harrys-foxy

[harrys-foxy]

People d!e for this people cry for the people suck and fuck some guy for this .... This changed my life, literally. I will sell a kidney to read this like the first time my god....

Rich Part 4 H.S

Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. It's Harry's birthday dinner but food isn't what gets eaten...

Warning: smut!!, daddy kink, hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, penetration, oral (m and f receiving), mention of a safeword (it isn't used by mc but it's put in place), blindfold, tying up, degradation, praise

This is an age-gap romance, do not read if you don't like it.

Word count: 18 fucking k please god, help me

Author’s note: Rich part 4 is here and she's intense. Buckle up and leave a lot of time to read this because she's long. This and this is some visuals for the lingerie worn if you're curious but it isn't an indication of what the mc looks like, so please feel free to imagine whoever you like. Happy Reading! x

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"How was your day, love?" Harry asked after standing up from being crouched and basically attacked by Archie in hugs and kisses. He picked his briefcase back off the floor and grabbed your waist with the other hand, leaning in to give you the swiftest kiss on the cheek.

You were momentarily stunned as he slid past you like nothing happened. His greetings weren't usually like this, but maybe this was his way of not pretending like you two weren't intimate like you asked him the last time you slept together.

You shook it off and closed the door, walking after him as he entered the kitchen while loosening his tie. The sight of him reaching up to the top cabinet to grab a glass had your core clenching. Between his body flexing and his back muscles straining beneath his suit, you were having a hard time controlling yourself.

"It was good. How was yours?" You crossed the kitchen until you stood at the island bench across from him.

"Long. Boring. Just a bunch of meetings with idiots, usual shit really" he replied curtly, seemingly feeling the Monday blues as he poured himself a glass of water.

"That's good" it wasn't good, but you were too distracted and too eager to ask him the question that had been on your mind the entire day and all last night after he left your house. "So, what do you want for your birthday?"

His head snapped to you, and he looked at you like you had asked him the stupidest question in the world. "Nothing. Why would you ask something like that?"

"What do you mean why would I ask something like that? It's your birthday, I need to buy you a present. That's how birthdays work" you replied, confused about his reaction.

He chuckled and shook his head, setting his glass down into the sink before walking past you and towards the stairs. "Harry!" you exclaimed, following him with Archie hot on your heels.

"Darling, if I wanted something I'd buy it myself. I don't need anything, besides 39 isn't really a landmark birthday" he replied, looking down at you briefly across his shoulder as he ventured upstairs.

"That's not the point! It's the gesture of giving a present to someone on their birthday. Would you buy me a present if it were my birthday?" you asked, feeling a little puffed out after talking while going upstairs. You'd think doing a daily walk would improve your fitness, but the second stairs got involved you could barely breathe.

"Of course, I would" he scoffed, walking into his bedroom. You followed him without any thought about the room you were following him into. You were too focused on what to get him for his birthday to concentrate on anything else.

"Well then! Surely there's something you want" you pressed, watching him walk into his walk-in robe and slide off his suit jacket to rehang it. You followed him again, his eyes meeting yours and his brow raising at where you had ended up.

"Are you here to watch me undress, darling?" he asked, making heat rise into your chest. You could feel your cheeks redden and you were suddenly overcome with the realisation that you had followed him unprompted all the way into his bedroom, and now into his walk-in-robe where he'd be getting undressed.

"Uhm, n-no. I just want an answer" you stuttered, taking a small step back and avoiding his gaze.

He let out a sigh of amusement and stepped forward, tipping your head up by your chin so you were forced to look at him. Your breath hitched in your throat and his musky cinnamon scent sent shivers down your spine.

"Listen to me, love. The only thing I want that I can't buy myself is you, and you've already agreed to dinner with me on Wednesday so really, I've already got you, don't I?" he asked, his voice in a low murmur as he looked between your eyes, flickering down to your lips momentarily.

The thought of him wanting you as his present sent goosebumps all over your body. Being unwrapped and enjoyed by Harry... having him take his time with you and do whatever he wanted to because you were his present. Being treated like you were a shiny new toy just for his enjoyment. You could already feel yourself getting turned on the more you thought about it.

"I guess so..." you breathed, resisting the urge from getting on your knees and giving him an early birthday present. "What if I make-?"

He cut you off again. "No. I'm making dinner" it was like he read your mind, his abrupt reply making you jump a little.

"Desert?" you asked, giving him a hopeful look.

It just felt morally wrong not to give him anything for his birthday, even if he said that he already had everything he wanted. You knew he would've gone all out if it were yours, not for sentimental purposes, but purely because he had money and liked to show it off.

"No. Just bring yourself, okay?" his reply was final, and it was clear there was no point fighting it. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip as he looked right into your eyes.

"Okay" you whispered, wanting to slip his thumb into your mouth so bad.

"Good girl"

Not getting him a present didn't sit well with you. As you went home you even started researching wines and whiskeys, ties, and other things he might like. Item after item just didn't scream 'Harry', nor did it appease the side of you that just wanted to do what he asked.

You'd call yourself strong and independent, but Harry makes you want to relinquish all control and follow his every instruction. His words, 'the only thing I want that I can't buy myself is you', kept repeating themselves in your head over and over again and you knew that if you bought or baked or anything it would just piss him off.

That was the last thing you wanted, especially on his birthday.

You still weren't completely over the fact he didn't tell you about his birthday in the first place, but you were trying not to be spiteful when he had already apologised... in more ways than one.

When you woke up Tuesday morning and were still in two minds about what to do, you decided to go buy yourself an iced latte and walk around your local shopping centre after your walk. Walking calmed you down and when shopping was involved you felt even better.

You had it in your head that you at least wanted to buy a cute dress for dinner, so you felt your very best. You had this issue where you felt the need to buy a new dress for every occasion, and what better occasion than Harry's birthday?

If you couldn't find something cute but also casual and didn't look like you were trying too hard, you'd settle with something you already had, but you knew you were getting a new dress for his party for sure.

The official invite had been sent to you and his friends had settled on a 1920s theme. You weren't sure why they went with that theme exactly, but you were excited to see what Harry was going to wear. He had a lot more time to prepare than you, so you knew his suit was going to be to die for.

Seeing him in his work suits was hard enough and had you practically salivating whenever he got home. A 1920s suit would have your pussy dripping in about five seconds flat and your knees dropping to the floor soon after.

