Warning: This symbol means the '*' start of smut and end of smut.

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I was looking up at the chandelier ceiling of the restaurant, my back laid across the cloth table and my face heated to the highest temperature as I heard Harry pull his chair closer to the edge of the table where my feet were.

"I don't see you spreading your legs." His low, amused voice said, tapping my calf before I closed my eyes, letting out an audible gulp and slowly spreading my slightly shaking legs.

He was silent for a moment, long enough to make me open my eyes and blink up at the ceiling in confusion.

Then Harry started giggling.

"You're so cute, I didn't actually think you'd do it." He laughed, making me bring my head up from the table to glare at him with wide angered eyes at his cheeky smile making me let out a huff as I tried to sit up, attempting to close my legs before he stopped me, continuing to chuckle at my sour face.

"I'm sorry babe, I'm sorry, lay back down." He tried to stifle his giggles, rising from his chair and stopping me with a quick kiss on my lips, pecking my cheek and gently pressing me back down as I glared at his beaming face.

"People could see-" I began, my breathing slightly uneven as he laid me back down.

"What? See me enjoying my dessert? As long as they don't expect me to share I'm fine." Harry smirked with a raise of his brow, gesturing me to raise my hips from the table, bringing my undergarment down and lifting my skirt for him, and only him to see.

He then propped my legs over his shoulders, completely exposing myself to him as his eyes raked over my most private area and he grinned to himself, bringing his gaze up.

"You are the most beautiful woman." He whispered under his breath in sincerity, closing his eyes and kissing the inside of my thigh before lowering his head down between my parted legs as I immediately gasped at the first feel of his tongue on me, arching my back off the table and throwing my head back, his hands pinning my waist down.

His mouth moved across my aching skin, his brown head of hair the only thing showing as he stuffed his face in between my legs, devouring and ravaging me like-

"Why did you stop." I breathlessly said, already panting and raising my head to blink at Harry in confusion, finding him resting his elbow on the table with his chin in the palm of his hand, a coy smile on his face as he casually ran his finger up and down my slit, my legs still over his shoulders.

"Oh, no particular reason, I just thought- I don't know you might be too busy finding me cute to beg me to fuck you. Hmmm..." He sighed, pursing his lips with a petty face, looking between me and my vagina as my jaw dropped.

"Really."

"You know it's so difficult to figure out if I turn you on or not, oh look here- I wonder where all this wetness came from?" He pretended to fake a surprised look when he pulled his fingers out of me, showing them as I let out a groan, covering my face and smiling, laughing as he chuckled.

"Maybe I should have brought snorkeling gear with me." Harry continued in a light teasing voice, kissing me down there, just kissing not even one swipe of his tongue as I huffed in frustration, giving him a grumpy pout that made him grin as I placed my hand over his soft hair, trying to push his face back down making him laugh.

"So demanding." He whispered at me with narrowed eyes, still smiling before he followed my silent request, going back down, closing his eyes and groaning against me as I gripped the table cloth underneath me, straining against his wet, warm mouth.

I cried out his name, screwing my eyes shut and arching off the table against his moving tongue as he continued to lick, keeping me down as my body began to feel like mush, sinking back with my chest heaving up and down while I tried to catch my breath, light headed and toes curled.

"You know, I just realized I never really formally asked you to be my girlfriend, I kind of assumed." Harry's slow voice brought me somewhat back to earth as I nodded slightly, eyes closed and my tongue darting out to wet my lips still enjoying my post orgasmic bliss.

My body jolted on its own when he touched my overstimulated bundle of nerves, rubbing me with his thumb as I gasped eyes flying open and head back, not expecting to be touched so soon as I felt his eyes on me.

"Be my girlfriend." He breathed, continuing to toy with my body, watching me with dark green eyes and before I could respond his mouth was on me again, making me release for the second time as I screamed his name.

"Not laughing now are you?" Harry's breathing was ragged as I watched him stand to his feet, towering over me and unbuckling his belt before he nodded at me.

"Turn for me Vee." He instructed, unzipping himself and peering down at me with a hooded gaze as I looked up at him, still stunned.

"Okay I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I get it, you do turn me on and I promise I won't ever laugh at you again. Please let me catch my breath," I rushed out, watching him pause at the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers before a devilish grin spread across his face.

He grabbed my chin, tracing my lower lip with his clean thumb.

