Plant New Seeds | H.S.| AU

Chapter Sixteen - Four Nipples

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"I'm trying really hard to be a gentleman and not comment on how wonderful your tits are."

I grinned proudly, my eyes dropping back down to the dick I had finally built up enough courage to stare at.

The water had been running for ten minutes as Harry and I spent half of that time observing each other's bodies like framed artwork.

I was already turned on more than I should've been but the slight draft seeping in hardened my nipples even more that they almost hurt.

Harry was the perfect gentleman, only following my lead the entire time by not gawking at my body until I did his. It wasn't awkward, far from embarrassing, and oddly satisfying.

I had never been comfortable with my body, in fact, I hated it. I usually opted to wear looser clothing to hide what lied underneath them, which meant Harry had only seen my body in its true form the one night he slept over last week.

But here in the moment, it felt like I had been naked around him a dozen times. It had always been that way with Harry—more comfortable around him than I was alone.

The stretch marks across the side of my thighs only seemed to intrigue him more as I watched him stare, a small smile turning up on his reddened face.

The stubborn pudge of my stomach was covered by my hand as it rested on top of it, until Harry had reached over and removed it, with a request of permission lingering in his eyes.

I nodded slowly, closing my own eyes to avoid seeing the inevitable look of disgust.

But the touch of his strong hands grabbing either side of my waist as he stroked his thumbs across my skin forced my eyes open, his sweet smile growing even bigger.

But that was three minutes ago.

Two minutes later, and we were still just standing there like two nervous idiots, ranting about how fantastic my two enormous boobs were.

Harry smirked as his eyes followed where mine were, "Mind telling me what you're starin' at, darling?"

My own smirk formed at the sudden swift of his tone, dripped in an insatiable desperation and an alluring confidence.

"Actually," I started, Harry's confident gaze faltered into a confused one before I continued, "You have four nipples. Just countin' em and allat, no big deal."

"And allat," Harry mocked my accent in the cringiest way, only getting cringier each and every time he attempted. "You ready, Brooklyn?"

Another fucking nickname? I genuinely couldn't keep up anymore.

I nod, silencing my laughter once he gently reached for my hair and pulled the scrunchie out of it, loosening the puff and letting the mane out in her full glory. "Freezing my tits off here, Chapel."

Harry grinned, walking towards the running shower behind me after I stepped aside; the unfiltered view of his perfectly toned ass, damn near as plump as mine if not more, made me giddy as I watched him sway back and forth.

"Damn, that ass, bitch."

Harry swung his arms to the back and cupped his cheeks in his hands, turning around to face me with sarcastic coyness. "Don't objectify me, miss."

"Don't have a better ass than me, and then we'll talk," I teased as I walked over to join him.

The shadow of the jetted water from behind the black and white curtain danced around our bare chests, each of us waiting for the other person to write the next sentence of our plot-twisted chapter.