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Our Place*
Summary: An extra for 404*
The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.
Word Count: 1.7k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word
Harryâs apartment is nicer than you expected.Â
The furniture is cozy, the dĂ©cor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table.Â
It surprised you, even though it shouldnât. Harry doesnât seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.
You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. Heâd wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didnât want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with.Â
Heâs oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feelsâŠhopeful.
âShit, Tink,â he groans into your ear when he feels how wet youâve become. âSâthis just because you rode my bike?â
You gently swat the back of his head. âStop it.â
âWhat?â He noses under your jaw. âFelt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldnât notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?â
You wince. You didnât even realize youâd been doing it. âI was not, I was justâŠthe adrenaline was a lotââ
âUh-huh.â He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. âSâfine, baby. You know I donât mind.â
âWellâŠI wasnâtââ
âSure. Can I fuck you now?â
You huff. âThatâs why Iâm here.â
He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and itâs then that you realize heâs right. Youâre soaked, all the way through your panties.
But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out.Â
âI thinkâŠâ he murmurs as he lines himself up, ââŠitâs high time I got you pregnant.â
Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in. Â
Youâve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you arenât exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.
But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises.Â
âThink I wonât do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. Sâwhat it was made for, wasnât it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so prettyâŠget your tits leaking. Youâll let me have a taste, wonât you, Princess?â
You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though youâve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.
His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them offâtheyâre mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.
So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.
He smirks. âYou all right there, Tink?â
You nod weakly. âYesâŠyeah. Mâfine.â
âThinking about what I said?â He kisses down your chest. âThinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"
Our. A word you didnât think belonged to you. Because Harry doesnât belong to you. And you donât belong to him. Youâre two separate people. Even when you fuck, heâs in his world and youâre in yours. You werenât meant to be an âour.â
You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.
The fucking gets harder. Faster. Heâs chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know heâs trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldnât.
Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.
In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear.Â
But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.
Your heart stops.
In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.
It all stops. And you whisper, âRed.â
He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks through labored inhales. âWhatâŠwhat happened, what do you want me to do?â
But you donât look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.
Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.
He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. âTinkâŠâ
You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight.Â
âTink,â he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. âTinkerbellâ"
âSheâs beautiful,â you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. âOh, my god, Harry, sheâsâŠsheâs so beautiful.â
Heâs quiet for only a moment. âYeah. She was,â he agrees gently.
You canât take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans.Â
You shouldnât be here. You shouldnât be here. In his bedâtheir bedâfucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.
And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?
âPrincess,â he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. âTalk to me, what do you want me to do?â
Your lashes flutter. âWhat?â
âYou said red,â he reminds you. âWhich means we stop. But I need to know if youâre in pain or if I can pull out?â
It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. âIâŠwait, shit, IâŠI want you to finish, I justâŠI saw her photo, andââ
âI know,â he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. âYeah, I know. Iâve been there. But red means stop. And weâre gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.â
You whimper. âHarry, waitââ
âIâm gonna pull out,â he says, ignoring your plea. âAnd then weâre gonna talkââ
âHarryâŠHarry come on, you canâtââ
But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming.Â
But once heâs out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. âOkay,â he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. âWhatâs going on up there?âÂ
He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. âNothing, I justâŠIâŠâ
âYouâve never seen her before.â
You shake your head. âI donât think so.â
âAnd you werenât expecting to see her now,â he says for you. âEspecially when we were fucking.â
You sniffle. âIt felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And thenâŠand then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff aboutâŠabout babiesâŠand us, andâŠandââ
âOkay, breathe,â he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. âBreathe, Tink. Slow.â
Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesnât feel so dizzy.
Pleased, he says, âI know youâre not her, Tink. I donât want you to be.â
Your expression softens.
âI brought you here because youâre the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,â he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like heâs given this far more thought than you anticipated. âAfter she died, I left it the same. I didnât touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesnât work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.â
The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy.Â
âI didnât invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,â he tells you. âI wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here feltâŠwrong.â
You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles.Â
âAnd then you,â he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection youâd never expect from him. âAnd yeah, youâre annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.â
You nearly sob.Â
âI want you here,â he says. âI want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.â
You laugh through the tears.
âLook, I donât believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,â he admits. âBut sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I havenât had anyone in here in a while. ButâŠyouâre not her, Tink. Youâre you. And thatâs exactly who I want you to be.â
You canât stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesnât fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.
âI hate you, too,â you finally whisper.
He smiles.
âHarry?â
âMm?â
ââŠcan we please finish now?â
He leans back to see you. âAre you sure?â
âVery.â You kiss him. âAfter all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I canât leave until you do, Daddy."
The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.
And itâs everything youâve ever wanted.
âAs you wish.â
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Our Place*
Summary: An extra for 404*
The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.
Word Count: 1.7k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word
Harryâs apartment is nicer than you expected.Â
The furniture is cozy, the dĂ©cor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table.Â
It surprised you, even though it shouldnât. Harry doesnât seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.
You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. Heâd wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didnât want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with.Â
Heâs oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feelsâŠhopeful.
âShit, Tink,â he groans into your ear when he feels how wet youâve become. âSâthis just because you rode my bike?â
You gently swat the back of his head. âStop it.â
âWhat?â He noses under your jaw. âFelt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldnât notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?â
You wince. You didnât even realize youâd been doing it. âI was not, I was justâŠthe adrenaline was a lotââ
âUh-huh.â He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. âSâfine, baby. You know I donât mind.â
âWellâŠI wasnâtââ
âSure. Can I fuck you now?â
You huff. âThatâs why Iâm here.â
He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and itâs then that you realize heâs right. Youâre soaked, all the way through your panties.
But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out.Â
âI thinkâŠâ he murmurs as he lines himself up, ââŠitâs high time I got you pregnant.â
Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in. Â
Youâve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you arenât exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.
But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises.Â
âThink I wonât do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. Sâwhat it was made for, wasnât it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so prettyâŠget your tits leaking. Youâll let me have a taste, wonât you, Princess?â
You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though youâve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.
His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them offâtheyâre mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.
So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.
He smirks. âYou all right there, Tink?â
You nod weakly. âYesâŠyeah. Mâfine.â
âThinking about what I said?â He kisses down your chest. âThinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"
Our. A word you didnât think belonged to you. Because Harry doesnât belong to you. And you donât belong to him. Youâre two separate people. Even when you fuck, heâs in his world and youâre in yours. You werenât meant to be an âour.â
You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.
The fucking gets harder. Faster. Heâs chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know heâs trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldnât.
Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.
In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear.Â
But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.
Your heart stops.
In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.
It all stops. And you whisper, âRed.â
He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks through labored inhales. âWhatâŠwhat happened, what do you want me to do?â
But you donât look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.
Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.
He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. âTinkâŠâ
You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight.Â
âTink,â he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. âTinkerbellâ"
âSheâs beautiful,â you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. âOh, my god, Harry, sheâsâŠsheâs so beautiful.â
Heâs quiet for only a moment. âYeah. She was,â he agrees gently.
You canât take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans.Â
You shouldnât be here. You shouldnât be here. In his bedâtheir bedâfucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.
And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?
âPrincess,â he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. âTalk to me, what do you want me to do?â
Your lashes flutter. âWhat?â
âYou said red,â he reminds you. âWhich means we stop. But I need to know if youâre in pain or if I can pull out?â
It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. âIâŠwait, shit, IâŠI want you to finish, I justâŠI saw her photo, andââ
âI know,â he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. âYeah, I know. Iâve been there. But red means stop. And weâre gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.â
You whimper. âHarry, waitââ
âIâm gonna pull out,â he says, ignoring your plea. âAnd then weâre gonna talkââ
âHarryâŠHarry come on, you canâtââ
But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming.Â
But once heâs out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. âOkay,â he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. âWhatâs going on up there?âÂ
He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. âNothing, I justâŠIâŠâ
âYouâve never seen her before.â
You shake your head. âI donât think so.â
âAnd you werenât expecting to see her now,â he says for you. âEspecially when we were fucking.â
You sniffle. âIt felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And thenâŠand then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff aboutâŠabout babiesâŠand us, andâŠandââ
âOkay, breathe,â he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. âBreathe, Tink. Slow.â
Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesnât feel so dizzy.
Pleased, he says, âI know youâre not her, Tink. I donât want you to be.â
Your expression softens.
âI brought you here because youâre the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,â he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like heâs given this far more thought than you anticipated. âAfter she died, I left it the same. I didnât touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesnât work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.â
The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy.Â
âI didnât invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,â he tells you. âI wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here feltâŠwrong.â
You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles.Â
âAnd then you,â he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection youâd never expect from him. âAnd yeah, youâre annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.â
You nearly sob.Â
âI want you here,â he says. âI want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.â
You laugh through the tears.
âLook, I donât believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,â he admits. âBut sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I havenât had anyone in here in a while. ButâŠyouâre not her, Tink. Youâre you. And thatâs exactly who I want you to be.â
You canât stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesnât fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.
âI hate you, too,â you finally whisper.
He smiles.
âHarry?â
âMm?â
ââŠcan we please finish now?â
He leans back to see you. âAre you sure?â
âVery.â You kiss him. âAfter all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I canât leave until you do, Daddy."
The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.
And itâs everything youâve ever wanted.
âAs you wish.â
WHY DID THIS MAKE ME WANT TO CRY!!! ALSO HI I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!
Previous Part:
~ The one where Harry gets jealous (again)
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Overdrive*
Summary:Â The one where it's 1969 and Harry likes to drive really, really fast.
Word Count: 5.5k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, exhibitionism, very brief daddy kink
Five.
The sound of revving engines echoes between the tall, city buildings. Loud enough to startle a nearby flock of birds on a telephone wire as they take off into the dark night to escape the lurid noise.Â
Four.
The smell of burning rubber is everywhere. Tires screech against the pavement as the smoke dissipates into the warm summer air and the drivers prepare for that familiar white flag.
Three.
Thereâs a murmur amongst the crowd. The bets have been placed and the anticipation has set in. They pick their favorite driver, and they hope that somehow, theyâll be able to beat the unbeatable.Â
Him.
Two.
You can see your little speed demon just up ahead as he waits patiently in front of the makeshift starting line. He seems relaxed. Confident. One hand is settled on the steering while the other is flipping the bird to the driver beside him.Â
One.
The flag waves and the drivers take off. A streak of color flashes across the street as each of the five cars attempt to take their place ahead of the rest. But nobody can seem to get an edge on the black Lamborghini Miura already skidding around the first curve, effortlessly leaving them all behind.
You grin. Itâs harder to see the cars now that theyâre on the other side of the buildings, but you can hear them. You can hear his engine, specifically. Youâd know the sound anywhere. After all, he spent weeks introducing you to the ins and outs of his favorite toy. Showing you exactly how to care for it, with those rough, practiced hands that also happen to care for you, too.Â
You catch a glimpse of his vehicle just before it disappears past the drugstore. He shifts gears and accelerates, just before the blue Stingray to his right can gain on him. You hold your breath as both cars drift around the corner onto the next road and the crowd begins to cheer.Â
Harry hasnât lost a race in weeks. You donât imagine he could lose if he tried. In fact, he could be blindfolded with no brake pedal and a faulty transmission and somehow, heâd still be miles ahead of the competition.Â
Itâs one of the things you love most about him. The way his eyes light up when he gets behind the wheel. The way the engine purrs in his hands and the way he can bend the road to his will.Â
The Stingray veers to the right in order to get ahead of him, but Harry seems to anticipate this attempt. He cuts the other driver off just before he can speed up and your heart jumps into your throat. The only thing you donât like about his racing is how careless he can be at times.
If youâre in the car, he takes the utmost care to make sure youâre safe. That youâre never put in harmâs way.
But when heâs alone, heâs in a whole other world of his making. He doesnât consider the consequences or the repercussions. He doesnât consider you. The way youâd feel if you lost him.Â
And you trust his instincts, you do. But you canât always say you enjoy the show.Â
The Stingray slams on his brakes as Harry takes off and slides around the second to last corner. Tire marks are painted across the cement in his wake and the crowd cheers.Â
Your stomach twists. He seems to be doing all right, although one of his fatal flaws is that itâs nearly imposable to tell how heâs feeling. Heâs eerily stoic when heâs under pressure and perhaps thatâs a good thing.Â
But that doesnât exactly help you now as he zigs and zags across the road before finally reaching the last turn that leads into the final stretch.
This is it. You hold your breath as you watch from the edge of the sidewalk, hands twisting in front of your chest as he races across the last few hundred feet. Itâll be closeâthe Stingray is gaining on him with each passing secondâbut Harryâs undeterred. He switches into a lower gear and the engine comes alive. Giving the car torque for those last few inches as he flies across the finish line. And the race is over.
The rest of the cars follow shortly after and the growing crowd of onlookers all swarm the street. They cheer and they holler, and they flock to the handsome driver now stepping out of his vehicle, desperate to congratulate him. But those soft green eyes only search for you.Â
When he finally finds you squished between the horde of admirers, he grins, and begins to push his way through to you.
The moment you meet, he picks you up, hugs you to his chest, and spins you around. And you squeal giddily, happy to be back in his embrace as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.
âMy little lucky clover,â he whispers proudly. âWhat did I tell you, hm?â
The nickname makes your insides grow warm. Heâs called you his lucky clover ever since that first race when the two of you met. He claimed he only won because he saw you standing there watching and was desperate to impress you. And that every race heâs won since has been because of you and your charming presence.Â
You arenât so sure you believe him, but you have to admit it sounds pretty on his tongue.
You laugh as he puts you back down. âI know, I know,â you finally concede. âYou were right.â
âMhm.â He smirksâcockyâbefore heâs surging forward to kiss you. Soft and slow and with a desire that almost feels scandalous for such a public place. âI always am.â
His tongue brushes against yours while his hand splays across your lower back to tug your body to his and the crowd cheers as you giggle. But you donât fight the way he loves you. Instead, you cling to his shirt and allow him to take what he wants.
When he finally allows you a moment to breathe, you gaze at him curiously. âHow fast were you going?â
â120 on the main stretch. 80 on the curves,â he says, then chuckles at the way you frown. âMâfine, Clover. I promise.â
âYou agreed nothing over 100,â you remind him.
âYeah, but I needed to win.â
âNo, you donât need to win. You need to stay alive.â
âWell, why canât I do both?â
Unamused, you huff, and lightly slap at his stomach. âNot funny, H.â
However, he merely laughs aagain and pulls you back between his arms. âCome on, sweetheart,â he says softly. âYou know Iâd never die on you. Iâd miss you too much.â
âLetâs hope so.â You push up onto your toes to bring your lips to his once more. âCause if you die on meâŠIâll kill you.â
His smile is smug as he kisses you hard before he leads you back to his car. The large mass follows, anxious to ask him questions or offer their praise. And he listens to dutifully, perching himself on his hood while pulling you between his legs.Â
Itâs the same after every race. The other drivers try to tease him while his growing group of fans are desperate to be noticed by him. He might not be inherently famous, but he is to this crowd. They love a lot of things about him. His skill, his confidence, his looks.Â
And you canât exactly blame them.
Itâs impossible to tell if you want to be him or be with him. You imagine for most people, itâs both. He has a sort of relaxed assurance that seems to make everyone else around him comfortable. And thereâs a mystery about him. An intrigue to know more about the man behind the wheel. About who he is outside of these races. What heâs really like.Â
He slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you back into his chest. He talks to the driver of the Stingray and they exchange comments about the almost collision that makes your stomach turn. But when he notices, he presses a quick kiss to your temple and changes the subject.Â
However, the rowdy celebration is cut rather short by the sound of sirens as two police cars come slinging around the side of a building with their lights flashing and their microphones on.
Everybody scatters, a collection of wild cheers and hollering voices as the officers step out of their vehicles in order to round up the crowd and instruct everyone to return home.
But Harry is unphased as he pats your hip and nods his chin up. Heâs rather good at his getaway now. After all, you imagine heâd have to be with all the times the police have broken up these races.Â
And heâs only been caught once.
You slip inside just as he starts the engine. The radio comes alive, the sound of Jimi Hendrix enough to rival the roar of the motor as places one hand on the back of your seat in order to look behind him before he speeds away from the scene, hangs a sharp left, and takes off down the adjoining road.Â
The sound of sirens follow. Thereâs a cop car on the next street over, attempting to chase after him as Harry weaves in and out between the scarce traffic. Heâs goodâincredibly goodâbut they havenât given up yet.Â
They cross over and skid behind him. Theyâre getting closer and the red and blue lights are bright in the rearview mirror. Still, Harry is calm. Simply shifting gears with ease as the car accelerates and offers a bit more distance before he takes a last-minute right in order to shake them.
The force of the turn slings you against the side of the door and you huff as Harry shoots you a cheeky grin.
âSorry, baby,â he calls over the music. âYou all right?â
With a grimace, you nod and say, âMhm. Just great.â
He winks before heâs blowing through one red light and then another. Somehow missing the few cars currently crossing the street while the police are forced to slam on their brakes as somebody passes. And once they lose sight of him, he veers into an old, abandoned alley to hide.
Seconds pass before they finally fly by. Oblivious to his plan as they head further into town while Harry takes another right and disappears from the city.
He cheers victoriously and rolls down the windows and you laugh as you gaze at him. Entranced by the way he nods his head to the music as a gentle, summer breeze blows through his curls.Â
Freedom tastes better with him. Life is better with him. His hand on your thigh, squeezing, while he sings along to Jimi Hendrix and grins at the open stretch of road ahead of him.
You wouldnât want to be anywhere else and he seems to bask in your admiration before he finally looks over.
âWhat do you say, Clover?â he says with a wicked gleam in his eye. âWanna see what a hundred feels like?â
A bit hesitant, yet wildly curious, you nod.Â
He reaches for your hand in order to help you across the car, and you crawl over the console until you can settle onto his lap. Once youâre snug over his thighs, his arms slip beside your middle to keep you safe while he holds onto the steering wheel, and you scoot back into his chest for support.Â
And it feels good. Comfortable. Even though the car is going faster and faster with each passing second, you feel protected. You know heâd never let anything happen to you. And thereâs hardly any danger out here, along the old, backroads away from the city and traffic. Â
The needle on the dash rises higher and higher. 70âŠ80âŠ90. Harryâs grinning against your cheek as the wind dances across your skin. The moon is bright in the sky, illuminating the road even without headlights and itâs exhilarating. Limitless.
âHowâs that, hm?â he whispers. He kisses your jaw before dropping his foot against the gas. âYou sure youâre ready, sweetheart?â
You nod quickly and brace yourself in his hold. âMhm.â
The car reaches 100 and it feels like flying. You laugh, giddy, and he grins. The straight stretch of empty street might as well be a runway and the faster you go, the lighter you feel. As though the tires will simply lift off the ground and carry you into the sky.Â
He shifts gears and the car jolts forward as the needle jumps to 110. You gasp and squirm excitedly over his lap before he suddenly groans. The sound is low and strained and you recognize the lustful cadence almost immediately.
Amused, you bite the inside of your cheek. âYou okay, H?â
He takes one hand from the wheel and places it on your thigh. Squeezing it once. Pointedly. âDonât stop.â
 You donât. You squirm again, settling into the feel of the hardening bulge beneath your ass and he makes another noise that goes straight to your cunt.
Your lashes flutter. The world blurs and your heart races. Perhaps you shouldnât be doing this while youâre going so fast but Harry is calm. He trusts himself and you trust him.
The needle rises.
âHarry,â you whisper and his knuckles go white against the steering wheel. âHarry, pleaseââ
âWhat?â His mouth rests against your cheek and you whine. âWhat, Clover? What do you need?â
He wants to make you say it. Wants to hear the words on your tongue and you swallow thickly as you intertwine your fingers with his. âHâŠâ
âWhat, baby girl?â He nips at your skin with his teeth. âMâI making you nervous?â
You nod and he chuckles. A dark, sadistic sound.
âDo you want me to stop?â
Thereâs a quiet moment of hesitation before you eventually shake your head. Of course you donât. How could you?