"I like seeing you beg." He simply smirked, his demeanor much different than how he usually was before he leaned forward and ran his tongue across the side of my neck, placing open mouthed kisses across my skin, distracting me from his main goal.

He grabbed my waist and flipped me over, causing my breath to hitch as he bent me over the table in front of him.

"Fuck, just like I dreamt." The excitement in Harry's rough voice was evident as he kissed the back of my neck, causing the hairs there to stand up as I held back a whimper while I felt him lift my skirt, cupping my ass.

I heard the sound of a small packet being torn behind me, my mind and body too distracted as Harry kissed me, his tongue running against mine while he rubbed me from behind, leaving me panting against his mouth.

"You going to laugh at me anymore?" He wondered, his warm breath at my ear, teeth nipping the side of my neck as I felt his tip nudge my opening from behind, spreading my legs.

I vigorously shook my head, chin tilted up to the ceiling as he sucked on the skin of my shoulder, rubbing his head along my slit causing my knees to buckle.

"Be my girlfriend." His soft exhale hit the side of my neck, his chest pressed flat against my back, letting me feel the erratic, racing beats of his heart as I opened my mouth to answer before he slowly entered me.

My hands fisted the table cloth as I cried out, jaw going slack at the careful intrusion, the both of us gasping at the feel of our bodies connecting for the first time like it was some much awaited bliss.

"Holy shit Jesus Christ on a bike that's- wow- you feel amazing- this- this is amazing." Harry breathed out in a shaky exhale, his hot body rigid above mine as he gripped the table cloth with me.

"Oh wow." I agreed, completely taken over with all different kinds of sensations as my toes curled before I pushed my back closer to his hips, making him curse before he gripped my hips to stop me.

"Fuck, baby don't- don't do that I might cum, give me a sec shit." Harry begged, releasing a high pitched noise from the back of his throat like he had just stubbed his toe.

"Soooo so glad I didn't just thrust in- it would've been all over." He was taking in quick breaths like a mother in labor, making me smile and laugh lightly even in our current situation as I grabbed the side of his face, raising my head to kiss his cheek while he smiled at the action.

Harry captured my lips with his in a slow tender kiss that matched the rhythm of his hips grinding against me, the heat between us rising to indescribable heights as he quickened his pace, always kissing me all the while even as he got rougher.

"So...good.." He groaned in between thrusts, his words coming off as more of a request rather than a demand due to his vulnerable tone as I dropped my head, my face pressed against the moving table underneath us as the cups and silverware toppled and fell to the floor from Harry's hard movements as he kept me bent over, pounding into me while I whimpered.

He kissed the back of my neck and fisted a hank of my pixie hair while I laid on my stomach, taking every thrust he gave and knowing he was showing me just how wrong I was about how good he could be in bed.

Or table...

"Next time you wanna talk shit," Harry breathed, lips grazing my ear as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with my choked moans.

"Make sure you include just how much you like taking my cock bent over and spread out for me." His length sunk in and out of me, hitting the deepest parts of me for emphasis as I released a soft moan at his words, not expecting him to act so dominant as he grabbed the back of my thigh, bringing one of my legs on the table while my other leg was still on the ground as I screamed in pleasure at the new angle.

"You think I'm cute huh?" Harry continued in his gruff, deep voice, his free hand that wasn't holding my hair coming down and spanking my ass causing me to yelp in surprise, reeling forward both from the hit and his merciless thrusts as my knuckles turned white from gripping onto the table too tightly while I bit back a smile of content.

Yay for spanking.

"I'll show you just how cute I am when I make you cum hard all over my fucking dick and leave you sore." He promised, already predicting the future as he pulled out, only to ram back into me causing even the table to shudder underneath us as I cried out and came, never experiencing an orgasm so intensely satisfying and long.

Even as I was coming Harry brought his hand to my front, rubbing my clit and pumping his fingers in and out just like he was fucking me from behind as my body shook underneath him, more than overwhelmed while he moved above me.

His soft words of encouragement continued as I clenched around him and even as my eyes screwed shut in euphoria I could feel his intense gaze on me, watching me while he chased his own release.

"So fucking beautiful," Was the last thing that left Harry's lips before he spilled into the condom inside me, groaning out my name before we both collapsed, completely spent.

My body was slightly curled, my eyes closed and breathing heavy with Harry's sweaty body covering mine, the table the only thing supporting us from falling to the ground in a heap of mush with how we were both feeling as we enjoyed the after shocks of our little session.

