Naughty & Nice || Niall & Harry AU

She is sleeping with both of them so she can be both halves of who she really is – Naughty & Nice. “Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me that you don’t want this,” Harry breathed against her lips. She inhaled sharply, but couldn’t find her voice. Her eyes stared relentlessly into his. She should have been pushing him away. She should have known better. Niall’s face should have been in her mind in that moment, but it wasn’t. It was just Harry. She couldn’t see passed the man standing in front of her, coaxing her to let her guard down – to let her naughty side come out and play.


3. Three.

Over the next couple of days, Harry had a different girl over screaming his name each night, as Niall and Savannah holed up in his room trying not to notice it. It surprised her that he got girl after girl to come home with him. But then again it didn’t surprise her at all. Harry’s looks alone could get him woman. Add his charm to that and it was an instant recipe for any female to fixate herself on him. He also had the fact that he was a famous musician who spent his adolescence playing the squeaky clean popstar. It was enough to attract woman over and over.

After the third night of putting up with his pornography-style noises, Savannah went to bed thoroughly disgusted and annoyed. She couldn’t wait to get back to her own apartment at the end of the week.

“Can’t you like, make a rule that he can’t bring women here?” Savannah asked Niall as they lay in bed, trying to fall asleep. But the noises of the guest bed hitting the wall over and over were enough to derail that.

“Harry wouldn’t abide by that,” Niall chuckled.

“But you could kick him out,” she pointed out.

“No, I couldn’t,” Niall shook his head.

“Why not?” She asked. It was Niall’s house after all.

“He’s my mate and step-brother. He’s family,” Niall shrugged.

“Ugh,” she groaned, knowing full well that no amount of her pleading with him to kick his disgusting brother out would get him to actually do it. Family meant a lot to Niall.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be back in your apartment in no time – as much as I don’t want you to leave,” Niall said, wrapping his arms around her body.

“Mmm,” she said, snuggling up with him.

“I love having you here with me every night, baby,” Niall told her.

“I love being here with you,” she said, smiling contently, feeling the love radiate off of him.

“I think they’re done,” Niall said, referring to Harry and his conquest.

Savannah cocked her head and found that no noises were coming from the guest bedroom and she felt entirely relieved for the first time since they’d started.

“Now hopefully we can get some sleep,” she said quietly, snuggling up to Niall.

“For sure,” Niall chuckled and nuzzled his face in the nape of her neck.

“I love you, Niall,” she said through a yawn.

“I love you, Savannah,” he breathed sweetly.

The next morning Savannah woke up from a very erotic and pleasing dream. A dream where she actually had an orgasm in real-life from the imagery that played throughout it. Lying in bed reeling from the last bits of pleasure racing through her body, she realized it wasn’t Niall in her dream pleasuring me – it was Harry.

“Oh my god!” She yelped in disgust, sitting upright in bed. Scene after scene of Harry wriggling above her, pumping in and out of her was infesting her brain.

“Oh, god!” She yelped, trying to shake the imaginary memories away. 

She felt dirty – incredibly dirty. She literally got up and ran to the shower because she felt so dirty. But nothing could cleanse her from that.

“Oh my god, seriously,” she shuttered as she scrubbed her skin nearly raw.

When she was finishing up in the shower she heard pounding on the bathroom door. She scoffed, knowing it was him. Niall was at the studio, she knew that for sure.

“Sweet cheeks!” She heard Harry yell through the door. Oh, God.

Why did she decide to keep her shower thing in the guest bathroom? Why didn’t she bring them to Niall’s bathroom when she realized Harry was staying there too?

“What?” She choked out.

“I’ve got to take a piss!” He yelled.

“You can wait!” She yelled back.

“No, I can’t! I’m coming in,” she heard him say. She was about to tell him to go to Niall’s bathroom when he opened the door and let himself in.

“No!” She yelled, but it was too late. He was already on his way to the toilet when she peeked her head out the glass door of the shower.

Thank God the glass on the shower door was blurred out all the way up to shoulder height. She did not want him seeing her. As she peeked at Harry through the clear part of the glass, he turned to look over at her. Their eyes met for a split second before she quickly turned away. 

“Hoping for a little peep show, sweet cheeks?” He chuckled menacingly as her.

“Gross,” she mumbled. He laughed as he flushed the toilet.

“Jesus Christ, Harry!” She yelped as the shower water turn scalding from his flush.

