverIn diamonds and leatherWe'll never get better
That's why I got theseSick thoughts, sick thoughtsSick thoughts, sick thoughtsLook what you've causedYou've got 'em too

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Tate

  After Abel left and we had thanked him a million times, Harry and I ate dinner. We debated getting takeout, but after talking it through, we both admitted that we really just wanted a big bowl of pasta.

     "Just wait till you have the pasta in Italy," he winked at me as we did the dishes.

 "Honestly, the food that we get to eat is probably going to be the best thing to come from all of this," I sighed as I dried off the items Harry handed to me.

   He paused at my words. "Just the food? That's the best thing?" He pouted, turning off the sink and placing the last fork on the countertop, crossing his arms over his chest.

  I rolled my eyes and decided to keep teasing him.

 "Yep, that's it," I replied, picking up the forks and taking them over to put them back in the drawer that they belonged in, silently loving how I was memorizing Harry's place, how I was memorizing him.

    Suddenly, one of Harry's hands slammed down on the counter next to me, startling me to a point where I dropped one of the forks, but Harry's free hand shot down and grabbed it before it had a chance to hit the floor.

   He reached his arm around my waist and pulled the drawer in front of me open, causing me to back further into him. With a faint clink, he dropped the forks in and pushed the drawer shut, and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, giving me chills.

  "Really now, baby? Because I could think of plenty of things better to come than food," he whispered suggestively into my ear, nipping at the edge of it.

    I glanced down at his hands. 

  Fuck, his hands.

His hands were so perfect, and sexy. Just like he was. I trailed my eyes over his many rings, and up and down his long fingers, subconsciously biting my lip, and thinking about how much better his hands would be around my neck, or touching my-

    "What's the matter, baby? You seem distracted," he hummed from behind me. 

    I snapped out of my daze and spun around to face him, to find that satisfied smirk plastered on his face. 

   He took a step forward and further backed me into the counter. Reaching a hand up, he lazily trailed it up and down my waist, looking me up and down. 

  I took this as an opportunity to get him back for teasing me, and so I leaned forward grabbing onto his shirt collar, pulling him in close to me so that our lips were only millimeters apart.   

   His breathing picked up and he gripped my waist tighter. 

   I went to close the small distance between us, but right before our lips touched, I simply whispered...

   "Look who's distracted now."

 And with that, I shoved his body off of mine and brushed past him, not even turning around as I flitted my fingers around in a small wave to him as I walked upstairs. 

       I wore a smug expression as I went upstairs into Harry's room. I walked into the bathroom and pulled out my toothbrush and toothpaste. 

    I couldn't stop thinking about Harry though, his hands, his lips, his voice, his everything was making me hot and bothered beyond compare.

   I suppose maybe we deserved a little break after everything we had been through. Time to just let go of our worries and grab onto each other instead. 

  Harry was definitely my most exciting relationship. In so many ways. But he was also the most enjoyable in terms of sexual things. I had a good time with my past boyfriends, but nothing compared to Harry.

    Compared to Harry, they were all very vanilla when it came to intimate things, and it wasn't until I met Harry, that I realized I didn't quite have a taste for vanilla.

    Harry made me realize that I liked it rough.

   Yes, sweet and tender moments were amazing, but what really made me come alive in the bedroom was when things got heated.

    I wasn't ready to have sex with him yet, but I could make a pretty extensive list of things I'd like to do to him, and have him do to me.

   But part of me knew that what I had seen so far of Harry sexual wise, was merely the tip of the iceberg. I knew that he was holding so much back from me, probably in fear of freaking me out or being too rough. And part of me just wanted to tell him not to hold back anymore...

    "So, did you really think I was gonna let that little thing you did downstairs slide?" He suddenly hummed from behind me, leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom.

   I set my toothbrush down and turned around to face him, and before I knew it, I was telling him exactly what was on my mind.

  "You don't have to hold back anymore," I suddenly blurted out.

  Harry scrunched his face up in confusion.

 "What do you mean?" he asked.

  I felt my cheeks grow hot, but I was able to ignore the shyness I felt, which was another thing I loved about myself since I met Harry. I was becoming bold, and sexy, and sure of myself, things that I already thought that I was, but I learned that I could become so much more since I met him.

   "With sexual things. I'm not saying let's have sex right now, but I know part of you is holding back with other things because you think you're going to freak me out or hurt me, but I'm telling you, you don't have to anymore," I explained. 

  Harry's eyes grew wide at my words, and it was his turn to look flustered for a minute before he was able to speak, stepping into the bathroom a little more so that he was leaning against the wall behind me. 

  "I don't know, Tate. I'm used to just having hookups and one night stands, with women who I know don't mind how rough I get, but with you, it's different. I don't want to scare you off or hurt you. You mean too much to me to do that, and besides, I don't even know what you like in the bedroom-"

   I cut him off by walking over to where he stood and shoving his body further against the wall, placing my hand onto the back of his neck and pulling myself up so that my lips were barely touching his.