It was going to be hard controlling yourself around him, especially since there would be so many eyes there. Your parents and his friends were major concerns of yours, and your neighbours too. A picture of all the thirsty cokehead mums throwing themselves at Harry flashed in your mind, and you just prayed that he'd push them away and wouldn't entertain anything.

Your relationship wasn't exclusive, and as it was his birthday it only made sense that he'd want someone to warm his bed. You knew he'd be fucking you Wednesday night, so considering that and his once-a-week rule so no one would get suspicious, there was just no way you'd be the one to warm it. The thought was gross and disappointing, so you pushed it away as deep in your head as it could go.

Harry's words sprung back into your head when you came across a lingerie store, and it was like all the lightbulbs in the world had illuminated as you were sparked with the most brilliant idea you had ever had. Harry didn't want a present, he wanted you.

A pretty dress was nice, but what better way to unwrap someone than something lace and skimpy hidden underneath?

After buying five sets and spending way too much money, you finally felt at peace with your decision. You decided to relax on Wednesday to conserve your energy and take your time getting ready. What you didn’t expect, however, was the copious number of deliveries and hand delivered gifts and baked goods that would arrive on his doorstep while you were home.

The first one came around 10am, a big food hamper that felt like a nice gesture to anyone but Harry, due to how un-Harry it was. He probably wouldn’t have touched a single piece of cheap chocolate or dried fruits in the entire thing. Harry’s diet was balanced and prepped, full of healthy veggies and ingredients to keep him lean and give him that perfect body of his.

When he did have something sweet or full of calories it was of the best quality and certainly not out of a cheap looking food hamper. The thought was nice though, so you set it down on his dining table and had a peak at the sender and found a name that sounded familiar. It could’ve been his boss, but you weren’t sure.

When the second doorbell rang you, it was another delivery person, this time a nice bottle of whiskey and a dried floral arrangement. You didn’t know who these people thought Harry was, but so far, the only thing he would’ve actually liked was the whiskey.

By the third buzz you were tempted to just open the gate and let them drop it at the front door and leave so you wouldn’t have to get up from the couch this time. When you looked at the intercom however, you found one of the rich coke mums who lived across the road holding some sort of dish covered in foil.

“Hey Tracey” you greeted, after unlocking the gate and opening the front door to her. She was one of the few women Harry hadn’t slept with on your street. It was partly because she had been married for 10 years and had three kids, although that didn’t stop her from throwing herself at him at any given opportunity.

You just prayed she got sick for his party, because you would’ve rather gouged your eyes out than see the outfit she wore and all her sad attempts at seducing him. Her husband was such a sweet guy too, he basically worked to afford her lifestyle, and did it because he genuinely loved her. It’s always the nice caring guys who end up with downright bitches.

“Hey hun, I know Harry isn’t home, but I wanted to drop this off for him, you know, because it’s his birthday” she smiled and held the dish out for you.

“Great, I’ll be sure to let him know” you smiled and grabbed the dish before going to close the door.

“Wait!” she exclaimed, making you open the door fully again. She held out an envelope to you, which you took and set on top of the foil. “For his eyes only” she giggled.

“No problem” you nodded, closing the door before she could say anything else.

You were a naturally nosey person, so the second you set the dish down on the table you picked up the envelope and untucked the back so you could see what was inside. She was never going to know, and neither was Harry so really what was the harm.

Inside were what looked like polaroids, the white backs facing you. Your stomach sank at what you thought they could be, and when you plucked them out and turned them around, your eyes widened at how correct you were. You let out a loud ‘gross!’ before obnoxiously throwing them down on the table, looking away at the several naked and half-naked polaroids she had taken for him.

This bubbling ill feeling rose inside you. Objectively, they were actually very nice and artistic photos and if you were into women, you’d love them. Subjectively however, they were vile and the thought of Harry seeing them made you want to raise hell on Earth.

The jealousy you used to feel over not being able to fuck him had now turned into something uglier and much greener; jealousy over other people wanting him. It was so wrong and inappropriate given your relationship with Harry, but it was something that crept in and wasn’t really noticeable until it caused you to do something rash.

In that moment, it was at the forefront of your mind and so apparent it made you make the quick decision to gather the photos and put them back in the envelope before shoving them in his bin.

Harry could never see them. He’d probably look at her firm ass and boob job and want to add her to his rotation, even despite her marriage. Harry gave little care about who he slept with and had stuck his dick in many married women, so the chance of that happening with Tracey was actually quite likely if she played her cards right.

Luckily the cards she dealt ended up in your pocket and not Harry’s.

Her little visit dampened your mood significantly, but it only got worse when other neighbours must’ve seen her gesture and decided to do the same thing. By the third in-person visit from a neighbour, you thoroughly had enough and grabbed Archie and your things and stormed back to your house.

If you didn’t answer his door, then they could suffer and leave their baked goods on his gate step to wilt and go bad in the heat.

Considering how much he hated his birthday, every man and his dog wanted to celebrate it on his behalf. The number of deliveries and people stopping at his gate was beyond ridiculous, and you were half considering texting him to tell people to stop showing up at his house unannounced. Even after you returned home you could see them all through your window.

That would show your jealousy, which is something you definitely didn’t want. Imagine the look on his face if you sent a message about how annoying his minions were and that you wanted him to tell them to stop going to his house. He’d probably think you were drunk.

When it reached four and your plans of taking your time to get ready and enjoy the experience had been thoroughly ruined by your neighbours, you began your getting ready process with a long shower. You only returned to his place after you had prepped yourself for dinner by shaving, trimming, moisturising and perfuming everything.

You weren’t sure what time he’d be home, but he drove in right on 7 while you were taking in his last deliveries.

“Wha’s all this?” he asked as he got out of his car, looking at you over the roof of his car. He observed your irritated body language that annoyingly took away from how stunning you looked. He had to do a double take at how you were dressed and how gorgeous your makeup and hair looked, but the stack of homemade food dishes in your arm were blocking his full view.

You wanted him to look at you first, and for you to be the first thing he noticed. Yet because of all his fucking fans, they completely ruined your plan.

“Your army of horny mum’s deciding to celebrate your birthday on your behalf” you retorted, attitude heavy in your tone as you spun around and marched into his house with them. The second his door was pushed open Archie came running out to greet him.

Harry’s brows were furrowed at your attitude. He didn’t appreciate being spoken like that, especially when he had such a nice evening planned for the two of you. But he especially didn’t appreciate that you were irritated in the first place.

