I AM BACK wow it took me some time to get into it again because I'm at the boring part of the story lmao.

But anyways here's a REALLY long chapter with smut and drama and everything. Have fun and ignore errors or any bs thanks x

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Hand prints and footprints on my glass

Hand prints and good grips all on my ass

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"How does this look?"

  Harry lifted his gaze up from his phone, to take a look at the next outfit Adriana had tried on. They were shopping for a dress to wear for dinner with Harry's family. Adriana's nerves were all over the place because of it and that she couldn't find an appropriate dress to wear. Harry thought he could calm her down by bringing her to the mall and helping her choose a dress, and then take her out for some brunch. But brunch was turning into lunch now due to how long it was taking for her to find a dress.

   "Babe...it's a little too-"

   "Booby," Adriana said with a roll of her eyes, hands settling on her hips. "You've said that for the last five dresses I've tried on."

   "I can't help it if you've got amazing boobs that tend to make an appearance with everything you wear, which my parents may have a problem with!" Harry exclaimed with a short ramble, throwing his hands up in an exaggerated manner. "I can't help it that they're extremely judgmental and will literally think you are a- well the term they prefer to use is something I will not say right now-"

   "Slut," Adriana said it for him. "It's okay, I've been called that before."

   "That is most certainly not okay," Harry huffed with narrowed eyes.

   "I know I know," Adriana hushed him up with a quick kiss pressed to his lips when he stood up, ready to rant about the objectification and degradation of women. "I have two more dresses to try on, one of them might be a little booby-."

   "You're gonna give me a boner with all those dresses," Harry groaned lightly, making Adriana chuckle lightly, eyes discreetly glancing down at his crotch. He was semi-hard.

   "If you do get one, you know I'm here to take care of it," Adriana whispered sultrily with a smirk, dark eyes glinting cheekily as her hand brushed his crotch ever so lightly.

   "Here?" Harry asked with widened eyes, looking around briefly. There was no one else in the fitting rooms; it was fairly empty.

   "Why not?" Adriana murmured with a grin, stepping closer to him and running her palms up his chest, lips near his. "Is public sex on your bucket list too?"

   "It is now," Harry murmured in response, making Adriana's smirk grow.

  Adriana had no patience in waiting for his dick to get fully erect, so she grabbed his hand and tugged him into the fairly sized fitting room before anyone could see. His back hit the mirror as she pushed him against it and locked their lips together. Their hot tongues met in a heavy kiss, tongues rolling and pushing, noses brushing, hands clinging onto each others clothes and skin. Harry ran his hands over the contour of her hips, feeling the velvet fabric of the low cut, peachy pink colored dress she was wearing. Her hand snatched his black newsboy cap off his head and set it aside, fingers weaving into the soft strands of his chocolate hair, brushing against the nape of his neck where she used to play with his longer curls, which were once there.

  Her hand then slid down from his neck to his chest, gliding downwards until she reached his jeans. Her fingers worked quickly in unbuckling the belt, undoing the zip and running the palm of her hand against his heavy length that sat, erect in his boxers. Harry let out a grunt that was quickly muffled by the kiss, hands squeezing her ass lightly before he reached up to the back of her dress and unzipped it. Adriana got the hint, hands leaving his length and moving to help Harry rid her body of the dress. They didn't want to spoil it while having sex. The dress was tossed away, leaving Adriana in her maroon, lacey underwear.

   "We have to be quiet," Adriana whispered in a hushed tone against his lips, firm and sultry. It made Harry's body fill up with excitement, thrilled by the idea of having sex in public when they could be caught. He hoped they wouldn't be because of the embarrassment of it.

  She then slowly pulled him forwards by his shirt before turning him around and walking him back against the door, all while their lips were engaged in a heavy kiss. She wanted him to watch them in the mirror while she sucked him off. Her knees touched the floor and her hands tugged the band of his navy blue Calvin Klein's down, eyes glinting at the sight of the throbbing head of member poking out.

  She dove forwards and immediately engulfed the tip with her warm mouth, leaving the rest of his length inside his boxers as she teased the tip for a bit. Harry sucked in a breath when her tongue came in contact with his slit, shuddering at the way she dragged the tip of her tongue along it.