âNo?â He squeezes your leg, touch slowly slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt. âGood girl.â
The car begins to go faster. 115âŠ118âŠ120. The same speed he reached during the race and even if you knew it was fast, this feels infinitely faster. Â
You gasp and clutch his hand. Terrified and enthralled all in the same moment. And even if you shouldnât be, you feel insanely aroused. Legs squeezing together as he subtly bucks up into you.
The music is loud and the wind is loud and the sound of your heart pulsing in your ears is loud.Â
And thenâŠthe needle drops. The car slows. The speedometer goes from 120 to 50 in only a few seconds, and you blink curiously before glancing back at him.
He says nothing. His expression is firm but stoic and itâs not until he pulls off the road and into the dirt that you understand.
He turns the car off, then pats your hip. âGet out.â
You swallow again and swing the door open. Crawling off his lap before obediently trailing your way to the front of the vehicle while he follows.
âBend over.â
You do. The hood is warm but not hot and itâs almost inviting as you place your hands against the covering to brace yourself in wait.
âLet me see.â
Your breath catches as you move your fingers to the delicate panties beneath your skirt. You pull them down your quivering thighs and the summer air makes you shiver. You feel nervous under his gaze. Under the way he owns you. But itâs thrilling. Addictive. And it leaves no room for questioning as you drop your underwear to your ankles in the middle of the open desert.Â
You hear him step closer. Feel his hand on your hip as he pulls the fabric of your outfit up in order to get a proper look. But heâs quiet. Almost too quiet, and you feel a touch warm as you wait for his remark.
âHave you been this wet all night, Clover?â he finally asks.
You nod once. ââŠyes.â
âMm.â Another pause while his other hand begins to trail up the back of your leg, slowly pulling it open. âAnd when were you planning to tell me?â
âIâŠI figured you already knew.â
He hums and you can only imagine his smirk. âIs that right?â
âYes.â
âIs that what you were waiting for, then? For me to do something about it?â
ââŠyes.â
The tip of his finger drags its way through your folds and the sudden sensation makes you whimper.
âThen why didnât you ask, sweetheart?â His tone is soft but condescending and you make another noise as you attempt to glance back at him. âUh-uh. Eyes down, Clove.â
With a huff, you drop your chin to your chest and anxiously wait for more.
âWhy didnât you ask?â he repeats. âThought I taught you better than that.â
 When your only answer is a needy mewl, he lands his palm against your ass in a sharp smack.
âSpeak,â he murmurs. âWhen I ask you a question, I expect you to use your words and answer me. Is that understood?â
âYesâŠyes, Iâm sorry.â
âSo why didnât you ask?â
âWasâŠnervous,â you admit, glancing off into the dark night to hide the shame in your expression. âDidnât want to bother you.â
He steps closer and his touch becomes gentler. âYou were nervous, baby girl?â
âMm. Knew you were busy andâŠand didnât wanna be greedy.â
âOh, my sweet girl,â he exhales before heâs grabbing onto the cheeks of your ass to pull you open. Allowing him an even better view of the way you drip. âCan always be greedy with me, you know that? Donât have to be nervous. All I wanna do is take care of you. My time is yours.â
You release a stuttered breath before your eyes fall shut. You love the way he touches you. The way he cares for you. The way he humiliates you, even out here where nobody can see.Â
âLook at you,â he whispers and you feel yourself clench around nothing. âLook at how pretty your little hole is when itâs so empty.â
The pad of his thumb brushes through your folds and he ignores the way you gasp his name.
âThink I should fix that?â he asks. âThink I should fill you up? Make it better?â
âYes,â you pant. âYes, pleaseââ
âDâyou need me to stretch you open? Hm? Play with your little cunny till youâre coming all over my cock?â
The dirty words inside his gentle voice feel criminal. Your mind turns to mush and you can do nothing more than press your chest into the hood as you excitedly wiggle our ass further into his hand.
He laughs, amused by your desperation in a way that only pushes you further toward the endless edge. âIs that a yes, Clover?â
You nod quickly. Your cheek rubbing against the car until you finallyâfinallyâhear the sound of his belt flicking undone.Â
The metal clink is music to your ears and you release a deep moan at the thought of the leather against your skin. Of his cock as it brushes against your clit, mindlessly teasing you past the point of no return.
âEasy,â he says. âGive me your hands, sweetheart.â
Slowly, you pull your arms behind you until he captures them in his wrist. He wraps the length of the belt around your hands until he can securely bind them to the small of your back, and once your mobility is gone, you simper.
âThere you go,â he coos. âYou okay, honey?â
Another nod. âYes.â
âGonna tell me if itâs too much, yeah? If I hurt you?â
âYesâŠâ
âKnow itâs a tight fit, baby, but mâgonna make it work. Promise.â
And this vow makes your heart thumb against the inside of your chest before you feel him disappear from behind you.
And thenâŠhis tongue.
Heâs dropped into a crouch in order to taste you, fingers locked around your wrists to keep you still while his lips suck on your pussy.Â
âH,â you inhale, already undone by his technique. âIâŠâ
He says nothing but the noise of wet licking echoes between your ears. His other hand pushes your leg away, creating more room for his head as he mouths at you. He flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue and you steel yourself against the hood, almost as though to get away.
âCareful,â he warns again. He smacks your thigh. âMâhaving so much fun. Donât ruin it.â
And you try to be good. Try to stay still so he can do with you as he pleases. But it becomes increasingly harder when he nips at your cunt like he means to feast on you.Â
Your fingers wiggle about the air, desperate to grab him. To clutch onto his curls or yank on his arm. But he keeps you restrained, keeps you compliant. And you are nothing but a toy for him to play with now.
You hear the sounds of the world around you. The crickets, the owls, the flock of birds flying overhead. Youâre reminded yet again that anybody could drive by, even out here in the middle of nowhere. They could find you, bent over the hood of a Lamborghini as you get tongue fucked by the handsome man on his knees.
And yetâŠyou donât care. In fact, you almost hope somebody does pass. Because you know Harry wouldnât stop even if they did. Heâd keep going until you were unraveling in his hands as you whimpered his name.
As if to prove this, he adds a finger in beside his devious lips. âGotta make sure you can take me,â he says in a low grunt. âSâtoo tight in here, Clove. Donât think Iâll fit.â
You whine louder and angle your ass closer. Desperate to get his finger in as far as itâll go. âIâll take it,â you promise. âI will. Always do.â
âAlways do,â he repeats in a soft chuckle. âThatâs right, you do. Treat my cock right, donât you, sweetheart?â
Nearly purring, you allow the subtle thrust of his hand to drag you closer to that blinding pleasure.Â
âDo anything I ask. Even have my babies, wouldnât you?â
The thought nearly does you in. Your tummy all swollen and full of him. Tits leaking milk that heâd eagerly lap up. The way heâd still treat your body like a temple. A prize to behold. Because you were carrying what he gave you. He fucked you so hard and so deep that you became a vessel for him.Â
And even past that, youâve always wanted to be a mother. Always wanted to start a family with him because you know heâd be a wonderful father. Heâd take them to races and hold them on his shoulders so they could watch. Heâd kiss all over their little cheeks and tuck them into bed. And your kids would know nothing but love. Because theyâd look up to the two of you.
It makes you smile.
âWhat do you say, hm?â he whispers between kitten licks to your pussy. âYou wanna have my babies? Wanna make me a daddy?â
He adds a second finger and begins to scissor them almost immediately until you cry out. Loud enough to startle a bird from a nearby branch and this proves to be answer enough for him.
âOkay,â he decides. âOkay, Iâll fuck your little pussy and get it all nice and full. Give you all Iâve got. And youâll take it, wonât you? Hold it in your little belly like a good mama.â
You cum. Suddenly and without warning as the intensity of the orgasm explodes behind your eyelids like stars in the sky. You cum and you donât get a chance to warn him or prepare or even hold off as you feel yourself drip down his hand.Â
âGod, H,â you moan. You sound pitiful. Voice hoarse from the way youâve been wailing and arms sore from the way he keeps them behind you. Still, you donât mind. The pain is pleasure in and of itself. âIâŠmâsoâŠâ
âYeah.â He stands up and tugs his pants down. âI know, baby. I am, too.â
The tip of his cock drags through your soaked and sensitive pussy before he pushes in. Heâs right, it is a tight fit. Even with the way you attempt to relax your muscles and draw him in. But itâs always snug with him and truth be told, you almost prefer it this way.
âThere you go,â he breathes, dipping down to kiss your shoulder before drawing back his hips. âJust like that. Fucking hell, Clove, I wish you could see. Wish you could fucking see the way you look taking me right now.â
You wish you could, too. As it is, the feeling is enough to make your eyes roll back and send sparks of electricity up the length of your spine.
He keeps your wrists in his hand as he fucks into you. Sharp thrusts that sound sloppy and uncoordinated but feel like heaven. And thereâs an urgency here. A desolate need to feel you unravel. He cares for you and he uses you all with the same technique.Â
He grabs your leg and forces it up onto the hood. Giving him more room and a deeper angle just to hear you moan. And you hate that you canât see him. Because you know how pretty he looks when heâs in control. His adrenaline high and his eyes alive with the possibilities of what he could do to you.
Instead, you choose to imagine. The way a few rogue curls must be sweeping across his forehead, unable to stay constrained beneath the sticky gel he likes to put in his hair. His chest is probably heaving, offering peeks of his tattoos beneath the white shirt clinging to his sweaty torso. His thighs will be flexing with each thrust. The muscles rippling in such a way that would surely make you drool.Â
You understand why every woman you pass on the street tends to fawn over him. You know theyâd do anything to take him home. Cook for him, clean for him, be good for him. Anything to earn his affection.
But you also know, his affection belongs to you. Youâve seen it, time and time again. He doesnât even glance their way. He doesnât notice when they giggle over him or when they try to call to him with their eyes.Â
Because his eyes are always on you.
âYouâre beautiful,â you hear him whisper. Itâs softârestrained. Almost as though he doesnât mean for you to hear it. But you do and you nearly sink into the car in bliss. âFucking hell, sweetheart. Youâre perfect.â
A fervent heat rushes through your body from his praise and subsequently has you clenching around him. The feeling makes him groan and youâre proud of the way you can still care for him. Even if you canât see him. Even if heâs the one with all the power.
âThis sweet little pussy takes such good care of me,â he says and reaches around your tummy in order to press his palm against the subtle bulge there. âEveryâŠfuckingâŠtime.â
You careen forward, cheek squished into the hood, skin dewy from the way your body shakes with pleasure. Itâs always this close and somehow, he keeps you there. As though reminding you not to cum until he says so.
The hand on your stomach moves down until his fingers find your sensitive clit. He rubs and he plucks and he plays with your body with the same precision and skill he uses when he drives. Because no matter how much he loves to race, he loves you more. And winning you will always be infinitely better than winning some goddamn race.
âWhat do you say, hm?â he mumbles from behind you, rubbing the swollen nerves while pistoning his hips to yours. Dragging you closer and closer and closer. âYou gonna cum for me? Gonna let me feel it?â
You nod and when you start to waver over that edge, he chuckles.
âOkay,â he agrees. âOkay, baby, cum.â
You do. Again. Harder this time. Louder. Itâs almost cruel how easily your body breaks beneath him but before you can indulge in the feel of the way he followsâŠheâs pulling out.Â
He guides you away from the hood and turns you both around. He sits in the spot you once were and he lets you see him. Because this is what you needed. The intimacy, the eye-contact. The beautiful look on his face.
He guides you closer with his hold on your bound wrists before pulling you onto his lap as best he can. He helps you place one leg back on the hood while his other hand moves to guide his cock between your overstimulated folds. Then, he brushes his swollen tip through, just to tease himself, before heâs pushing in.
And you can see him now. Can see the fucked-out expression on his face. The way his vision becomes hazy and his teeth grit together in ecstasy.Â
You whimper, whine, cry out. You want to hold him. Want to wrap your arms around his neck and curl yourself into his beautiful, broad chest.Â
But you canât this time. In fact, he uses his grip on the belt to help roll you over his cock. A soft smile on his face as he whispers, âJust one more, sweetheart. Give me one more.â
Heâs insatiable and greedy and you love it. Because youâd fuck yourself on his cock for the rest of time if you could. Even out here in the open.
âWanna watch,â he whispers, then slips his other hand around the back of your neck to bring you down for a kiss. âWanna watch the way I fill you all full of my babies.â
You make a rather pitiful noise against his mouth and he smirks.Â
âYou want that, too, donât you, Clove?â
You nod, although you imagine it should be obvious. Youâd do anything for him.Â
âThis little pussy was made to have my babies, wasnât it?â he says and kisses the corner of your lips before moving down your neck. âJust made to be fucked by me. Perfect tummy to carry my kids. Youâll be so good, mama. Know you will.â
Your lashes flutter shut. The nickname breeds something new in your chest, a blossoming sort of urgency that almost makes it hard to breathe.
âHarry,â you plead. You nudge your nose against his temple. âHarry, pleaseââ
âShh.â His voice is soft. Still mischievous but kind. âIâve got you. Yeah? Mâright here. Just let me take care of you.â
And he does. He moves his hand from your neck to your shirt, slipping underneath until he can find your tits and give them a squeeze.Â
âThere you go,â he coos. âOh, baby girl. Do anything for you, you know that? Just to keep you.â
He moves from your chest to your clit, and you know the second his fingers make contact, youâll be gone. You squirm in anticipation, and he grins against your cheek before kissing you hard. Tongues and teeth colliding as he sucks on your lip and murmurs, âCan I cum in your pretty pussy, mama? Will you let me? Please?â
You nod so quick and so hard, your head aches. But it doesnât matter because nothing else will ever compare to the feel of his hand on your body and his cock in your cunt. Releasing the warm, sticky offering that means infinitely more now than it did before.
He thrusts up into you a time or two, milking himself with your pussy before he drops back down and pulls you with him.
Youâre both panting. Heavy, hard. Depleted of all energy as he holds you as close to his heart as he can.
Eventually, he frees you, tugging on the belt with one, easy pull as it comes loose from around your wrists. And the moment your arms are returned to you, you use them to grab onto his shoulders and bury yourself in his embrace.
He laughs. A delicate sound that makes you feel just as warm as his cock does. And you stay there for as long as you can until he finally nips at your earlobe and says, âNeed to get you home, Clove. Donât want you to get cold out here.â
âMânot cold,â you pout. âAnd we canât leave until it works.â
âUntil what works?â
You look down and he looks, too.
Then, he grins. A big, giddy grin thatâs all teeth and dimples. âOh,â he murmurs. âCanât leave until youâre pregnant, huh?â
âMhm.â
âI see.â He squeezes your hips and kisses your neck. âGonna have to hold me in there, arenât you? Keep me all snug?â
âMhm.â
âAll right, mama,â he says and you giggle. âWeâll stay until youâre all nice and pregnant. And then Iâm gonna take you home and fuck you again. Just to make sure.â
Your stomach flips.
âSâthat sound good, Clover?â he asks, and you bring your eyes to his in order to see him fully.
You smile.
âThat sounds perfect, Daddy.â
For a more immersive experience, feel free to play All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix during the chase hehe
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The Mine Masterlist
MafiaBoss!Harry x You
*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!đ*
~ Mine* (Pt. 1)
Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession.
But he's found the perfect way to make it right.
~ Ours* (Pt. 2)
Harry has arranged a phone-call with one of his most notorious enemies.
Lucky for you, youâve got a front row seat to the show.
His cock.
~ Yours* (Pt. 3)
Harry is out of town when you need him most.
And Harry is never one to leave you unsatisfied.
So, he calls in his right-hand man to help.
~ Theirs* (Pt. 4)
Harry has returned home after being away.
The first thing on his agenda?
Your punishment.
~ Hers* (Final Part)
Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has made you a deal.
Two cocks for the price of one. He'll share you with Asher. For one night. And one night only.
And all you have to do? Be good and take it.
The Extras:
~ Remedy*
You've been feeling a little empty and needy lately.
Thankfully, your mafia boss boyfriend happens to have the perfect remedy.
~ Pillowtalk*
Save a horse, ride a pillow.
Turns out, Harry isn't always so forgiving.
~ Red*
The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, comes home covered in wounds and bruises.
And the sight is more than you can handle.
(CW: Use of a safeword!)
~ Lost
Harry's worst nightmare has finally come true:
You've been taken.
And he plans to do everything in his power to find you.
~ Found
The one where Harry has to put you in danger in order to keep you safe.
~ Home
The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has finally gotten you back.
But everything is about to change.
~ Scream* (Halloween Extra)
The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, plans out a Fall Day of Fun.
Scary movies included.
The Blurbs:
~ The one where Harry makes you ride his thigh in the middle of a crowded restaurant*
~ The one where Harry is determined to make you pay, Christmas Trees be damned*
~ The one where you aren't feeling so hot and Harry and Asher just want to help*
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Our Place*
Summary: An extra for 404*
The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.
Word Count: 1.7k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word
Harryâs apartment is nicer than you expected.Â
The furniture is cozy, the dĂ©cor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table.Â
It surprised you, even though it shouldnât. Harry doesnât seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.
You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. Heâd wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didnât want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with.Â
Heâs oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feelsâŠhopeful.
âShit, Tink,â he groans into your ear when he feels how wet youâve become. âSâthis just because you rode my bike?â
You gently swat the back of his head. âStop it.â
âWhat?â He noses under your jaw. âFelt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldnât notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?â
You wince. You didnât even realize youâd been doing it. âI was not, I was justâŠthe adrenaline was a lotââ
âUh-huh.â He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. âSâfine, baby. You know I donât mind.â
âWellâŠI wasnâtââ
âSure. Can I fuck you now?â
You huff. âThatâs why Iâm here.â
He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and itâs then that you realize heâs right. Youâre soaked, all the way through your panties.
But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out.Â
âI thinkâŠâ he murmurs as he lines himself up, ââŠitâs high time I got you pregnant.â
Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in. Â
Youâve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you arenât exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.
But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises.Â
âThink I wonât do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. Sâwhat it was made for, wasnât it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so prettyâŠget your tits leaking. Youâll let me have a taste, wonât you, Princess?â
You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though youâve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.
His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them offâtheyâre mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.
So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.
He smirks. âYou all right there, Tink?â
You nod weakly. âYesâŠyeah. Mâfine.â
âThinking about what I said?â He kisses down your chest. âThinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"
Our. A word you didnât think belonged to you. Because Harry doesnât belong to you. And you donât belong to him. Youâre two separate people. Even when you fuck, heâs in his world and youâre in yours. You werenât meant to be an âour.â
You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.
The fucking gets harder. Faster. Heâs chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know heâs trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldnât.
Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.
In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear.Â
But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.
Your heart stops.
In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.
It all stops. And you whisper, âRed.â
He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks through labored inhales. âWhatâŠwhat happened, what do you want me to do?â
But you donât look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.
Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.
He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. âTinkâŠâ
You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight.Â
âTink,â he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. âTinkerbellâ"
âSheâs beautiful,â you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. âOh, my god, Harry, sheâsâŠsheâs so beautiful.â
Heâs quiet for only a moment. âYeah. She was,â he agrees gently.
You canât take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans.Â
You shouldnât be here. You shouldnât be here. In his bedâtheir bedâfucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.
And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?
âPrincess,â he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. âTalk to me, what do you want me to do?â
Your lashes flutter. âWhat?â
âYou said red,â he reminds you. âWhich means we stop. But I need to know if youâre in pain or if I can pull out?â
It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. âIâŠwait, shit, IâŠI want you to finish, I justâŠI saw her photo, andââ
âI know,â he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. âYeah, I know. Iâve been there. But red means stop. And weâre gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.â
You whimper. âHarry, waitââ
âIâm gonna pull out,â he says, ignoring your plea. âAnd then weâre gonna talkââ
âHarryâŠHarry come on, you canâtââ
But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming.Â
But once heâs out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. âOkay,â he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. âWhatâs going on up there?âÂ
He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. âNothing, I justâŠIâŠâ
âYouâve never seen her before.â
You shake your head. âI donât think so.â
âAnd you werenât expecting to see her now,â he says for you. âEspecially when we were fucking.â
You sniffle. âIt felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And thenâŠand then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff aboutâŠabout babiesâŠand us, andâŠandââ
âOkay, breathe,â he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. âBreathe, Tink. Slow.â
Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesnât feel so dizzy.