“Sorry, love,” he said, stepping up in front of the sink, running his hands through his tousled curls.

She scoffed again and turned her back to him, just in case he decided to peep over into the shower. She stood frozen, waiting for the shower to cool down a bit. She just wanted Harry to take care of his business and leave the bathroom. She felt weird enough as it was after having that dream, they didn’t need to add to it.

After a few moments, Savannah realized she never heard him leave the bathroom and wondered if her mind was so loud inside her head that she just missed it. Craning her neck to see, she noticed the smug bastard sitting on the bathroom counter top watching her silhouette in the shower.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She gasped, appalled by him.

“Your body is bangin’, sweet cheeks,” Harry exclaimed, with an arrogant grin on his face.

“Screw you, deviant!” She snapped, snaking her arm out of the shower door to grab her towel.

“Get out of here,” she threw at him as she shut the shower off and covered herself up.

“Not a chance,” he chuckled.

“Oh my god,” she grumbled under her breath. 

Harry was smiling smugly as she stepped out of the shower, his eyes focused on her. He was only wearing a pair or black boxer briefs and she could see a noticeable bulge in them. She couldn’t tell if it was due to having an erection, or if it was just his natural girth. Either way, she knew she needed to stop gawking at his manhood. She forced her eyes away as she tucked the towel tightly around her body, trying to ring out the water in her hair with another towel. 

“Do like what you see?” Harry asked confidently. Savannah rolled her eyes at him with a glare. He was licking his lips again as he watched her.

“I’m not going to fuck you, so you can just stop eyeing me like you’ll ever have a chance at seeing me naked,” she shot at him. He let out a hearty, amused laugh.

“If I wanted you to fuck me, you would,” he said as arrogantly as possible. She let out a boisterous laugh. He had a lot of fucking nerve.

“You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you, Styles?” She asked him and he nodded smugly. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“I get all I need from Niall,” she assured him with her own smugness. 

Harry jumped down off the counter top swiftly and was suddenly standing incredibly close to her. She took in a ragged breath as she hugged the towel to her body, feeling extremely nervous. She found herself silently wondering if her dream started out the same way. Fucking hell, he was trouble

“I could fuck you right here, right now and satisfy you a hundred times better than Niall ever could,” Harry boasted, his eyes so serious as he looked down into her. She couldn’t believe he’d just said something like that to her.

“You better not touch me,” she snapped, her voice wavering, but she wasn’t scared of him in the slightest. She was actually intrigued that someone could spew out that much self-confidence.

“Or what?” Harry questioned – his voice deep and sexy as he moved closer to her. 

Her breath caught in her throat as his body pinned her against the bathroom wall. His hands found the wall and locked her in place. She still wasn’t scared – she was excited. It was exhilarating to be pushed like that. Harry’s left hand snaked down from the wall as his right one found the back of her neck. He crashed his lips to hers seconds before she felt his left hand between her legs, touching her most private of parts. She choked back a gasp, frozen in place.

What the fuck was happening? 

It took her a moment to process, but her brain finally synced back up with her motor skills. Her hands flew up to his chest and pushed him as hard as she could away from her. She had to grab the towel before it fell, but she had it clutched tightly against her by the time Harry’s vision met hers again. 

“Get the fuck off me!” She screamed. His smug smile found its way back to his lips and he chuckled playfully.

“Bastard!” She yelped before she fled the bathroom. She ran to Niall’s room and slammed the door. She froze in place, her back to the door.

What the fuck just happened?

She should have felt violated, but she couldn’t help but feel tingles all over her body from him. She’d never been man-handled like that before and it was exciting. Adventurous – the term Harry used to describe sex earlier that week. Why was she feeling that way? And why did the thought and feel of Harry’s hands and mouth on her stimulate her the way it did?

Savannah didn’t tell Niall about her morning run-in with Harry. It was pure sexual harassment that she endured, yet she still couldn’t get her mind off it. She was disgusted with herself for liking it so much. 

That night Harry had another female over moaning wildly as he gave it to her. And instead of wanting to throw-up, Savannah couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if it were her in there instead of the no-named bimbo. 

She initiated sex that night with Niall. She was feeling frisky and wanted to have fun and adventurous sex.

“I missed you today,” she said, kissing Niall’s neck.

“I missed you too,” Niall said as he watched on ESPN on the TV in his bedroom.

