FIC: I have a Confession to Make
Title: I've got a Confession to Make
Author: me!
Disclaimer: don't own KKBB or the characters therein...*le sigh*
Rating: NC-17 (NSFW)
Pairing: Harry/Harmony
Summary: 'member that scene in the movie where Harmony's topless and Harry jumps in bed with her??? yeah, I gave it an extended twist...with a surprise ending...
Author's Notes: I don't know if any of you recognize my user name, but I've been hangin' around kkissbbang for a while now, enjoying everyone elses fics and fanart. But, after having seen the movie a million times, my pornographic mind just went a whole different direction with this scene in the film. The idea for the fic has been rolling around my noggin for a while now, but I just wrote it last night at 4am...and I blame insomnia. So, it's unbetad and I apologize in advance for that. Anyhoo, I hope you guys enjoy! Comments are love!
And btw, I am a total Perry/Harry shipper, so if this fic gets a sequel it'll definately go in that direction. ^_______^
Emily
Harry slid into the cushy, warm bed, pulling the covers of the fluffy down comforter up to his chest and her shoulders. Harmony immediately snuggled up to him, crawling under his arm and laying her head on his chest, and Harry was completely overwhelmed by the moment. This was what he'd always wanted all his life, and it was perfect down the very last detail. He could feel her soft brown hair on his arm and shoulder and it was every bit the silk he'd always imagined it was. Curiously, he leaned forward, took a deep inhale, and closed his eyes in delight. Her hair even smelled delicious, not to mention the rest of her body.
And it was here in his arms. Harmony was here in his arms and it was like a dream come true. All those years ago when they were in high school, even with his young naive mind, he'd seen the pain and angst in her eyes and had wanted to protect her. He'd wanted to keep her safe in his arms, protect her from all the assholes she slept with in school, from whatever it was that haunted her at home.
And now, he was being given a second chance. He was helping her, protecting her, and she was here in his arms, her smooth skin a delicious texture under his fingers, her lithe body a comfortable weight against his.
"Oh Harry..." She sighed out, her breath unbearably warm. Goosebumps rose up on his flesh, and he mumbled something incoherent. "It was so long ago..."
She was moving around so much, trying to get comfortable maybe, but it was driving Harry fucking insane. Her legs kept rubbing against his, her arm kept rubbing against his chest...he could feel her small yet supple breasts squishing against his chest, her little pink nipples prodding him over and over again. Fuck.
He might've always wanted to protect her...but he was a man too, for chrisake. He'd always wanted to bone her too, and she'd gotten really fucking hot over the years.
"It didn't really turn out the way we hoped, did it...?" she continued, her voice still breathy with fatigue.
"I guess if I...wracked my brain...I could think of...worse places to be..." There was no other place he'd rather be, actually. This was where he'd wanted to be since he was eight years old - together with Harmony.
Jesus fuck, she was still moving around. Was she ever going to get comfortable? And just the way she was moving...he could feel the tingle between his legs and he knew little Harry was getting excited about the moment too.
She looked up at him then, her hair a silken blanket on his shoulder, and he could see her blindingly bright smile in his peripheral, her lips oh so kissable, her eyes glimmering with amusement.
"Is that so, Whitey?"
"Whitey?" He chuckled, glancing down at her. The sentiment was a complete surprise and it felt nice to laugh again, to share memories with someone familiar, with her. He gathered her up in his arms a little more, the pulse of his heart beginning to thunder a little bit louder. "You calling me a knight?" He replied jokingly.
"Mmm, maybe, yeah. 'Cept for the boner, that's not very knightly."
Shit.
Was she teasing him? Was she insinuating something?
Oh God. She could feel his boner.
"Oh yes it. Actually it's nightly and most mornings." And here he was, spitting out lame shit like that.
God, she just kept on with the moving! Sure, she could make fun of him all she wanted, but she was the one that had stripped down to practically nothing, invited him into the bed with her, and was just moving...like that against him! She was causing the boner...she had to know this!