“Okay, first, that attitude isn’t appreciated. Second, what are you talking ‘bout?” he asked once he had reached the front door, his briefcase in one hand and ingredients for dinner in the other.

“Come and see” you yelled back, setting the dishes on the table where everything else was.

He walked in shortly after, stopping at the doorway when he saw how full the table was. “Well fuck” he cursed, genuinely surprised.

Harry had been getting alerts all day from his security system that there was motion near his gate and front door, and after seeing the first few deliveries he just ignored the rest and assumed it was you. He didn’t get surprised very often, and he was well aware of how much the women in the street loved him. But this? He had never seen so many homemade dishes of lasagne and pavlova and other tarts and biscuits in his life.

His eyes went to you next, your body language tense as you very angrily adjusted the dishes to make room for the new ones you brought him. Your short sundress was riding up but not enough for him to catch a glimpse of anything. The sight of your bare thighs though… god it made Harry want to ignore his dinner plans and go straight to devouring you instead.

A sweet tangy entrée never hurt anyone.

He honestly found it quite amusing how worked up it all made you, and he couldn’t help but want to push your buttons a little. “They must really love me, huh?” he smirked, leaning against the doorway while loosening his tie as he waited for your reaction.

“Yeah, love your dick more like it” you scoffed, your irritation making you spit out the first words that entered your mind. “Bunch of horny women who want to cheat on their husbands” you muttered to yourself.

Harry resisted the urge to laugh and walked over to you, keeping his steps light so you wouldn’t know he was coming up behind you until he was pressed against you. Your body froze as he pressed himself right into your back, placing his palms flat on the table on either side of your body.

“Why is this riling you up so much, darling? Hmm?” he asked, brushing your nicely done hair across your shoulder so your neck was exposed.

In a matter of seconds your irritated mood had all but disappeared, replaced with need at the feeling of him against you. He smelt heavenly and his body was warm, the expensive material of his suit heating up your cool skin.

“Because I wanted to have a relaxing day and all your deliveries ruined it” you breathed, subconsciously tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. “You could’ve warned me your fans would be interrupting my entire day”

“It obviously didn’t interrupt too much because you had time for all this” he drawled, his hands finding the hem of your dress and plucking it before they ran up the side of your body. “You get dressed up f’me, sweetheart?”

The thought of you taking your time to get ready for him had his mind racing over it. He thought you looked gorgeous whether you were in your usual bike shorts and large t-shirts, or all dressed up in a mini dress like he saw you on the weekend. Knowing you did something special for him though… he found you ten times more attractive because of it.

“Maybe” you whispered, “it is your birthday”

“It is, isn’t it? My birthday…” he drawled, running his hands up the outside of your thighs. Your eyes fluttered shut at the touch, feeling completely worked up already. It hadn’t even been a week since he was inside you, yet your pussy clenched like it had been months. “Since it is my birthday, suppose I should get anything I want? That’s how it works, isn’t it?”

His mouth found the curve of your neck, right where it met your shoulder and pressed there ever so gently as his hands slid higher up your thighs and under your dress. You could tell where this was going, especially as he nudged you so you were properly pressed to the table.

As much as you wanted him to tear off your underwear and bend you over the table, it would’ve completely ruined the set of lingerie you wore for him, and you really wanted him to see it fully and appreciate it before anything happened.

“Wait.” You urged, pressing your hands over his through your dress to stop him before he managed to feel the lace of your underwear.

“Wait?” he repeated, shocked that you wanted him to wait to get you undressed. You were a horny little thing, like a rabbit wanting to get pregnant at the earliest convenience, yet you stopped him from going near your hips.

“I’m hungry” you blurted out, silently cursing to yourself at how fucking stupid that excuse was. You had used it before, and he saw straight through it. Thinking he’d believe that you were too hungry for him to get you off was just plain stupid.

“You’re hungry?” he asked, using his hands to force you to turn around and look at him. You didn’t want to, but you had to. Harry knew you were lying, and the guilty look on your face only proved his theory. “What have you done, little minx? I can tell you’re up to something” he rose a brow, scanning your face.

His pet name sent shivers down your spine. You thought you had adjusted a little to all the things he calls you, yet time and time again your body tingles and shudders with every name he calls you. ‘Love’ is something he uses daily, yet it makes your insides crumble every time.

“Nothing, promise” you breathed, grabbing onto the edge of the table either side of your hips. A smirk grew on his lips and his hand glided up the side of your neck to the back, sliding through your hair and tugging sharply. You let out a little whimper as he tugged your head back and up towards him.

“Nothing, huh? No presents?” he asked. You shook your head, squeezing your thighs together. It was hard lying to his face, especially when he looked right in your eyes like that. It made you want to strip off and admit the truth right away “No cooking or baking?” you smiled at how he remembered your offer and shook your head. “No surprises?”

His other hand came up to grab your waist, the heat of his palm searing through your thin dress. “Mm mh” you hummed out a no, not trusting your voice.

“If I find out your lying, you’re going to get punished. Understood, darling?” he warned, tugging your head fully back so your neck was exposed to him. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to skim his lips against your skin, baring his teeth like he was about to bite you.

Your breath came out broken and course as you whimpered out loud. You weren’t sure what a punishment would mean as it had never been brought out before. The thought was alluring, and part of you was curious about what it could’ve meant.

The overwhelming part of you, the submissive and eager to please part, however, hated the thought of being punished. The thought of disappointing him and going against his wishes made your insides twist, and not in a good way.

You had never been like this with anyone else. There wasn’t much to go by in terms of real relationships, but your hook-ups were never men you felt the need to please or feared disappointing. Even the one you ended up seeing regularly never became someone who you just wanted to please all the time.

With Harry it was different. A lot was different with Harry, and maybe the age difference had something to do with it. But he was always on your mind, and even if you weren’t with him or even working for him you were always subconsciously considering whether he’d approve of the things you did.

“Okay… okay, maybe there is a surprise” you stuttered out, opening your eyes as he relaxed his grip on your hair and let your head straighten. You found a sickening smirk playing on his lips which made your stomach drop in nervousness.

“Ah, knew it” he tutted, his hand falling from your hair and to the front of your neck, gripping it gently to assert his dominance “all it takes is a little promise of punishment and you come spilling your pretty guts out…” he leaned in and brushed his lips against your neck, pressing kisses between his next words “it’s so. fucking. adorable”

“D-do you want it now or later?” you gasped, your hand finding his bicep and digging your fingers into his firm muscle.

