Pleasing [H.S. One Shots]

The Switch

Kenz Adams
He just looks so beautiful laying there with the morning sunlight cascading through our window hitting his bare chest, warm skin, and inked arms. I wasn't sure if he could possibly get any more handsome but he defies me everyday.

It's rare for me to be up before Harry but for some reason I felt like I needed to wake up. As I stare at him in our brand new house, I can't help but feel a sense of happiness course through my veins at our new life that we started together.

Harry and I met at a club about 18 months ago, which turned into a one night stand, which turned into this. He was in the VIP section, obviously because he's Harry Styles, but since my best friend's parents owned the club we were allowed up there. He approached me first as I tried to play the nonchalant, unbothered persona. That didn't last for long because within 30 minutes we were making out in the bathroom like a couple of teenagers. Then we both left through the back entrance to meet his chauffeur who then took us back to his place.

That night is a whole other story. But I knew he was a keeper because instead of kicking me out after we fucked, instead he got a wet washcloth and cleaned me up, carried me to the toilet to do my business, and when I walked out he had his own pair of boxers and a sweatshirt for me to sleep in. I tried to leave because I started to get emotional with all this aftercare, but he grabbed my arms and tackled me into the bed. We cuddled the whole night and when we woke up, we were in the same position.

Now, he made it official 16 months ago. We just felt like the right decision was to move in with each other, and both of our apartment leases were up. Instead of renewing them, we just decided to cosign a fucking house together in Malibu off a private beach. We signed the papers and officially moved in a month ago, but it all is so surreal. I would never imagine that I would have a rockstar boyfriend and have a house off the coast of Malibu in a multimillion dollar house.

But here we are, he's laying with his arms wrapped around me almost scared that I would up and leave. I would never. He eventually rolls over to a T position with his right arm still underneath me. With his stretched position, his tattoos look fucking mesmerizing. He's wearing nothing but black Calvin Kleins and I'm wearing one of Harry's tshirts and a black lace thong. I hold my breath and hope he doesn't wake up to me just staring at him. I want to admire his complex beauty longer.

That is until I hear him making some muffled noises from his parted lips. His eyebrows form a crease as he looks very concentrated. I'm scared he's having another one of his night terrors but then I notice his little, well I mean, big friend started to wake up before him.

I noticed our fluffy handcuffs still on the headboard from a couple nights ago after he decided to cuff me up and tease me. Hope he likes a taste of his own medicine...

I slowly roll out of bed and reach up to grab one cuff. Luckily, he doesn't stir too much with the first one. I quietly walk over to the other side of the bed to secure his left hand. He turns his head to the side facing me and lets out a whimper from his dream along with a groan, "Fuck Kenz." I freeze and wait for him to stop moving and making sounds in order to quickly fasten him into the cuff. Once I'm finished, I walk to the end of our bed to look at his position he's in. God, I am so fucking wet.

I crawl up the end of our bed to sit in between his parted legs and pull off the comforter from his legs so his clothed bulge is present. I would never touch him anywhere private until he's fully conscious and awake and vise versa for me. Consent is a very important thing within our relationship.

That's why I place my hands on his lower thighs and slowly drag them up to his hips. I repeat this action several times creating more pressure in order to have him stir awake. He's letting out more whimpers and sighs under his breath once I started touching his thighs.