Cloning: the ability to duplicate one's self.

Body goals right there 😫😫😫

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t.m.

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S.E // The 7th Supreme

My heart hurt for Harry. I felt utterly sympathetic for what he went through with this sick bitch. Part of me wanted to hurt her for breaking Harry's heart like that and sleeping with another man behind his back. It was utterly disgusting and it seriously irked me how someone could do such a thing. As I sat here, listening to Harry's backstory, the pained look on his face tugged on my heartstrings.

"I realized then I was never really in love with her, only infatuated with her. It was never real love," he mumbled sadly, playing with the rings on his fingers.

I sighed lightly, reaching over to take his hand into my lap, clasping it and giving it a comforting squeeze. His head turned to look at me, vulnerable fern eyes meeting my concerned stormy ones. My other hand rose to cup his cheek gently, running my thumb over his cheekbone as I sighed again.

"I'm sorry Harry, you don't deserve what happened," I whispered softly, watching his eyes flutter shut at my warm touch while he sighed.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," he mumbled quietly, averting his gaze to our linked hands on my lap.

"Okay," I nodded, letting go of his paint-stained hand.

He moved away, walking over to his stool that was situated before his painting before he picked his brush up and started working again. I stood up from my seated position, my mind busy with thoughts as I strolled around his room, admiring his art pieces. I thought of the night he encouraged me to stop overthinking about the risks of falling in love.

After hearing what had happened with Valentina, I found it ironic how I was the one worried about falling in love, when he should been the one in my place after his previous experiences with relationships. I felt almost pathetic for being worried about falling for him; my reasons for my hesitance weren't even good enough. It was kind of brave of him for wanting to try the whole relationship thing again, which pretty much gave me the confidence to go ahead with it myself.

I wasn't sure what we were exactly, but it was something. Before that 'hang-out', we definitely had some sort of physical connection, which could only be fulfilled with sex. But after spending more time with him, actually talking and getting to know him better; I enjoyed his company, especially when he came over to check up on me and stayed the night. It was something I wanted over and over again: to always be in his presence.

His laugh and smile was infectious. He was an interesting person to talk to, right from his views on certain controversial topics, down to why he thinks Gouda cheese is better than cheddar cheese. Not to mention the way he makes me feel whenever he's around. I always got this weird tingly feeling whenever I felt his gaze on me, or whenever I was near him. One thing I did know was that I was going to give whatever we had a shot, and see if it really turns out to be something beautiful and worth it, despite the risks I will be taking. I knew for sure I wouldn't do anything to hurt Harry the way that vixen hurt him.

The only problem was could I trust him? I knew he wouldn't do something as horrible as that woman did, but there are still many things he could do wrong that could potentially ruin our relationship. I just had to hope that he wouldn't do anything bad.

"I see you like to paint naked women?" I arched a brow at the erotic painting I had stopped by; admiring the beautiful way he captured the woman's curvy figure.

"I like to paint you," he smirked, his words making my eyebrows pull low before I gazed back at the painting and my lips parted.

The woman was me. Facing the other way so her ass was on show, but tilting her body with her hand near her thigh and the other one in a poised pose. The face was unidentifiable, but the body shape was very much similar to mine. My eyes flickered to the other paintings he had hung up, studying the naked torsos in detail before realizing they were all of me. Anyone would have deemed this creepy, saying that Harry was a perv. But I thought it was intriguing, that during the times we were so caught up with rough lustful actions, he still managed to remember every single detail of my naked body.

"I didn't creep you out, did I?" Harry questioned hesitantly, pressing his lips tightly together as I gazed back at him and smiled lightly.

"No, I'm flattered actually," I chuckled a little, eyes travelling over the colorful painting of the back profile of my body, admiring how he had perfectly captured all the details of my voluptuous body.

I stopped in front of a painting of a pair of legs in black LouBoutins, frowning at it slightly before I somewhat realized that it was me again. Those LouBoutins were the shoes I wore when I first met Harry. He must've gotten a closer look at them when he carried me into his house while I held the heels in my hands. He noticed me staring at this particular painting, setting his paintbrush down and walking over to me with his hands clasped behind his back.