He felt like he was about to jump out of his skin...or more correctly, he felt like he was gonna jump her bones any second. He had the urge to just roll over, pin her underneath him, and kiss her, caress her, make love to her the way he always wanted to. He had the urge to taste every inch of her skin - those delicious looking lips, that beautifully flat tummy of hers, those perfect little breasts. He wanted to hold their soft weight in his hands, caress them, to lick those perfectly pink and puckered nipples with his tongue and hear her moan his name...
Fuck!!
He couldn't do this! This was not the time nor the place for this! He'd just lost half a finger not twenty four hours ago, he'd seen two people die the night before, he was helping Harmony with her sister's murder for chrisake!! Oh but fuck...he could feel her leg move against his boner, nudging it slightly and sending a ripple of pleasure up his spine.
"Fuck it. I'm not a knight. Sorry." He said apologetically, lifting his arms as he sat up, trying to distance himself from her.
"What?" She asked, completely confused.
"Yeah, I'm thinkin'...I'm going nuts so I think maybe...the couch is good..."
"What? Harry stop. Stop." She was frustrated now, tired and slightly annoyed as she too sat up now.
"The couch is good, or I can just keep drinkin' until it goes away." He rubbed at his eye with the heel of his bad hand and he couldn't lose his control now. As long as he just kept his back to her...
"Seriously, if you're at all...uncomfortable," he glanced back at her then. "i am more than happy to do...something..." And she was giving him those eyes, those inviting fucking eyes...
But she was also doing what she did with every other guy. Pointless, meaningless, sexual favors.
"Oh for chrisake, no." He said firmly and watched as her expression became shocked and slightly annoyed.
"Why not?"
"I don't want you to offer it as like," she kept trying to interrupt him! "this is not one of those like "it's a courtesy, freebie". I don't want like the back up, yanno, just like, "gimme a hand here"..." he felt himself stuttering as she flipped her hair and moved closer, her eyes staring at his lips. "uh...as a kind of uh...default...back-up...thing..." She was centimeters from his face now, staring at his eyes, and her eyes were just as beautiful as ever. So gorgeous. Perfect. And full of lust.
And she wanted him. God, she wanted him, and she was so beautiful. He could feel her breath on his face, and she was slowly getting closer.
He also felt her hand slowly moving, her fingers lightly tracing over his leg, tickling the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. He couldn't look away from her eyes, they were so beautiful, they captured him and paralyzed him, even when he felt her fingers sliding up between his legs.
Her nose was perfect, her lips...sooooo perfect, her face the perfect shape of a heart. Everything perfect.
He could feel her fingers, just the tips of her fingers, rubbing him softly through his silk boxers. Up and down, again and again, slowly, softly, teasingly, tickling him. And it made his breath catch in his throat, made his chest tight with need and anticipation, because this was infinitely more pleasurable, infinitely more tortuous than if she'd just started fisting him. And she was smiling that mischievous, cute little smile that told him she knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew exactly what it was doing to him.
She leaned forward and captured his lips, and the kiss was slow and sweet, and it was absolutely everything that Harry ever imagined it would be. She tasted absolutely delicious, and he kissed her back gently, overwhelmed. She tasted like vodka, yes, but she also tasted...unique. Something fleshy and sweet that was completely Harmony.
The tingle between his legs was becoming more than a tingle, and he realized she'd slightly increased the pressure of her ministrations on his cock. Oh god, she was such a tease. So slow, so delicate...and yet it felt amazing, painfully amazing. He parted their lips then, his eyes still closed, foreheads pressed together, and he focused on breathing.
Shit... He hadn't been laid in months, embarrassingly, and now...with Harmony. It was too surreal.
In a daze, he felt her hand stop it's ministrations momentarily, only to deftly slide under the band of his boxers. Pulling the band down slightly with her other hand, she grasped his cock with warm fingers and he couldn't help but gasp slightly. She'd pulled him out of the boxers, and he opened his eyes a bit as she began to stroke him now, staring at her blue eyes as he fisted the sheets.