Pleased, he says, âI know youâre not her, Tink. I donât want you to be.â
Your expression softens.
âI brought you here because youâre the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,â he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like heâs given this far more thought than you anticipated. âAfter she died, I left it the same. I didnât touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesnât work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.â
The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy.Â
âI didnât invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,â he tells you. âI wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here feltâŠwrong.â
You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles.Â
âAnd then you,â he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection youâd never expect from him. âAnd yeah, youâre annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.â
You nearly sob.Â
âI want you here,â he says. âI want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.â
You laugh through the tears.
âLook, I donât believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,â he admits. âBut sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I havenât had anyone in here in a while. ButâŠyouâre not her, Tink. Youâre you. And thatâs exactly who I want you to be.â
You canât stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesnât fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.
âI hate you, too,â you finally whisper.
He smiles.
âHarry?â
âMm?â
ââŠcan we please finish now?â
He leans back to see you. âAre you sure?â
âVery.â You kiss him. âAfter all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I canât leave until you do, Daddy."
The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.
And itâs everything youâve ever wanted.
âAs you wish.â
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how are harry and cherry doing? đ€
ALFJSDF THEY ARE GOOD!! THIS IS WHAT WE'VE GOT SO FAR!
He strides closer. Slow, like stalking prey. He looks now toward the vibrator between your thighs as it buzzes and hums in a rhythmic pattern, giving you just a taste of pleasure without ever actually letting you swallow.Â
He smiles brighter. âOh, you poor thing. Sâall red, isnât it?â
You nod weakly. âCanâtâŠcanât take it anymore. Hurts. And sâempty.â
âEmpty, huh?â He tuts to himself and takes a seat near your left leg. Close enough to send chills down your spine as you catch a whiff of his cologne. You nearly cum for the sixth time right then. âI bet.â
You whine harder and attempt to reach him. But heâs still too far and your chest aches. âHarry, pleaseââ
âWhat, Cherry?â He brushes a piece of hair from your cheek and the gentle touch of his hand makes you want to cry. âDo you need some help?â
You nod again, fast and fervent. Desperate to feel his skin on yours. Overstimulated or not, heâs the only one who can fix you. Make it better, make you whole. Fill you to the brim the way only his cock can.
âYeah? Well, letâs see.â His eyes trail down your naked chest, along your stomach, and back to the toy. Studying it almost curiously before he reaches for the tie keeping it snug to your thigh and flicks it free.Â
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Actually crying so many tears over you right now??? I don't deserve your kindness and I might actually scream đđđđ Thank you SO so much for everything, I'm still fangirling!!!
Pillow Talk*
Summary:Â The one where you and Harry both have insomnia, and decide to spend one very strange night together.
Word Count: 7.2k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, daddy kink, mentions of drugs, angst (w/ happy ending!), not suitable for Ramadan!
âOh, absolutely not.â
âCome on. Just one time.â
âNo. Are you out of your fucking mind?â
âProbably. I havenât slept in 32 hours.â
You huff as you hide yourself behind your door. You donât even want to see him. Because you donât want to have this conversation or entertain this idiotic idea. This is what Harry does. He plays games. He tricks and he ruins and if you open this door, you know youâll regret it.Â
âPoppy, please,â he calls, and you hear his forehead land on the wood as though to brace himself. âIâve tried everything else, okay? It always works with you. I justâŠI wanted to try. See if it still does.â
You frown. âYou realize how wildly inappropriate this is, right? Asking if you can come in just so we can sleep together?â
âYeah, but thatâs all I want to do. Sleep,â he insists again. âReally. Iâll keep my hands to myself and I wonât even talk to you.â
You consider this. Truthfully, you havenât slept all that well since the breakup, either. And sure, youâve longed for the nights when the two of you would fall into such an easy, simple, and incredibly effective routine.Â
But he broke your heart. And now youâre both paying the price.
âJust one night,â he pleads again. âAnd if it doesnât work, I swear I wonât bother you ever again.â
Thereâs a subtle ache in your chest. Just hearing his voice reminds you of the pain. Of the joy. Of every good moment and every bad one, all wrapped up in the same silky cadence.
You take a deep breath. Perhaps youâre curious, too. Even if you donât want to be. Because maybe this will work. Maybe youâll finally be able to rest and get on with your life.
Or maybe it wonât.
But at least if it doesnât, maybe you can find some closure.
So, with that thoughtâŠyou open the door.Â
He looks worse than youâve ever seen him. Which makes you just a touch happy if youâre being honest with yourself. His usual curls are askew and unkept. The bags under his eyes are dark and his clothes are wildly wrinkled.
And youâre surprised. Heâs been up for longer than 32 hours before and handled it much better. You wonder if his age is catching up with him or if thereâs something else keeping him awake.
It wouldnât be the first time.
But you donât fight with him. Heâs not here to fight and you accept his terms as you widen the door and allow him to step inside.
He nods gratefully as he slips into your living room, but his eyes linger on your face. Almost like he doesnât recognize you, and it makes your insides turn as you shut the door and put a few feet between you.
âWhat?â you huff.
He shakes his head. âI donât know, you lookâŠdifferent.â
âOkayâŠ?â
âYou changed your hair.â
âYeah.â
âHm. Itâs nice.â
You cross your arms. âThanks.â
âSure.â
Another pause, and the silence feels heavy.
âWellâŠdo you wannaâŠ?â you eventually say, and he nods.
âRight, yeah.â
âOkay.â
You turn to lead him to your room and itâsâŠunsettling how normal it feels. Like an old habit rearing its ugly head once again.
When you get there, his surprise returns. âYou changed your room, too.â
âYeah.â
âOh. Why?â
Your eyes roll as you angrily toss your blankets back. âThis is the one room I associated with you the most. And short of moving, I needed something you hadnât touched or tainted. So I made the room mine again.â
He thinks about this, attention lingering on the new paint on the walls and the new furniture in each corner. âI like it.â
âI donât care.â
He smiles. âI know.â
âGreat. Can you get in the bed please so we can get this over with?â
Obliging, he slips off his shoes and joins you under the duvet. âNever thought Iâd hear you say that again.â
âNever thought Iâd have to say it.â
âMm. You changed your mattress.â
âObviously.â
âAnd the sheets and blankets, too.â
âUh-huh.â
âIs there anything in here you didnât change?â
âThe carpet. But only because my landlord said I couldnât.â
âRight.â Heâs smiling again. âBut you did get a rug.â
âYeah.â
âItâs nice.â
âBite me.â
He laughs now and you want to smack him. âI see you still get grumpy when youâre tired.â
âNo, I get grumpy when my asshole of an ex shows up to my apartment at 3 in the morning demanding to be let in so he can sleep in my bed with me like a fucking child,â you argue. And you know youâre being snippy and maybe even rude, but he deserves it. After everything heâs put you through, you deserve to be in charge of your own emotions.Â
You turn the lamp off and the dark room grows incredibly quiet. Youâre both stiff, unable to relax when youâre this close. You donât want to touchânot the way you used to. And you donât want to be close or let your guard down, although you suppose youâll have to in order to sleep.
And then he says, âI really did try, you know. To find another way to sleep.â
You look up at the ceiling and release a soft exhale. âOkay.â
âMelatonin, light therapy, cut out coffee. Even drank thoseâŠsleep mocktail things everyone talks about.â He shifts. âI donât know, I guess my brain just wouldnât turn off.â
âYeah. I know.â
More quiet.
âI havenât done any since we broke up,â he finally says. Gentle, like heâs afraid to break the silence.Â
Your lashes flutter. He doesnât have to say it for you to know what he means. âGreat.â
âYeah.â Another beat. âI thought it was work, I guess. Maybe the stress or something. Iâve been sleeping fine, but these past couple weeksâŠâ
âRight.â
âAnd I just figuredââ
âNo, I got it. Itâs fine, letâs justâŠletâs just try to sleep,â you say and he nods.
The bedroom settles and you try, you really do. But you canât when heâs breathing so goddamn loud and shifting every two seconds and sighing like heâs in pain.
âWhat?â you eventually hiss.
âAre you dating someone?â he asks.
âWhat?â
âAre you dating someone?â he repeats. âJosie said you were.â
You hesitate. âI donât know. Kind of. I guess.â
âYou guess?â
âWeâreâŠweâve been on a few dates. Itâs not official.â
âHe hasnât asked you to be his girlfriend?â
âWhy does it matter?â
âI donât know. It doesnât. I just figure you deserve someone that actually wants to date you.â
âOh, do I?â You roll your head to look at him. âFunny, you didnât seem to think so when you were dating me.â
âAll right, touchĂ©,â he mumbles. âI could have been better, I know that. And I know I took advantage. You did a lot for me and I didnâtâŠI didnât care.â
Surprised, you twist your fingers together. âUhâŠyeah. Right. Thank you.â
His head rolls, too. And even with the dim-light, his eyes find yours. âIâm sorry, Poppy. You really did deserve better than me. And if you found it with this guyâŠIâll be happy for you.â
You swallow before sighing to yourself. âI mean, I donât know if I did. HeâsâŠheâs really nice. But heâs soâŠheâs justâŠâ
âVanilla?â
Your eyes widen. âYeah. How did youââ
âHe was wearing Crocs with tube socks.â
You laughâloud. âOh my god, how did you know?â
âI might have looked him up,â he admits through a grin. âWanted to make sure he was worth your time.â
âYeah? And?â
âAnd he wears Crocs with tube socks. He canât make you cum.â
Your features scrunch together as you gasp and look away. âEw, Harry. Itâs not about thatââ
âItâs always about that. Come on, am I wrong?â
âYouâyes. What he wears has nothing to do with what heâs like in bedââ
âSo heâs not vanilla?â
âHeâsâŠâ You pause. âHeâŠlook, he really triesââ
âSo, he is,â Harry finishes for you. âWell, at least you got some.â
âIâŠyeah. Uh-huh.â
Instantly, he turns onto his side, head resting in the palm of his hand as he studies you. âHe couldnât get it up, could he?â
âHarry,â you groan, and reach out to swat him. âStop, it wasnât that. We justâŠwe were taking things slow. We did some stuff. Just notâŠall of it.â
âSo what heâd do?â
âHarryââ
âCome on, weâre adults, just tell me.â
âEw, noââ
âListen, you used to get fucked good. Iâm just trying to help you get back to that.â
You frown but do oblige. âI donât know. He ate me out and I blew him. Thatâs it.â
âAndâŠ?â
âAndâŠI donât know. He was fine. He was good.â
âSure.â
Your eyes roll. âOkay, heâŠhe wasnât really all that into it. He stopped after a few seconds and asked if I came. Then he said his jaw was tired and that maybe we should just switch.â
Now, Harryâs features scrunch, too. âShit. What a fucking pussy. Ironically.â
âI guess. It could have been worse.â
âReally? Eating you out was always my favorite. What kind of asshole just stops if he doesnât have to?â
You feel a rush of heat through your body as you look away. âI guess they canât all be you.â
âDamn fucking right,â he scoffs. âSeriously, you still wanted to see him after that?â
âHeâs cute,â you argue. âAnd nice. And yeah, maybe heâs not that adventurous but thatâs okay. I donât need wild sex all the time.â
Heâs quiet. âHow about just one time?â
You turn back. âWhat?â
âIâokay, I was just thinkingâŠyou know, one of the things we would do when we couldnât sleep wasâŠfuck, soââ
âOh, absolutely not.â You sit up, as though to put some distance between you. âNo. Forget itââ
âPoppyââ
âDonât call me that,â you huff. âYou donât get to call me that ever again. Okay, Iâm not gonna fuck you just so we can sleepââ
âIt wouldnât be just for that,â he argues, sitting up as well. âIt would also help your mood, tooââ
âOh, my mood?â You glare at him. âMy mood is just fine, actually. In fact, Iâd say itâs pretty good if I agreed to let you in my apartment in the first placeââ
âYou didnât have to. Iâm just saying, if sex with him is gonna be bland, might as well get in one last good fuck before you commit to a lifetime of boringââ
âOh, my god. Itâs not a lifetime and youâre a fucking assholeââ
âYeah. Weâve established that. Doesnât change the fact that you need it.â
You stare at him. âIs that why youâre really here? To trick me into sleeping with you?â
He leans back. âWhat? No. I donât trick people into having sex, it was just a suggestionââ
âYeah, a pretty dumb one. Did you honestly think Iâd say yes?â
âYeah,â he admits haughtily. âYeah, because we didnât break up over the sex. We broke up because youâre an uptightââ
âWhat? Say it,â you sneer. âSay it. Iâm an uptight bitch because I wouldnât let you do cocaine.â
He scoffs again and looks off into the dark of your room. The argument lulls. âI could never do anything right.â
âThat wasnât the problem and you know it.â You pull your legs to your chest. âI wanted to move forward and you kept going back. Youâre almost 30 and you still act like youâre 19.â
âMaybe I didnât want to get married and do the whole white picket fence life,â he says. âMaybe I liked things the way they wereââ
âNo. No, you liked parties with your friends and doing drugs that kept you up for hours  and getting fired and leaving me to pay all the billsââ
âYou didnât pay all the bills and I told you I would do what I could to helpââ
âYeah. But apparently that included getting fucked up and staying out all night just to crash the next day.â You study him closely. âYou were never around anymore. I never saw you. We were on two different paths and the only time we ever talked was when you asked if I wanted to fuck.â
âSo, thatâs it, huh? Iâm just a villain in your story. You were this perfect fucking princess, and I was a monster that ruined your life?â
âNo, obviously not. I wasnât perfect. I know that.â
âDo you?â His eyes flick between yours. âYou didnât want me to move forward with you. You liked your new job and your new friends because they didnât remind you of me. Of who we both used to be.â
âSo? Iâm not proud of what I used to do. And sure, maybe I wanted to make a better impression on the people paying my salary and keeping me employed. Is that such a fucking crime?â
âNo. But you didnât want me to be a part of that impression and you know it.â
âRight. Because you were shit-faced all the time.â
He opens his mouth, ready to retort. But then he closes it. He closes it and he stares at you and thenâŠhe surges forward.
Even if you were given at least two seconds to prepare, youâre not prepared for the way his hands feel on your cheeks as he kisses you. As he presses his lips to yours and steals the labored breaths in your lungs.
But you donât fight him. You know you should. Know you should push him off and berate him. Yet you let him kiss you. And you kiss him back. And itâs far too easy to slip back into this routine as his tongue slides against yours in such a teasing way.
Your stomach flips while your hands land on his lap. Youâre desperate to be closer, to feel his body against yours. His skin, and the way it melts beneath your palms like butter. You dance this devious dance and before you know it, youâre stripping each other of the few clothes you have.
He starts with your shirt. Ripping it over your head before his mouth lands on your chest. Bare and beautiful to him. His kisses are wet and sloppy and you arch yourself closer as you drag your fingers down his scalp.
The only reason he stops is to let you peel his t-shirt off, too. And then his jeans and socks. And you move so fluidly, youâre nearly naked in under a minute. The only thing left between you now his underwear and yours.
He lays you down, gentle. Surprisingly gentle, given the anger that brought you here. And he gazes at you in a soft, unspoken way that says everything you donât exactly know how to say.Â
His fingers brush down your cheek as his body settles atop yours. He still fits between your legs like he was always meant to and the weight of him almost feels good.
âAre you all right?â he finally whispers, and he doesnât sound like the same man from before. He sounds like the man you fell in love with. âIs this okay?â
You nod quickly, scared that if you think about it, youâll ruin it. âYeah. Go.â
He doesnât. âWe donât have to,â he says. âYou were right, itâs probably a dumb ideaââ
âYeah, butâŠit always works.â You shift beneath him and reach for his briefs, rolling them down his hips. âAnd Iâm tired. Tired of fighting with you, tired of not getting any sleepâŠtired of pretending I hate you. You were right, our sex is good. So letâs do it. And then we can sleep. And we can finally move on.â
Not the most romantic of speeches, but it works. At least right now. He kisses you again and drags your underwear aside in order to tease you with the tip of his cock.
He feels like you remember. And maybe you find just a touch of comfort in that. There are no awkward pauses or confusion about what to do next. You donât have to find your rhythm or anticipate the next step. You know him. And he knows you.
Your rub your clit in order to stimulate yourself. You arenât exactly wet enough for this to be enjoyable, but you donât expect him to do what he did before. The foreplay is up to you now and youâre more than all right with that.
However, heâs not. And he instantly swats your hand away in order to do it himself. Allowing his fingers to drag up and down your pussy until you shiver before he slips the tip of his middle finger inside.
âShit,â he whispers. His forehead drops to yours. âFucking missed this.â
You bite the inside of your lip to keep from grinning. âYeah?â
âYeah.â He starts to pump, bending your body to his salacious intentions until the unmistakable sound of wetness echoes throughout the room. âI know you missed it, too.â
âHm. Donât push it.â
âWhy not?â He presses a kiss to your cheek. Then to your jaw. Your lips. Your nose. Your neck. Everywhere you used to love. âAre you really gonna tell me you didnât?âÂ
âMaybe.â
âSo Crocs with Tube Socks is better, huh?â
ââŠnot exactly.â
âRight.â He adds a second finger and your eyes roll back. âDonât worry, Poppy, Iâll fix it.â
âDonâtâŠcall me that,â you pant again, and he chuckles.
âDonât know what else to call you. You were always my pretty Poppy.â
âBut now Iâm not,â you say. âNow you call me nothing. Because Iâm not yours to call.â
He sighs but does seem to obey, at least for now. And the faster he thrusts his hand, the needier this growing feeling becomes. Stronger and louder until you finally grab onto his shoulders and say, âJust put it in already.â
He smirks. âHow romantic.â
âItâs not supposed to be. Just come on.â
So, he does. He takes hold of his cock and he slips it through the gathering arousal until he can push in. And you both reel.
Truthfully, youâve missed the sounds he makes when heâs turned on. The way he groans and grits his teeth together. The way the muscles in his arms strain until you can see those beautiful veins you used to love to run your tongue over.Â
Heâs stunning. Even now, in the soft light of the moon through your curtains. His silhouette is unholy as it hovers above you. Strong hips beginning to thrust as you both work in tandem to find release.
And itâs closer than you expected. Thereâs something about him that can get you there even without much effort. Something Crocs with Tube Socks could never seem to figure out.Â
Because heâs not Harry. And only Harry can play you like an instrument and make such symphonic music all with the flick of his finger and a thrust of his cock.
He kisses you again and you both feel anxious. Soft murmurings of praise and, âKeep going,â that have you arching from the bed and moaning into his mouth.
Youâre sweating and gasping for air and clutching onto his back as you attempt to meet his rhythm with rolls of your own. You need this. You need to cum so you can find release and you need to cum so you can finally sleep and you need to cum because then youâll finally be able to let him go. To close the door on the chapter of you and Harry and move the fuck on.
But how can you move on when youâre still under him? How can you insist that youâre fine and doing great if youâre so easily convinced to fuck him just so you can both get some sleep?
There are other remedies to insomnia that donât involve his cock and maybe you should have tried that before you let him into your apartment.Â
Either way, youâre coming before you can think twice about it. Raking your nails down his back and whimpering his name as he pulls out and finishes on your thigh.Â
And just like thatâŠ
Itâs over.
You find him in the kitchen about an hour later. You managed to sleep at least a few minutes before you felt the sadistic hand of insomnia pull you back out. But when you woke, Harry was gone. His clothes were still on the floor, so you knew he hadnât left. But he wasnât with you.
Heâs staring out your kitchen window when you slip into the living room. Youâre not sure if he hears you or not but if he does, he doesnât acknowledge it. Instead, he keeps himself braced against the sink, clad in nothing more than his briefs.