"I was a little mesmerized when I first met you. You didn't leave my mind after that day, so I guess I got a little inspired," he smiled softly, gazing down at me while I laughed lightly.

"A little?" I questioned, arching a brow at the black and white painting situated next to the one with heels. It consisted of two figures, the male holding the woman, kissing her.

"A little," he grinned, pinching my nose, causing me to jolt back with a yelp.

His gaze met mine all of a sudden, gazing silently as his hands came up to grasp my hips, pulling me forwards until our bodies were pressed together. His lips met mine as expected, the kiss rough and urgent as he quickly pushed his tongue into my mouth, rolling it against my own as he messily grabbed my thighs to lift me up. I jumped up, locking our lips once again as he sat me down on his desk that was in the far corner of the room, blindly clearing it while we kissed.

"Someone's horny," I smirked when he pulled away for a breath of air, rolling his eyes at me while his hand came down and cupped my sex under my dress.

I inhaled sharply at the action, almost wishing he'd stop doing that so suddenly all the time. He left me momentarily to go and lock the door. He also quickly rinsed off his paint-stained hands, drying them before returning and frowning at my dress. Harry struggled a little with getting his hand up my dress, as it wasn't one that flowed freely, it clung to me. He told me to lift my hips, tugging my dress carefully upwards until it was bunched over my ass. He was already onto hooking his fingers into my panties until I stopped him, fingers wrapping around his wrist.

A frown was immediately etched onto his face, especially when I pulled his hand away from between my legs and kept it on my hip. I tugged his face downwards, lips hovering over mine as I squinted, studying him for a second. His movements were so fast and rushed, I had a feeling he didn't want to give what we had a chance, after he told me about his backstory and most probably remembered the heartbreak he experienced.

"You're moving too fast," I whispered with an amused smirk, pushing my thoughts away and focusing on him again. A sheepish grin curled onto his lips before he rolled them inwards trying to hide it.

"Sorry," he mumbled, resting his forehead against mine. "I-I just, I just really need you right now," he whispered pleadingly, his tone shaky, making me worry a little.

"For what Harry?" I questioned, knowing that he didn't need me just because he was sexually frustrated. He needed me for something else.

"I need you to help me forget about her," he said, swallowing thickly as he looked at me expectantly.

I bit my lip, contemplating for a few seconds before nodding. In my opinion, having sex in order to forget someone didn't seem right. But in this case since I was the one who brought it up and it was something that happened years ago, it was an exception. His lips met mine again; this time the kiss was slower, but with the same amount of sultriness as before.

His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me off the table as I locked my ankles around his back, clinging to him as he kissed me messily. He squeezed my ass firmly, pushing his tongue against mine as he slowly laid me down on the bed. He aided me in removing my dress, leaving me in just my black bra and panties. A dark lustful look flashed in his eyes as he stared down at me, kneeling between my open legs with his lower lip tugged into his mouth.

"You look so fucking good," he whispered lowly, his words making me drip in my panties as he traced the outline of my bra cup with his finger.

His gaze flickered upwards to meet mine, a tiny smirk forming on his lips as he ducked down to press his lips against the hollow of my throat. His hands and lips treated me with such care, fingers tracing my skin as his lips left soft kisses down my chest. My body arched with every wet kiss pressed into the skin of my midriff as he moved lower, reaching the band of my panties. He dragged his tongue upwards right from the lace band to the bottom of my naval, his actions arousing me to the limit as I whimpered lightly.

"Harry," I breathed, feeling my cheeks flush from all this foreplay even though we had barely done anything.

"Mhmm?" he gazed up at me, a dirty smirk dipping into his lips as tugged my panties to the side, revealing my dripping sex.

A sudden moan flew out of my parted lips when he dragged his fingers up my slit, before tugging his hand up to his mouth and popping his fingers in there. A smirk dipped into his lips as he stared down at me, sucking my arousal off his fingers before bringing them down again to wet my slit. As if it wasn't wet already. He stayed there knelt between my legs, rubbing me up and down slowly before gradually speeding up his movements.