  "I like it rough." 

  That was all it took for Harry to slam his lips against mine, reaching up and fulfilling the daydreams I had been having in the kitchen by wrapping one of his large ring covered hands around my throat and flipping us around, pushing me by my neck against the wall. 

    I let a moan escape my lips as Harry took control over me, smirking down at me and tightening the grip around my throat.

  "You sure you can handle it as rough as I like it, baby?" He taunted, looking me up and down.

   His words set off a fire inside me and I reached forward and grabbed him by the belt loops, jerking his body into mine.

   "Try me."

 He let out a groan and reached his free hand up to grip my hair, jerking it so that my neck was exposed, before pressing his lips to the delicate skin there and beginning to harshly suck on it.

   I gasped at the feeling when he lightly bit at the skin, the slight pain causing the most euphoric pleasure. 

   "Fuck, Tate. There are so many things I want to do to you right now. You're so fucking sexy baby," he mumbled against my neck, before pulling back to look at me, a devilish glint in his eye.

   "Never would have guessed you were a freak like me though."

    I needed to touch him, I needed him to touch me. I needed to do something, and so I opened my mouth, my voice full of lust and desperation as I spoke.

  "Bedroom. Now. 

 "Yes ma'am," he smirked, letting go of my throat to wrap his arms under my knees and scoop me into his arms, immediately reconnecting our lips and carrying me back into the bedroom.

  Harry was a perfect gentleman to me at any normal point in the day, but I was more than happy with the dominant and intoxicating aura he took on when our clothes started coming off. 

   He threw me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me, reaching for the bottom of my shirt and tugging it up and over my body, pausing for a second when he saw the bandages wrapped around my shoulder.

    "I don't want to hurt it," he whispered, trailing his fingers across the bandages. 

  I shook my head at him. "It doesn't hurt, I promise. If it did, I would tell you," I assured him. 

     He still faltered for a moment though, and I let out a sigh, pushing myself up so and causing him to edge back onto his knees.

   I grabbed his collar and flipped him over so that I was on top now and leaned forward, my long and wavy hair creating a curtain around us.

   "You're the absolute sweetest, Harry. But right now, I don't want sweet," I muttered out, before copying his earlier actions and tugging his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. 

     Harry caught his bottom lip in between his teeth, looking me up and down in amazement.

  I leaned back down and began kissing him again, hearing him let out a groan as I began to grind my hips against his.

    I smiled against his lips, wanting to hear the beautiful sound again, and grinding against him even harder.

     "Fuck, Tate. Stop that," he hissed, and I pulled away from him, a smirk on my lips.

  "Make me."

  And with that, Harry flipped us over so that he was on top again, quickly tugging off my shorts and my underwear, then placing one hand under my back, causing me to arch it up, giving him the perfect opportunity to reach his other hand up to unclip my bra. He threw them to the ground, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

      I went to undo his belt but was cut off by his hand tightly gripping my throat and pushing me back down against the bed.

    "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in a warning tone, and I swear his words alone were making me dripping wet. 

    My lips parted as light gasps tumbled off of them, and Harry lowered himself so that he was beside me, only to roll over onto his side and tug my body up to do the same. He reached his hand up and placed it back on my throat, pulling my head back to look up at him.

    "Since we're alone now, princess, I fully expect to hear every scream that comes out of those pretty little lips of yours," he spoke in a raspy voice.

    Before I had a chance to respond, his other hand was reaching behind me, gripping my ass harshly, and then sliding in between my legs.

    "Let me feel how wet that pussy is for me baby," he whispered into my ear and began rubbing his fingers across the already dripping wet region in between my legs, swirling them around a bit. 

    With no warning, he slipped two fingers inside me, moving them at an inhumane speed, and I arched my back against him.

   He bit his lip and gripped my neck tighter, looking down into my eyes as I craned my neck into his chest.

     "You're dripping, Tate. Probably from all of the dirty thoughts you've been having about me since dinner, hmm? You were just dreaming about feeling these fingers inside you, weren't you baby?" he smirked, his fingers roughly but perfectly slamming in and out of me, my legs feeling like jello.

     I let out a few strangled gasps, but he jerked my head back even more.

  "Answer me," he commanded.

 "Y-Yes Harry. Fuck, yes baby," I moaned. 

    "Are you regretting telling me to go rough now? Can't handle it, can you?" he taunted, glancing down at my shaky legs.

   I mustered up all of the strength I had to answer him without my voice shaking from the pleasure I was feeling.

   "Is this all you got?" I shot back, and as my head tilted back, I saw a glint in Harry's eyes.

His fingers were suddenly removed from me and he pushed himself up so that he was on his knees, roughly grabbing me by the hips and pulling me up onto my knees and tugging me towards him so that my back was against his chest.

   "Oh, baby, I haven't even started," he mumbled into my ear before pushing my chest against the mattress, leaving my ass up in the air. 