Harry pulled his fingers out of me, still buried deep inside me yet he made no move to pull out as he hugged me to him while his racing heart rate beat a tattoo against my back.

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"Please let me be your boyfriend." Harry requested in a soft pant, turning his head to kiss the side of my neck before snuggling closer to me as I smiled, my eyes still closed.

I shuddered, completely amazed with how quick his demeanor changed as I weakly lifted my head so the tips of our noses brushed against one another.

"Yeah okay." I agreed, making the two of us grin before we kissed.

"Here's the bill." Alan casually walked over to the table, with Harry still on top of me, the both of us still flushed and sweaty as we watched our irritated friend toss the bill onto the ruined table.

"I take my tip in money, not dick like Ron does FYI." He informed Harry with a look, snapping his fingers and pointing at him before rubbing his fingertips together in a "money" gesture and walking away.

"Okay." Harry called out after him before going back to resting his head on me, holding me close.

He then shifted slightly, only then making me realize he was growing hard still buried inside me as I made a sound from the back of my throat, trembling.

"Ah- too much," I whimpered, hearing him chuckle before he followed my command and pulled out, giving me some space to breathe.

"You sore?" Harry asked once he helped slip my underwear back on, fixing my skirt while I readjusted his disheveled shirt.

"A little, yeah." I admitted, my knees shaking before they gave out underneath me and I clutched onto Harry's broad shoulders in surprise as he quickly caught me.

"I'm so sorry." He blinked, not looking sorry at all as he beamed down at me with pride, making me roll my eyes.

Harry ended up sitting me down to catch a break, my legs on his lap as he massaged my calves before his characteristic, posh, arrogant, extra persona came back ten fold.

He was happily humming, listening to me talk about my day and staring at me with a look of endearment in his green eyes.

I stopped to stare at him.

"You're replaying us having sex on the table aren't you." I stated knowingly.

"Dreams really do come true." Was Harry's dazed response, still rubbing my calves as I narrowed my eyes at him with a smile.

"Nice lipstick stain, ever find one in your color?" I remarked, noticing the kiss mark I had left on his cheek as I reached out, trying to wipe it away with the pad of my thumb.

"Nice hickey, real classy." He shot back with a dimpled grin, gazing at the love by he had left on my neck, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in for another kiss.

"Alright we get it you're together, just stop introducing your tonsils to one another for one sec." Alan walked back into the room, handing us our bottled water Harry requested as we thanked him.

"There are your drinks you poor things, having mind blowing sex must be so exhausting- not like I would know since I've been up since five doing actual work and not getting dicked down." Alan remarked with an overly cheery smile and sarcastic voice.

"Why do I feel like the last part is being directed at me." I said after I took a sip of my water.

"I don't know, Harry, have you gotten dicked down recently?" Alan mused, faking a look of concern as he crossed his arms over his chest, rubbing his chin and peering down at Harry.

Harry made eye contact with me and thought for a moment.

"Recently? No. No I haven't." My boyfriend shrugged, catching the amused look on my face as he sent me a sly wink before taking a drink from his water bottle as Alan turned his attention to me.

"Ron, question, have you been dicked down recently-" Alan began with a raise of his brow.

"Alright, alright yes, yes I get it- Ben you can stop covering your eyes while you clean, Harry and I are done." I announced, letting Ben who had one hand covering his distraught face and the other blindly groping the ruined table to fix it stumbled around before he dropped his hand and opened his eyes.

"Oh." He blinked, looking around in relief.

"Covering your eyes wouldn't have helped anyways. The girlish, high pitched moans would have given it away." Harry laughed, attempting to make fun of me as I looked at him.

"Don't worry Harry, your high pitched moans didn't sound too girlish." I assured him with a passive look, causing his smirk to immediately drop as he fixed a quick glare in my direction while Alan laughed, slowly clapping his hands from the side before giving me a high five.

"Let's not forget about your moans Vee, guess all that practice in your adult films really payed off." Harry remarked.

"You would know since you would probably have used all your Wiggle's concert money to buy and jack off to them." I countered with a straight face as Harry leaned forward.

"Like I'd actually pay to watch someone fuck you when you and I both know I can do it ten times better-"

"Wow, totally forgot how much you two used to hate each other back then." Alan whistled, watching us intently as Harry and I paused our bickering to stare at each other, blinking in realization.

