The Styles' Shots

Eavesdropper

Summary: Where your neighbour Harry happens to hear you masturbating to his music and decides to do the neighbourly thing and lend a helping hand... or something else

Warnings: smut!!, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, penetration, mention of masturbation

Author's note: enjoy a fic of moustachrry who loves giving oral. Happy Reading! x

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At first Harry thought he was imagining it, his music playing from your apartment. But when he went as far as pressing his ear against the wall and try that glass trick he always saw in the movies when they were trying to eavesdrop, he was certain it wasn't something his brain made up.

The sound of his music was clearest through the thin walls. He visibly frowned at the thought that someone could hear his music playing if they too pressed their ear to the wall and tried to listen, but he put that on the list of renovations he was going to do on his new apartment and went back to listening.

Harry hadn't been there very long, barely a few weeks at this point. He bought the apartment as a getaway and somewhere he could stay if he decided to do Jamaica part two and go on a writing retreat post-tour. He wanted to get the renovations done before he stayed there but he never got the time, hence the paper-thin walls he had to deal with for now.

His mind focused back on listening in. It wasn't his finest moment, but he was bored, and curiosity got the better of him and he wanted to know which songs you were listening to. He had been curious about you since he moved into the building, but he hadn't had the proper chance to have a conversation with you.

You shared the 'hellos' and 'good mornings' and 'hey how are you?' neighbours normally would when you passed in the hall or left or arrived at the same time, but beyond that he knew nothing about you. To Harry you were just the gorgeous woman next door. You hadn't even acknowledged that you knew who he was beyond him introducing himself as 'Harry', but now he knew you did and were just being polite and trying not to make him uncomfortable.

It stroked his ego a bit knowing that you listened to his music, hence his burning curiosity on what else you listened to. When the song changed and another one of his played, his ego really did get a boost. Here you were, playing his music only.

The song switched again, and 'She' started playing and that's when he heard it. Underneath his song was something that made his heartbeat faster and his cock pulse in his shorts. A moan.

Once he heard it, he couldn't unhear it. Moaning, whimpering, deep gasps of air. At one point he even convinced himself he heard his own name being called out, but he wasn't sure if that was his imagination or his now hard cock influencing his hearing.

There weren't any other noises coming through the wall, so he knew you were alone. You were touching yourself to his music and the thought had his mind racing. He couldn't help but want to march over to your apartment and help you out, make you come on his fingers... his mouth... his cock.