   "No teasing, please baby," Harry almost whined, ring-clad fingers reaching for her hair that was gathered up into a ponytail.

  Adriana smirked against his pink flesh, dark eyes gazing up at him as she left a gentle kiss on the top before pulling his length out. She stroked him a few times, stomach clenching at the sight of how hard it was for her. Her tongue slipped out to drag up against the underside of his shaft, feeling the vein pulsating there on her taste buds as. Harry let out a shaky moan, then making him immediately clamp his mouth shut with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

  She smirked in amusement, continuing to stroke his length with her fist wrapped around the flesh, using her saliva as a lubricant to smoothen her movements. Harry in the mean time reached around her head to let her hair free from the hair tie, carefully and gently pulling it out to allow her dark, chocolate locks settle over her shoulders and back, and frame her gorgeous face.

  Her wrist twisted as her fingers clenched, dragging her fist up and down as she sucked and tongued the head. She slowly worked her way downwards with her mouth, using less of her hand the more her lips slipped down and his cock disappeared into her mouth. Her head bobbed in rhythm with her tongue swirling around his hot flesh, making sure to tease the prominent vein underneath his member every now and then.

   "Adriana," Harry breathed heavily, skin growing hot underneath his clothes as his hazy eyes focused on the sight of his woman kneeling before him, sucking him off in the mirror.

  His right hand had gathered her hair up in a messy, makeshift pony, holding the strands away from bothering her while she worked her mouth. One of her hands gripped his hip while the other clutched the skin of his thigh underneath his ass, head vigorously bobbing as her tongue and lips dragged up and down his cock. Harry's cheeks flushed at the wet sounds that were emitted by her, worried that people outside could hear.

    "You wanna try deep-throating again?" Adriana questioned breathlessly as soon as she pulled away to take a moment, knowing how much he enjoyed the experience when they did it in his kitchen.

  Harry nodded eagerly, waiting for her to take him into her mouth again. His fingers tightened around her hair as she widened her mouth and took him in, going down until her nose brushed his t-shirt. Harry's eyes fluttered shut when he felt his tip nudging the back of her throat, pulling his hips back and gently pushing back in. He began thrusting slowly, both of his hands holding her head, chocolate locks tangled with his fingers.

  He gave one particularly hard thrust that had Adriana grabbing his ass in surprise, eyes squeezing shut and watering while her core ached for him. But then after one more thrust he pulled out of her mouth, causing her to suck in a breath of air before she licked her lips and stood up. His length was sandwiched between heir bodies as he pulled her close, nose nudging her cheek.

"I want you so bad," Harry murmured lowly, hand coming up to stroke her cheek.

    "Then fuck me."

  Adriana tilted her head slightly to kiss his lips, arms wounding around his neck as their lips got caught in a heavy kiss full of tongue. Harry walked forwards causing her to walk backwards, back meeting the mirror. Harry dragged his hands down the sides of her body, feeling her exposed skin until they hit the band of her underwear. His hand pushed past the band and slipped into her panties, fingers finding her slit and dragging up between her wet folds firmly.

   "Shit," Adriana uttered quietly, hands holding onto his shoulders with her head resting against the mirror.

   Harry smirked against her cheek, working his fingers against her sensitive bundle of nerves, making her jolt, delicate hand pressing against his hard chest. He groaned lightly at the feeling of her hot arousal coating his fingers heavily. He couldn't wait to feel her around his cock, warm and wet, so he pulled his hand out of her underwear. A soft whine escaped her lips with her face contorting before Harry turned her around.

  Adriana felt excitement fill her body up as Harry pulled her panties to the side, as she bent over a little. He grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before dragging the head up her warm, wet slit. Adriana bit her lip at the feeling, back arch and ass pushing out more for him. He then pushed into her, filling her up to the brim until the soft flesh of her ass touched his clothed abdomen. They both exhaled softly at the overwhelming feeling, mouths agape, heart pounding.

