“Magnets”

Word Count: 22.9k

Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, mutual masturbation, edging, brief dom/sub play, spitting and hair pulling

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Fallon swiped the back of her hand across her forehead as she stored the last box of things inside the hall closet. Her parents had cleared it out for her since she was moving home - letting her stay in her old room and store her things here until she found a place of her own. She had been living in Chicago for the past two years after she finished college, but she was over the noise of the city. There was nothing more that she wanted than to come back to the suburbs where her parents lived to start her own life there instead.

She had managed to give herself a nice savings to get herself through the summer without having to push herself into finding a new job, but she was going to be smart about leaving enough in there to give her at least three months rent for when she found an apartment.

Sighing, she closed the door to the closet and walked back into her room - looking at her sweaty appearance in the mirror. Her eyes flicked over to the clock to realize that she only had half an hour to get ready before her brother, Asher, showed up for the cookout her parents were having to celebrate her being home.

"Shit," she hissed under her breath, quickly digging through her drawers for a pair of underwear.

Fallon opened both doors to her closet and grabbed the first sundress she saw before darting into the hallway bathroom. She quickly washed her body and shaved her legs - opting to skip the hair wash, deciding she'd just use some dry shampoo.

She stepped out and pulled her hair out of the bun it was in, her brown flowy locks falling down her back. Making sure to hold the spray can far enough away, she began to spray the dry shampoo into her hair before running her fingers through it to spread it all out.

Satisfied with her hair, she slipped the tied towel off her body and pulled on her underwear - her bright orange sundress following closely behind. It wasn't until she started on her makeup that she could hear her brother's bellowing voice downstairs. She rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head, finishing up the wing of her eyeliner. After applying her mascara, she quickly put some chapstick on her lips and walked out.

Asher's voice grew louder as she descended the stairs, and she turned the corner into the kitchen to not only find Asher and her parents, but also Harry.

Harry had been her brother's best friend since Asher was fourteen and Fallon was twelve - her and Asher being eighteen months apart. He moved into their neighborhood during the middle of the school year, and Fallon's parents, being the good neighbors they are, brought over some desserts to the Styles residence about a week after they were settled. It wasn't until they got a little older when Fallon started to notice just how attractive Harry was.

It was a Friendsgiving party at Fallon and Asher's, which also ended up being the first time she had seen Harry in a little over a year. Fallon had just turned eighteen at the beginning of August and was going through her last year of high school. Harry and Asher went to separate colleges, but they were only a city apart which meant they saw each other all the time. Asher had come home for summer the first year, but Harry stayed in Seattle - having earned a nice internship at a publication company. His parents had gone to see him for the holidays instead of him coming home, and it felt strange not seeing him at all in fifteen months.

His hair was longer, hitting below his shoulders, and she had never seen it that long on him before. It had grown out pretty well before he left for college, but she never knew he would let it grow that long. At first she thought her mind had been deceiving her when he lifted his arms up to grab some more ice from the freezer - her eyes catching sight of the tips of leaves bordering the waistband of his tight skinny jeans. Fallon knew he had a tattoo on his hip before, but it was obvious that it had now been covered up by something else.

And how desperately she wanted to see exactly what it was, as well as its counterpart on the other hip.

“House Call”

Warnings: Slight degradation, bondage, hair pulling, brief spanking, a bit of spitting and unprotected sex

Word Count: 11.9k

With her heels clicking against the floor, Rowan made her way through the lobby of the office building. She looked at the directory on the wall, locating the name 'Starr Entertainment' before stepping into the elevator and selecting the correct floor. She fiddled with the heavy gold watch on her wrist as she watched the number change on the screen in the box she was occupying.

She stepped out of the elevator once she got to the proper floor, walking down the hall to suite 710. Her eyes wandered around the hallway to make sure no one was watching before slipping inside.

The last thing she needed was an employee, or an investor of hers, seeing her enter this type of place.

Rowan looked to the man behind the desk as she walked forward.

"Hi, I have a meeting with Steven," she said confidently.

The man's eyes wandered over her, and he raised an eyebrow. "You're Rowan?"

She was sure that her clean and tidy appearance made it hard for him to believe that she was coming here to hire a male stripper, but it was her friend's thirtieth birthday. Maggie always talked about how she wanted to be surprised with a stripper on one of her birthdays, so Rowan decided what better birthday to do it for than this one.

The only issue - her and Maggie have very different taste in men. Rowan knew what Maggie liked, but that little detail was going to make this a bit difficult for her.

"Yes, that's me," Rowan answered with a nod of her head. "I'm due at a business dinner in an hour, so I need this to move as quickly as possible, please."

Steven rolled his eyes with a sigh and stood from the desk. "I'm Steven, follow me."

They walked down the hall a bit before he turned into what looked like a proper office with binders on the desk.

"Those are my guys that I've got currently," he said pointing at them. "Take your pick, and I'll let you know who's available that day out of the ones you choose."

"I can't just tell you what she likes and you pick some options out for me?" Rowan asks, a little frustrated as she really didn't have time for all this.

"Nope," Steven answered, sitting down on the couch that was also in this space. "It's easier if you do it yourself, trust me."

Accepting the fact that she was going to have to do all the work on her own, Rowan flipped open the binder and began to work through it - page by page after she sat down in the office chair. Each page contained 4 pictures of the men, none of them naked, however, as that's not the kind of business they ran at this particular entertainment agency. The men only ever got down to their underwear, and that's the main reason why Rowan chose them.

She didn't want to have to look at the dick of a man who was not her type.

She had been flipping for about five minutes or so before she stopped, glancing over one of the guys, and giving his page a bit more attention than the others.

'Harry Styles - 29 - 6'0".'

Insufferable You*

Summary: The third part to Infinite You*

The one where Harry is still in an open relationship with your best friend, so maybe it's time to remind him what he's missing.

Word Count: 7.3k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, edging, spanking, brief exhibitionism, sir kink, masturbation, brief choking

“Kitten…what are you doing?”

Your whimpers are airy. Light. A string of breathless pleas woven between the soft sounds of your fingers fucking into your cunt. And you can’t answer his question. Can’t find the strength to pull yourself away from the pleasure between your thighs.

“Kitten,” he asks again and it’s firm. “Talk to me.”

horny & sad at the same time. 🧍🏻‍♀️