“How much did you miss me?” She asked seductively. Harry shouldn’t be the only one always getting some in this household.

“A whole bunch,” Niall said with his eyes still glued to the TV.

She leaned across him and grabbed for the remote, pushing the power button. Niall’s eyes met with hers quickly.

“I was watching that,” he said obliviously.

“And I’m trying to throw myself at you,” she giggled, straddling her body over his.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, smirking as his hands found the tops of her thighs.

“Mm-hmm,” she said, pulling her tank top over her head, leaving her chest bare.

Mm,” Niall moaned as he reached up to fondle her bare breasts.

“That’s more like it. Sports can wait,” she said, leaning down to kiss his lips.

“Sure,” he said, smiling against her lips.

Savannah kissed down Niall’s chest slowly as her fingers found the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down and off his body. She came back up and wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to pump it slowly.

Ohhhh,” Niall breathed, closing his eyes to feel the pleasure.

She leaned down and closed her mouth around it, dipping down on it in a few fast successions as he moaned. It was just enough to really get him going. She pulled up, removing her own underwear and straddled herself over the top of him, dipping down onto him. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as she enveloped around him.

Savannah looked down at him as she began a slow rhythm on top of him. Niall gripped onto her hips as his eyes met with hers. There were no words spoken as she moved atop him – their eyes locked on one another. The faster she moved the louder her moans became. She wasn’t looking for the deep meaningful sex that Niall was notorious for. She wanted it wild and fun and adventurous.

“What has gotten into you?” Niall smirked up at her as she rode him.

“Nothing. I just really missed you today,” she breathed out heavily.

“I missed you too, baby,” he told her as his hand snaked up to grab her breast.

The sex was fast and so fucking good. It was a rare circumstance to have her on top. It was usually Niall leading above her. But she realized how much more she liked being on top. After they both came, Savannah collapsed down on top of him trying to catch her breath.

“That was different,” Niall chuckled.

“Did you like it?” She asked, pulling up to look him in the eye.

“I did,” he said, smiling satisfyingly at her.

“Good,” she said, kissing his chest as she snuggled up to him.

The next morning, Niall was gone again. He was literally spending all his free time at the studio. And Savannah couldn’t blame him. Music was his passion she was incredibly happy for him to be doing what he loved every day.

When she walked into the kitchen to get breakfast, Harry was sitting at the island counter drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

“Good morning, sweet cheeks,” he greeted her without even taking his eyes off the paper. Savannah grunted at him, not caring if it offended him. He annoyed her to no end, so she couldn’t care less if she did the same back.

“You were quite the vixen last night,” he stated. Her head snapped in his direction and caught the devious smile playing across his lips.

“What? Do you sit outside our door and listen to us having sex?” She spat at him.

“I didn’t have to last night. Your moans and grunts were echoing through the entire flat. It made for quite the visual,” he chuckled. Savannah scoffed and shook her head at his disgusting words.

“Plus, I could still feel your warmth on my hand,” he said, bringing his left hand up to his cheek in a loving fashion.

“Uhh, you’re vile,” she snapped, glaring at him.

“Am I?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow at her.

She turned away from him to pour herself a cup of hot water from the kettle so she could make her own tea, completely ignoring his words. Within seconds he was standing behind her. 

“You must not have told Niall. I was expecting him to burst into my room and defend your honor,” Harry breathed against her neck.

Savannah quickly turned around toward him, trying to move her body away from him, but he had her pinned against the counter.

“Harry…” She breathed, her voice wavering. She caught the glimmer in his eye at that fact.

“It must not have been too traumatizing,” he said, his eyes dancing over her cleavage.

Her breathing hitched and she could tell he noticed, because his eyes met hers a second later.

“Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me that you don’t want this,” Harry breathed against her lips.

She inhaled sharply, but couldn’t find her voice. Her eyes stared relentlessly into his. She should have been pushing him away. She should have known better. Niall’s face should have been in her mind in that moment, but it wasn’t. It was just Harry. She couldn’t see passed the man standing in front of her, coaxing her to let her guard down – to let her naughty side come out and play

His right hand found the back of her neck and his left hand pulled on her hip before his lips were smashed against hers again. This time her lips reciprocated, moving against his in a silky, fluid motion. His tongue darted into her mouth without warning and she was more than accommodating. His hands were pulling her as close as they could to his body with great force and it felt remarkable to be dominated like that. 