Curious, you call, âWhatâs wrong?â
He shakes his head. Silent. Contemplative. âI used to love this window,â he eventually says. Soft, like heâs reminiscing. âThe way the light looked in the morning. The way your little crystals would put rainbows on the wall and youâd get so excited. How youâd make me dance with you to some Elton John song while we were literally in the middle of cooking.â
You blink. âUmâŠokay.â
He turns and his eyes find yours. âI fucking loved this apartment. And this kitchen. And that couch. And your room. And even the hallway. I loved being here, all the time. I hated going back to my place because it never felt the same.â
The silence grows louder now as you look down at your feet and pull your robe just a bit tighter. âI know,â you finally whisper. âThatâs why I changed it.â
âI know,â he whispers back. His expression falls. âYou changed everything. This apartment, your lifeâŠus.â
âBecause I had to,â you argue, glancing back up. âI had to, Harry. I couldnât keep going in circles. I couldnât drag you along behind me into the future when you clearly wanted to be anywhere else.âÂ
âBecause the future you always painted didnât seem to have room for me,â he huffs. âOkay, with all these dinner parties and fancy houses and good school districts. Youâd planned out the next 30 years and I didnât see myself anywhere in your picture.â
âI didnât fucking care about the parties or the school districts,â you nearly yell. âGod, IâI didnât want the white picket fence life. I didnât want the 1950âs American Dream shit you keep thinking I did. I just wanted you. Yes, I wanted a good job with insurance and stability. But I wasnât gonna trade what we had just for thatââ
âBut you did. You didnât tell your parents weâd moved in together. You didnât even tell half of our friends. You went on trips without me and you stopped telling me about your day and we never talkedââ
âBecause you were never around! You were either out with your friends getting drunk or high or you were in there playing video games because youâd had a âhard day.â So, no. I didnât want to talk to you when I knew you werenât even listening in the first place.â
 He leans against the counter and crosses his arms. Angry. Indignant. âYou resented me. You resented the fact that we were together and you resented that I wasnât perfect like your precious new friendsââ
âOh, thatâsââ You pinch the bridge of your nose and force in a deep breath. âNo. I didnât want you to be like them. I didnât want you to act pretentious and stuffy and talk about the stock market every goddamn second of the day. The only thing I resentedâŠwas the fact that you wouldnât take care of yourself.â
âI was taking care of myselfââ
âBullshit. You were doing drugsâyou were doing cocaineâand you werenât eating, you werenât sleeping, you nearly drunk yourself to deathââ
âRight, but I wasnât doing it all the time. It was justâŠit was occasionally, and it wasnât a lotââ
âI donât care. You shouldnât have been doing it at all, Harry,â you finally shout. âYouâŠyou scared the shit out of me. Every time one of your friends would call and say you were passed out, I thoughtâŠI thought this was it. I thought I was gonna lose you. Do you know how many times I just sat on the floor and cried because I was so scared? Because you never wanted to listen when I told you to stop? Because you were so sure you were invincible?â
He seems pained by this, features wilting as he takes a tentative step forward. But he stops when you move back. âPoppy, I wasnât trying to scare you, IâŠI didnât knowââ
âYes, you did,â you scoff. âI told you, over and over that I didnât want to lose you, but you thought I was being dramatic.â
He nods once. âI know, Iâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?â
âYeah. I am.â He looks at you. âSâwhy I stopped after we broke up. You were right, I needed to get my shit together.â
You nod, too. âGood. Iâm glad.â
His gaze dances around the kitchen. âI hate that you changed everything,â he says again, and your heart wrenches. âI hate that it doesnât look like it used to. I hate that I hurt you so bad that you felt like you had to erase everything I ever touched.â
You step closer and wipe a tear from your cheek. âYeah, I hate it, too. I hate that I had to. I hate that stupid mattress and I hate that my kitchen doesnât look like a rainbow anymore and I really fucking hate that I have no one to dance with when I cook.â
His eyes soften as they find yours and in only a few seconds, heâs reaching for the belt on your robe and tugging you to him. Wrapping you in his arms as he presses you against his chest, the way he always used to when you were sad.
âNo,â you argue weakly, although you do nothing to stop him. âNo, you canâtâŠyou canâtââ
âYes, I can,â he retorts quietly. You feel his lips press to the top of your head. âYou donât get to cry over me anymore. Youâre better than that now. You did what I couldnât. You moved on. And I donât get to ruin that for you.â
You sniffle as you run your hand down his stomach. âIt wasnât about moving on. I just needed to learn how to be strong enough for both of us.â
âPoppy,â he breathes and holds you tighter. âYou shouldnât have to be.â
And deep downâŠyou know heâs right.
âShit, just like thatâŠa little closer. Good girl, hold yourself open for me, baby. Yeah.â
Doing your best to oblige, you slip your fingers between your folds as Harry nudges his nose closer. Kissing his way along your thighs before allowing his tongue to lick a very generous stripe up your pussy.
Round 2 is on the couch. Harry wanted the kitchen counterânearly insisted on it, in factâbut you knew you didnât want to ruin your favorite breakfast spot. And you werenât about to just for him.
So, the couch it was. He complained about it as you got settled. He hates this new couch, too. The color, the lumpy cushions, the way it feels like youâre sinking when you sit.Â
You told him you didnât care. You loved it and if it annoyed him, that was a bonus.
Thankfully, he swallowed his complaints in favor of swallowing you. He tossed your robe open and pulled your thighs apart. And then he buried himself between the warmth of your pussy the way he always used to.
And you decided that maybe you donât mind insomnia so much if this is the remedy.
âMissed this, too,â he says now as he nips at your clit. âGod, youâve always tasted so fucking good. Sâfucking crazy, baby. Canât ever get enough.â
âSure,â you snort, head dropping back. âIâm sure you say that to all the girlsââ
âNo.â He shakes his head and his nose nudges the sensitive nerves as you whine. âNo, thereâs no other girls. Come on, did you really think there could be?â
âWith a mouth like that? Yeah,â you admit. He laughs. âThatâs how we met. You were suchâfuckâsuch a player.â
âMaybe,â he concedes before mouthing at you again. âBut nobody else has ever made me feel the way you do.â
You snort. âWhereâd you learn that line?â
âItâs not a line. Itâs the truth.â
âHarry. Come on. I know you.â
âThen you should know I donât say shit I donât mean.â He smooths his palms down your thighs in order to spread you just a bit further and see the way your hole flutters. âOh, pretty girl. Sâjust drenched, hm? All sensitive from the last oneâŠneed Daddy to make it better?â
You scrunch your nose. âYou donât get to call yourself that anymore.â
âNo?â He grins. âWhy not?â
âBecause I hate you and Daddy is reserved for someone I like.â
He tsks. âI donât know, kind of seems like you still like it. Keep clenching around my tongue like you wanna hear me say it again.â
You hesitate as you weave your fingers through his curls. âNever.â
He hums and the vibration against your cunt makes your thighs twitch. âCome on, baby. Donât be mean to Daddy.â
You want to glare. Slap at him, refuse him. But heâs rightâyou have missed the moniker. If only just because of how good he sounds when he says it. So, you let him tease you and taunt you as he tastes you. You let him do whatever the hell he wants because your second orgasm feels stronger than the first and you donât imagine youâll survive this one.Â
He slips a finger in as well. Beckons your pleasure closer with every curl of the large digit. Itâs practiced. He sucks and licks and nips and thrusts and curls and pumps all at the same time.
Then, he pulls back and brings his palm down in a sharp smack to your pussy.Â
âStop squirming,â he instructs, then shoots you an obviously pleased frown. âDonât be a brat.â
âMânot,â you whimper. âNot a bratâŠjust wanna cum.â
âDo you, hm?â He licks you again then adds two fingers. âShould I let you?â
âObviously.â
âObviously?â Heâs smirking now as he starts to go faster. âMaybe youâre right. Maybe you do deserve it. Yeah? After being so nice as to let me in.â
You pout. âMhm.â
Heâs so happy. Heâs always his happiest when heâs suffocating himself with your pussy. He does everything he knows you love. He leaves teasing kisses to the inside of your thighs. He slaps at your leg, your clit, your hip. He helps rock you against his tongue and even lifts you from the couch to find a deeper angle.Â
And he does all of this out of sheer enjoyment.Â
âHarry,â you whimper as you melt into the cushions. Your limbs feel like jello. The pleasure is everywhere, and he looks like a god. His face is covered in you, glistening about as bright as the stars.
âI know, Poppy,â he says. He kisses your pussy and then smiles at you. âI know.â
You like the way Harryâs chest feels. Warm and soft and painted in the tattoos you used to trace with your finger.
Heâs gently scratching your back as you both lay in bed. The room is quietâyou havenât spoken in minutes. Still, neither of you can seem to find sleep and you know youâll desperately need it soon.Â
But this is nice. Even if it is the last time. You like getting to reminisceâpretend for even a moment that things are the way they used to be. When you were happy and safe and content to be together.
You werenât sure youâd ever feel this kind of peace again.
âI missed you, too, you know,â he whispers after a moment.
You glance up.Â
âI didnât just miss your apartment. I missed you.â He takes a breath and runs his palm along your spine. âI miss our Sunday mornings and I miss when weâd watch scary movies just so we could make out and I miss the way you used to dance around in your underwear to some stupid musical you were obsessed with.â
You swallow a lump in your throat. âHarâŠâ
âAnd I donât know what happened,â he says. âI felt likeâŠI felt like I was watching you do all these amazing things and I just couldnât keep up. You were getting promoted and moving up and I was still at the fucking bar serving drinks. And you knew what you wanted to do. I didnât.â
âI didnât know,â you argue gently. âNot really. I hate my job. I hate that I donât enjoy it the way I used to. I mean, I like that it pays the bills, but maybe that shouldnât be enough.â
He presses his cheek to the top of your head. âYou should do what makes you happy.â
âYou used to make me happy.â
The soft strokes against your spine slow.Â
âYou did, Har,â you tell him. âSo happy. Thatâs why I hated that we started fighting all of the time. I hated that you were gone or that I was gone or the fact that I was too ashamed to tell you that I missed you. And that I was scared we were losing each other.â
âMaybe we needed to lose each other,â he says and you feel sick. âMaybe we needed to be apart to see what we really wanted.â
You think about this. The idea sounds nice. Inviting. A happy end to a rather dreadful story.
But you both know better. Five months has taught you better.
âThereâs a reason we broke up,â you finally murmur. âWe didnâtâŠwe didnât like each other anymore. We were holding each other backââ
âI liked you,â he says softly. âI loved you. Yeah, I was mad, but I didnât just stop loving you.âÂ
âMaybe you should have. Maybe it would have been easier for us and we wouldnât beâŠhere.â
More silence. It stretches for what feels like hours.
And then, âI canât sleep because of you.â
You suck in a quiet breath. âWhat?â
âWhen Josie told me that you were seeing someone, I couldnâtâŠI couldnât stop thinking about it. And she showed me a picture she took of you guys and you were so happy. Smiling at him like you used to smile at me and I justâŠI didnât know what to do.â
Another pause. You donât know what to say.
âI put my fist through a wall,â he tells you. âAnd somehow, that still didnât hurt as much as knowing youâd moved on.â
You snake your arm around his middle and snuggle closer. âHarry, you knew we both had to move on eventually.â
âDid we?â
âHarryâŠâ
âBut so soon? Itâs only been five months.â
âYeah. Five months to grieve you and cry over you and realize I did this for you.â You close your eyes. Tight. âWeâre better people now.â
âNo, weâre tired people now,â he teases, and you smile. âAnd I think Iâll be losing sleep over you for the rest of my life.â
âDonât say that.â
âI mean it. Iâm always gonna think about you. Think about what I did wrong. What I could have done better.â
âI fucked up, too,â you argue. âI should have told my parents. And our friends. I should have talked to you more, asked you to do more things together. Youâre right, I was ashamed of you. Of thisâŠroutine weâd fallen into. And Iâm sorry.â
He says nothing. After all, thereâs nothing more to say.
But he kisses the crown of your head and it speaks louder than any words.
âFuckâŠfuck, Poppy, pleaseââ
You grin as you lick your lips. Heâs always sounded the most beautiful when heâs begging. And his best begging always tends to happen when his cock is down your throat.Â
âWhat, Daddy?â you ask innocently. âWhat do you need me to do?â
His eyes roll back and he grips the sheets in his fist. âPleaseâŠâ
You reposition yourself over his legs as you dip back down to have another taste. You lick and you suck and you stroke until heâs making another strained noise that sounds like sex.
You hope your neighbors can hear. You bet they missed him.
âGood boy,â you purr, squeezing his thighs as you take him even further.Â
He sucks in a sharp breath through gritted teeth before his hand finds your hair and he squeezes. âEasyâŠeasy, baby. Sâbeen a while. Donât hurt yourselfââ
You respond to his instruction by inhaling through your nose and relaxing the muscles in your throat. Allowing him to hit the back the way he always used to.
His head drops into the pillows. âShitâPoppy, I mean it. Mânot gonna fuck your throat. Itâs gonna hurt and I donât wanna hurt you anymore.â
Itâs an oddly thoughtful gesture but it does nothing for you now. Instead, you shake your head and pull off, a string of saliva dripping down his cock in your wake. âIâm fine, H. Trust me, I can take it.â
âYeah?â He pushes up onto his elbows. âIs Crocs with Tube Socks hung or something?â
You grin. âNo. But that dildo you got me last year is.â
He blinks. âYouâŠfucking hell, you fuck your throat with that?â
âMhm.â You swirl your tongue around his tip as he curses. âAnd then I fuck myself. And I pretend itâs you.â
He tightens his hold on your hair and forces your eyes back to his. âAre you serious?â
You nod, now feeling a touch shy as you wipe your mouth with your knuckles. âYeahâŠI know thatâsâŠprobably weird, butâŠI mean, you got it for me, so I thought Iâd be weirder to think about someone elseââ
âNo, itâsâŠâ He stops. Struggles. âShit, I really needed to hear that.â
âOh, you did, huh?âÂ
âYeah. I wouldnât want you to think about anyone else when you used it, either. Itâs got my fucking initials on it.â
You laugh, louder than you mean to and it makes him grin. âYeah, it does, doesnât it? It was a pretty good gift, Iâll admit.â
âSâa fucking perfect gift,â he retorts. âWe had a lot of fun with that dildo.â
âWe did indeed.â
âBut apparently not as much fun as youâre having with it.â
âFucking myself helps me sleep,â you remind him. âSo sometimes itâs necessity.â
âIs that right?âÂ
âMhm.â You squeeze the base and he twitches. âYou used to watch me. Remember?â
âI do.â His eyes get darker. âDo you fuck yourself a lot?â
ââŠthese days, yeah. Apparently, I canât sleep all that well, either.â
âAnd does it work?â
âMost of the time, yeah.â You turn your attention back to his cock in order to avoid his curiosity before you quietly admit, âSometimes I pretend youâre here. Sleeping next to me. AndâŠthat helps, too.â
He reaches for your wrist and pulls your attention back. âPoppyââ
âNo, donât look at me like that, itâs dumbââ
âI imagine you, too.â
You blink. âYou do?â
âEvery night. Except the past couple weeks. Cause now I just think about you and him. And then I canât fucking sleep.â
You turn your hand so your fingers brush through his. âShit. Weâre a mess.â
He smiles. âYeah.â
The conversation falls away as you dip back down to resume your work. Squeezing his balls, moaning as you take him on your tongue, and milking him for every last drop.Â
Turns out, you missed the taste of him, too.
Morning comes before either of you find a moment of rest. But you can feel yourself growing tired. Your eyelids are beginning to droop, and your body feels incredibly spent.Â
Turns out, round 4 is where the magic happened. He brought out your favorite vibrator and teased your poor, swollen clit with it until you squirted. It was easy and quick and he seemed rather delighted to be bathed in you.
Until, of course, you insist on an actual bath to clean you both.
The shower felt good. The warm water washing away the sticky sweat on your skin. And the two of you fell back into a similar routine. He ran the soap down your arms and you washed his curls with your favorite shampoo. A shampoo he claimed he looked everywhere for after you broke up but could never find.
He said he missed the smell. The way it made his hair so soft. And the way it would make his pillowcase smell just like you.
You were grateful that the shower hid your tears.
You both crashed on the couch after you had dried off. The sheets still needed to be cleaned and neither of you could be bothered. But, as it turned out, the couch was growing on him. And he begrudgingly admitted it was rather comfy as the two of you curled up in your usual spot.Â
You know youâre both close to sleep. Finally, after all your efforts to get here. But you also know that once you wake up, Harry will leave.Â
And thereâs a chance you wonât see him again.
You know that nothing has changed. The two of you still want different things, even if you want each other. And you hate that thatâs not enough. That what you want and what you should want donât align.
Instead, heâll move on with his life and youâll move on with yours.
But you donât want to learn how to fall asleep without him.
âMake me a deal,â you whisper.
He hums. Lashes shut tight as the morning light slips in through the window. âWhat?â
âIf I wake up, and youâre still hereâŠwe do this again. NotâŠas a couple. But as two broken humans that find rest with each other.â
His eyes open.
âBut if youâre gone,â you continue, âthen we donât. We donât do it again, we donât see each other again, we donât reach out again. We cut ties. Officially. Block and move on. For real.â
He seems saddened by this, and you hate that youâve made him sad. But you both know itâs for the best. This wonât be sustainable in the long run. And maybe itâs a bad idea to continue at all, but maybe you want to hold on to him anyway. At least for a little while.
Even if itâs just as friends.
Exes.
Two broken humans that used to make each other whole.
His lips press together and he nods once. âDeal,â he agrees, and you can tell by the look on his face, heâs already made a decision.
You arenât sure which way, but you suppose youâll find out soon enough. So, you allow your eyes to fall shut and your dreams to take hold. Melting into his arms and into the sofa as you finally find sleep quicker than you have in months.
Youâre not sure how long youâre out. It feels like hours. A heavy slumber that leaves you rather refreshed as your eyes eventually flutter open.Â
You donât see Harry as you slowly adjust to your surroundings. And you donât feel him, either. But youâre too afraid to really look. To sit up and realize that heâs gone. For good.
And then, just when you think youâve lost himâŠyou hear the most beautiful sound in the world.
âGood morning, Poppy.â
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AAAAA THIS IS SO NICE!!! I'm giggling?? Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to say something so sweet đđđ
The Mine Masterlist
MafiaBoss!Harry x You
*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!đ*
~ Mine* (Pt. 1)
Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession.
But he's found the perfect way to make it right.
~ Ours* (Pt. 2)
Harry has arranged a phone-call with one of his most notorious enemies.
Lucky for you, youâve got a front row seat to the show.
His cock.
~ Yours* (Pt. 3)
Harry is out of town when you need him most.
And Harry is never one to leave you unsatisfied.
So, he calls in his right-hand man to help.
~ Theirs* (Pt. 4)
Harry has returned home after being away.
The first thing on his agenda?
Your punishment.
~ Hers* (Final Part)
Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has made you a deal.
Two cocks for the price of one. He'll share you with Asher. For one night. And one night only.
And all you have to do? Be good and take it.
The Extras:
~ Remedy*
You've been feeling a little empty and needy lately.
Thankfully, your mafia boss boyfriend happens to have the perfect remedy.
~ Pillowtalk*
Save a horse, ride a pillow.
Turns out, Harry isn't always so forgiving.
~ Red*
The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, comes home covered in wounds and bruises.
And the sight is more than you can handle.
(CW: Use of a safeword!)
~ Lost
Harry's worst nightmare has finally come true:
You've been taken.
And he plans to do everything in his power to find you.
~ Found
The one where Harry has to put you in danger in order to keep you safe.
~ Home
The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has finally gotten you back.
But everything is about to change.
~ Scream* (Halloween Extra)
The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, plans out a Fall Day of Fun.
Scary movies included.
The Blurbs:
~ The one where Harry makes you ride his thigh in the middle of a crowded restaurant*
~ The one where Harry is determined to make you pay, Christmas Trees be damned*
~ The one where you aren't feeling so hot and Harry and Asher just want to help*
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in hindsight i feel like that last ask sounded rudeđđobviously im not expecting or demanding u to write anything i just meant that i remember u said u wanted to write that
sorry if that came off as mean:â)
Omg no not at all HAHAH I KNEW WHAT YOU MEANT!! I def do want to write it but since it's gonna be longer, I kind of wanted to put it off until I'd had time to write it!! But then it turned out that I didn't write either of them alsfjd BUT I WILL!!! Maybe this weekend if that's still okay?? At least the Knockout blurb!!
