Redamancy | Harry Osborn

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   smut warning

    Don McLean was playing on the radio as the large silver steel gate opened in front of them. Harry's jet black 67' Impala drove through slowly on the gravel. His large right hand was on Angelica's thigh as his left steered the vehicle on the thin path.
      Osborn Mansion appeared slowly, tall windows and eerie bricks sending an awful feeling in Jolie's stomach.
       It was 8:40, and they were barely on time for the dinner that Mr. Osborn invited them to.
     Norman's fancy car wasn't parked in the lot, and Harry immediately took notice of its absence, "looks like Stormin' Norman is late today."
     "What do we do?"
     "Go in and make ourselves at home," Harry stated, but it was more of a question. He parked next to the Greek statue, away from Norman's reserved spot. They both got out and walked around the car to meet each other.
    "God, isn't this last year all over again? Me picking you up at ten at night, driving all over the city, getting milkshakes, then driving back here and smoking until the sun came up?" Harry sighed.
    "Say it louder, dear. I don't think the cops heard you the first time," Angelica squinted at him. He just laughed and pulled her closer to his side.
    Shivers ran up and down her bare arms, the nights were getting unbearably colder. She only had on a blue knit sweater, one she stole from Dylan's closet when she went over to feed Guppie after dropping Sammy off at the Pandolfi's. Her legs were covered by her light washed jeans that were too long for her. They were cuffed at the bottom, going well with her black high top converse.
    Harry, on the other hand, was looking as good as usual. His nice dark washed jeans complemented his white button up.
    Like every other day, he looked made of fine money; and Angelica looked like his poor assistant.
    He never seemed to notice this, and Angelica tried to avoid thinking about it; but everyone else seemed to take quick note of it wherever they went.
    He opened the door with his old key, slowly making the crack bigger and allowing the light to pour through the night's darkness.
    A wave of old smelling air filled their noses and blinded the rest of their senses.
    "Are you sure we should go in? Your dads not home, what if he gets upset?" Angelica worried.
    "He won't. We can just go up to my old room and chill there until he gets here," he offered. He turned around to face her and nudged her softly with his elbow, "stop worrying, scaredy cat."
    Angelica rolled her eyes at his childish comment, "I'm not."
    "This is all coming from the person who would climb to the second story balcony of my window at four o'clock in the morning some nights. Since when are you a 'play by the rules' kind of person?"
    "Since your father already doesn't like us together," Angelica stated shortly, throwing him off track and lowering his cheerful mood.
    "Hey," he put a finger under her chin and brought her eyes to look at him as the door closed behind them, "that's not true. And it shouldn't matter what he thinks of us; if he likes us or not."
    Angelica shrugged her shoulders and went to fix his collar that was sticking up. His hand met hers in the air and grabbed it tightly, spinning her around and dipping her, "oh my god."
    "Dance with me, gorgeous," he asked, although whatever her answer was wasn't going to matter. She was technically already dancing with him.
    "There's no music," Angelica argued.
    "Just pretend," he encouraged, picking her up and twirling her around.
    "You're weird," she narrowed her eyes at him.
    "Says the woman who studies by naming parts of the body after dinosaurs," Harry rebutted.
    "You passed that test because of me, Osborn. Don't pretend like my methods are crazy when my methods are the only thing that saved us our Senior year," Jolie scolded.
    "Yeah, yeah," Harry rolled his eyes playfully.
    He placed his hands on her waist and moved her back and forth, as if they were dancing along to classical music they play at fancy balls.
    "Look at you, Mr. Slow Dancer," Angelica teased.
    "My dad made me learn for prom," Harry remembered. "Worst night of my life, by the way."
    "Oh come on, you had so much fun with Eleanor Smith," Jolie pictured the blonde headed bimbo from high school.
    "Not true. At all," Harry pretended to gag. "I bet you had a better time than me."
    "I didn't even have a date," Jolie argued. "I sat with Mary Jane the whole time. Who then ditched me for Flash Thompson."
    "Who then ditched her for Gwen Stacy," Harry recalled. "Karma's a pain in the ass."