  Harry began shifting his hips back and forth, cock pushing in and out of her, emerging with a gloss of her arousal covering his length. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he fucked her with quick thrusts, panting lightly under his breath, large hands gripping her hips firmly. Adriana's body shook with every thrust; hand moving forwards to press against the mirror while the other one grabbed the top of Harry's hand that was on her hip. The sounds of soft, breathless panting and skin slapping skin lightly filled up the air of the fitting rooms. They didn't speak because they were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, and because they were afraid of getting caught.

  Adriana raised her gaze, hazy, dark eyes staring at the mirror where she could see Harry behind her. His pale eyes met hers, gaze intense when they locked. He licked his heart-shaped lips as he stared back at her, before a wave of pleasure washed over him and his face contorted. She watched as his strong jaw clenched, eyebrows lowering and forehead creasing with his pink lips parting to exhale heavily. It was then Adriana's turn to feel that familiar wave of intense pleasure when the tip of Harry's cock rubbed her g-spot, eliciting a small whine of pleasure. Harry's eyes widened, hand immediately sliding up to cup her mouth. Adriana's eyes shot open in realization, embarrassment shining in her apologetic eyes while Harry smiled a little in amusement.

  With his hand on her face, he pulled her back slowly until her back was only inches away from his chest, slim body arched with her ass pushing back onto his cock. Adriana bit her lip at the position they were in, hand holding his by her hip while the other curled around the nape of Harry's neck when his lips came around to hover by her ear. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he panted and grunted by her ear, shifting his hips and thrusting into her sharply now. His right hand dropped down from her face to her breasts, squeezing the right one firmly before tugging her bra down to reveal them more.

  "Fuck papi," Adriana whispered ever so quietly when he cupped her breast with his hand, thumbing the tip while he fucked her.

  His pants shifted lower and hung by his thighs as his movements grew rougher, hips snapping sharply, cock driving in and out of her at a quick rough pace. Adriana's body fell forwards when Harry grabbed her hips tightly, her delicate hands pressing against the mirror firmly. Harry paused a moment to watch her ass work, slim hips pulling back and forth, sliding onto his cock before pulling back slowly while his gaze stayed fixated on the place where they were connected. His hand came out to squeeze her ass firmly, biting his lower lip at the way his cock glistened with her arousal. After a few more seconds of her fucking back onto him, he grabbed her hips again and pushed her up against the mirror, breasts and cheek pressed against the glass while he angled his hips differently and fucked her with every fiber in his body.

  Adriana shook against the mirror, eyes watering due to the pleasure as she bit down harshly on her lip to conceal all her loud moans. The sounds of her ass smacking against his abdomen were evident now, and Harry had completely disregarded the fact that they were in a public place. Adriana had accidentally let a few moans slip out, and same with Harry and his throaty groans, but none of them were exceptionally loud and barely anyone entered the fitting rooms for them to be heard. They were both close to their orgasms, and Harry knew that he needed to release down her throat and not inside of her. His eyes fluttered shut and his head tipped back as he relished the feeling of her warm walls clasped around his hard member.

  He wanted to kiss her, so he quickly pulled out of her and spun her around. Adriana quickly got an idea of what he was doing, even though she was caught off-guard when he had pulled out of him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her lips met his, desperate to feel the taste of his kisses on her tongue again. His hands reached for her thighs as he pressed her back against the mirror, rolling his tongue heavily against hers and kissing her back fervently. Her ankles locked behind his back over his ass, and he immediately slipped back into her, fucking her hard and raw.

  Adriana had to bite down on his shoulder to keep herself from releasing her loud moans, fingers clutching his curls at the back of his head firmly as her thighs shook around his hips. His right arm hooked under her ass, holding her like that as his hand pressed against the mirror, rings clanking loudly at the sudden movement. He shifted his hips upwards sharply, giving her a few more thrusts, hitting her sweet spot with every one before she came.

  Her orgasm caught her off-guard as the pleasure flooded her body, overtaking her nerves and senses: jaw slackening with lips parting. She didn't even realize that Harry had cupped her mouth with his hand to stop her from crying out loud due to the orgasm. He replaced his hand with his lips, burdening hers with a heavy kiss as he continued his movements to help her through her high, as well as push him closer to the edge. Harry could feel his muscles tensing, body begging to release, as he held back just a little bit longer. Adriana kissed him back, but wasn't able to keep up with the pace of the kiss so their lips broke over and instead hovered over each other's.