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Thank youuu!!âșïžâșïžand please spam away, we love you over heređ„șâșïž. I adore you too and youâre welcome.
Im doing good thank you. Iâm taking a break from doing my assignments and Iâm currently playing uno with my friend who came to visit me but none of us know how to shuffle wellđ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
How is your day going?? What meals have you made today??
Omg fun!!! Oh same, I'm the worst at shuffling, I had to get one of the automatic ones and it's honestly not very good HAHAH
I'm good!! Yesterday I made a little strawberry and lime mocktail and smash burgers!! Today I'm thinking twice baked potatoes!!
What about you?? Is your day going all right?? đ
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oh my god???
yes yes yes i am so fucking excuted for that knockout blurb oh my god i was expecting the dom sub fic but this is literally just as great
oh my godhshakgnakfkalz
HAHAHAH both are still def on the table!!! I honestly just go off of which I have more motivation to write!! BUT DOM/SUB IS STILL DEF HAPPENING!!
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while i really hope you won't leave tumblr for good i just wanted to thank you for sharing all of your writing with us! you can't imagine how much joy reading your stories has brought me â€ïž
i've had a few rough months mental health wise and reading your fics makes me forget everything for a little while đ„č
wheter you decide to leave tumblr or not i'll be eternally grateful being able to read your stories â€ïž
AAA stop you're so insanely sweet!!! I'm so sorry you've had some rough few months but I'm so proud of you for coming through them and continuing to be so kind, despite everything!! This entire message has me grinning from ear to ear, I kid you not đâ„ïž
ALSO thank you to everyone who's taken the time to check on me!!! I can't tell you how much it's meant đđđđđđđ I know I haven't really answered much but please know every message and ask is being held tight against my heart and I will be looking at them forever!!!! FOR.EV.ER!!!
It's definitely not happening soon soon!!! I think I'm just ready to close my chapter on Tumblr?? Maybe?? Although I'll probably still be lurking so I can keep reading ALFJDSF
I'm so eternally grateful for you đ„č
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how have u beennnnn:))
Hi my love!!! I've been good, how about you?? đ
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EEEE SO PROUD OF YOU DREEA!! This is so exciting and I can't wait to have a moment to read it soon!! But proud of you and excited always! đđđ
Daddy issues- Masterlist, Authorâs Note & Warnings
extra / alternatively, read on wattpad
*timeline: somewhere after the main story
Piccolo amore (word count: 8k) -updated 8th of April 2024
You donât know how this ever escaped you before, but as it turned out, Harry had quite the thing for travelling. As a divorced, smoking hot, young DILF (well, he was a father after all), Harry had eventually embraced his freedom after enough years had passed for him to actually start enjoying life again. He had limited visitation rights for his small daughter, Emily, so what was a divorced, smoking hot, young DILF to do other than to travel, namely through Europe, although some of his other favourite destinations had been as far away as Japan.
He was 27 when he first stepped foot in Italy, and, according to Harry, it was love at first sight. Had it not been for Emily, heâd have moved indefinitely, thatâs how much he loved it there. He took extended trips though, and had even started to learn some Italian, practising everytime he stayed for as long as 2 months at a time.Â
As time went on though, his interior design business really took off back in the US and his growing daughter needed his presence in her life more and more, despite her motherâs interference and efforts to alienate them. Time had flown, and here he was, 43 now and no longer single this time around as he returned after countless years.Â
But very much still a smoking hot DILF.
âŠTuscany, Italy. Literal heaven on earth. You hadnât bought the plane tickets back yet, but you were in no hurry to leave.Â
Itâd been a journey, getting here. And you didnât just mean Tuscany.
It hadnât been easy.
Days had trickled by seamlessly. Youâd lost track of how long youâd been here for. It was a haze of sleeping in, sunbathing, afternoon naps, decadent food and sweaty, delicious sex.
Looking at him on the wheel of the convertible heâd rented for your stay there, your heart felt like it could inflate enough to break out of your chest. His curls were a delicious mess, he was all tanned and bright eyes as he glanced at you from time to time to flash one of those trademark smiles of his your way. The sun was setting so youâd taken his sunnies off, making him chuckle. âJust wanna look at you properly.â
âLook at the scenery! You can always ogle me but youâre not gonna have this view every day.â
âAll I want is you every day.â Yes, Tuscany was breathtaking but whenever you tried to remind yourself to take it all in you inadvertently found yourself settling your eyes back on Harry. How could you, when there was a time, not long ago, when you thought youâd never lay eyes on him ever again?
He squeezed your thigh, his hand in your lap as always and you kept caressing his knuckles, probably doing a great job at polishing his rings as a result. He had to keep his eyes on the road, since these were unfamiliar places you were exploring almost on the daily and almost every road was as narrow as the last.
He flipped his palm over yours, interlacing your fingers, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it gently. He then placed it over his heart and you giggled as he pulled you almost completely over to his side in doing so. He let go then, chuckling in return but you kept your arm extended, and ran the back of your hand along the side of his face, caressing his cheekbone, then his ear, running your fingers through his hair a bit, then down his sharp jawline,admiring his perfect profile.Â
âI love you, you know,â you nearly murmured, and with the loud sportscar engine you werenât sure heâd even heard you.Â
But he did. Had he still been wearing his sunglasses you probably wouldâve missed the way his eyes glazed over, slowly growing sparkly in the sunset light. âBaby⊠none of that. Come on, let me see that handsome smile again.â
âI am smiling. Iâm always smiling nowadays. Always. No matter what happens, my default state is happy, because youâre here. I just get emotional sometimes⊠never tire of you saying that. Never stop, please.â
It was your turn to get teary eyed. âBaby⊠never. Iâll never stop saying it, feeling it, showing you how much I love you. All the times I wished I could tell you and couldnât⊠never taking a day for granted ever again.â
Harry was pulling over, having entered the town you were passing through to get to the small quaint village where youâd rented out a villa for your stay, and before you could ask why, he leaned over and kissed you senseless. This was another thing youâd never tire of. Harry never kissed just for the hell of it. He put his all into every single kiss, be it small, chaste peck or full on make-out session. âMy little love. Letâs have gelato for dessert and then Iâm taking you home to love on you, howâs that sound?â
âCan we skip the gelato?â
Harry chuckled. âDarling, are you really passing up ice cream so that I could fuck you sooner?â
âDuh. Feel like licking something else. And creampies are better than icecreams. Come onnnâŠ.â
Harry laughed out loud at that. âYouâre a menace. Up you get before you talk me into this.â
You rolled your eyes playfully but he was already at the passenger door opening it for you then reaching over to the backseat to grab your jacket. It could get chilly even in the warm summer evenings sometimes. He kept it in his one hand and held yours in his other as you began your slow stroll through the nice little town, but Harry seemed to know where you were headed.
âYou got a specific place in mind?â
âMhm. Used to come here often back in the day. Hope itâs still running, they had the best gelato. A⊠uhm, local brought me there, so you know itâs the real deal.â
âA local, huh?â You teased. Of course you knew what Harry must have been up to on his trips here when he was younger. Nothing wrong about it, of course, and you felt silly for being ever so slightly jealous over it. Part of you wished you couldâve been together much earlier on, but of course, the age difference wouldâve made it impossible anyway. You two had met at exactly the right time. Even so, sometimes you felt nostalgic over the lost time you couldâve had together had things been different. Some of which was just life⊠and some of it, your own doing.
âSignor Harry!â
Your eyes widened at the interaction between the two men, snapping out of your train of thought, the guilt ebbing away but never really going away, ever.Â
You couldnât understand Italian, but Harry was still pretty fluent, at least conversationally. He understood it more than he could speak it, at least thatâs what he claimed, but ever since youâd arrived in Tuscany he only spoke Italian to everyone he interacted with. You just sat back and admired him, Italian sounded hot as fuck coming out of his mouth. You could tell there was always some sort of talk about you going on with the way the people he was speaking to kept looking at you; and the little you did understand- âbellissimaâ, âragazzaâ, âamanteâ- you knew that was in reference to you.Â
This instance was no different, the old man heâd encountered behind the gelato stand seemingly very interested in knowing more about you. Lord knows what Harry was telling them, they all had the same excited reaction, shaking his hand and patting him on the back, sometimes theyâd wink at you and itâd make you all flustered.Â
âPiccolo amore, what flavors would you like, hm?â He pulled you closer into his side.
âHar, theyâre all in ItalianâŠâ
He pointed at each, translating for you. âBourbon vanilla, but I guess you got that, Belgian chocolate too, ummm, rum and raisins, strawberries, mint chocolate chip, lemon, meringue,...â he clarified with the older man and then continued âfigs, pistachio, dark chocolate, crĂšme brĂ»lĂ©eââ
âOh gosh, stop, I canât even keep track of so many⊠just get me what you think Iâll like, alright? What are you getting? Mint chocolate chip?â
âDuh,â he mimicked you from earlier and smothered a kiss on the top of your head, then gave the old man your order. Heâd gotten a cone with two scoops for you, which he handed over promptly. âThere you go, lovie. I got you dark chocolate and pistachio.â
âPerfect,â you beamed.Â
âSorry, they didnât have creampie.â
You nearly choked on your first taste of the icecream but promptly remembered the older man probably didnât know what that was. Hopefully. Or if it sounded familiar heâd probably think of an apple pie with extra whipped cream, or something. Hopefully.
âItâs ok, thatâs what you wouldâve wanted anyway,â you teased and gave him a pointed look. Heâd slurped you clean from behind as recently as that morning. He pinched your hip he was resting his hand on then diverted his attention to his double scoop of mint chocolate chip, on a cone just like yours. Harry exchanged some more pleasantries with the old man, as well as paid for the gelato, then after you waved at him politely you resumed your stroll through the old historical town.
Harry loved throwing his arm over your shoulders, or better yet, keeping a firm hold of the back of your neck as you walked. Heâd always been possessive of you, and, if anything, he was even more so in Italy where men had a distinct way of ogling women, even catcalling- something theyâd never dream of doing with Harry by your side, of course, but their eyes roamed freely scanning you head to toe, and you could feel it everywhere you went. Harry mustâve been hyper aware of it too, maybe more so than you were, because he would snake his hand into your hair and angle your head sufficiently to kiss you- the minty, cold feel of his tongue against yours novel and refreshing. Or even slide his large palm in the back pocket of your jeans, giving your bum a firm squeeze every now and then. âLove this plump arse.â
You puffed through your nostrils, âyou better, itâs your fault itâs getting so big. First that fancy pasta and wine for dinner, not gelato, and itâs been like this ever since we got here. I barely buttoned up these jeans today. Gonna have to resort to just wearing my sundresses.â
âYouâll hear no complaints here. Besides, I did say Iâd feed you and plump you up, didnât I? Youâre about the same as you were when we first met. Perfect.â
He was right. Youâd lost a significant amount of weight in an unhealthy way during your time apart. And he was looking so much healthier too. Happier.Â
âYouâre beautiful either way, Y/N. I just want you healthy and happy. And I know for a fact pasta makes you happy, soâŠâ he shrugged playfully and you kissed his dimple. You knew he was thinking about the same things you were.
It was hard letting go of the past. You couldnât erase the time apart and the damage itâd done to both of you and your relationship. But for the past 5 months youâd been rebuilding it, day after day, brick by brick. Some days were tough. Especially at the beginning. Itâd taken a lot of love, patience and understanding on both sides to get where you were now.Â
But it was always in the back of your mind.Â
You still woke up in the middle of the night, startled, somehow back in those crappy places you used to rent out while youâd been on the run. Only for Harry to tighten his hold around your middle, kiss your shoulder gently and reassure you he was there and he wasnât going anywhere. Ever.Â
Harry battled insomnia for a long while, something heâd suffered with while youâd been apart and couldnât seem to shake off. It reached a point where he now was struggling not to doze off while softening, still inside of you, cuddling in your post orgasmic bliss, before he could clean both of you up. Took a lot of night-long marathons to get there, but it did the trick. The flipside was you calling him an old man. But what else was new?
It still felt weird drinking wine by yourself at dinner, since Harry was now completely sober. Had been since heâd found you waiting on his doorstep. Heâd struggled with it at first. Itâs hard giving up alcohol cold turkey especially considering itâd gotten to the point where he got into the habit of getting wasted and getting himself into trouble while youâd been apart. Just to⊠feel something.Â
You didnât know how heâd done it, but he hadnât had a sip since youâd been back into his eyes. You knew it mustâve been really difficult, but he kept the struggle to himself. Focused on you and your fragile relationship.
Itâd been particularly hard that one time when you went out with his extended group of friends for Halloween and he found himself in a social setting where everyone was drinking around him, for the first time in a long while. And that wouldâve been manageable had he not had to watch a new addition to the group give you a hickey, in a game of truth or dare. You still remember how hard itâd been for Harry to reign it in that night- not just the need for alcohol but also keeping himself in check, doing his best to calm down in the bathroom and then leave the party inconspicuously before anyone got hurt. He tried to hide it from you but you found him in time to help him as best you could. You never wanted him to feel like he had to tackle all his demons alone.Â
That had been the biggest hurdle so far, but heâd made it through sans incident and you were so proud of him. You didnât care giving up drinking for his sake if it meant it wouldnât be a trigger for him, but he assured you that you could indulge whenever you felt like it and that it wasnât your fault he had to give it up completely.Â
You could argue that it was, in fact, your fault. You had argued. You two didnât see eye to eye on this at all, Harry insisting he wasnât going to let you take the responsibility for it all: after all, his daughter had caused it all to spiral out of control- he shouldâve told her off, been more assertive, taken control of the situation; hell, he shouldâve raised her better!
But you tried your best not to go there, the two of you. Not anymore. Youâd talked things out for a long while, and just decided it was better not to keep bringing up the hurtful past. There was no use anymore. Youâd both learned your lessons from it and it was time to live in the moment. Create new, happy memories, that someday, maybe soon, would completely make up for those 17 months in which youâd both just⊠existed, at most.
And even when you got teary eyed, like earlier in the car, you didnât have to speak the words to know what the other was trying to convey and how it all still hurt so much sometimes that it felt like the present was a sweet dream, a bubble ready to burst anytime, only for the two of you to wake up each in their own miserable existence, apart and alone.
It still hurt. You both still hurt, but you couldnât change the past. So instead of pretending it never happened, you acknowledged it, and acted on it the best way you could, doting on eachother with as much love as you could.
Therapy helped a lot. Gave you the tools to work through it and turn it into a valuable lesson, if anything.Â
âYou make me happy.â
He kissed the top of your head in response, âthink itâs time to head back home. Youâre getting needier by the minute.â
You squinted your eyes at him. âWell, excuse me for being a loving girlfriend I guess.â
âOh, I know you are, baby. And I love it. But whenever you get like this I just know youâre gonna get all whiny and bratty if I donât fill you up soon. Hm? Am I wrong? Youâre gonna tell me you donât feel all achy already?â
You huffed. Darnit. He knew you all too well.Â
âAnd then if I donât act on it quick enough you turn bratty. So câmon.â He placed your jacket heâd been carrying for you over your shoulders, âitâs getting a bit chilly, too.â
Harry was right, as always. You found yourself squirming on the ride back to the villa, rubbing your thighs together. Sure, the wine always got you a bit needy. But youâd acted pretty needy the whole trip. You were just so content and he looked so good and tan and radiant whenever he smiled, he spoke Italian in that low timbre, he fed you goodies and took you to see beautiful places, and then on top if it all he fucked you good and made you feel so loved and appreciated.Â
You just couldnât help it. Your dynamic had shifted slightly ever since youâd gotten back together. Heâd always been dominant but now you just naturally stepped wholly into your feminine energy in his presence, letting him take over completely- and not just in bed. You were his and handed yourself over to him fully. And it was palpable. You knew he could feel it too.Â
However, he was right about you getting bratty if he didnât shower you in affection the moment you craved it. Be it because you were in a public setting or what, sometimes you wished you could just hop in his lap and forget about everything and everyone around. He made you crazy with want and need and you were still growing to learn this side of yourself, as he was learning to manage it. You trusted him to lead the way.
You just got impatient sometimes. Maybe a bit bratty even, as he put it.
You scooted closer to him, as far as your seatbelt allowed, and reached to kiss his jaw. You didnât just stop after a loud smooch though, no, you started mouthing and nibbling at his jawline, licking your way up to his ear and making him shiver. He was cleanshaven, and you took full advantage.
âJust a gentle reminder that Iâm driving a motorised vehicle, sweetheart.â
âI know. You always focus and prioritise our safety, driving so aptly down these narrow roads. And then when weâre on longer strips ahead you really hit the gas, so that my hair can fly all wild the way I like and I can throw my hands up and almost feel like Iâm flying, and the car is all horsepower and you look like sex personified.â You brought your hand to his lap and began rubbing dangerously closer and closer to his crotch.
âY/N,...â he warned.
âWhat? I canât help it. Whenever you rev the engine it tickles me, daddy⊠can feel it in my pussy. Now Iâm all drippy.â
âTold you youâd turn into a whiny brat. Scoot back in your seat and be a good girl for daddy. Go on, donât make me ask you twice.â
You huffed irritatedly and did as instructed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking out the window at the scenery trying to distract yourself. It was dark out now and Harry had pulled the top on the convertible, so you really didnât understand what the big deal was. You couldâve at least given him a handjobâŠ
But finally, finally you got to the villa and as soon as Harry shut the door behind you, you literally jumped his bones, making him chuckle between the kisses you were peppering his whole face with.
âUff, needy puppy. Whatâs gotten into you, hm? Youâre extra lovesick today. Didnât I fuck you good and proper this morning? Iâm certain you remember it since you had to mention it in front of poor Luciano. Heâs 79 you know. What if heâd had a heart attack?â
You gasped in mock offence, âexcuse me?! Youâre the one who brought it up!â
âI sure did, wanna see?â
You pushed at his shoulder at his stupid pun as he brought you to the bedroom. He was unfazed of course, you couldnât budge him if you wanted to, and instead threw you onto the bed with a bounce as if you were a throw pillow heâd been carrying, not his âplumped-upâ girlfriend.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, a sight youâd never tire of and you squirmed gawking at him before he pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed and peeled your jeans off. âUfff, look at this weepy little pussy. You made a mess of these panties, Y/N,â he tsked and it only made you grow wetter. You loved it when he teased and even humiliated you a bit. âSo, are you gonna answer me or not? What got you so cockdumb, darling, hm? Was it the wine?â
âNo,â you whined, âyou know I only had two glasses⊠itâs not that. Plus I ate enough carbs to make up for it, anyway.â
âThen what is it, hm?â He rubbed his hands up and down your legs, kneeling at the foot of the bed, and then pushed your knees to your chest, running his large palms over the back of your thighs.
You threw your head back against the mattress in anticipation and whined pathetically. He was right. You really were extra sensitive tonight. âIâm⊠I guess Iâm ovulating. That must be it.â
Harry groaned deep in his chest and plunged nose first into the fabric of your panties, inhaling deeply. âYou smell so heady whenever you ovulate, you know that? Pussy so fragrant, makes my mouth water.â
Youâd not gotten back on birth control after so long off it. After a long while of relying on condoms you decided to ditch those, too. Harry pulled out most times, but, since creampies were obviously a hot topic in this relationship, you did ask him to finish inside you occasionally.
Lately it had been more often than not.
You both knew the implications of it, had discussed it. Hell, Harry definitely had a breeding kink to start off with, had had it even while youâd been on birth control since having this kink didnât necessarily imply actually wanting to get you pregnant.Â
Heâd expressed it was definitely more than just a kink though, and that heâd only ever felt this way about you. But it was up to you. He already had a kid, all grown up now ( even though Emily was still a delicate topic between the two of you). But you were young and he wasnât too old to be a father by any means, you had time along the line for this, there was no rush, and there were no expectations either way. That being said, he did express his desire to have children with you if you deemed him worthy of it and if you even saw yourself as a mother someday.
Youâd not made up your mind about it, however. You were open to the possibility, but definitely not actively trying for a baby, not yet at least. You still felt like you needed more time together just the two of you.
But the way he spoke to you whenever he talked about fantasising knocking you up really got to you. And he felt so good fucking you raw, felt so good filling you up. It felt so natural and your body craved it, craved all of it. It was primal, and you knew it, but it felt so good to just listen to what your bodies dictated instinctually.