    "Eleanor was practically in love with you, you should've enjoyed that attention," Angelica reminded.
    "I had eyes for someone else," he smirked, obviously talking about her.
    "You never asked me," Angelica reminded.
    "I figured you would've said no," Harry shrugged.
    "You never know what something could be unless you try," Angelica echoed May's words.
    "I should've asked you," Harry nodded.
    "I would've said yes," Angelica added.
    Harry sighed and twirled her around one last time, pulling her in for a kiss when she landed facing him, "let's go upstairs. It feels weird in here."
    "Lead the way," Angelica agreed, watching him jog up the long flight of stairs. At the very top was a long hallway that twisted and turned as you moved farther down it.
    He led her into a room on the left side that was once his, opening the door and spreading his arms widely, "nostalgia."
      The most noticeable things were the posters of movies, plays and bands hanging up on every wall and his painted black bookshelf with probably more than a hundred books near the doors of the balcony-window-thingy.
      "It hasn't been that long since you lived in here," Angelica reminded, following close behind him. She branched off, playing with the things on his dark oak dresser. There were pictures and Polaroids strung up on brown twine. This felt like last year all over again. He was right, nostalgia.
      He groaned as he threw himself on the bed, then taking his cellphone out of his pocket and checking his messages, he read one aloud, "hello, son. I'm going to be a little late, maybe an hour or so behind schedule. I apologize."
        "Should we... leave? I don't want us to intrude," Angelica worried again.
         "No, please, Jolie. This isn't the White House. It's not just his place, either; I used to live here, too," Harry assured. "Come on, we've had thousands of sleepovers here, millions of hangouts. No harm done."
          "Bernard's here, too," Angelica reminded, thinking of the old and wrinkly butler.
          He sat up, "it's almost nine, he goes home at seven-thirty. He's long gone."
          She walked over to him, and he grabbed her hands, "so what should we do for the time being?"
          He pulled her closer so that she was standing in between his legs, "anything you want."
          Harry's eyes began to wander her body, and then joined in was his hands. She smirked and put a finger under his chin, lifting his head so that he was looking at her again, "my eyes are up here, honey."
          Their faces were inches apart, "have I ever told you that you're beautiful?"
          She could feel his breath on her chin, "all of the time, my love."
          "Good," he mumbled, tilting his head up and bringing his lips to the skin directly underneath her lips and kissing it slightly. Angelica moved her head so that his lips would attach to hers instead of her chin, and they shared a short kiss.
           He clearly wasn't amused at the short amount of connection he got, so he pulled her onto the bed next to him. It was big, a king size, with a dark red sheet covering the comfortable mattress. A fluffy black blanket was spread beneath them. Their entire bodies were on it, their heads on the satin pillows.
           Harry climbed on top of her, connecting his lips to hers quickly. He could taste the cherry chapstick on her plump lips, as well as the flavorful coffee she had just drank.
           Jolie swiped her tongue on his lip, almost instinctively. She didn't know where it came from, and she had never done something like this before. Her body took over, and with that her mind shut down.
          His lips tasted like tea and heaven. They were soft and plump, and they fit with hers perfectly.
           Harry granted access to Angelica's request quickly. He parted his lips far enough so that her tongue could slip through.
           The thought of this, sharing saliva and exploring each other's mouths, should've disgusted them. But it didn't. This was four years of unshared feelings that they've been waiting to express.
           Harry's tongue found its way into exploring Angelica's mouth. When it did, his hands began roaming her body, just as his eyes did a minute ago.
           His hands found the waistline of her pants, and more importantly, the first inch of skin that he was able to touch. They slid up her shirt and to the very rim of the smooth silk bra she had on. A single finger, his index, squeezed between the fabric and her skin. The very tip of it could feel her breast, but it slid across her body, until his hand was on her back. He played with the rose lace sewed onto the straps, and he parted from her lips for a second, "is this okay?"
          "Mhm," she managed to breathe.
          His cold fingers made their way back to the bottom of the bra, where he single-handedly undid the three rings that held everything together.
