Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

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"The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul."

D.D. x The Weeknd

The car ride was almost daunting. The only noises being that of the soft purr of the car, and the light strumming of whatever gospel song was playing in the back. I immediately went to turn off the radio as soon as I heard the word savior more than 10 times. Harry watched as I turned it off, debating on stopping me but probably realized it wasn't worth the breath.

Surprisingly enough he made his way to my street and stops in front of my house. So much for talking.

"How'd you know where I lived?" I asked turning towards him in the seat.

"Uh, in the mornings when I go running, and sometimes at night, I see you getting dropped off or getting the mail or something. It's not meant to sound as creepy as it does. It's not like I'm watching you or anything I just I don't know I'm just observant sometimes and-" he baffled on aimlessly trying to convince me of something that didn't need convincing.

"Would you calm down. I was just asking, it's fine." I say rolling my eyes. I bend down to grab my bag and make my way out of his car and into the barren house. As I reach for the handle I'm stopped as I feel Harry's hand on my forearm.

"You're, um, just leaving?"

"Yeah, that's kinda what you do when someone drops you off. Normally I'd invite you in, but I know you want to be as far away from me as possible so.." I trail off waiting for a reply if I'm granted one.

"That's not true," He said quietly almost as if he were speaking to himself. "I don't want to be away from you, and that's the problem, Stella."

What?

"I just, I don't know I- can we just talk about this inside maybe?" He asks with wide eyes and staggered breathing. Is he anxious? Why?

I looked at him with confusion and then smirked. "Babe, when you asked if you could take me home I didn't know you meant it so literally." I finished with a wink. My hand finally opening the door and making my way to the door. I know he was following as I heard the door close upon coming up to the front of my house. Digging through my bag I found my spare key and shoved it into the door, turning it to the left.

I entered and left space for Harry. I closed the door behind him and threw my bag to the floor. I was shocked as I felt a force push me up against the previously closed door. Harry had raised my hands above my head and held them there against the wood. My breathing hitched as his eyes grew black.

"Let's go to your room." He stated, eyes boring into mine as he spoke in a low voice.

"What?" I asked, not in confusion, but in shock. What the hell?

"You heard me, Stella." He said letting go of my hands and stepping back so I could escort him to my room. Instead of questioning him, or letting down my strong persona, I lead him to my room. His steps were heard behind me as I pulled his arm forcing him to trail me.

The old wooden door that leads to my room was pushed open and closed again soon after Harry had entered. He stood there awkwardly, quickly losing whatever power he had managed to muster up downstairs.

"Okay, we're in my room. Now, what?" I asked finding a seat at the edge of my bed. There was silence for a while, I figured he wasn't going to respond until he spoke out.

"I feel different."

"You feel different?" I asked.

"Ever since last Tuesday Stella, you did something. Well, okay you obviously did something, but you- you.." He started pacing around the room, fingers flying through his hair, tugging at the ends.

"Why do you make this so hard Stella?"

"Make what so hard Harry, I haven't done anything you didn't want me to. Hell, I was even trying to give you space. So please, tell me what I'm doing wrong here." I said challenging him. I wasn't going to let him insult me, or worse, suggest a local church I should attend.

He stood there, his eyes locked on mine. I slowly rose from my seat and made my way over to him stopping a couple of feet away. "The question, Harry, isn't why am I making this hard, but why are you making this hard. Just admit it to yourself, babe," I say inching towards him with each word. He's not getting out of this now. My venoms already seeped its way into his skin and now its taking effect. "You want me. Hell, you know I want you. Stop denying it. Make an impulse decision for once in your life."

Our faces now mere inches apart, my nimble fingers tracing the outlines of his chest. His body was paralyzed as I found the nape of his neck, playing with the hairs that lie there. "What's stopping you?" I asked. I couldn't take it. Of course, I know what's stopping him, but maybe if he admits it out loud I can convince him of otherwise.

"This just feels like a sin Stella, I mean this alone will make me have a confession, I'm pretty sure everyone knows at least that." He said eyes still locked on mine, the green slowly fading into the black they have become quite accustomed to in my presence.

"Sin? Well, honey, I'm sure I've sinned enough to write a novel. But you know what? I don't care. I don't care because I don't think a couple of thousand-year-old books should be telling me what I can and can't do with my life," His hands finally make their way to my hips very subtly, his mind racing and heart beating. "What do you want Harry?"

"You."

That's the last thing said before he connects our lips in a rough manner. Our lips moving against one another in perfect motion, our tongues intertwining. His once gentle touch became forceful as they found their way to my thighs, picking me up and my legs wrapping around his torso.

His body started moving forward, never once disconnecting our lips. Our bodies toppled onto the soft comfort of the bed, Harry above me. His mouth finally disconnected and moved its way to my neck, sucking harshly as I craned my head to the side to allow better leverage. Moans escaped my mouth as my hands frantically went to find the hem of his shirt. My hands tug the bottom-up ever so slightly as his assault on my neck has my mind almost completely disoriented.

He leaves me momentarily as he takes his shirt off the rest of the way, his hair falling in front of his face as he disregarded the shirt somewhere in the room. I sat up and pushed him into my previous placement as I straddled his waist. His bare torso itself was something to revel in, the sight already leaving me soaking.

So toned, so tan, so perfect.

This perfect saint was about to commit the ultimate sin.

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ha ok you guys are probably gonna kill me because of that but I'll most likely (don't hurt me) update tomorrow as well

lemme know if they should actually... ya know... or if thattttt should wait for a while cause I'm a little iffy on it

oh and just because I can imma tell ya that ITS MY BIRTHDAY OMFG IM OLD AF

ok well im just 17 but still, i can legally see rated r movies alone :')

haahah okay well yeah uhm i love you guys... and yeah

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