  Adriana's dark eyes lingered on his face, watching the way his facial muscles tensed, expression wavering due to the overwhelming pleasure. Her hands dragged down the sides of his face, lips brushing his lightly, as his fingertips dug into the skin of her thighs. Adriana then let out a tiny moan to push him further, causing his cock to twitch inside of her. He quickly pulled out and Adriana's feet touched the floor, followed by her knees right after, slick cock sliding into her mouth immediately after. Adriana held his hips in her hands as he thrusted into her mouth, panting quietly at the feeling of her hot tongue running along the underside of his cock. His right hand laid flat against the mirror, other one gripping the back of her head. When his tip hit the back of her throat, he let go.

  Spurts of his orgasm were released into her mouth; grip tightening on her locks, and head tipping backwards in euphoria. Adriana's eyes fluttered shut as she welcomed his release, feeling the warm liquid fill her mouth up with a couple of spurts. She swallowed briefly as Harry tugged at his length one last time, leaving a drop of cum to emerge from the tip.

  Adriana went ahead and engulfed the tip with her mouth, licking it right off and cleaning him up. Harry's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, inhaling and exhaling heavily as his hand slid down from its position on the mirror. He noticed the marks on the mirror from his and her handprints to prints of Adriana's breasts as well because they were pressed up against the mirror at some point.

  Harry's gaze got distracted momentarily as Adriana tucked his soft length back into his boxers and zipped his pants up. She adjusted her bra and panties and then stood up. He parted his lips to speak as Adriana wrapped her arms lightly around his torso.

   "That dress," he said, gazing at the reflection of the dress in the mirror, which was hanging behind them. Adriana looked over his shoulder at the dress he was referring to. "That one is perfect."

   "The least booby of them all," Adriana chuckled lightly, eyeing the deep red dress that had a graceful yet sophisticated touch to it. "We're sorted I guess."

   "Yeah," Harry smiled lightly, arms coming around to hold Adriana to his body. He then parted his lips to speak, referring to the intimate actions that had just occurred a minute or so ago. "Anyways, that was nice."

   "It was," Adriana murmured in agreement, both of them sharing a smirk. "You've still got a couple of other sex-related things to tick off your bucket list don't you?"

   "I do," Harry spoke quietly. "Do wanna tick something off again?"

   "Maybe tonight or some time this week, in the pool," Adriana smirked a little, dark eyes glinting mischievously as Harry's cheeks flushed and lips tugged into a smile.

  Adriana noticed him gazing at her with a smile, which was odd to her even though it was a usual thing. But the meaning behind the smile was different and she detected that. Harry left the fitting room with the dress Adriana was going to buy, leaving Adriana to get dressed. After Harry had bought the dress for her and they met up outside of the store, the linked hands and headed to the parking lot.

   "You had this smile on your face before you left the fitting room to buy the dress," Adriana spoke up all of a sudden, causing Harry's gaze to snap towards her. "I know you were thinking of something, what was it?"

   "Well," Harry started to say, frowning before he remembered what exactly he was thinking of. "When you said we'll have sex sometime this week in the pool I was just thinking of how last month the idea of sex completely put you off, and no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't get aroused. It was all part of the withdrawal symptoms."

   "But you wanting to have sex, it-it just shows that you're getting better," he smiled lightly, causing Adriana to mirror his. "Even though there are days where you still struggle, just getting over this one withdrawal symptom is enough to give me, us, hope that you'll get better again."

   "Oh Harry," Adriana murmured with a smile, stopping momentarily to pull him into a hug. "You give me hope, mi sol."

   "But-" he began to say, ready to protest and say that it was all her doing, her getting better. She quickly muffled his words with a firm kiss.

   "Te amo," her eyes fluttered shut as she whispered against his lips, feeling him smile against hers and murmur back.

   "Te amo, mi princesa."

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   "So Adriana, Harry told us you lived in Texas for some time."

  Adriana lifted her gaze up from her soup to lock it with Harry's father, Desmond's, curious eyes. There was already a heavy crowd of tension hanging over their heads at the dining table. His mother had eyed Adriana's dress and the length of it and already decided that she was unimpressed.