           Their lips and tongues were still moving together, and Angelica felt a wave of refreshment when the bra unclasped.
           Harry's large hands moved back to her frontside, and cupped around her breasts. He kneaded and massaged them, provoking a soft moan out of Angelica's mouth.
           He smirked against her lips, and she felt him pull her bottom lip in between his perfectly straight teeth.
           They moved in sync for another minute, before Harry traveled down to her jaw again. Angelica's fingers ran through his hair as he nibbled and kissed her skin.
           He moved farther down and reached the spot right below her jawline. Something seemed to spark inside of her suddenly, because she sucked in a breath and gripped onto his hair slightly. She felt another one of his smirks against her skin- there it was; Angelica Oldbrooke's sweet spot was right beneath her jawline on her left side.
        He sucked harder on the spot, nibbling and tonguing the skin with more meaning. He was determined to leave a mark- something for her to remember how good she felt, and how desperate she was for him.
         For a moment, the thought of Norman walking through the door slipped through her mind, and she wanted to go into panic mode. But cold fingers trailing down her stomach and stopping at the waistband of her jeans pulled her back into the moment. He undid the brass button and zipped her fly down, then slowly trailed his fingers back up.
          Harry's middle finger slipped through the elastic, but before he went on, he looked up at her, "are you okay with this?"
          She nodded, but he grabbed her jaw with his left hand, his free one, and forced her to look at him, "I need you to use your words, darling."
         "Yea- yes," she whispered, "yes, please."
         "Atta girl," he moved his left hand back underneath her shirt, and as he was moving closer to her lips, he glanced at the spot of skin beneath her jawline. It was a deep purple, almost in the shape of a small heart.
           All five of his fingers slipped underneath the elastic of her black panties, and his lips reconnected with hers. His finger trailed down all the way until it reached the entrance of her vagina. His middle finger gathered her slickness and spread it around her opening- she was so fucking wet.
           Angelica's mouth stopped moving with his, her lips stayed apart and her eyes closed. He took his opportunity to move down to her neck again, this time to the middle of her throat. He gave her love-bites and hickeys that scattered along her skin, unbothered by future events where this might get them into some trouble.
          Harry's middle finger moved deeper into her heat, getting engulfed by her walls. He pumped that single finger a few times slowly, getting her used to the movement, before adding his ring finger.
         Jolie let out a shaky breath and bucked her hips. Her fingers were running up and down his upper torso, begging to explore more.
         Harry's left hand tugged on her thin blue shirt, requesting for it to be thrown away somewheres. Angelica obeyed, pulling it off and doing exactly as he wanted.
          His fingers were still slowly moving in and out of her. He curled them, making Angelica arch her back upwards and moan his name.
          Next was her bra. It was a silk green laced with roses and hearts. It was already unclasped, but her arms were still fed through the straps, and Harry's view was blocked.
          Angelica was already on it, as she quickly slipped off the undergarment and threw it on the floor next to her shirt.
          Harry groaned at the sight of her chest open in front of him. His head dipped down and kissed the side of her left boob, and he dragged his tongue to the other side.
           "Harry-" she cut herself off with a moan, "faster- please."
            He listened and began to pump his fingers faster inside of her. His lips were moving fast on the skin of her boob, and he was on another mission of leaving marks.
            A moan came from the base of Angelica's throat and she started to trail her left hand down into her pants.
            "Nope," Harry denied sharply, making her stop immediately. He grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head, "all you had to do was ask, love."
           A new wave of pleasure came over her when she felt his thumb join in with his middle and ring finger. It rubbed circles on her wet clit, making Angelica squeeze her thighs together.
          A louder and bolder moan came from her mouth, and her back arched more. A knot started to form in her stomach, and heat started to rise in her chest.
         Harry's mouth moved from her left breast to her right one, giving it the same attention.
         It was almost too much- the pleasure and attention everything was getting. She needed to move, she needed to do something.
          With her left hand pinned up, and her legs a numb mess, it only left her right hand that was still running through Harry's hair. She moved it to the first button of Harry's button up and skillfully opened it. She did this five more times; and Harry's torso was completely exposed now.