   Soon, his fingers were back inside of me, going even faster than they had been before, and immediately moans began to fall off my lips.

 "Fuck, Harry. Oh, my...shit, you're so fucking good baby," I cried out as his fingers fucked me into oblivion. 

    Suddenly I felt a harsh slap on my ass, surprised when the stinging sensation only left me more turned on.

 "You like that, don't you baby? You like me fucking this tight little pussy with my fingers? You like it when I spank you?" He hummed from behind me, finishing his words with an even harder slap against my ass.

   "Yes, Harry. Fuck yes," I moaned into the pillow, gripping at the sheets with clenched fists. 

 Suddenly, his other hand was placed on my clit, rubbing around the already sensitive area and causing waves of pleasure to crash across my body.

  A string of curse words left my lips as I felt the pressure in my stomach beginning to build.

  "Look at you, you're already about to come, aren't you baby," he teased, and before I could reply, his fingers began pumping in and out of me even harder, and after a few seconds, he slipped a third one in, and I screamed his name into the pillow.

   He stopped rubbing my clit and instead delivered a smack to it, the sensation of it causing me to see stars as I neared my high, knowing that this would be my most intense orgasm yet.

   "Harry, oh fuck, I'm so close," I whined, encouraging him to go faster.

 "I know baby, come for me, let me see how good I'm making you feel," he muttered back, and with a few more thrusts of his fingers, my entire body began to shake as I reached my high, his name falling off my lips as though it was the only word that they knew.

  I rode out my high with Harry's fingers gradually beginning to slow down, and as soon as he pulled them out of me, he flipped back around on my back, grabbing my throat with one hand, and bringing the fingers that had just been inside of me to my lips, pushing them in.

  I sucked them off and Harry bit his lip at the sight.

   As soon as he pulled them out, he went to roll over onto his side next to me, but I shot up and stared at him.

   "I'm not done with you yet," I whispered, mimicking his words from earlier.

   I stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him up to stand in front of me, undoing his belt loop, pulling down both his jeans and his underwear. 

  "Tate, you don't have to if you don't want to-" he began, but before he could finish, I pushed him down so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and sliding down in between his legs until my knees hit the ground. 

   I grabbed his already rock hard dick and brought my lips down to the tip, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I slowly slipped my mouth around him.

  "Fuck, Tate," he moaned, reaching out to grab my hair.

   I took in as much as I could, before spitting on it and using my hand to give attention to the parts I couldn't fit in my mouth, rotating my hand around it as I bobbed my head up and down. 

   I wasn't nervous. I knew Harry had probably had this done by countless other girls, but none of those girls were me, and I was about to prove that I was the best he would ever have. 

   I began going faster, some of the spit slipping down my chin as I took in his large size, pausing as I reached the tip every once in a while to swirl my tongue around on it, causing Harry to throw his head back and grip my hair tighter. 

    Suddenly, I pulled my mouth away from him and looked up at him with a smirk, before bringing my tongue down to the base, and licking a slow stripe all the way up to the tip.

  "Tate, you're so fucking hot. Your mouth feels so fucking good baby," he groaned.

 I grabbed his hand that was on top of my head and used it to push my mouth back onto him, looking up at him and nodding that it was okay.

   He hesitated for a bit, but when I maintained eye contact and sucked harder, he gave in and began pushing my head up and down against him. 

   His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled on it tightly, pushing my head up and down faster as he got closer to his high. I continued to use my hand on what I couldn't fit in my mouth, feeling Harry's legs begin to shake and I gripped onto one of his thighs.

    "Fuck, baby, I'm close. I can pull out if you don't want to-" he began, but I answered his question by pushing my mouth down deeper, taking in even more of him until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. 

   I looked up at him through my lashes as he began to push my head faster, and I began to take him deeper and deeper, my hand keeping perfect sync with my mouth.

   "Shit, Tate. Fuck, right there baby, I'm about to come," he warned, and I just continued to move my head up and down, following the direction of his hand on my head. 

    When I took him the deepest that I had yet, I suddenly felt him finish, the warmth of it hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed it and cleaned him off with my tongue, before pulling away to look up at him, his grip in my hair much looser as he came down from his high, panting and staring down at me in amazement.

   I chuckled and pushed up off of my knees. Harry reached his arms out and wrapped them around my waist, spinning me around to sit on his lap, burying his face in my neck and pressing kisses to the skin.

  "You're fucking amazing, Tate. That was amazing," he paused to tilt my face towards him.

 "And you are so fucking beautiful. Come here," he whispered, bringing my lips to his and kissing me softly and slowly, a complete contrast to the rest of the night.     

     We kissed each other for a few minutes before I finally pulled away, out of breath.

 "So," I began with a small grin. "Shower?"

AN: WOW THAT WAS UM...STEAMY...I UH...YEAH. UM. YEP. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT! PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT! ILY ALL SO SO SO SO SO MUCH! xx