"Huh." We both said, settling back down in our seats and staring at one another in awe, my legs still in Harry's lap making me realize he was still massaging my calves even when we were bickering.

"This is just weird, I remember wanting to freakin argue with you constantly in frustration." Harry breathed out, rubbing his neck.

"But now, now I realized there's a lot of stuff I want to do with you that could let out both of our frustrations-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, Ben fold the table cloth already, we're done here." Alan interrupted Harry's flirtatious comment, making a face as I simply smiled, shaking my head.

"Are you guys done fucking now." Charles and the rest of Harry's friends entered the restaurant, approaching the disheveled table, studying the discarded utensils and shattered glass cups on the wrinkled, crooked, table cloth.

"How did you know we were fucking?" Harry asked, giving all his well dressed friends looks.

"Because you started to sound like a really cheaply directed porno with the whole 'I can't find what I'm craving for on the dessert menu' opening line as you were eyeing your girlfriend." Kreg casually informed, distracted as he frowned at the empty basket of breadsticks, glancing at all the food that had fallen on the ground.

"Hey, do you have any more breadsticks?" Kreg asked Ben whose face was hidden since he was kneeling down still trying to collect a few fallen forks and knives.

"Huh, I'm sorry, you want breadsticks sir?" Ben politely asked, rising to his feet and straightening his posture, a good foot taller than Kreg who blinked up at him.

"I'll have your breadstick." Kreg whispered under his breath.

"Pardon?" Ben blinked.

"I said- yes! Yes of course I want breadsticks, go before I complain to your manager!" Kreg quickly recomposed himself, snapping at Ben who stiffened.

"Y-yes sir." The young waiter gulped, already flushed as he fled, leaving a wide eyed Kreg to watch Ben's tall, lanky frame disappear in the kitchen.

Kreg stabled himself by leaning his weight on the table.

"Fuck, why did I say that." He muttered, clutching his heart.

I couldn't help but smile.

"That's the cutest thing in the world." I said, nudging Harry who snapped his head to me with an offended expression.

"Um, honey have you not seen me?" He grabbed my chin to turn my head to him so I could see his face as I gave him a deadpanned look.

Harry offered me a ride home in his limo, his butler Bennet driving at the wheel as Harry continued to spas and panic about how our next time together needs to be more romantic.

"Not that I don't regret taking you on that table because that was one of my huge fantasies, but next time there needs to be like rose petals. Oh, and a bed, Bennet are you getting any of this." Harry checked, completely consumed with his new plan as I smirked, watching him besides me before I heard a few honks from outside, making me look out the car window to find us stuck in bumper to bumper traffic.

It was only when I looked at the sky did I notice something was wrong.

"Do you see that? Is that- is that smoke?" My senses became more alert as I pointed out the window, hearing the sirens and screams down the street and around the corner where my building was.

"Wait, isn't that where you're-"

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car before Harry could finish his sentence, hearing him get out as well, calling and following after me as I ran past the unmoving cars, following the smoke and sirens in a panic, mentally chanting 'no' in my head as my feet carried me.

Making a sharp dash around the corner, my feet seemed to screech to a halt, eyes wide and mouth parted in horror at the sight of my apartment building encased in flames, the fire rising high in the night sky, climbing to devour the stars as well as the sound of heated crackling and worried cries filled the air.

"I'm the owner of this building, how did this happen?" I breathed out in alarm when I approached the nearest police officer, joining the crowd of people surrounding my burning home as I whipped my head around, noticing that most of the charcoaled looking tenants were outside and safe as firemen continued to try and hose down the fire.

"Report of someone leaving the stove on in one room. After that, didn't take too long to spread." The policeman informed with a grim expression as my heart seemed to shatter, seeing the place I grew up in and took care of even after my mother passed disintegrate before me, not just ruining my home but everyone else who was renting.

"Is anyone in there?" I demanded when I saw the trampoline being set below the front of the building.

"Two people. We only know that one of them is a male who just ran back in there like a crazy person before anyone could stop him." The officer informed.

"What? Who would do that- I mean, why?" I stuttered out in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that someone would go back into that crumbling, burning building.

"I don't know ma'm, all I know is that he was looking for some journal that he left inside." The man said, leaving me to push a few people back away from the hazardous sight as I stood there, his words sinking in as I looked at the enflamed apartments in front of me, knowing exactly who ran back inside.

"Arlo."

AN: what, they had sex, what did you expect me to do make everything go uphill from there? Dick comes at a cost we know this already.