My hand came down to tug my panties further to the side, holding them there as Harry slipped a finger into my entrance. A low moan was emitted from my throat at the action, my jaw slackening, his finger fucking me slowly. His body came over mine; keeping his hand between my legs as his lips captured mine. A hot messy kiss was exchanged between us, soft moans leaving my lips as Harry continued his movements.

"Shit, right there, Harry," I moaned when his finger hit a spot inside of me that had my body flushing with pleasure.

He shifted lower on the bed, pausing his movements momentarily to lie on his stomach before he continued to pump his finger. His face inched closer to my sex, a devious look crossing his features as he gazed at me, before sticking his tongue out to touch my clit. My body shuddered when he used the tip of his tongue to tease the nub, other hand coming up to spread my folds further apart. He swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit, pulling the hood up for more access all while he carried on shifting his finger in and out of me.

My body was writhing in pleasure, my hips threatening to buck into his face every time I felt his hot breath wash over my heated core. I managed to keep my legs apart and my hips at bay for some time as he concentrated on eating me out while fingering me, now adding another digit in. My stomach coiled as he pumped his two fingers, curling them heavily inside me as he flicked his tongue against my clit, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it.

"Harry...Harry fuck," I groaned lightly, biting my lower lip harshly to conceal my loudest moans inside, as I knew his friends were home around this time.

"Open your eyes for me baby girl," he rasped, his words causing me to obey his command. My gaze landed on the beautiful man lying on the bed with his head between my legs. The sight alone made me want to moan again.

"I'm close," I whimpered, feeling the cool metal of his rings make contact with my heated flesh as his fingers sunk deep into me.

He smirked at me in response, ducking down to place a sloppy kiss to my clit, before tonguing it messily, the noises of his actions filling up his quiet bedroom. My back arched at the feeling of this, my hand sliding into his curls and unconsciously tugging his face closer to me. He chuckled, his laugh sending vibrations straight to my core before he sat up.

His gaze locked with mine, bright green intense eyes staring deep into my stormy ones as he fucked me hard with his fingers, slamming them relentlessly into me as I tried my hardest not to cry out loud. Fingering wasn't something I usually gained a lot of pleasure from, but Harry fingering me was an exception.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Sage?" he teased, tugging my thighs over his as he sat back on his calves and gazed down at place between my legs. "Hmm?" he said, suddenly slowing down his movements with his fingers causing me to whine.

"Harry," I whimpered, my hips automatically lifting up to move onto his fingers, feeling them sliding in and out of me.

"That's it baby, fuck my fingers," Harry groaned at the site, watching me throwing my head back as my body stretched and I tried to get myself to orgasm.

Suddenly, Harry gripped my hip, pounding his fingers into me mercilessly as my hand clamped down on my mouth to conceal my moans. My gaze drifted to Harry's arm, watching the muscles in his arm flex as he moved his fingers incredibly fast, hitting my g-spot over and over again. The sight immediately pushed me over the edge, a strangled moan escaping my lips as I came hard.

My release dripped down his fingers and onto his palm, a few spots hitting his forearm as I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling heavily as his fingers worked my through my high. He pulled his fingers out of me once I had come down from my high, my eyes shut while I focused on taking deep breaths, utterly overwhelmed from the orgasm I had just experienced. I opened my eyes just as Harry had moved his hand away from between my legs, my glistening arousal coating in his entire hand causing my cheeks to flush brightly, my lips parting in surprise. I had never cum that hard before. But I wasn't gonna tell him that.

A dirty smirk was drawled across his dark pink lips, his hand coming up to slip a finger into his mouth, sucking my arousal off it. He seemed to really love doing that. Once his finger left his mouth, he parted his lips to speak, his words instantly causing my stomach to coil.

"Wish you came like that on my tongue instead."

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➰ that smut was hella lame and this chapter is hella short I'm so sorry for that 😫

➰ just something people were asking about in the last chapter, Sage doesn't know who Valentina is. The Supremes and covens from around the world don't really keep in contact with each other not support each other H, this is one of the reasons they're like a dying breed because without being United; The Saviors will end up killing every single one of them.

Until we meet again...

t.m.