He felt like he could melt from the pleasure just rippling through his body, felt scorched by the fire in her blue eyes, felt as if this moment was heaven. She was kissing him again, and it felt like he was in heaven. She was his angel.
"Oh God, you're gonna stop calling me..." she breathed out when their lips parted, and he was utterly surprised.
God, her hand felt so good...
"Uh-uh. No, that's crazy. I swear to God." He replied, slowly gaining his ability to speak as she continued to slowly stroke his cock. He looked her in the eye and forced himself to continue. "This is it. You are...the dream girl. Always have been." He could see the surprise in her eyes, the affection and awe. "This is destiny." He continued, smiling reassuringly at her. And it was true, it was destiny. And he was laying his heart out to her, and he felt safe doing so. Harmony was his dream girl, and he felt like this moment was meant to happen for them.
She leaned forward again, the kiss heated and deep. He gasped and moaned loudly as he her grip on his cock suddenly became more firm, and he actually might have whimpered a little bit as her thumb flicked over the head. Did he whimper? That wasn't very manly of him. But shit, he didn't know. He couldn't comprehend fucking anything right then. She was stroking him so much faster now, and he could feel the heat in him getting ready to explode.
He had to separate their kiss. He couldn't fucking breath. There was nothing except the pleasure, and it was unimaginable. He clenched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as she pumped him with unbelievable intensity. He could feel her breast bouncing against his arm in time with her strokes, could feel her slide up against him, could feel the wetness on her panties...
He didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm so mind blowing. And it was just from a hand job. Harry found himself shouting her name, the pleasure blasting over him like a hurricane, encompassing his body and mind into a coma of numbing pleasure. When he came out of the black sea of pleasure, he found himself collapsed against her, head buried in the crook of her neck, and she held him lovingly, stroking his back.
Before he even thought about catching his breath, he leaned up, capturing her lips once more, and he put everything into that kiss - his gratitude, he lust, his love, all those years of frustration and need. Fuck, she tasted good. He wondered if her whole body tasted like this, like candy waiting to be devoured.
He began to kiss her jaw gently, and he wasn't disappointed. He felt himself kissing her neck, the sensitive little part behind her ear, and he buried his face in her silky smooth hair momentarily before returning to his kisses. Over her shoulders, down her heaving chest. And he found them, those perfect little pink nubs.
With one breast in hand, he turned his ministrations to the other, his tongue darting out and tasting the little spear only briefly, and he could hear her moan aloud, grasping his shoulders tightly. He couldn't help himself. He dove forward, opening his mouth in a wide O shape as he took as much of her voluptuous breast as he could, tongue sliding flat against her hard nub. It was intoxicating. He began to suck on it, eliciting sharp moans and whimpers from Harmony that were like bells to his ears. She arched her back forward, thrusting her breasts into his ministrations, wanting more, and oh was he willing to give more.
After delivering similar care to the other nipple, Harry once again wandered south, hands sliding over her slender hips as he began to kiss and taste her flat little tummy, heaving with her breathes. He shifted both their bodies then, twisting them, sliding off the bed and onto his knees as he pulled her legs to dangle over the edge.
He could feel her trembling slightly as her hands found their way to his hair, his kisses having migrated to her hips, to her inner thighs, and she was moaning softly now, over and over again. Harry let his fingers tickle the top of her red stockngs teasingly before dipping them within, grasping the hem and slowly pulling it down.
She grasped his hair firmly then, and he was very much happy to oblige her.
But then she cupped his face with both hands, gently forcing him to look up at her and meet her eyes. She stroked his cheekbone with her right thumb soothingly.
"Before we do this," she began, her voice breathy and low. "I have a little confession to make..."
Harry found himself chuckling, smiling in amusement as he gazed at her, waiting.
"I slept with Chook Chutney."