“Depends. Might not want it at all… You did go against my wishes of no birthday present. Already told ya you’re all I wanted” he hummed, kissing along your neck with no real pattern or direction. He was just enjoying the moment and tasting your skin, taking in your delicious body butter that made you smell good enough to eat.

“You’ll like it… I’m-I’m wearing it” you admitted, your eyes fluttering shut again. Harry’s movements ceased as soon as the words left your mouth, making your eyes snap open to meet his. Your entire body trembled under his gaze, and you almost wished you never opened your eyes to look at him.

Harry wasn’t expecting that answer, nor did the thought of you buying lingerie for him enter his mind at any point. Now that the image was there though… he couldn’t wait any longer.

He had planned a nice romantic dinner outside on his back deck overlooking his pool. He wanted to make something special for you before he ripped your clothes off and put his mouth all over your body. The dinner was only a small part of what he had planned, and yet now it felt completely pointless.

He no longer wanted any of that… well the dinner part at least. Now he only wanted to see what was underneath that dress of yours. Images flashed in his mind of what it could look like… the colour, how much skin it showed… how it would hug your body and enhance the curve of your breasts and hips.

“Come with me.” He said after a moment of looking over your body and running through all the possibilities of what could be underneath your dress. His hand fell from your throat and grabbed onto your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“Okay” you whispered, feeling very nervous about where this was going to go. He led you upstairs and into his room, shutting the door before Archie could follow you in. Harry guided you to the bed before he sat down on the edge, letting go of your hand and spreading his legs so you could stand between them.

“Show me” he instructed, shrugging his suit jacket off before folding it in half and setting it beside him on the bed.

Your entire body was trembling at how he was looking at you, a stare so dark and intense you could scream just looking at him. He said nothing else as he tugged his tie off and undid his cufflinks, looking at you expectantly.

It felt uncomfortable just standing there, so while stripping down to next to nothing had your stomach in knots, it felt better than awkwardly looking at him. Harry shifted his hips, drawing your eyes to the movement as he undid his top button of his shirt and leaned back on his palms.

He didn’t push you to show him, even if his patience was dwindling and he was half considering standing up and ripping your dress off so he wouldn’t have to wait anymore. Suspense was fun sometimes, but in this case, he was dying to see your body. It hadn’t even been a full week, yet he was starving for you.

Without any more hesitation, you grabbed the hem of your dress and tugged it up, trying to go as seductively as you could while you pulled it up and over your head. You dropped it down beside you and forced yourself not to cover your body with your hands, nervously resting them against your outer thighs.

“Fuck.” He whispered, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he scanned your body from your face downwards. He leaned forward and rest his elbow on his knee, playing with his bottom lip as he took in every curve and dip of your body.

“Happy Birthday, Harry” you replied softly, your hands shaking a little against your thighs.

His stare was making you increasingly more flustered, your chest rising and falling faster and faster the more he looked at you. Harry noticed immediately, his eyes drawn to your breasts and the way they were restricted by your bra.

The set you chose made you feel amazing and seeing Harry look at you like that made you feel even sexier, your body growing with lust for him. It was a black see-through lace set - a pair of high cut underwear with lace trim that had a matching garter belt. Black ribbon formed garters around your upper thighs and attached to the belt with clips. The bra held your breasts perfectly and showed your nipples through the thin material.

It was expensive, way too expensive for someone like you to be wearing. Yet it felt like something Harry would like and you loved it, so you didn’t mind spending so much money on it.

Harry had to stop his jaw from dropping just looking at you and how perfect you looked in the set you chose. He never would’ve known that something like this was hidden under the dress you wore. He was never one to let his emotions read on his face and for most of his days he kept a strong poker face so no one would ever guess if he was upset or happy, or somewhere in between.

But he had tells like anyone else. His eyes were dark with blown pupils, his nostrils flaring and jaw clenching as he tried to control the raging thoughts going through his head. But there was really no use, because his lust of your body was too strong, and he had set aside this evening with you to use and try and sate his craving.

Why fight what tonight was for? It was his birthday after all, so he was allowed to want to fuck your brains out without remorse. Even when it wasn’t his birthday, he still allowed himself to lust over you day in day out. You weren’t someone he forgot after he fucked, like all those other women who he cared very little for.

You were someone, the only someone in a long time that he let himself think about after having sex with.

Harry was a man of fine taste after all, so he appreciated and loved a gorgeous set of lingerie on a gorgeous body. While he cared little about the women he slept with, he loved women. He loved them even more when they were clad in something rich and perfectly fitting to their body. What got him going even more in some type of fucked sugar daddy kind of way, was when those luxurious sets came out of his pocket.

Money was something Harry always wanted, and it was his number one drive in life. He had everything he wanted, and when he wanted something else, he bought it or saw that it was his. So, if you were going to dress up all pretty and fucking delectable for him, he was going to make sure he was the one to fund it.

Having you buy it was rather backwards anyway, considering it was coming from money that he gave you.

It was completely unnecessary for you to spend any sort of money on him, even if it was for something you were going to wear. Harry had already decided that he’d put double the cost of your lingerie back into your bank account as a bonus on your next pay. If you ever wore another lingerie set for him, it was going to be something he bought for you, not the other way around.

“Fucking hell, darling. You look breathtaking” he murmured, reaching out towards you as his eyes met yours.

“Thank you” you whispered, taking a small step closer. His hands landed on your hips, the feeling of his hands on your exposed skin making you sigh out.

“Do a spin f’me”

“You’re really going to make me twirl for you?” you blushed, your hands coming to rest gently on his shoulders.

“Yes. Wanna see what’s mine” he smirked, squeezing your hips before gently twisting your body to get you to move. You removed your hands from his shoulders and placed them over his, slowly turning around in his grip. “Fucking gorgeous” he said to himself, resisting the urge to bite your ass as it faced him on the way around. “Really am lucky aren’t I, got the most gorgeous girl with me for m’birthday…”

His praise went straight to your clit, and you were growing more and more desperate to touch him. You were turned on like crazy and standing in front of him while he was basically fully dressed was making you mad. You wanted to see his body, feel his skin, and press your lips to every single one of his tattoos.

This was his birthday, and you just wanted to worship him. You wanted to feel his cock harden in your hand and wrap your mouth around his tip, making him moan out and praise you for being good for him.