         Her palms ran up and down his chest, and her fingers traced the indents of his abs.
         Harry's fingers curled inside of her again, and she threw her head back and grinded her hips against his hand.
         He moved his fingers in a different way than before, and it sent tingles everywhere in Angelica's body. She felt the heat that was rising in her chest spread to her stomach. His name rolled off of her tongue again.
          "Come on, Angelica," Harry whispered, "let me hear you."
           Those words seemed to send her over the edge. Her body jerked upwards and moans of his name rolled off of her tongue just as he wished. She felt warm liquid spill from inside of her, and Harry's fingers were still pumping in and out of her, riding her out of her high.
           He could feel her orgasm spill onto his fingers and drip into her newly dampened underwear.
           A breath was stuck in her throat, and when Harry pulled his fingers out, she let it out loudly. She opened her eyes slowly, and her gaze caught Harry's hand. Thick, white liquid was sliding into his palm, and two of his fingers, his ring and middle, were covered in it as well. Her eyes stuck to it as it was lifted up into the air and near his mouth. The liquid started to drip, and he quickly put his tongue on it, lapping up what was bound to spill onto the bed sheets. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time- but it didn't matter what she tasted like. This was Angelica- his Angelica- and he wanted her on his tongue.
          His eyes met the girl's darkened blue ones, and he slowly put his two middle fingers into his mouth. He sucked until there was no more trace of Angelica's orgasm on his hands.
          Jolie's legs were shaking. Her lips were parted, and her chest was heaving up and down. Her eyes were still locked with his as he was slowly dipping his head down in between her legs.
         She stopped him by grabbing his jaw and pulling him up towards her. She kissed his lips roughly, finally sick and tired of games. There were traces of her on his lips, and it felt like a guilty pleasure to enjoy every bit of it. She sat up, and he grabbed onto her hips again, pulling her to the edge of the bed.
       Before he could do anything else, she flipped them. She was on his lap, and his feet were planted on the floor.
       There was about an inch of height difference between them in this position, because of Angelica's legs still holding her up on either side of Harry; she had to look down on him slightly.
        Her hands were on his neck, but traveled down to his shoulders, then his pecks, then his abs, all the way until she reached the cold metal of his belt buckle.
        She started to unlatch it until she stopped suddenly, "can I?"
        "Oh, god, yes," he groaned, his jaw clenching tightly as he waited for her to do something- anything.
        She attached her lips onto his again and successfully unbuckled his belt. It was sitting loosely through the loops, now, and she was onto the next thing: the button.
         Harry's hands were traveling up and down her torso again, they found their way back to her breasts, kneading and cupping them.
          The button released, finally, and Angelica quickly pulled down his fly. She separated their lips and looked down.
          A large bulge in his boxers was visible, and Angelica wasted no time to place her right hand on it.
         She palmed his erection and wrapped her fingers around what she was able to, but he was still clothed.
         Harry threw his head back and moaned deeply, running his hands through Angelica's hair. His moan sounded heaven-like to Angelica. Like it was something she could get so used to- something so addicting to hear. She would give anything- anything- to hear him again.
         Jolie got up from his lap and placed herself on her knees in front of him, pulling back her loose hair. Harry grabbed the bunch from her and held it tightly in his fist.
         She looped her finger around the waistband of his boxers and began to slowly pull them down, trying her best to tease him for the moment. Her eyes were looking up at Harry's as she drug the blue and white boxers farther. His lips were parted as he watched her. He was so desperate for her lips on him, he was getting off on just the anticipation.
        The boxers were almost completely off of his erection, and Angelica was moments away from seeing things unfold before her eyes.
         A loud and startling crash came from downstairs, and they both looked up at the door.
         "Fuck- it's my dad."

{February 7th, 2022. 11:22 p.m. 3466 words.}
Woah inappropriate.
This is the first smut I've ever written, and I apologize sincerely if it sucks ass.
Let me know if you liked it, and/or if you want to read more. I'd love your input.
ALSO, TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY?? MADNESS
AND THEY WERE KIND OF LONG? Wow, someone check my temperature.
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