  His father on the other hand was much more respectful and wanted to talk to get to know Adriana before making his judgments. Adriana had shook Desmond's hand, but Anne didn't make a move to do the same and instead gave her a tight-lipped smile that was faker than her Botox. Harry was constantly trying to reassure her that everything was going to be alright by doing tiny gestures, touching and squeezing her hand.

  A forced smile tugged at Adriana's lips as she shuffled lightly in her seat, trying to calm down before parting her lips to speak.

   "Yeah, I did," Adriana confirmed his words.

   "How long were you there for? Considering that you're in New York now," he continued to speak, as Adriana set her spoon down and kept her hands on her lap.

   "Well I moved there when I was about three, and moved out when I was 20; so for about 17 years," she told him, making him nod in understanding.

   "Interesting. What part?"

   "Houston," she replied, making Desmond's eyes widen.

   "We lived there for around two years or so," Desmond told her, making her smile and nod.

   "Yeah, Harry mentioned that to me," Adriana said. "We actually attended the same school when I was a senior and he was a junior."

   "Really? What a small world!" Desmond laughed much to Adriana's surprise.

  He seemed pleasant to her so far. He wanted to be optimistic about the woman whom Harry's life is revolving around currently, so he was trying his best. Harry's mother, Anne, on the other hand barely spoke to Adriana, and only kept casting glances of judgment at her because she was getting bad vibes from Adriana, like the girl wasn't good enough for her son.

   "So what did you do after you graduated? Did you have plans of further education?" Anne finally spoke up, holding her glass of blood-red wine in her hand, gazing at Adriana with dark eyes.

   "I did," Adriana answered shortly, much to Harry's surprise because she had never told him about going to university or anything like that. "I got a full scholarship at the Houston Ballet Academy."

  She didn't mention how she had to drop out because she got pregnant with Mateo. Harry was gazing at her from the side with a deep frown on his face, wondering why she hadn't told him about that part of her life, attending a ballet academy, and how she had to resources to do so. He was trying to connect the dots with the information he had about her, but he found himself getting very confused. He tried not to think much about it, but it just served as a reminder to him that Adriana still had many things kept hidden from him, when he's told her all about his life.

   "My, that's impressive," Desmond commented, smiling at her, gaze averting to Harry's for a second and glinting as if he was proud his son for his choice. "So is ballet dancing your profession now?"

   "Well...not exactly," Adriana said hesitantly, swallowing thickly and bracing herself before she spoke again. "I do... pole dancing."

   "So you're a stripper," Anne spoke up loudly, facial expression morphed into one of disgust. Desmond's bright eyes had the light sucked out of them when he heard Adriana's words, a look of disappointment and disapproval etching onto his face.

   "Yes, I don't see what's so wrong with that," Adriana responded calmly.

   "I didn't say that there was anything wrong with it," Anne mumbled in response, gaze averting to her glass of wine, shoulder shrugging.

   "Your tone was hinting at it," Adriana muttered under her breath, reaching out to grab her glass of wine to sip from it.

   "Are you sure you went to such a prestigious ballet academy-"

   "She said she did, Mum, it's not that hard to believe," Harry spoke up for Adriana, dark brows knitted together in a cross expression.

   "It is, considering that she's a stripper now," Anne scoffed at Harry's response, while Adriana felt her veins boil. "Why exactly are you a stripper?"

    "Because it provides me with the money I need and I enjoy it thoroughly. It empowers me," Adriana answered shortly, making Harry grimace because he knew his mother was not going to react to that well.

   "Oh, so you enjoy dancing, half-naked for men? It empowers you too, oh that's lovely," Anne spoke sarcastically, even laughing a little while Desmond sat at the head of the table with a hard expression on his face, clear disapproval flashing in his eyes.

   "Mum, please," Harry snapped in response, causing surprise to flood Anne's face. Harry had never snapped or spoken so agitatedly to his mother before. He was always so calm and collected, nice even when he was pissed.

   "Please what, Harry?" she demanded, gazing at her son with wide, questioning eyes. "Are you that naïve? She is clearly only with you for your money!"

   "So the basis for that accusation is my profession? Because I'm a stripper?" Adriana gaped loudly, unable to contain herself at this point.