And then his smile was gone, and he felt his heart drop in his stomach.
Author: me!
Disclaimer: don't own KKBB or the characters therein...*le sigh*
Rating: NC-17 (NSFW)
Pairing: Harry/Harmony
Summary: 'member that scene in the movie where Harmony's topless and Harry jumps in bed with her??? yeah, I gave it an extended twist...with a surprise ending...
Author's Notes: I don't know if any of you recognize my user name, but I've been hangin' around kkissbbang for a while now, enjoying everyone elses fics and fanart. But, after having seen the movie a million times, my pornographic mind just went a whole different direction with this scene in the film. The idea for the fic has been rolling around my noggin for a while now, but I just wrote it last night at 4am...and I blame insomnia. So, it's unbetad and I apologize in advance for that. Anyhoo, I hope you guys enjoy! Comments are love!
And btw, I am a total Perry/Harry shipper, so if this fic gets a sequel it'll definately go in that direction. ^_______^
Emily
Harry slid into the cushy, warm bed, pulling the covers of the fluffy down comforter up to his chest and her shoulders. Harmony immediately snuggled up to him, crawling under his arm and laying her head on his chest, and Harry was completely overwhelmed by the moment. This was what he'd always wanted all his life, and it was perfect down the very last detail. He could feel her soft brown hair on his arm and shoulder and it was every bit the silk he'd always imagined it was. Curiously, he leaned forward, took a deep inhale, and closed his eyes in delight. Her hair even smelled delicious, not to mention the rest of her body.
And it was here in his arms. Harmony was here in his arms and it was like a dream come true. All those years ago when they were in high school, even with his young naive mind, he'd seen the pain and angst in her eyes and had wanted to protect her. He'd wanted to keep her safe in his arms, protect her from all the assholes she slept with in school, from whatever it was that haunted her at home.
And now, he was being given a second chance. He was helping her, protecting her, and she was here in his arms, her smooth skin a delicious texture under his fingers, her lithe body a comfortable weight against his.
"Oh Harry..." She sighed out, her breath unbearably warm. Goosebumps rose up on his flesh, and he mumbled something incoherent. "It was so long ago..."
She was moving around so much, trying to get comfortable maybe, but it was driving Harry fucking insane. Her legs kept rubbing against his, her arm kept rubbing against his chest...he could feel her small yet supple breasts squishing against his chest, her little pink nipples prodding him over and over again. Fuck.
He might've always wanted to protect her...but he was a man too, for chrisake. He'd always wanted to bone her too, and she'd gotten really fucking hot over the years.
"It didn't really turn out the way we hoped, did it...?" she continued, her voice still breathy with fatigue.
"I guess if I...wracked my brain...I could think of...worse places to be..." There was no other place he'd rather be, actually. This was where he'd wanted to be since he was eight years old - together with Harmony.
Jesus fuck, she was still moving around. Was she ever going to get comfortable? And just the way she was moving...he could feel the tingle between his legs and he knew little Harry was getting excited about the moment too.
She looked up at him then, her hair a silken blanket on his shoulder, and he could see her blindingly bright smile in his peripheral, her lips oh so kissable, her eyes glimmering with amusement.
"Is that so, Whitey?"
"Whitey?" He chuckled, glancing down at her. The sentiment was a complete surprise and it felt nice to laugh again, to share memories with someone familiar, with her. He gathered her up in his arms a little more, the pulse of his heart beginning to thunder a little bit louder. "You calling me a knight?" He replied jokingly.
"Mmm, maybe, yeah. 'Cept for the boner, that's not very knightly."
Shit.
Was she teasing him? Was she insinuating something?
Oh God. She could feel his boner.
"Oh yes it. Actually it's nightly and most mornings." And here he was, spitting out lame shit like that.
God, she just kept on with the moving! Sure, she could make fun of him all she wanted, but she was the one that had stripped down to practically nothing, invited him into the bed with her, and was just moving...like that against him! She was causing the boner...she had to know this!