You mewled and felt him pull your panties to the side, âfuck, Y/N. Youâre drenched, baby. Why didnât you tell daddy it was this bad, hm? Wouldâve eaten you out in the restaurantâs bathroom or something.â
It wouldnât have been the first time, either. No better than a couple of horny teenagers, really.Â
His mouth on you was divine, as always. You often wondered if other men even knew how to eat pussy the way Harry did. Seemed like some sort of special talent you were either born with or doomed to live without. He knew what you liked and needed better than you did. How else would anyone explain that you could never dream of getting yourself off the way Harry did?Â
He pushed your knees further back and really dug in after he promptly peeled your panties off of you. You wanted to beg for him to sink into you but you knew Harry never left a job unfinished, and whenever he ate you out he never left from between your legs until they were shaking and you came on his tongue at least twice, out of which at least once using his fingers also to open you up for him properly. Because, still, after all this time, you couldnât really take Harry without some sort of warm-up, no matter how drippy you were for him. It was a struggle fitting him in whenever you tended to forgo foreplay, and that was something you fully enjoyed too. Loved the pain that came with him slowly feeding that massive cock of his into you, trying to make it fit inch by delicious inch. But that was for when you were either in a hurry of some sort and desperately needed to squeeze in a quickie, or for when he was feeling particularly mean dom-ish. You rarely got to experience Harry in that mindspace though, and even then he was never hurting you really. It was just a lot rougher and because it was such a rare treat, it was secretly your favourite.
This time, however, youâd seemingly forgotten how Harry had warned you not to get bratty. âNot in a hurry, baby. Gonna feast on this pussy for as long as I damn well please. After all, you know how much I love edging you, and you do need to be punished, hm? Brats donât get to come. At least not until daddy says so. Youâve been warned, Y/N.â
âBut daddyâŠ.â you whined pathetically, âIâve been on edge all day, you canât do this, not now⊠please!â
âShouldâve been patient, baby. Told you Iâd take care of you when we got back. And I did take care of you this morning, youâre acting like a spoiled brat. Canât have that can we?â
You kicked your legs a bit and Harry delivered a harsh slap to your bum followed by another swifter one to your pussy, making you keen and pant heavily. âDonât test me, Y/N. You wanna come? Then be a good girl and take it. Begging doesnât hurt either.â
You did take it, as best you could. And you did beg. You needed to come desperately but Harry kept edging you for what mustâve been at least over half an hour, although it felt like hours on end.
Then, you decided to switch tactics. Try and play on his own desires.Â
âUgh, daddy, please, please fill me up. My pussy needs it, I need to be full. Need it so much. Need your big fat cock to ram into my cervix over and over again. Need to feel you in my tummy. And my tits feel so heavy and tender, at least show them some love, daddy. Please⊠ovulating is making me feel crazy⊠My body needs you to mark it every way you can, daddy. PleaseâŠâ
Harry chuckled sardonically against your pussy, making you tremble but you knew better than to get lost in the feeling and let yourself come without permission. âI know what youâre doing, sweetheart. What a desperate, filthy little thing, playing with me this way. You really must want it bad to taunt daddy like this.â
âI do, daddy, I do, I swear I do⊠Iâd do anything. Just tell me and Iâll do it. All I want is for you to fill me up to the brim and then keep going. Cause I know you can, Iâve seen you do it⊠I love how you stay hard for me even after you finish, pumping your come back into me again and again and then going all night long until you have me choke on you so that you could unload down my throat this time⊠please, want it again daddy, I know you can⊠donât you want to? Doesnât have to be my mouth the second time around, you can come inside me again, make it catch. Knock me up. Tie me down.â
Harry groaned loudly this time around and pushed your thighs apart, hovering over you whilst his hand went directly around your neck, squeezing enough for you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. He eased up a little for you to focus your gaze back on him before he licked his lips, your juices all over his face that heâd shaved clean that very afternoon before youâd left for dinner. You loved how he did that sometimes, just as much as you loved his stubble. It was a nice switch and he looked just as handsome either way, you couldnât make up your mind which you preferred more. However, you did feel grateful heâd shaved before edging you like this for so long, otherwise youâd have been sure to chafe a bit from all the friction his stubble wouldâve inflicted.
âCareful, sweetheart. Youâre playing with fire. You know all too well Iâd love nothing more than to fuck a baby into you. I already creampied you this morning, weâre on dangerous territory as it is.â
He was right. You knew he was. But in that moment, fuck it if you cared. If anything, you two had learned how to just be, live in the moment. Tomorrow wasnât guaranteed.
âAll I know is that I want you, all of you. Forever. Whatever that means. Letâs just⊠be.â
Harry pressed his lips against you and kissed you thoroughly. Heâd long since undressed as well, stroking himself languidly every now and then as he ate you out. He didnât edge himself, youâre the one who needed to be punished, but he just couldnât help himself. He wanted to be inside of you just as much as you did. But Harry had one thing you lacked which was self control and thatâs one of the things that made him such an apt dom in the bedroom.
So, it was easy to slip right inside of you, your pussy swallowing him up hungrily and squeezing him tightly, lest he pulled away. It was such a heady feeling finally being full after craving it for what felt like ages that heâd been edging you, and it only took a few minutes and his permission for you to come hard all over him, making a mess of both of you and the bedding. Luckily the villa had another bedroom youâd not used yet so you didnât have to worry about changing the bedsheets before you went to sleep.
âThatâs it, baby, fucking drench me. Fuck, you were ready to burst werenât you? My poor darling. Daddy really did a number on you tonight. Gonna keep on coming for me, really open you up for me. Howâs that sound? Weâre gonna go from edging to overstimulating this poor, sopping pussy.â
You cried out real tears of pleasure as he was dirty talking all throughout your orgasm, never slowing down, no reprieve. He was hellbent on going from one extreme to the other. âGonna open you up real good, push myself in so deep youâll feel it for days. You wanted all night? Iâll give you all night.â
Harry didnât let up. Had you coming on his cock over and over again, your orgasms closer and closer together the longer he went. Flipped you around on your hands and knees, then your stomach, then onto your side, and when you were ready to pass out⊠the sadistic bastard made you ride him.Â
You did your best for a good two minutes, until he huffed mockingly. âWhatâs the matter, sweetheart, thought you wanted to go all night long. Youâre barely moving. Thatâs not very nice, after you begged me to give you my cock for so long.â
You got whiny and frustrated at his teasing tone and really did your best but your thighs were already shaky from all those orgasms, you simply couldnât muster up the strength. Harry kept mocking you, sitting back, hands behind his head âno better than a pillow princess, look at you. You shouldnât talk the talk if you canât walk the walk, baby.â
âDaddy⊠please⊠I canâtâŠâ
âI know you canât. What, you want daddy to do all the work, hm? Nothing but a hole to come into, thatâs what you wanna be? Do you think this is what all those Italian women Luciano saw me with year after year did once I brought them back with me for the night? PfffâŠâ
âDaddy!!!â You cried out. âYouâre being cruelâŠâ
âAm I? I havenât even finished once and you want me to keep going after that, meanwhile you canât even ride me properly. Silly girl⊠claimed you wanted me to breed you. Want to be a mother? Gotta be a woman first, learn how to satisfy your man.â He reached over and smacked your bum, which propelled you further, almost dismounting him.
However, the tears that immediately flooded your eyes took you by surprise. This was not the first time Harry had degraded you in bed. You loved it and he knew you did. It was a rare treat, just like him getting rougher with you, which he hadnât tonight. You usually got off embarrassingly quickly to it, and you knew heâd never say anything with the intention of hurting you.Â
Harry laughed sardonically but when you pulled back up whatever heâd been gearing up to say got lodged in his throat when he saw the tears gleaming in your eyes, your hands crossing and going to your throat protectively as you straightened up. He immediately pulled out and sat you on his lap, scrambling to cradle you to his chest. âFuck, baby, you know I meant none of thatâ you know that! We were playing. You usually love it when I degrade you a bit⊠Iâm such a silly man. Shouldâve known better than to go there.âÂ
He spoke softly, caressing and petting you all over, rocking the both of you back and forth and shushing you as you still hiccuped your tears against his chest. âI know⊠I know you didnât mean it, but⊠I just⊠I was already wondering about them since we got here, Iâve been meaning to ask about what yoâ what you used to do when youâd come down here, but I was too much of a coward. Iâ I got really upset just thinking about it. I know itâs silly⊠and itâs probably whatâs been making me so needy, even before I began ovulating⊠I just canât stand the thought. And knowing what⊠I meanâ when we were apart⊠ughh. I just canât stomach it, Harry. You were entitled to⊠You were single after all⊠in all of those instances⊠but⊠but, youâre mine, andâŠâ
âI am yours. Iâm yours, Y/N. I pushed it too far⊠I know your legs are all shaky, I made you ride me on purpose just to mess with you a bit,⊠but I took it too far.â Feeling you calm down ever so slightly, he pulled away and made you look at him, pushing your hair behind your ears and smudging your tears away. âNo one, and I mean no one can ever dream of coming close to you. You hear me? Nobodyâs made me feel better, ever. Youâre all I could ever dream of, you need to know this Y/N. Iâve never been as compatible sexually with anyone the way I am with you. You think anyone elseâs made me finish and then keep on going the whole damn night? Not even when I was younger, let alone now. If Iâm any good itâs your own merit, you make me want to push myself and do better, be better for you, every damn time. You make me hard just glancing at you. Youâre the best Iâve ever had. And Iâm not just saying it to undo the silly stuff I said earlier, none of which was true. I know how jealous you get, I love it a bit too much when you get like that⊠and I love mocking you and seeing you get all squirmy and embarrassedâ but thatâs not how I shouldâve done it, I went too far. I didnât mean any of it, please believe me Y/N. I swear it. Youâre all I want. Iâm the luckiest bastard. Please believe me, sweetheart.â
âI know⊠I know it, rationally. But it just⊠rubbed me the wrong way, even though we were playing and I knew better. Iâm sorry.â
âNo need to be sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm a fucking idiot. Please forgive me.â
âI do. Itâs alright. Letâs forget about it, alright?â
Harry looked heartbroken. Youâd not really seen him like this for a while and it pained you, so much so that you wish you couldâve just kept your mouth shut and went with it, since you sincerely did believe none of it was really true.
But you swore youâd be truthful to one another, and especially in the bedroom Harry had insisted so much on you voicing any sort of discomfort regarding anything, no matter how small. You never safe worded, hell, you didnât have one, because you never needed to; he knew how to read your queues and youâd never had to stop anything before.
This was the first time youâd stopped sex.
Eventually, you took a shower together where Harry doted on you and handled you with utmost care and tenderness. Then took you into the other bedroom where a fresh bed awaited and held you tight into his arms. âI love you so much, Y/N. You mean everything to me. I hate that I made you cry, hate that I made you feel even for a second like what I was saying was true at all. It makes me sick to my stomachâŠâ
âWould you⊠want to tell me about them? The women you met here?â
Harry sighed profusely. âDarling, thereâs nothing to say. Meaningless people that I canât even recall the name of, if I even knew them to begin with. I remember nothing about any of them. I was trying to heal after the divorce, trying to let loose a bit⊠tried to have a bit of fun, lord knows I needed to get out of my head. Looking back, itâs almost laughable. I really thought Iâd hit rock bottom back them⊠little did I know, it could be so, so much worse than that.Â
âBut⊠at the time, I felt miserable. I began travelling like I told you a few years after the divorce and I quickly became enamoured with Italy specifically. I donât know⊠I just love this country. The women⊠were a means to an end, I was never looking for anything serious, and they knew it. I wasnât leading anyone on. Never met someone I connected with. I told you, Iâd never been with anyone serious after my divorce until you. Iâd never known sex could be this way til I met you. Sure, Iâd discovered my more dominant side a while back, not gonna try and lie and say Iâve not had plenty of experience in that regard. But, sex is just sex, at the end of the day. Some partners were better than others, and when I was here back when I was younger I hadnât even indulged in most of my kinks and fantasies yet. It was later on that I embraced all of that.Â
âBut trust me when I say, Iâve never clicked with someone sexually like this. I donât know if itâs because Iâd fallen in love with you, at least in the beginning I wasnât looking for this to get serious, as you know. But we did click from the start, you just⊠you just fucking do it for me, Y/N. Our bodies just call out to one another. Youâre so responsive and you always know just what to do or say to me to make me lose my fucking mind. Weâve been together for so long⊠or should I say- Iâve been in love with you for so long, youâd say my desire wouldâve dampened with time, or that sex would start to become monotonous eventually. I donât think itâs that way at all. I feel like it just keeps growing somehow. I never get my fill with you. Feel like a fucking teenager with a loveboner dancing around your skirt all day long. You make me feel like that, no one else. Do you believe me, Y/N? Madly in love doesnât even cut it. I worship you.â
You were lost for words. Youâd been looking into eachotherâs eyes this whole time and you couldnât explain how this man had just made you go from crying, jealous, frustrated and feeling less than, to feeling like the luckiest woman to walk the earth. âI do believe you, Harry. You donât have to keep explaining yourself. Weâve played like that before and I always took it well, in fact I love it when you get all condescending and mean and it gets me off embarrassingly quickly usually. I donât know what it was⊠maybe youâre right, maybe it hit a little too close to home, but I do know you didnât mean to. I wish I hadnât had this reaction, butââ
âNo, baby, donât say that. Donât try to take the blame in any way. I take full responsibility. Iâm just glad you know it wasnât true⊠I hope you do, hope youâre not just saying that.â
âIâm not, I swear Iâm not. I do believe you. And I love you, too, and needless to say no one has ever compared to you, ever. Maybe Iâm not as experienced as you⊠but I donât have to be to know Iâd have never found a better match than you.â
It was Harryâs turn to get teary eyed as he whispered, âyou donât know how much it means to me⊠that you didnâtâ while we were apart; and I wish⊠I wish I could take it all back. Had I known Iâd ever find you⊠or that youâd ever want anything to do to me ever again⊠Iâd have neverââ
âShhh. Itâs alright, baby. I donât hold it against you. All of it is my faultâ no, donât interrupt me. Itâs the one thing we canât seem to agree upon. I just want it to be clear, once and for all. Us separating and all the heartache and misery we both went through was my own fault. Not yours. Not Emilyâs. No one elseâs but mine. I shouldâve never left the way I did. That was⊠an inexcusable betrayal⊠I did it for what I considered to be the right reasons, lord knows I did it with the best intentions. Never meant to hurt you for one second. I really thought I was doing the right thing, I knew youâd never choose between us.
âSo I took the decision for you. Which was a gross overstep. I crossed such a huge line, taking that decision for you, not even discussing it with you, abandoning you. I hurt both of us so much. I was so stupid. So⊠donât talk to me about feeling guilty. I know what guilt feels like and itâs something I have to live with for the rest of my life. You did nothing wrong. Nothing. You did what you could to keep pushing, to give you at least a semblance of normalcy. Iâd never hold it against you, I truly donât, Harry. So please⊠donât paint me into this hero for not having slept with anyone else while we were apart. It would have been torture for me had I done it. As Iâm sure it was for you, and thatâs why you did it, so you could punish yourself some more. Donât think I donât know that. I donât pretend to understand what you went through fully⊠but just know I went through hell as well, at my own doing.Â
âIâm not even asking for your forgiveness. I could never dream of it. Iâm so incredibly happy you gave us another chance⊠No one else wouldâve. I still donât know how you could do it. Still donât know what I deserved to have you back in my life. So, all of this nonsense about people youâve fucked in the past and what they were like? Thatâs so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. You love me, and god knows I love you, and thatâs all there is to it. Nothing else matters.â
âIt fucking tears me apart to hear you speak like that, Y/N. Iâd go through it all again if it meant I could take away your own pain. I do forgive you, no matter how unworthy you may feel, youâre worth it to me. So worth it. Fucking love of my life. Iâd go through hell and back for you. Iâd have never stopped searching for you. Never. My life is barren without you. Nothing matters. Children or no children, married or not- all these things I try and contain myself about and not overwhelm you with⊠are just me being greedy and wanting more and more of you. I never want you to feel pressured in any way. Iâm content just being here with you in my arms and looking into your beautiful eyes. Itâs all I ever wanted. And itâs more than enough.â
âI know, baby. Youâre not pressuring me. I want to make you happy. Itâs all I want. That makes me the happiest. Iâll give you everything you want. And not from some place of feeling indebted to you⊠to make up for all the hurt and suffering I caused. I just want to make it clear, because I know you, and I know you might suspect that of me. No. I meant what I said earlier⊠Iâm not exactly saying we should try for a baby⊠but maybe we shouldnât be avoiding it at all costs, either. Letâs see where life takes us. We can handle it, right? Weâve proven as much. Just imagining you with a baby in your arms is getting my ovaries in a knot. Maybe we should listen to what our bodies are trying to tell us.â
Harry rested on his elbow, leaning over you. âYou really mean it, baby? Youâd want that, truly?â
You nodded slowly and Harry grinned the biggest smile youâd seen on his gorgeous face yet. It dawned on you then and there that heâd been really holding back on how much he truly wanted this. It was enough to erase any shred of doubt from your mind.Â
He proceeded to pepper your whole entire face in enthusiastic kisses, down your throat and all the way to the insides of your palms. He then pulled your back to his chest and cocooned you in the warmest embrace telling you over and over again how much he loved you and how happy you made him.Â
And just when you were on the verge of falling asleep, you heard him whisper in your ear, âI canât wait to wife you up⊠my little love.â
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Sex Tutor
Summary: Harry's got a reputation on campus and you're curious to know if he can help you.
A/N: Requested! Thank y'all for being patient with me! Hope you enjoy! This will be 2 parts!!
Word Count: 10k
Warning: smut (oral sex), fluff, praise kink
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âYeah⊠that was good. I liked it.â
That wasnât the reaction you were hoping to get. You thought Gunther would be a lot more enthusiastic after coming in your mouth and you swallowing him down. You gave it your best work. You even choked a couple of times and you did hear him moan once or twice. But that didnât feel like enough
You wanted to ask him exactly what went wrong. Tips on what he liked and didnât. What you could do better next time⊠But instead, he just smiled and kissed your cheek, avoiding your mouth because obviously kissing the lips that had just sucked his cock would be gross.
So you left his dorm feeling a little disappointed in yourself. Annoyed really. You wished you were more bold and could just ask him what he wanted, what he liked most. You complained to your roommate even. She loved giving advice so you were always venting to her.
âWell, you know thereâs like this guy on campus who will walk you through that kind of thing⊠a sex tutor if you will. Letâs just say that he comes highly recommended. I know someone who hung out with him a few times, and she learned so much about her body and how good sex could feel without coming but he always made her come every time, and no man has ever done that to her before she told me.â
âA tutor for blow jobs?â You scrunched your face and giggled.
âWell, blow jobs and everything else really. I donât know. He gets around and they say heâs very knowledgeable about the body and sex. I think heâs like getting his masters in sexual health or something?â
You shoved at her shoulder and laughed, âOh my god I donât think so. That sounds crazy. Heâs probably some weird pervert or something.â
Your roommate turned her cellphone screen to face you, showing you an Instagram page with a photo of a very attractive young man youâd seen on campus a time or two.
âThatâs him?â Your eyes widened as you looked from the photo to your roommate.
âYup. Heâs not a weirdo either. I hear heâs super respectful and smart. Plus the bonus is that he looks like this.â
You nodded. That certainly was a bonus. Harry Styles. You knew about him from the student council. He did a lot of volunteering on campus and he was a graduate student so you didnât know him all that well, being only a sophomore yourself, but it was hard not to at least know the name and the face. He was popular. Clearly far more popular than you even realized.
And you definitely werenât going to reach out for a âsessionâ. That just felt silly. Though, you couldnât say you werenât intrigued by the idea, it just wasnât for you. Except that when Gunther didnât text or call you back for three full days, the whole time you wondered if your blow job was that bad. So when he did finally text you back to make plans for the following week, you felt like you were being given another chance to prove how good you could be. And maybe a lesson or two could be useful.
Reaching out to him via DMs on Instagram felt so unserious but you still did it. You cringed as you hit send and read over your message three times.