“Can I touch you Harry, please?” you whispered once you were facing him again. His brow rose as he smiled softly and reached up to wrap his hand around the front of your neck, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

“Thought I got to choose what I wanted to do on my birthday? And here you are making requests” he mused, teasing you. Your hands found their way back onto his shoulders, your eyes looking down to find his cock already hard in his dress pants.

Seeing his cock hard within his pants had you drooling. You just couldn’t help it. There wasn’t a man on this planet that made you love cock as much as Harry did. You just couldn’t get enough of it if you were being honest, and you had spent the last two weeks fantasising about having it down your throat again.

“Tell me what you want… will do anything Harry. Just-just wanna make you feel good… please” you practically whimpered, finally breaking eye contact with his crotch to look into his eyes.

Those fucking doe eyes of yours were making Harry feral, and he almost groaned out loud at the way you were eyeing his covered cock like you were starving for it. He imagined that the look you were giving him was the same look he gave you every day when you weren’t looking. One of lust and need and… longing. A carnal, feral desire to fuck and be fucked.

When you looked at him like that, he wanted to give you the world. Hearing you say that you’d do anything for him also seemed to unlock that sick part of his mind that made him want to claim you and hide you from every other man on the goddamn planet. He was thinking about all the dirty depraved things he wanted to do to you that hadn’t even come up in conversation yet.

Some of the things he wanted did need a conversation, and one that wasn’t in the height of lust.

“Get on your knees, sweet girl” he decided, flexing his hand around your neck. A blowjob was the perfect thing to get him ready for the long night ahead of you. He needed to come once before he fucked you properly, otherwise he knew he wouldn’t last long, especially when you were dressed like that.

You grabbed onto his knees and dropped to yours immediately before him. He groaned audibly at your eagerness. “Always eager to please, aren’t you? Really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything… fuck, anything” you nodded, digging your nails into his knees and fighting the urge to drag your hands up his thighs to his cock. He couldn’t help himself anymore, not when you looked like an eager little puppy practically bouncing on your knees to get to him.

With his hand still around your neck, he grabbed tighter before leaning forward and giving you a searing kiss. Your hands found his hair immediately, tugging on it as you kissed back passionately. The kiss was hot and heavy, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths at the comfort laced lust that it provided.

Harry had to break it before it went any further and he dragged you up to sit on his cock. He let out a large breath, slightly panting from the kiss “Suck my cock, darling. Remind me how good that mouth of yours is” he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, rubbing away the saliva that had collected there.

You nodded and let go of his hair, watching as his hand left your throat so he could lean back on his elbows and watch you. The sight of him laid out in front of you had your thighs clenching.

He looked utterly gorgeous, his thighs parted with his shirt half open and still tucked into his pants. His hair was messy from when you grabbed it and his lips were a brighter red than before.

You hadn’t even started, and he looked so utterly fucked out and horny. The look on his face made you determined to give him the best blowjob of his entire life.

You slowly crawled your hands up his thighs, flicking your eyes between what you were doing with your hands and his eyes. He was watching you intently and didn’t move a muscle or say a word as your hands slid higher to the buttons of his shirt. You unbuttoned it completely and untucked it from his pants before scraping your nails down his chest, a breathy hiss leaving his lips when your nails reached his v-line.

Your hands fumbled a little with his buckle, struggling to get it undone quickly. It was hard not to be overwhelmed when he looked like that. His suits were something that completely clouded your mind with lust. Seeing him sat here like a dessert with his suit half on and his tattooed chest teasing your mind was just torturous and you were incredibly nervous.

“What’s got you so nervous, angel? Weren’t so nervous the first time you had m’cock in yeh mouth” he cooed, sitting up to cup your face and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“’m not nervous” you lied, finally managing to pop open his button and undo his zip. His cock pushed its way through, still hidden behind his navy boxers.

“Don’t lie, can tell you’re a nervous little bunny tonight. Why’s that?” his grip tightened on your jaw, and you tried to ignore it as you looked at him while sliding your fingers into the band of his boxers.

“You just look so pretty” you replied, blushing at your admission. Harry’s hips shifted ever so slightly so you could pull his boxers down, enough for his cock and balls to spring free and tap against his stomach. You were immediately entranced by it, your mouth watering at getting his taste and weight on your tongue.

You didn’t get to appreciate it properly last time, so you took your time rubbing up his thighs while looking at his cock. Dicks weren’t pretty. Anyone with eyes could tell you that; yet you’d call Harry’s pretty in a heartbeat.

“Pretty, huh? Never been called that before” he mused, seemingly satisfied with your answer by the way he relaxed back on his elbows, running a hand through his hair to push it away from his face. He laid there completely exposed without a care in the world. You wished you could be that confident in your own body.

You spat on your hand for lube before wrapping it around the base of his cock, squeezing and tugging upwards. Harry let out the smallest little grunt, his thighs tensed at how quickly you touched him. “You are pretty” you looked down at his cock before up at him, shuffling a little closer. “Pretty cock… for a pretty man”

You finished the words by tapping the tip of his cock on your tongue, flicking it against his head. He let out another pretty sigh and relaxed his thighs, welcoming the pleasure your tongue brought him.

“Aren’t I lucky I’ve got a pretty girl then, hmm?” he asked, threading his fingers through your hair as you brought his tip fully into your mouth. You gently sucked on it, swirling your tongue around his head while tugging at his base with your hand. “Fuck” he stuttered, biting down on his bottom lip. “Pretty girl with the prettiest pussy… mmh, always feels so fucking good around me, you do”

You moaned around him at the praise, bringing him further into your mouth until he was as deep as you could take him without gagging. You were determined to get him further, but you wanted to build up to it first.

“Fuck baby” he moaned, his head tilting back and his grip tightening on your hair. He guided your hair up and down his cock, but never further than where you had already been taking him. He looked gorgeous, his other hand fisting the bedding tight causing the veins on his arm to pop out.

You loved pleasing him; you just couldn’t help it. He looked so gorgeous when he was being pleasured and if you could you’d do anything to make him have that look on his face 24/7. If he wasn’t so anal about this once-a-week thing (even though he broke it himself to finger you on Sunday), you’d be waiting on your knees every day when he got home so you could get his cock in your mouth.

You couldn’t stop yourself from sliding your spare hand upwards to his abs, feeling the way they clenched under your touch. There was just something so fucking sexy about his torso, his toned abs, and the slight squish at his hips. He was a lean man yet you wanted to grip onto his hips at every given moment.