He felt like he was about to jump out of his skin...or more correctly, he felt like he was gonna jump her bones any second. He had the urge to just roll over, pin her underneath him, and kiss her, caress her, make love to her the way he always wanted to. He had the urge to taste every inch of her skin - those delicious looking lips, that beautifully flat tummy of hers, those perfect little breasts. He wanted to hold their soft weight in his hands, caress them, to lick those perfectly pink and puckered nipples with his tongue and hear her moan his name...
Fuck!!
He couldn't do this! This was not the time nor the place for this! He'd just lost half a finger not twenty four hours ago, he'd seen two people die the night before, he was helping Harmony with her sister's murder for chrisake!! Oh but fuck...he could feel her leg move against his boner, nudging it slightly and sending a ripple of pleasure up his spine.
"Fuck it. I'm not a knight. Sorry." He said apologetically, lifting his arms as he sat up, trying to distance himself from her.
"What?" She asked, completely confused.
"Yeah, I'm thinkin'...I'm going nuts so I think maybe...the couch is good..."
"What? Harry stop. Stop." She was frustrated now, tired and slightly annoyed as she too sat up now.
"The couch is good, or I can just keep drinkin' until it goes away." He rubbed at his eye with the heel of his bad hand and he couldn't lose his control now. As long as he just kept his back to her...
"Seriously, if you're at all...uncomfortable," he glanced back at her then. "i am more than happy to do...something..." And she was giving him those eyes, those inviting fucking eyes...
But she was also doing what she did with every other guy. Pointless, meaningless, sexual favors.
"Oh for chrisake, no." He said firmly and watched as her expression became shocked and slightly annoyed.
"Why not?"
"I don't want you to offer it as like," she kept trying to interrupt him! "this is not one of those like "it's a courtesy, freebie". I don't want like the back up, yanno, just like, "gimme a hand here"..." he felt himself stuttering as she flipped her hair and moved closer, her eyes staring at his lips. "uh...as a kind of uh...default...back-up...thing..." She was centimeters from his face now, staring at his eyes, and her eyes were just as beautiful as ever. So gorgeous. Perfect. And full of lust.
And she wanted him. God, she wanted him, and she was so beautiful. He could feel her breath on his face, and she was slowly getting closer.
He also felt her hand slowly moving, her fingers lightly tracing over his leg, tickling the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. He couldn't look away from her eyes, they were so beautiful, they captured him and paralyzed him, even when he felt her fingers sliding up between his legs.
Her nose was perfect, her lips...sooooo perfect, her face the perfect shape of a heart. Everything perfect.
He could feel her fingers, just the tips of her fingers, rubbing him softly through his silk boxers. Up and down, again and again, slowly, softly, teasingly, tickling him. And it made his breath catch in his throat, made his chest tight with need and anticipation, because this was infinitely more pleasurable, infinitely more tortuous than if she'd just started fisting him. And she was smiling that mischievous, cute little smile that told him she knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew exactly what it was doing to him.
She leaned forward and captured his lips, and the kiss was slow and sweet, and it was absolutely everything that Harry ever imagined it would be. She tasted absolutely delicious, and he kissed her back gently, overwhelmed. She tasted like vodka, yes, but she also tasted...unique. Something fleshy and sweet that was completely Harmony.
The tingle between his legs was becoming more than a tingle, and he realized she'd slightly increased the pressure of her ministrations on his cock. Oh god, she was such a tease. So slow, so delicate...and yet it felt amazing, painfully amazing. He parted their lips then, his eyes still closed, foreheads pressed together, and he focused on breathing.
Shit... He hadn't been laid in months, embarrassingly, and now...with Harmony. It was too surreal.
In a daze, he felt her hand stop it's ministrations momentarily, only to deftly slide under the band of his boxers. Pulling the band down slightly with her other hand, she grasped his cock with warm fingers and he couldn't help but gasp slightly. She'd pulled him out of the boxers, and he opened his eyes a bit as she began to stroke him now, staring at her blue eyes as he fisted the sheets.