Hi! I heard you give special âtutoringâ sessions and wanted to know if you have some time to meet with me to set something up? Let me know if itâs okay.
You couldnât believe you were doing this, reaching out to a stranger for, basically, a booty call. But apparently he was used to it and had no qualms about responding to you in less than thirty minutes. As if he was running some kind of business.
Hi! Happy to meet up with you either tonight or Friday night. The initial meeting should only take like 20 minutes, somewhere public so you feel comfortable. Iâll ask you a few questions and then weâll set up a private one-on-one session together if it makes sense for both of us. No pressure ever. Whenever youâre ready.
Private one-on-one session. You rolled your eyes as you read over Harryâs response.
Tonight is good for me if you can fit me in. Whatever time you want.
You didnât know what to expect. You imagined he was cocky since he was apparently so good and sought after. Perhaps he would take one look at you and turn around. You were sure he had a say in who he âtutoredâ. Doubted he took on every single person who reached out to him.
Your roommate said he was respectful but you would place money on the fact that he was probably full of himself, being that he was a self-proclaimed Sex Guru. You were preparing yourself for someone with a larger-than-life personality.
You kept your outfit casual, not wanting to look like you were trying too hard. Jeans and a hoodie. Though you did shower and put on nice panties and made sure you smelled good. Just in case. One never knows when they are due to visit with a sex tutor.
Maudâs was one of your favorite spots on campus. They had the best iced matcha latte and thatâs just what you ordered yourself when you arrived. You sat down at a small table and faced toward the door so you could keep an eye out.
You were looking down at your cell phone when you heard the chime of the door. Flitting your eyes up and away from the screen of your phone you scanned the entry and spotted him right away.
He was wearing a black pullover hoodie and jeans. His hair all tousled like heâd just finished a âtutoringâ session. You raised your hand to wave at him and catch his attention and he grinned as you stood up but he gestured for you to stay seated, âIâll be right back. Just gonna order a drink.â
You were already feeling hot and embarrassed. God, what you were doing? The man was sex on legs and that deep, raspy voice he just spoke to you with had your insides twisting and turning all mushy.
When he returned he had an iced tea and he sat across from you. The smile on his face was kind. Open. It set you at ease a bit.
He took a sip through his straw and you noted the rings on his fingers and the nail polish on his nails, âSo, Y/n. Itâs nice to meet you in person. What are you majoring in?â
Okay. Small talk. You could handle that.
You told him your classes and what you were majoring in and then asked him the same and when he explained he was going for his doctorate in psychology with the intent to become a sex therapist you felt your heart thump wildly. He was gorgeous and going for a doctorate. The man was so beyond out of your league that you wondered why he was even sitting at that table with you entertaining this silly request of yours.
âWow. Thatâs⊠Iâm impressed.â
He grinned and you saw a dimple carve into his cheek, âThank you. Iâve worked really hard to get where I am. Still working, though. So letâs talk about what you want. What things are you interested in getting some guidance on?â
Here it was. The moment youâd been dreading. But also what you were most curious about.
âWell, Iâm seeing this guy and,â you took a breath. It was embarrassing to say it so casually at a cafĂ© on campus of all places.
Harry reached toward you and placed his warm palm over the top of yours, âHey, I know this feels weird. Doing this. Iâm not going to pressure you to say it if you find itâs too uncomfortable but just know,â he dipped his head down to meet your gaze with his brows gently raised, âEverything you tell me here will be kept confidential and private. Iâm not going to make fun of you or compare you to anyone else. If you change your mind, thatâs okay too. I want you to feel like youâre talking to a friend. Okay? Itâs up to you how much or how little you say. We move at your pace.â
You let out the breath you were holding and smiled. He was so â nice. He made you feel so at ease.
âThank you. Itâs weird. Yeah⊠but I think Iâm okay. I want to do this. I want to be better at like,â you looked around yourself and lowered your voice as Harry moved his hand from yours and you settled your gaze back on his, âBetter at giving blow jobs. And maybe like initiating more?â
He nodded, âOkay. Have you ever given a blow job before?â
You nodded, âRecently. The guy didnât seem very enthusiastic about it so I didnât know if I did something wrong.â
He took a sip of his tea and his green irises bored into yours, âI can tell you one thing I know that is true for nearly every single male I know; they love getting head. Even if he wasnât vocal he probably really enjoyed whatever you did. Does that make you feel better about your skill level?â
You puffed out a laugh and saw the smirk on his face. He was trying to get you to smile, âI donât know. Probably. Iâm sure Iâm overthinking it but I just wanted⊠like I want to be really good. Want to know tricks to get a real response.â
âDid the guy youâre seeing orgasm?â
You nodded again.
Harryâs grin softened, âThen you did as good as you could have. Goal achieved. He orgasmed and you made that happen.â
âBut I want to be better. Like⊠I really enjoyed what I was doing. Made me really⊠wellâŠâ you looked down at your empty mug and sighed, âI felt like I enjoyed it more than he did.â
He nodded and licked his lips and if you didnât know any better youâd say he was kind of checking you out. You werenât wearing anything revealing but he seemed to keep dropping his gaze to your lips and neck. But you figured that was because he was still getting used to your face and he was sussing you out a bit to see if he wanted anything to do with you beyond this conversation.
But that was true. He was checking you out. He saw your Instagram pictures before he contacted you (always his first step) and thought you were cute and wouldnât mind seeing you in person. He certainly wasn't disappointed by you when he saw you either. You were cute and a little nervous and when you started talking about how you enjoyed giving that loser a blow job he couldnât help but shift his eyes down to your mouth and imagine what your lips would look like on his cock. He wondered if youâd be just as eager to suck him off as you seemed like you were for the other guy.
Now, Harry was a polite and nice man. He was as respectful as they came. But he was still a man with a very high sex drive and he couldnât help it. He did enjoy having sex and he got a lot of ass because he was good at what he did. And he was under no allusion that it also didnât have anything to do with how attractive he was. Because of course, it did. He was aware of the way women looked at him and all the whispers about him on campus. And most of the time the sessions were just fun sex more than anything else. However, he happily gave guidance when needed.
And this time he was feeling pretty gung-ho to see what you could do. Heâd like to get started right away, which normally heâd wait until after the initial meeting before jumping into it but there was something about the way you were looking at him, your eyes hungry and invitingâŠ
You watched Harry shift in his chair and look around the cafĂ© before he looked back at you, âWhat are you doing right now? Like after this?â
âOh⊠nothing. Was gonna read a little, prep for a test I have on Monday. ButâŠâ you shook your head.
âWould you be interested in going somewhere more private? My studio is at the off-campus university apartments. Twenty-minute walk from here.â
Was he� You scrunched your brows, confused at the sudden invite to his place.
âItâs up to you. Iâm not rushing you or anything I just have a free evening and you seem really enthusiastic and Iâd like to kind of get a feel for what weâre working with. If you think youâre ready.â
You nodded, âOkay. I mean⊠yeah. So no roommates?â You laughed nervously as he stood up and it was the first time you let your attention fall to the space at his crotch, to which you quickly bobbed your eyes back up to his face as you stood.
âNope. Co-ed apartments. No roommate. Super private.â He didnât miss the way you scraped your eyes over his torso and down to the spot on his jeans where his zipper was.
So that was that then. Youâd be getting a lesson sooner than you imagined. And when you walked the twenty minutes through campus and the street that was just adjacent to the cafeteria you could almost hear your heart pounding. He was taller than you expected. He easily kept the conversation alive with small talk. He seemed so confident and easygoing. You tried to let that charisma and charm soak through your veins so that you werenât as nervous as you felt, but it was impossible. You were about to go into Harry Styleâs apartment alone and probably give him a blow job.
Harry waved at a few people on your way up to his floor. He was clearly popular. You wondered if anyone knew what might be happening. Why you were with him and why you were following behind him like you were a pup being trained and he was carrying a treat.
âHere she is,â he opened his door and gestured for you to walk inside. Neat and tidy with stacks of books and lots of plants. Some plants hanging, most potted, and on the floor or on tables. You noted he had no television and that there was a big partition that separated the small living space from what was probably where he had his bed. The kitchen was organized with open shelving and heâd bought a wire rack and it was stacked full of packaged foods, spices, oil, and other things to cook with at the top and at the bottom with pots and pans and a blender with its cord neatly wrapped around the base.
He excused himself to the bathroom while you looked around. There wasnât anywhere to go really. There were two doors in the whole place. The bathroom door and another one, which you assumed was a closet. The kitchen area was open to the small living space.
When Harry emerged he sat down on the couch, which looked well-worn. You wondered how many people heâd had over and on that very couch. He sat with his legs spread and drew his arms over the back of the couch and just watched as you stepped in closer toward the small coffee table, âI like all the plants,â you commented.
He nodded and you clasped your hands behind your back in wait for what would happen next. You didnât want to look again at his crotch. But the way he was sitting made it hard. He took up so much space on that couch and with his legs spread open like they were, it was almost as if he wanted you to.
âGonna sit with me? Iâm not gonna do anything if you donât want.â
You nodded and sat down, keeping your limbs close to your body and separate from him. You didnât want to invade his space or get in too close. Not yet anyway. Not until he invited you. Or rather, until he told you what to do next.
âEverything I said at Maudâs still stands. If you change your mind thatâs fine. Iâm not going to be mad.â
You turned to look at him and swallowed. The guy was out of this world. Simply delicious looking. âOkay.â You spoke in barely above a whisper.
Harry leaned forward, putting his elbows over his knees as he kept his eyes on you, âIs this how you usually initiate?â
You raised your brows and shook your head, âWhat?â
âYou said you wanted to be better at initiating. So far, Iâm not getting any signals that youâre interested. Could be your first problem. Try relaxing a little, Y/n. Sit back and unhook your fingers. Loosen your shoulders. Not only will you feel more settled, but youâll make the person with you feel better too. Which could push you to naturally begin conversation or movements that encourage contact.â
âOh. Okay,â you sat back into his couch and loosed your hands, relaxing your posture, and looked at him, âLike this?â
Harry grinned and let out a small laugh, âPerfect. Now at least it appears youâre not scared of me.â
âIâm not scared,â you quickly shook your head.
âI didnât think you were. But your body language was giving closed-off signals. Which could appear to some like fear or discomfort.â
It made sense you guessed.
âI see. So, relax and it makes everyone feel better.â
He grinned, âSo tell me what normally happens when youâre with someone and it leads to something sexual. Set the scene for me.â
You cleared your throat and decided to use your last time with Gunther as the example.
âWell, were in his dorm room listening to music and laughing about somethingââ
âBack up a little. Did you invite yourself to his room? Did he invite you? What happened before you got to his room?â
âOh, uhâŠâ you pursed your lips in thought. âWell, we were out with two mutual friends. At a bar. Gunther, his name is Gunther, he was kind of flirting with me and I liked it. We didnât really know each other all that well before but I always found him interesting. And so⊠he was flirting with me. Complimenting me. Things like that. Then he asked me to go back to his room with him. So, I sort of figured something would happen,â you shrugged. You didnât know why it was so weird telling him all those details but it was.
You recounted how Gunther had made all the moves; kissed you first, groped you and then somehow it ended up with you sucking him off while he laid back on his bed and you were between his legs.
âAnd⊠he didnât return the favor? Like you didnât get anything?â
You shook your head, âI mean, I didnât ask. He got off and then that was it really. I left not long after.â
Harry frowned, âOkay. And did you hope heâd do something in return? Like, use his hands or his mouth on you? Did you want more?â
Another shrug of your shoulders, âI mean⊠I didnât expect it. Thought maybe next time we could do more? I donât know.â
âYou didnât expect it. But would you have liked it?â
Nodding your head you looked away from his eyes, âI guess.â
âDid it turn you on?â
Another embarrassing thing to admit to someone you hardly knew. You nodded again, âIt just all happened really quickly. I kind of thought things would take longer and weâd chat and maybe heâd have me stay longer and then⊠well anyway. It was like a total of thirty minutes or something that I was in his room.â
Harry sighed and crossed his leg over his thigh toward you, âAnd you really want to give Gunther the best head you can? The guy who wasnât worried about your own needs? Seems very selfless of you, Y/n.â
You let out a breath and laughed, âI know. I just want to be good at it. And that was the first time we did anything so I figured Iâd give him a pass.â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you. Gunther is lucky youâre still willing to give him another shot.â
âI guess I thought if I was better heâd want to do it more and maybe then we could do other things too.â
âIâm going to be honest, Y/n,â Harry stretched his arm across the back of the couch, âYouâre very cute and you probably wonât need to worry much about initiating most of the time. Like, for me, all you have to do is look at me with those pretty eyes and Iâm ready to do whatever you want me to.â
It had been a surprise to hear that. You werenât sure what to do with that information but you couldnât help but smile to yourself as you looked down at your lap.
âBut a good start is to keep eye contact. At least enough to indicate interest. Can you look at me?â
Lifting your gaze to his he grinned, âThere we go. So pretty.â
You shook your head, âIâm sure you say that to everyone.â
Harry lifted his hand to your cheekbone, âNo. I donât. And I donât do this with just anyone either. Sometimes I turn down a request. I donât tell them why but⊠Thereâs gotta be attraction on my end as well. And I find you very attractive, Y/n.â
You swallowed down the saliva in your throat and blinked for a break in eye contact before biting your lip.
âNow, even though weâre here for one thing, I do have opinions on matters of the heart and relationships. And frankly, I have to be honest about this Gunther, guy,â he dropped his hand, making his fingers brush down your cheek until he was no longer touching you, âI donât like that he didnât offer to get you off too. Thatâs a big red flag in my book. I feel itâs important to give and to receive unless itâs explicitly stated at the beginning. But you told me you thought youâd get more. And that bothers me.â
âWell, heâs a nice guy. I think he just wasnât thinkingâŠâ
âHe wasnât thinking about your needs. That was selfish of him and something to watch out for. We can give him a pass for the first time, but if you see him again and he still doesnât think about your needs, Iâd hope youâd end that relationship and seek someone whoâs willing to be less selfish with you.â
It surprised you that Harry was saying that about Gunther. But perhaps he was right. You did leave his dorm that night quite disappointed.
âI donât want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you barely know me but thatâs just my take. Iâd never not offer to return the favor,â he kept his eyes on yours and you swore his lips were suddenly a shade darker. They looked like the perfect lips to kiss.
He grinned when he noted where your eyes were homed in on, âDo you mind coming closer? Feels like you're still too far away.â
You puffed out a nervous laugh as you scooted your bottom in closer toward Harry. His arm was draped over the back of the couch behind you and you felt the warmth of him before you felt his fingers graze the back of your neck.
 âSo, I can kiss you? Can we start there?â
You breathed out through your nose and smiled as you nodded and kept your face angled toward his. He watched as you hesitantly put your palm on his knee and he put his hand over yours, âYouâre a natural. See?â
Another soft laugh fell from your mouth as Harryâs face drew in closer to yours and your heart stopped as he nudged his nose into yours and you felt his soft lips smush against yours.
It didnât take long for you to start feeling that familiar heat between your legs as he ran his tongue against yours. It felt so intimate⊠not like a tutor lesson or anything of the sort. It was you and a handsome man making out on his couch as he pulled you onto his lap. It felt real.
For some reason, you imagined it being a little more dry. Like a real lesson. Like heâd pull his pants down and tell you what to do and show you what he liked and what really made men go wild. You hadnât imagined kissing being part of the equation for some reason.
âDid he tell you how soft your lips are or how those sweet little noises coming from your mouth drove him crazy?â
He spoke his words between kisses and you were going to pass out. Because no, Gunther gave you no compliments once you got into his dorm room.
You shook your head as you parted from the kiss, your eyes on his.
Harryâs eyes roved your face as he softly dragged his thumb back and forth on your jaw, âI donât like him one bit. You deserve someone whoâs going to tell you how good you are and how good you make them feel.â
He softly pressed his lips against yours again, the kiss heating up into a frenzied pace once again as you stuffed your fingers into his hair and then you felt the bulk of his erection under your thigh when you moved in closer.
Parting from the kiss you looked down and then back up at him and he just smiled. Like it was the most normal and natural thing ever. Which⊠it kind of was.
âGot me all hard already,â he slid his thumb from the edge of your bottom lip inward and you moaned, âJust like that. Youâre already better than you think you are. Youâre driving me crazy, Y/n. I want to see what these lips look like wrapped around my cock. Can we do that?â
You nodded and began to move off of him but Harry took your hand in his, making you pause, âIâll let you get me off if you let me get you off too. Okay?â
Your eyes widened, âReally? I thought this was just forââ
âI have a method and it always includes getting the other person off too. Or at least making them feel good. Unless you donât want that. Thatâs okay too, but I would prefer to touch you as well.â
âOkay,â your words were breathy as he helped you off his lap, keeping your hand in his but then he stood up and you watched as he ran his free hand over his crotch, âIs it okay if we do it my bed? A little more space there. Think itâll feel less rushed.â
Obviously yes. You wouldnât dream of saying no to this man. Not that you wanted to.
The space behind the partition was just a bed and one side table. His bed was neatly made and there was a plant hanging by the opening of the partition. He gestured for you to follow him onto his mattress and he placed his back at the wall, where he had no headboard.
Kneeing up to him you were feeling shy again and he leaned forward and cupped your face with one hand, âYouâre doing so good. If you need to stop at any time just say the word. Iâm not here to make you do something you donât want. Okay?â
You nodded, âYeah. I know. I trust you.â
âGood. Just wanted to remind you is all. I donât want you to feel like you have to keep going even if Iâm enjoying it, which I have a feeling Iâm gonna like whatever you do to me.â
You giggled and nodded. He was fluffing up your ego and you hadnât even really gotten started yet.
Harry started to push his jeans down, lifted his hips to get them off his legs, and then kept his eyes on you as he held his hand out for you to take, âCome here.â
You put your hand in his and let yourself get pulled between his legs as you looked down at the sizable lump under his boxer briefs, âCan we take your jeans off? Kind of want to have you in my lap a little while before we get down to it, yeah?â
You nodded and unhooked your button before pulling your zipper down. Harryâs hands found your hips as you tugged your jeans down and he helped you out of them, leaving you in just your hoodie and panties. Like Harry. He was just in his boxer briefs and his hoodie too.
You crawled into his lap, your thighs straddling his, and sat down as Harry smoothed his hands up and down your thighs, âThere we go. This feels nice, having you close like this,â he ran his palms toward your bottom and then back down your thighs to your knees, âHow are you feeling?â
You put your palms on his shoulders, âGood. Feel good. And you?â
âIâm feeling great. Iâve got you here in my lap,â he brought a hand up from your thigh to your face, his fingers sliding behind your ear with his thumb at your cheekbone, âAnd I like you. I think thisâll be fun. Just want you to feel at ease with me.â
You shifted on his lap, getting in closer, âI do feel at ease with you, Harry. Youâre really nice.â
âGood. Thatâs what I want to hear,â his voice was soft as he gently pulled you towards him and pressed his mouth against yours again. His kiss was soft and sultry. Harry was far more sensual than you imagined he would be. Lots of soft touches and reassuring words. And his mouth against yours was addictive.
You moaned when his thumb ran along the edge of your panties at your thigh and you rocked your hips down, pressing your panties-covered pussy over his erection.
He inhaled softly through his teeth and lowered his mouth to your neck where you were melted into him. His warm mouth sponged wet kisses down your pulse point as you lowered a hand to the top of his cock.
He sighed when you began to rub your palm over him and you began to move back. You were ready to get him in your mouth.
âYou can bring me out if you want. Or I can do it. Whichever youâre more comfortable with.â
You bit your lip and continued palming over him as you kept your gaze focused on his, âIâll do it. Do guys like that more?â
He grinned and the dimples that carved into his cheeks had you swooning, âYeah. Maybe. Depends on the guy but it can feel like the girl is really excited, like she canât wait â the enthusiasm is nice. For me? I do like it more. But honestly, I wouldnât complain if you wanted me to do it myself.â
You nodded in understanding as you focused on the dark green material of his underwear and reached toward the waistband. You looked up at him once more to check in and he just gave you a singular nod to keep going so you did.