Before she could talk herself out of it, her arms were wrapping around his neck as both his hands fell to her backside, pulling her up in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her in his arms. She could feel the hardness growing in his pants as her body pressed against his. It was like their mouths were fighting for dominance, even though she knew, in the end, he would win. She wanted him to win.

Harry walked her across the room and set her down on the center island as their mouths detached momentarily from one another. He ripped the tank top off of her body, leaving her bare chest gapping at him. His mouth found hers again as his hands groped at her breasts. He trailed kissed down her neck and clamped his mouth around her right nipple. He swirled his tongue around it and sucked and nipped before doing the same to its partner. Her head fell back as she moaned quietly. 

“Louder,” he demanded. When she didn’t comply, he lightly bit down on her nipple to get her to react. She moaned loudly and he smiled deviously at her reaction. Her fingers wound tightly into his messy curly hair as he continued toying with her hardened nipples. 

“Lay back,” he commanded and she complied immediately.

His hands reached out to fondle her breast before they moved down to the waist band of her pajama pants, which just so happened to be a pair of Niall’s. Harry ripped them down in one fluid motion, taking her panties off with them. His palm grazed over her womanhood as she looked down her naked body to see him gawking at her form. Lust filled his eyes and it turned her on so entirely that it almost scared her. But she was too engulfed in him to ask any questions or to see reason.

Harry pushed open her legs and quickly bent down, putting his mouth on her. He moaned against her warmth as he found her clit and began suckling at it. 

Ohh!” She gasped. It was a very rare occasion for Niall to go down on her. She’d never had someone between her legs that took charge like Harry did.

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you,” he coaxed her with his voice and mouth. As he teased and sucked at the delicate nub, her body jerked and writhed with pleasure, her fingers gripped into his hair.

“Oh, god,” she moaned.

“Louder,” he demanded.

“Fuck, Harry!” She moaned louder.

“That’s right,” he cooed. 

He teased and sucked rapidly, making her whole body shake. She felt like her whole lower half was on fire.

“Fuck, fuck. Now. Ohhhh!” She screamed as she came for him. 

He then stood in front of her pulling his own pants down before swiftly plunged himself into her wet depths without a word. 

OHH!” She gasped as he filled her up.

“You like that?” He grunted as he began to pump in and out of her using her hips as leverage.

“Yes,” she said as her fingers gripped the side of the island counter.

“Louder,” he dictated.

“YES!” She bellowed.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good,” he moaned as he threw his head back, still pumping in and out of her.

“Faster,” she told him. He obliged instantaneously pushing harder and faster, giving her exactly what she wanted and needed.

“Ohhh, god,” she moaned loudly.

“Let me hear you,” he grunted.

“Ohh, GOD!” She moaned as her hands moved up to grasp her own breasts in her hands.

“Oh, I like that,” he said, smirking as her eyes finally made contact with his jade orbs. He was incredibly gorgeous and she couldn’t appreciate it fully until that moment – until he was fucking her.

“Faster,” she commanded once again. His hands gripped onto her thighs tightly as he began slamming into her as fast and as hard as he could.

“Oh, god damn it! Oh, right there!” She squealed as he began hitting her spot right on. It was so right on that she thought she might pass out from the pleasure emanating throughout her body. His grunts were coming out loud and deep – almost barbaric.

“Oh, Jesus. That feels so fucking good,” she screamed. Within seconds she was spilling herself for him again. Her body quivered combatively underneath him.

Ohhh,” he moaned as he came inside of her forcefully.

His body half collapsed on top of hers as the two of them recovered from the mind-blowing fucking they just experienced. Their breathing was ragged and hard to come by and their bodies were wrapped in a thin sheathing of perspiration from the sexual workout. 

Once he caught his breath, he stood up, grabbing his pants from the floor and pulled them up his body. 

“Thanks for that,” he said as she sat up on her elbows looking at him, feeling stunned.

That was it? He just fucked her senseless and he was just going to say something as unaffected as ‘thanks for that’? 

Harry walked back over to his tea and took a sip.

“Blah. Cold,” he said before he moved toward the sink and dumped it out. Savannah was in completely awe over his absolute apathy. Really that was it?

She quickly hopped down from the counter and gathered her clothes from the floor. Without another look at him, she went up to the bathroom and showered him off of her. 

What the hell did she just do?

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