He felt like he could melt from the pleasure just rippling through his body, felt scorched by the fire in her blue eyes, felt as if this moment was heaven. She was kissing him again, and it felt like he was in heaven. She was his angel.
"Oh God, you're gonna stop calling me..." she breathed out when their lips parted, and he was utterly surprised.
God, her hand felt so good...
"Uh-uh. No, that's crazy. I swear to God." He replied, slowly gaining his ability to speak as she continued to slowly stroke his cock. He looked her in the eye and forced himself to continue. "This is it. You are...the dream girl. Always have been." He could see the surprise in her eyes, the affection and awe. "This is destiny." He continued, smiling reassuringly at her. And it was true, it was destiny. And he was laying his heart out to her, and he felt safe doing so. Harmony was his dream girl, and he felt like this moment was meant to happen for them.
She leaned forward again, the kiss heated and deep. He gasped and moaned loudly as he her grip on his cock suddenly became more firm, and he actually might have whimpered a little bit as her thumb flicked over the head. Did he whimper? That wasn't very manly of him. But shit, he didn't know. He couldn't comprehend fucking anything right then. She was stroking him so much faster now, and he could feel the heat in him getting ready to explode.
He had to separate their kiss. He couldn't fucking breath. There was nothing except the pleasure, and it was unimaginable. He clenched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as she pumped him with unbelievable intensity. He could feel her breast bouncing against his arm in time with her strokes, could feel her slide up against him, could feel the wetness on her panties...
He didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm so mind blowing. And it was just from a hand job. Harry found himself shouting her name, the pleasure blasting over him like a hurricane, encompassing his body and mind into a coma of numbing pleasure. When he came out of the black sea of pleasure, he found himself collapsed against her, head buried in the crook of her neck, and she held him lovingly, stroking his back.
Before he even thought about catching his breath, he leaned up, capturing her lips once more, and he put everything into that kiss - his gratitude, he lust, his love, all those years of frustration and need. Fuck, she tasted good. He wondered if her whole body tasted like this, like candy waiting to be devoured.
He began to kiss her jaw gently, and he wasn't disappointed. He felt himself kissing her neck, the sensitive little part behind her ear, and he buried his face in her silky smooth hair momentarily before returning to his kisses. Over her shoulders, down her heaving chest. And he found them, those perfect little pink nubs.
With one breast in hand, he turned his ministrations to the other, his tongue darting out and tasting the little spear only briefly, and he could hear her moan aloud, grasping his shoulders tightly. He couldn't help himself. He dove forward, opening his mouth in a wide O shape as he took as much of her voluptuous breast as he could, tongue sliding flat against her hard nub. It was intoxicating. He began to suck on it, eliciting sharp moans and whimpers from Harmony that were like bells to his ears. She arched her back forward, thrusting her breasts into his ministrations, wanting more, and oh was he willing to give more.
After delivering similar care to the other nipple, Harry once again wandered south, hands sliding over her slender hips as he began to kiss and taste her flat little tummy, heaving with her breathes. He shifted both their bodies then, twisting them, sliding off the bed and onto his knees as he pulled her legs to dangle over the edge.
He could feel her trembling slightly as her hands found their way to his hair, his kisses having migrated to her hips, to her inner thighs, and she was moaning softly now, over and over again. Harry let his fingers tickle the top of her red stockngs teasingly before dipping them within, grasping the hem and slowly pulling it down.
She grasped his hair firmly then, and he was very much happy to oblige her.
But then she cupped his face with both hands, gently forcing him to look up at her and meet her eyes. She stroked his cheekbone with her right thumb soothingly.
"Before we do this," she began, her voice breathy and low. "I have a little confession to make..."
Harry found himself chuckling, smiling in amusement as he gazed at her, waiting.
"I slept with Chook Chutney."
And then his smile was gone, and he felt his heart drop in his stomach.