The material was warm and stretchy. And you loved the way it felt to run your palm up the length of him, before peeling the fabric away and slowly revealing his cock. His tip was thick and smooth and dark pink. And then his shaft was girthy, quite meaty really, but so stiff. And when youâd pulled his underwear down far enough you took the whole of him in and it was⊠well it was a bit overwhelming. There was no way on Godâs green earth youâd be able to stick that whole thing in your mouth.
âYou donât have to have it all in there. This isnât a porno. I donât need you to choke on it or anything like that. Use your hands and your mouth, as long as itâs nice and wet itâs gonna feel really good.â
You nodded. It was a relief that he wasnât expecting you to deepthroat that thing, âDo you like it when someone can take it all the way?â
Harry breathed a laugh out of his nostrils, âWell⊠only if the person giving head likes that kind of thing. I would never enjoy it if someone wasnât into that. But yes. I do rather like it. Not more than any other type of blow job, though.â
You gulped and continued palmed at his length softly. Harry kept his eyes on you to watch how youâd do it. To see what your go-to move was and when you made no move he finally spoke, âGo in however you want. Letâs see how you normally go about giving a blow job.â
âOkay. YeahâŠâ You took a deep breath and lowered yourself down as he fixed his feet flat on the mattress with knees bent upward, making space for you to fit between his thighs. First, you spat over his tip and used your hand to rub your saliva down his shaft. A quick glance up at him and he looked like he was enjoying it.
After spitting another glob over his slit that clung to your lips a little longer than it did the first time things were feeling much wetter. You stroked along the full length of his cock, from base to tip, tip to base, and back again as you lowered further, getting your lips just over his tip, and looked up at him, swiping your tongue over his crown. Smooth and warm. Adjusting your hips you got into a better position and gripped his base with both hands as you began to take him in your mouth. Your tongue cupped the underside of his cock as you dipped down and pulled up, suckling at his tip before repeating.
Harryâs fingers gently pushed at your chin, âIâd like you to do one thing for me, Y/nâŠâ your eyes shot up to his, âCan you keep your eyes on me, just like youâre doing right now?â
You pulled off and nodded, âYeah. Sorry.â
Harry tutted at you, âYou didnât do anything wrong. Just really fond of your pretty eyes. Personal preference is all.â
Keeping your gaze on his you kissed his tip softly and slowly before tonguing at his frenulum. It was a good thing you were looking at him in that moment because the expression on his face as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cockhead was lascivious and the sudden heat between you two might not have been noticed if you hadnât been looking at him.
When you lowered your lips over him again, hollowing your cheeks and cupping the underside of his dick with your tongue, he palmed over your cheek and softly thumbed at your temple, âY/n⊠fuck⊠thatâs really good. Keep looking at me like this pretty girl.â
The soft touch from his hand and thumb on your face was full of affection and made your heart thunder in your chest. It made you dizzy the way he was looking at you. It was such a lewd act but somehow filled with tenderness.
The drool that leaked out of your mouth and down his shaft allowed your hands to slip around his base, twisting as you bobbed over the first bit of him with your mouth. It seemed like he was really enjoying what you were doing. Having your eyes on him while you were doing it felt more encouraging than embarrassing.
And Harry was very much enjoying what you were doing. He wasnât all that picky when it came to getting blow jobs. Why would he be? Some hot girl wanted him to show her how to be better? Well, he rarely did much in the way of making someone any better than they already were.
Harry never intended to be known as a sex tutor or a sex guru. He was just a guy who loved sex. A guy who was patient and who really did care about the person he was with, even if it was just a one-time thing (which most of them were). And his line of studies gave him insight many lacked. The more he slept around (safely) the better he got and the more he understood. He put into practice the things he learned in his classes and when he was a Junior after a string of hookups with a group of very popular seniors he started to get a reputation.
It started with comments and discussions on the size of his cock. Then it eventually escalated to him being very good in bed. And how he could always make a woman come (he didnât always make them come but he certainly tried and he learned the art of allowing sex to just be something that felt good and intimate and didnât have to end in that elusive orgasm every time).
The first girl who was bold enough to ask him if heâd help her get to know her body better, had told him how she heard he was the best⊠and that had caught off guard. But he gave it a go. And he wound up enjoying the whole thing so much that when another girl asked him for help he decided there was no harm in going along with it.
He wasnât trying to take advantage of anyone, as some jealous of his prowess would make it seem. No, he just really wanted to help, he loved that connection and to have it end with sex (in whatever form) was never a bad thing. Mostly he was just having fun and if he could use some of his knowledge and give someone confidence by the end of a âsessionâ then so be it.
When you sucked around him, slurping noises came from between your lips and the skin on his shaft and he moaned, âOh thatâs goodâŠâ He gently placed a hand at the back of your neck and nudged his hips upward the slightest when he felt his cock start to throb and balls tightened.
Harry pulled at you to bring you up so you slid your lips from his tip and looked at him with pretty rounded eyes as you sat on your knees.
âYouâre perfect. If I had you sucking me off like this every day Iâd have no complaints. Thatâs the work of someone whoâs into it and I can tell you are. Got me so close to coming already,â he took your hand and kissed the tops of your knuckles. Yeah, you were already smitten with him. But maybe that was just because you liked his praise so much.
âThank you,â you grinned shyly.
Harry took the hand he kissed and brought it down between his legs, sliding your fingers on the underside of his balls, âThereâs this spot right here. Kind of smooth. Feel that?â
You nodded.
âItâs called the perineum. This spot,â he pressed the pad of your middle finger over the area of skin, âFeels really good when you rub it gently. Especially while youâre also giving a blow job. Maybe take my balls in your palm a little to massage them and then move to the perineum. Just about any man you suck off is gonna absolutely love it. Itâs also a really good trick when you just want the guy to come already, âcause maybe heâs taking too long,â he grinned.
He dragged your hand up to cup his scrotum and you kept your eyes on his as you softly squeezed. Harryâs brows narrowed and his lips parted, âLetâs do that yeah? Wanna give it a go?â
Nodding, you lowered yourself again, your lips parting around his crown as you gently massaged his balls and kept your eyes angled up toward his. You kept one hand at the base of his shaft and felt the full, warmth of his sac in your palm before you pulled off of his cock and dropped your lips down to his balls, kissing the skin all around and skimming your tongue through every crevice and wrinkle, wetting him on all sides.
You remembered you were supposed to be looking up at him and when you saw his face it only egged you on. His soft groan and pink puffy lips parted in lust with hooded eyes so you wound your tongue down further and pressed the tip of your wet muscle to the spot he called the perineum.
âFuck! YesâŠâ
You liked that reaction. So you did it again and used your hand on his shaft to continue pumping him in long strokes as you pressed over the small strip of skin under his scrotum before you brought your tongue all the way up over his balls and to his base. The pre-come dripping from his tip made things wetter as you slid your palm over him.
You kept one finger on his perineum and then brought your mouth back over his cock and the desperate whimper that fell from his lungs made you feel giddy. You sucked him in and flicked your sight up to him but his eyes were closed. You could feel his legs trembling as your shoulder was pressed into his inner thigh. Gently you brought your hand over his scrotum and massaged as you worked his tip with your lips and tongue.
He placed both of his hands on either side of your head, âY/n⊠yes⊠honey Iâm gonna come. Thatâs so good. Youâre so good for me⊠holy shit⊠where do you want me to come, huh?â
You were kind of amazed at how he was so melty and whimpery from the blow job you were giving him. You lifted and looked up at him, âJust come in my mouth. Want you to feel good.â
He nodded as he panted and you put your lips back on him, lowering down and sucking as you used your tongue to apply pressure to his crown. Continuing to play with his balls and peek up at him you saw the moment his face scrunched up and his lips dropped open wide. No sound came out at first but you tasted the first pump of his come down your throat and then felt his big cock throbbing against your tongue and it was the hottest blow job youâd ever given. And you werenât even receiving⊠the reaction he gave you had you so turned on and so dizzy that you felt the need to take him deeper.
You forced yourself down further, feeling his tip nudging and spurting at the top part of your throat and you swallowed around him before sputtering slightly.
When he finally began to moan it was deep and throaty. His head was tilted back, facing the ceiling as he pumped into your mouth and down your throat. The hands he held at the side of your face were gentle and honestly? You were in heaven. You could do this with him every day if he let you.
And you tried not comparing Gunther to Harry but it was hard. Harry was so masculine and his cock was prettier and much bigger. With Gunther, you could almost take all of him in your mouth without much issue. You didnât but you probably could have. Harry was a different story. His big cock filled up all the space in your mouth and he smelled so good too. It was a mix of what you assumed was his natural smell with a clean powdery soap.
But it was the moans Harry was making that had you feeling so worked up. He really enjoyed your blow job and that was all you needed to feel good about yourself and your ability.
Harryâs moan quieted into a simper as you continued dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock until he lulled his head forward and looked down at you, âSâgood. Fuck that was good.â He prodded at you to bring your mouth off of him and you sat back with a proud smile.
He leaned forward to pull at the back of your neck and smash his lips against yours. You clung onto his shoulders as he positioned you next to him on the bed on your bottom and then he ran his hands down your sides and pulled at your sweater, âCan we get this off?â
You gripped the bottom hem of your hoodie as Harry sat back and peeled his sweater off over his head, making you pause so you could devour his chest and his arms, and his abs with your eyes. The tattoos that were scattered over his body and on his arms were no surprise. Youâd heard through the grapevine about his tattoos once your roommate told you about him. And you heard he was fit. But this? He was the perfect amount of muscled and beefy. He was lean but he appeared well-fed. Broad shoulders, pecs you could bite intoâŠ
You gulped when you felt Harryâs big hands smoothing up and down your limbs as he absorbed the sight of you before you finally pulled your sweater off and then unhooked your bra, holding the cups up against your breasts for a moment to make sure he was still in it. Because maybe your body would be a complete turn off but his expressive face did all the talking and he moved his hands up your hips as his irises roamed over your skin.
âSo pretty, Y/n,â he spoke like he knew you needed the reassurance. Which you did. So you slowly lowered your bra and pulled the straps from your arms and almost immediately Harry ducked down and kissed your right nipple while his hand palmed at your left tit. He moaned against your soft flesh and you felt cool air hit your skin in the path where his tongue laved against you.
A soft gasp fell from your lips when he wrapped his mouth over your nipple and looked up at you from his spot, pink lips suckling at your breast. It was almost as if he needed to make sure he was doing what you liked. As if the man wasnât some kind of expert.
Harryâs bulky body moved over you and his hands brushed over the skin at your sides and down to your hips where your panties clung tight. You lifted your hips, ready for him to take care of you, ready to have him pull the last bit of fabric from your body and Harry grinned at you.
âIâm gonna pull these down, okay?â
Nodding you laughed in slight nervousness. You werenât sure when youâd gotten so eager but giving Harry a blow job had made you a bit insatiable and all of the nice things he said about you, how good you were... Your insides were aching and you knew you were probably already wet, the crotch of your panties was warm against your skin.
And as he slowly dragged the material down your legs he kept looking up at you. A little bit of reassurance that he was only going to go as far as you wanted.
Paying close attention to his eyes you watched him drag his gaze over all your crevices and then up to your tits and then your eyes as he licked his lips. He wrapped a hand on the underside of your calf, lifting your leg the smallest bit as he tucked himself in closer, his shoulders pressing into your thighs.
The warm, soft kisses he dotted on your inner thigh as he looked up at you made you feel worshiped. Like he was savoring the moment and was going to take his time with you.
âY/n, I just want to make you feel good. Tell me if you donât like something or if you need something more okay? Because you did so good for me and Iâm gonna be dreaming about those lips on me. Just want to make you feel as good as good as you made me feel.â
Harry could tell you liked a bit of praise. A compliment here and there was easy enough to throw in because it was all true. You were very good and you were so pretty and now he was going to return the favor as best he could.
When you felt his tongue swipe up through your crease you moaned faintly as you kept your eyes on him. And when he dug in more, attached his lips to your pussy, and began sucking at you the groan that fell from his chest rumbled through your core and you held on to the back of his head as you arched your back off of the pillow under yourself. His lips slicked up and down, tongue pressing at your clit and then he moved, bringing his arm in and you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance as he looked up at you, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, âTastes so good, Y/n. Could bury my face here all day long. You mind if I finger you a little? Would that feel good?â
He ran his digits through your folds like he already knew your answer and you nodded quickly, âYeah. Okay. If you want.â
He grinned before you felt him push his middle finger past your opening and then he watched the face you made as he curled his finger up in your magic little spot. The one only your rabbit vibrator seemed to be able to hit.
You gasped and with that, he brought his lips back over your clit and got to work. His dark curls were smooth and thick between your fingers and the way he kept pulling his gaze up to yours as he licked into you was naughty. The whole scene was something from a dream. There was something so soft about how he kept his eyes on you to check-in.
Youâd had a couple of guys go down on you before but they had no idea what they were doing and you werenât sure if it was just supposed to feel like slippery nothing gliding over your labia or not. But now, with Harry doing the work⊠well you realized what it was actually meant to feel like. And Harry was not giving you slippery nothing.
He seemed to enjoy it as well which made your heart lurch in your chest. Especially with how he was moaning into you like you tasted good. And he had told you as much, which⊠that had you on edge already.
When Harry slid in a second finger he opened his mouth wide and tongued up from where his fingers were pumping into you to your clit.
You couldnât help the pathetic moans that were loudly bouncing off the walls of his studio, âOh god, HarryâŠâ
But the thing that was really seeping into your skin and your veins and making your heart pound was his eyes on yours. You couldnât get over it. It was so intimate and sexy and the gushy noises coming from your slippery pussy were lewd and dirty. It was the perfect juxtaposition of just nasty enough but also sweet and soft that had you spiraling.
When they tell you that the biggest part of getting turned on is all in the mind, thatâs absolutely true. Harry was a master at it. You werenât sure youâd ever been so turned on with any man before. He really knew which buttons to push and all the right things to say.
âFuck, thatâs good⊠holy shit, HarryâŠâ
He loved hearing you whine his name and the feel of your hips bucking upward in tiny bursts. You were one of those girls that was going to have an orgasm, he just knew it. The way you kept getting wetter every time you shot your eyes down to his was a big telltale sign. Some didnât like the eye contact but he loved it and so did you, clearly.
He moaned into your pussy and swallowed you down as he worked his tongue in teasing circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around you again and smushing down over you with just the right amount of pressure.
The arm he had under your thigh he wrapped under your lower back, pulling you in closer if that was possible, as he continued fingering you with his other hand. The man was unquenchable. Like he needed to stuff his face in as close as humanly possible. Like he needed to suck you dry and make it so that you never forgot his name.
Your insides were melting for him. His fingers were magic inside of you and it had your brain all fuzzed out and blurry. But the way he rolled your clit under his tongue was divine, otherworldly⊠he knew what he was doing with that big mouth of his.
You gasped and looked back down at him again and his eyes were already pinned to yours.
âOh⊠gonna co⊠oh fuck, gonna comeâŠâ you felt like you were being lifted into the air, levitating and vibrating off the bed and out of the atmosphere as he kept his fingers and his tongue steady. But when he moaned deeply into your cunt, that low resonate sensation traveling from your clit to your core and through your tummy made you lose control.
You didnât realize you were yanking his hair as your legs quaked and your body liquified under him. But it didnât deter him. He watched you unravel, tits bouncing and back arching as you orgasmed into his mouth and he curled his fingers up against your g-spot as you clamped over his digits.
If he didnât have his mouth occupied he would have praised you more in that moment. Told you how pretty you were and how good you did for him. But he waited until you began to slowly come back to earth before whispering into your ear the sweet things he knew youâd like to hear.
He laid next to you and grasped your face, kissing your lips softly as you sighed, âSo fucking good. What a pretty orgasm that was, Y/nâŠâ He spoke between kisses.
âDid that all for me? Yeah?â
You couldnât answer him. Not in that moment. Youâd just melted and dissolved and had only begun to re-solidify and become a real human with lungs and limbs and skin and pores again.
âYou are really fun to eat out, Y/n. Tasted so nice and you sound so sexy when you come. You can call me anytime you need a release okay?â He continued kissing your cheek and your lips as he spoke softly.
Harry didnât rush you out like you thought he might. He rubbed over your tummy and kissed your breasts softly and ran his lips up the side of your neck as you slowly opened your eyes and sighed.
âFeel okay?â
You nodded and smiled, âReally good.â
âStay as long as you want. Okay? No rush. We can even grab dinner together if you want or I can make you something.â Harry wasnât sure why he asked you that. While he didnât usually rush anyone out, he didnât typically offer food or dinner either. There was just something about you that compelled him to ask. Perhaps he hoped youâd stick around a bit longer.
You sat up, âOh. Thatâs really nice of you. But⊠maybe I should probably head back. Get some schoolwork done.â
Youâd have loved to stay for dinner but you also didnât want to get your feelings mixed up for a guy like Harry. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but you understood what this was. A one-time thing. Something fun where you got to learn a thing or two. If you stuck around too long youâd probably just want more. And that would only end in heartbreak for you. Because Harry was kind of the ideal guy in a lot of ways.
âOf course. Just thought Iâd ask.â
There were no hard feelings for this kind of thing. Harry wasnât offended that you didnât want to stay. Heâd had a good time with you and he was almost certain you had a good time as well. And that was just about all one could ask for.
Harry let you use his bathroom to clean up and get dressed. And as you did so you thought about how Gunther didnât even offer you anything to eat or to stay after. In fact he didnât even ask if you wanted to use his bathroom, when that would have been nice after giving him head. Because even though Gunther didnât really touch you, you were still wet, and walking back to your dorm with wet panties was not a nice feeling. Especially when you didnât even get anything out of it.
Youâd be wary of Gunther. Youâd give him another shot because you were a nice girl but you werenât going to ignore the concerns Harry had. Perhaps Harry was right.
When you stepped out of the bathroom Harry handed you a glass of water, âDrink a little before you head out, and what dorm do you live in?â He looked down at his phone as he asked.
âOh⊠uh the Millennium dorms near the arts building.â
He nodded as you took a gulp of the water and he showed you his phone, âUber will be here for you in three minutes. Iâll walk you down, okay?â
âWait. You didnât have to do that! Um⊠I can walk or get an Uber myself itâsââ
He shook his head and grinned, âI know I didnât have to but itâs getting late. Donât want you walking twenty minutes by yourself. Who knows what could be lurking out there,â he laughed.
You pointed at him, âFine. But Iâm gonna pay you back. Next time I see you okay?â
âNot necessary. Now come on,â he playfully swatted at your bottom and directed you toward his door, âLetâs go downstairs and wait forâŠâ he looked at his phone, âRebecca in a white Trail Blazer.â
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So so so proud of you!! You deserve the entire world and I can't wait to see your library grow đ„čđđđđ
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT (TDIAG + PATREON)
Hi lovely friends!!
I am so excited to announce that I have LAUNCHED A PATREON! Woohoo!! Iâm even more excited to announce that the debut is an early release for the long awaited chapter 11 of TDIAG! ((the chapter will be uploaded on to tumblr and wattpad two weeks after its patreon upload)).
Itâs $5 a month, and alongside early access to TDIAG updates, my patreon will offer exclusive teasers, unannounced ficlets (some patreon exclusives, some early release) like Gladiator!Harry, TA!Harry, Angry ballet man, a gruff vampire x his familiar, TRIVIA MAN, and a possible patreon exclusive unfinished fic that stands at over 120K in word count! There will also be early access to the second part of Ride the Tiger (pornstar!au), to Glaze (second part of pottery man), and patreon exclusive extras for both TDIAG and Ride the Tiger! I will also be writing patreon exclusive blurbs unrelated to the aforementioned, and I am open to taking requests!
For now, I am aiming to post two pieces a week + exclusive teasers, polls, and check-ins. I am absolutely brand new to patreon, and have so much appreciation for your patience in this first trial month. Iâm eager to hear your feedback, your requests, and ways that I can possibly improve my patreon to make it an awesome space for you guys!
I hope to see you there (âżâ âżâ )
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What do you mean make step back altogether????? Are you leaving tumblr?????
I'm not totally sure yet but I do think soon!!! đđ I feel like every time I get ready to leave, I change my mind AALFSDF BUT I am really considering it!!
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