Harry reached down to grab your hand, threading his fingers with yours as his other hand stayed in your hair. “Fuck… feels so fucking good” he let out the prettiest whimper and it felt like the entire world crashed around you. His hold on your hand felt too personal… too romantic if that was even a thing when his cock was in your mouth.

You pulled off him completely, letting out a gasp of air before flattening your tongue against the underside of him, licking from his base to his tip before pressing open mouth kisses along his length, tugging on him with your hand the entire time. He let out the prettiest sighs and moans of pleasure as you tried to cover his entire cock with stimulation at once and it was hard to look away.

Harry was switching between having his eyes tightly shut with his head back and looking down right at you. He wanted to have the picture of you on your knees in front of him with your pretty mouth wrapped around him burned in his head. He never wanted to forget how gorgeous you looked.

Your eyes were blown with lust, and your own sighs of contentment and pleasure around him showed how much you were loving what you were doing. Harry loved a blowjob, but fuck, seeing you enjoy it as well was the most rewarding and thrilling experience. Some girls hated it, and he understood why, but you? You looked like you had been waiting for this and were so eagerly enjoying it.

You worked down his cock to his base where you flicked your tongue against his balls, a deep groany gasp leaving his lips at the feeling. While it was the last thing you wanted to do, you were forced to let go of Harry’s hands so you could collect them in your hand while you sucked and licked at them. They felt heavy and full, full of the cum you wanted all over your tongue and throat.

“Godd… you take me so fucking well, don’t you?” he groaned, looking down at you with parted lips, his chest rising and falling heavily with his breath. His abs were tensing and contracting as you applied more pressure to his balls, fondling them with your hand and licking your way back up his shaft.

The way his hand felt tight in your hair made your clit pulse with need and you craved the feeling of a harder and more painful grip.

“Fuck my mouth, please daddy” you panted, spitting onto his tip before bringing it into your mouth and bopping your head over him. The use of ‘daddy’ nearly made his eyes roll back into his head, his cock twitching and alerting him that he was close to coming already.

“Want it rough, baby? Is that it? Want daddy to make your throat all sore with his cock?” he cooed, sitting up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail before collecting it all in his right hand. You nodded the best you could with his cock in your mouth, but he very quickly forced your head back, so it slipped out with a pop. “Hands behind your back.”

You did as told and licked your lips, disconnecting the string of saliva that connected his cock with your mouth. He guided his cock back to your lips, tapping it against them with a smirk playing on his mouth. The sight of your red swollen mouth had his mind racing, and he was thoroughly excited to get back inside it. “Relax your throat, okay? If it’s too much, pinch my thigh and I’ll slow down. Slap my thigh if you need to stop”

“okay” you nodded, looking between his cock and his eyes.

“Good girl, baby. Open up” he watched as your mouth opened wide, allowing him to easily guide your head down so his cock slid into your mouth. “That’s it, taking it so well” he murmured, caressing your face as he started using his grip on your hair to move your head back and forth.

It was gentle at first, his breathing becoming laboured as he watched his cock slide in and out of your mouth. Then he started to pick up the pace, pushing your face further down so his cock went further into your mouth and pushed over the threshold of your throat. You coughed slightly around him, making him pull back for a moment so just the tip of his cock was between your lips

“Relax” he soothed, giving you a moment to breath heavily around the head of his cock. You nodded and closed your eyes, relaxing your body and throat. “Good girl, honey” his words were soft and helped you relax into the feeling of his cock pushing deeper into your mouth. “Fuck. Feels so good around me” he whimpered when your nose met the short hairs at the base of his cock, his length dipping into your throat and constricting your breathing.

You were so focused on trying not to gag around him that you barely noticed the lack of air until he pulled out to allow you to gasp out a breath. Your eyes remained closed as he started up a pattern of pulling your head back and forth, his grip tight on your head and stinging your scalp. He’d fuck your mouth for a bit then give you a moment to breathe before doing it again over and over.

“Fucking love this, don’t you? Love letting me use your mouth, don’t ya?”

His movements got rougher and rougher until he moved your mouth back and forth in fast motions like he was fucking into your pussy. You gurgled and choked around him, your eyes pricking with tears that had begun rolling down your face and smudged your makeup.

But you didn’t care. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your hands were fisted tight behind your back. You were struggling to breath while simultaneously not gag and throw up around his cock. Despite that, the sounds of his pleasure made you so horny and gave you the most satisfying pleasure you didn’t want it to stop.

You loved the pain, and you were willing to do it over and over to please him.

The sounds of you gagging around him sent shivers down Harry’s spine. It was so incredibly arousing he could barely hold onto the last sliver of self-control in him that was stopping him from completely choking you with his cock. Between your whimpers and your gagging around him he was so close to an orgasm he could feel it in the way his cock twitched in your mouth.

“Fuck, too fucking good at this darling. Gonna come already” he whimpered, panting erratically at how good it felt to be in your mouth. The way you were just taking it and sitting there enjoying it only spurred his pleasure. “Open your eyes.”

It wasn’t a request, rather a command that you followed immediately. Your eyes stung with tears and mascara. Harry rubbed his thumb along your eyes, his lips parted and chest heaving as he took in the sight of you. His abs were contracting and his thighs nearly trembling at how close he was to his orgasm.

You looked utterly gorgeous on your knees before him. Eyes smudged with makeup, saliva dripping down your chin and all over his cock with your lipstick printed on his length. Your little doe eyes that were laced with pure lust and adrenaline looking up at him sent him over the edge, like some hypnotic force.

Your noises had already pushed him to the edge, but that look? That completely fucked-out look on your face tipped him over it.

His came spurt out in ribbons straight down your throat, causing you to cough slightly around him as you swallowed every drop. Harry could feel your throat contracting as you swallowed, his head tipping back in ecstasy as he spewed out the dirtiest depraved words of encouragement until he finished coming.

“Keep it all in there. Fuck… swallow it.” He grunted as he held your face still and kept your nose snug to his pubes. “That’s it… fuck”

When he finally finished, he pulled you off gently and released your hair, collapsing back on his elbows as he panted. You were equally as breathy, your head tipping down to rest on his thigh as your body relaxed and you gasped in the air you had been missing.

Using the back of your hand, you haphazardly wiped your mouth clean of the saliva and come that had dripped out the side of your mouth. Your throat was dry and sore, and you knew it would be like that for days after this happened.