   "That's why strippers are strippers, darling. They have nothing so they lower themselves in order to actually earn something," Anne spat in response, stating her words in an obvious tone.

   "You know there are actually some strippers who choose their jobs without it being their last resort," Adriana said with narrowed eyes, her hand caught in Harry's in a tight grip because they were both fuming.

   "But you're not one of them, are you?" Anne arched a brow at Adriana, making her swallow thickly and bite her tongue from snapping at her. Anne was right. "And those types of strippers, well, they're just whores aren't they? For wanting to pursue such a degrading job."

   "Mum!" Harry widened his eyes in shock.

   "Anne, I think that's enough-" Demons began to say, frowning at his wife's crass use of 'whore' but Anne wasn't having it.

   "Enough? Our son is dating a tramp!" Anne exclaimed loudly, causing Adriana's jaw to slacken in shock. Anne then addressed her next words to Harry. "You just seem to keep making the wrong choices now do you, darling? First Zayn, now her?"

  Adriana snapped her gaze to Harry, whom remained quiet now, hurt by his mother's words. Adriana wasn't going to have any of this now, and sat forward to speak up to defend herself and Harry.

   "Don't you dare belittle and shame him for the choices he makes. If he thinks the people he's with are the best for him and are ones who make him happy then you should be the first to trust and support him," Adriana defend Harry fiercely, feeling his gaze fall upon her, proud and in love.

   "He doesn't know what's good for him, being with Zayn told us that," Desmond spoke up surprisingly, after remaining silent for so long. "Same goes for this relationship. He's clearly chosen wrong once again."

   "Being with Zayn and your reaction to that relationship only confirmed your homophobic nature," Adriana spat angry. "Harry being with me is only confirming how bigoted you people really are."

   "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Desmond snapped quietly, glaring at her. "Get out. Now."

   "Dad, you can't just-"

   "Yes he can," Anne said sternly. "I don't want you bringing her back here ever again."

   "You won't find me coming back here again anyways," Adriana shot back viciously, standing up abruptly. "C'mon babe, I have to go home to Mateo."

   "Go home to who?" Desmond questioned suddenly at the mention of 'Mateo', causing both Harry and Adriana to freeze. Adriana internally screamed at herself for the mentioning of her son, but she knew that it was one of the things Harry and her agreed to tell his parents about.

   "Mateo, my son," Adriana said firmly, eyeing his parents challengingly. "Yeah I have a son. Do you have a problem with that too?"

   "Harry," Anne gaped in shock, looking at Harry in confusion as well.

   "He's not mine, he's from a previous relationship of Adriana's," Harry quickly explained, standing up as well. "We're leaving before you can say anything more judgmental about that too."

  Adriana for the first time noticed Harry's tone that was full of hurt and disappointment. His gaze passed hers for a second and she noticed his glistening eyes. He had tears in his eyes, he was so upset, disgusted and disappointed by his parents' behavior, their inhumanity and immaturity. His hand found Adriana's and he dragged her away from the mess that had been created. He so badly wanted his parents to accept the girl he's been so in love it for the past year. He never expected such a huge backlash.

   "Harry, babe," Adriana tried to reach out to him but he didn't say anything, only letting go of her hand to open the car door for her. Her hand touched his cheek as his gaze stayed averted to the gravelly ground they stood upon. "I'm so sorry that had to happen."

  Adriana wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, engulfing him in a warm and comforting hug. He returned it, slowly winding his arms around her torso and resting his chin on her shoulder. A long tear trickled down his cheek as he closed his eyes. He worked so hard on getting his parents to be optimistic about the dinner, and to be nice to Adriana, and they promised him. He couldn't see why they had to break it. He was hurt and frustrated because he was never going to be able to get his parents' approval on his love life.

   "Take me home, Adriana, please."

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∙ I wasn't really proud of this chapter, mostly the dinner with Harry's parents part like I feel like I could've done it better. But I really couldn't be that bothered because I just wanted it done so I can move on with the rest of the story because it's getting to the drama now.

∙ what did you guys think of the chapterrrrrr ?? The dinner? The smut?

Until we meet again...

thiora 💗