“Thank you darling, did so fucking well f’me” he murmured, petting the back of your head, and smoothening out your hair. The praise had your body vibrating with need, your hands finding their way to his shoes to undo his laces.

You needed him naked; it was unbearable to have him still wearing clothes when you were so desperately horny for him. Harry seemed to get the memo because he very quickly tucked his cock back into his boxers and stood up from the bed, forcing you to move your head until it was tipped back so you were looking up at him. Your fingers ceased their movements and paused on his shoes.

He stared down at you and it was like this intense sexual energy seemed to pass in between you two, both of you completely still as you looked at each other. Having him tower over you had your underwear soaked all the way through, your sore knees and thighs tensing at how he was looking at you.

There were no words between you two, just heavy panting and deep stares until Harry sprung to action and pulled you up off the floor so you were standing before him. Your knees buckled beneath you, your legs sore and numb from being on your knees for so long. You fisted his dress shirt tight in your hands as he kept you upright with a firm grip around your waist, his arms keeping you pinned to his chest.

“Said you’d do anything f’me, was that right, darling?” he asked, leaning in so his nose bumped against yours. You nodded eagerly, pushing up on your sore feet to try and kiss him. He stopped you by pushing you down, so you were flat on your feet again. “Ah.” He tutted, smirking at your eagerness. His hand came up to caress your face and you could feel yourself subconsciously arching your neck, so he’d place his hand there.

It felt like you had been fucking pavloved into pushing your neck into his hand, knowing that he always put his hand there when he spoke to you in that tone of his. The tone that made your insides melt and made you want to jump right on his cock.

“How do you feel about being tied up?” the question was low and slowly delivered, his palm sliding down to the side of your neck before moving to the front and cupping there. His hand was large, his fingers coming up along your jaw as well.

You would’ve done anything for him when he had his hand around your neck like the most perfectly fitting necklace. The thought of being tied up was something you easily agreed to. You had never done it before but felt like it would’ve been similar to when he forced you to keep your hands above your head while he bit down your body. Except this time there’d be nowhere to go.

“I’d-I’d like that” you whispered, your voice cracking as you looked up at him.

“Good, ‘m glad” he smiled, leaning down to press the softest and unsatisfying kiss on your lips “Fucking wrecked your voice, didn’t I sweetheart? We’ll have to fix that soon, wanna hear you screaming f’me”

You could barely function after hearing that, only being able to whimper against his lips that were still brushing against yours. Harry loved the sound of that whimper, and he was looking forward to hearing it turn into a scream of his name.

“C’mon”

Harry guided you onto the bed, so you were lying comfortably in the centre with your head against the pillows. You clasped your hands over your stomach and clamped your legs together, shivering when he trailed his finger down your calf before getting off the bed. He muttered something to himself with that signature smirk on his face before getting off the bed and walking into his walk-in robe.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and the wait felt like hours. He returned in what was probably only a few minutes with his shirt, belt and shoes off, his suit pants still on and resting low on his hips due to being unzipped. He was carrying a black box the size of a cereal box and had pushed his hair back from his face.

You assumed the ties, or ropes… or whatever he’d be using to tie you up were in there, but with the size of the box you had this feeling that there was a lot more in there than just rope. He came and sat by your side, setting the box on the other side of him so you couldn’t see what was inside.

“Are you okay with a blindfold? Or is that too much?” he asked the question while rummaging through the box, searching for the silk blindfolds and binds.

“That’s okay” you replied, completely distracted by the way his muscles contracted as he moved.

He grabbed the black silk blindfold from the box and turned his upper body to face you. His eyes met yours, causing your breath to hitch. “Have you ever had one of these put on you before?” he held up the blindfold, knowing immediately that the answer was no. Your eyes widened a little looking at the cloth, or more at the potential of how the cloth would impact your sex with Harry.

“No”

He smiled softly and reached to cup your face. “That’s okay, darling. I’ll take good care of you, and if you need anything you tell me. You ever heard of the traffic light system?” his touch was so gentle it had your eyes closing shut momentarily, your lips parting when you felt his thumb touch your mouth.

“I’ve heard of it, but never used it” you replied, opening your eyes again to look at him.

“That’s okay, we’ll try it out today and if you don’t like it, we can do something different next time. Okay?”

“Okay” you whispered, feeling comforted by the soft look in his eyes.  

“Good girl… I’ll check in with you, but you can also use them any time if you need to. Green is for good, yellow for slow down and red to stop. If at any time you use yellow, I will slow down, and we’ll figure out what you need. Okay? Red means we stop completely, and we’ll talk it over. Do not be afraid to use yellow if you don’t like something, okay? We can always change and do something else” his tone was soft yet firm, and it was clear he was serious about your use of colours and keeping in communication with him.

You hadn’t talked about this before, and honestly you doubted you were even going to use them considering how much you liked everything else you did with him. Knowing they were there if anything happened though was good, and it felt like something that should be put in place even if your sex was super vanilla.

Being tied up wasn’t the most extreme thing out there and you knew it barely scratched the surface of what you and Harry could do, but you liked that he was introducing it now rather than later when things might’ve gotten more intense. You didn’t really know what Harry was into particularly but based on your experience with him so far and your knowledge of what else was out there, you could guess that this was the tip of a very large iceberg.

“I understand” you nodded, placing your hand over his that was cupping your face.

“Good girl. Now close those pretty eyes of yours” he instructed.

You closed your eyes and felt him slide his hand between your head and the pillow so he could lift your head a little and put the blindfold over your eyes. He adjusted it so it was covering your eyes properly, his body hovering over yours so closely you could feel the heat radiating from him.

Having your vision gone felt intense. When you opened your eyes and only saw black you could feel your body tense up, especially when Harry’s touch disappeared, and you felt the bed release as he stood up. Not knowing what he was doing freaked you out a little, but you were trying not to appear so nervous about it.

You were equally as excited as you were nervous. A moment later soft music started playing through the room, relaxing your body as you were no longer in a dark silent room. Even though Harry was there, the silence was bitter, and you hated it.

You felt the bed dip as Harry kneeled on it. He picked up your hands from your stomach and lifted them up so they were above your head, elbows bent on either side of your head. “Keep them here f’me”

It was only a moment later that you felt the first bind, what felt like a soft silky ribbon tied to your first wrist before it was wrapped and tied around the other so they were tied together. He did some sort of knot then threaded a second piece of cloth through the tied section of ribbon before raising your arms and connecting that to a ring at the top of his headboard.

Harry was a crafty man and while he would’ve rather paid someone else to do alterations on his house, the ones he did to his bedframe were a personal project of his. Now, he didn’t tie someone up on a weekly occurrence, but it happened enough in his adult life for him to justify diying his headboard a little.

He had attached three silver rings to the backside of his timber headboard that almost looked like doorknockers. From the front of the frame, you couldn’t see them, but they were easily accessible from the top and allowed him to attach rope, handcuffs, or anything else to them.

“Do you tie people up a lot, Harry?” you asked, feeling breathy as you tugged at your restraints to test them.

You had never noticed anything suspicious about Harry’s bed, even after all the snooping and time you spent in it. But it was clear he had done something to it and your curiosity got the better of you.

“What makes you ask that?” he chuckled, putting his hands on your waist before sliding downwards. He plucked at your garter belt, then the thin band of your underwear before rubbing over your hips and down your thighs. He was utterly mesmerised by your body, the way he could squeeze it and bite it and mark it all up.

You could barely concentrate with him touching you like that, especially when he was so close to where you were the neediest. “You’ve done something to your headboard… guessing I’m not the first person to be in this position” you breathed, thighs tensing as he grabbed your knees and pulled your legs apart from where they had been squeezed together. He did it without struggle, even considering how tight they were pressed.

“You’re the only person that matters right now, y/n. I’m touching you, nobody else” he replied, sliding his hand up your inner thigh. “You look so pretty like this… so soft and delicate” he plucked at the garter around your thigh before moving upwards and rubbing his fingertips against the crease where your thighs met your crotch.

“Harry…” you breathed, the softest whimper left your lips as he brushed his finger over your underwear where your arousal had soaked through and made a wet patch. Your interest in your previous question had completely gone out the window as soon as he touched you right where you needed him to.

“Ah. If you want something you address me properly, y/n. You started this tonight so we’re gonna carry it through” he tutted.

You knew exactly what he was talking about.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your clothed mound, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal. It went straight to his cock, and he almost groaned at how he couldn’t taste you right now. Harry had a plan of how this part of the night was going to go, and he wasn’t about to stray from it.

“’m sorry, just… just need you daddy” you sighed, your body tensing against the bed as his touch disappeared from you. When he was touching you, you could guess what he would do next, but when his hands were off your body you had no ideas and it put you on edge.

“I know, don’t worry baby, daddy’s gonna take care of you” he murmured, grabbing another item from the box and setting it beside you before spreading your legs further and kneeling between them. He took a moment to appreciate your body before using the tip of his index finger to press to your mouth.

Harry trailed this finger down the middle of your neck towards your stomach. It left a trail of goosebumps in its path, one that Harry followed with his mouth. Once he got between your breasts his finger switched with his lips, soft kisses peppering down the centre of your body.

You could feel yourself becoming more and more alive with need. You were already soaked from giving him a blowjob, but now with his gentle teasing you were becoming unbearable needy. Your clit ached, especially when he poked his tongue through his lips as he kissed around your stomach.

When his lips pressed to your mound you expected him to pull your underwear to the side and dive right in, like he had the last time he ate you out. Instead, his mouth pressed gently in a path to your hip then down your thigh.

He was distracting you with his mouth and it seemed to be working because you barely noticed the way his hand crept up your inner thigh to your underwear. You only noticed when they were pushed to the side and his index finger traced along your slick slit.

Your hips shifted upwards in an attempt for his finger to do something stimulating rather than teasing and surprisingly Harry let you. The movement caused his finger to dip between your folds and hit your clit. He kept peppering kisses along your thighs, working down to your knee before moving upwards to kiss along your underwear and move to your other thigh.

His touch was so soft it was almost concerning. Harry hadn’t really been soft with you aside from words, and those words were always juxtaposed with rough thrusts or bites that left bruises. This time everything was gentle, opposite to how he just fucked your mouth. You couldn’t help but feel like he was just building it up for when he really fucked you and made your legs spasm.

Harry slid another finger between your folds, running up and down and circling your clit only once before they moved down and nudged against your entrance. “Wish I could mark you up, fucking loved those pretty bruises all over your body” he was talking more to himself than you, his lips ghosting your skin like he was trying to memorise every inch of your body.

He didn’t give any warning before he slid both fingers into you, the feeling making you whine out at how long and perfect they fit inside you. They weren’t his cock, nothing could compare to his cock, but the way they managed to hook right into your g-spot and stretch you out at the same time was magic.

They slid in easily due to how wet you were, and it made Harry groan out loud and sink his teeth into the meaty part of your thigh, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of you. “So, fucking wet f’me, aren’t you baby? Bet you wish it was my cock right now, don’t you?”

“Yes… god yes” you moaned, fisting your hands tight when he hooked his fingers to find the spongey spot inside of you, one they hit already purely because of how big they were. He stimulated there perfectly and joined that pleasure by beginning to rub your clit with his thumb.

He continued his fingering as he kissed back up your body, pressing his spare hand beside your head so he could hover over you. You could feel his body heat radiate against you and you wanted nothing more than for him to just press down so all his weight covered your body.

“Daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and tilting your head up in a bid to find his mouth. You had been craving a proper kiss since the kiss you shared in that bar, and so far, he had only given you a taste.

“Yes?”

Harry knew exactly what you wanted. He could tell by the way you were biting down on your lip and lifting your head to try and reach him, but he wasn’t going to give in just yet. Harry wanted to hear you beg.

“Please…”

“Please, what? I’m not a mind reader, darling. Although that would make my life much easier” you could picture the smirk on his lips as he chuckled, and it made you frustrated.

“Kiss me… please” you panted, your legs clamping up against his hips as his thrusting became more faster and harder.

“Think you deserve it, sweetheart? Even after you disobeyed my rule of no presents and lied about it?” He leaned down and nipped at your jaw just to tease, making sure to kiss the same spot after and keep it as close to your mouth as possible without touching your lips.

“Yes… please, want it so bad” you practically begged, licking your lips to dampen them as you tried to figure out where his face was. After kissing your jaw, he pulled back so you had no idea where he was.

“Only because you asked so nicely” he smirked, leaning in clasping his lips with yours, catching your top lip before he deepened the kiss. Harry couldn’t say no to you, especially when you asked him like that in that pretty voice of yours.

Kissing Harry was electrifying. Kissing in general was something you had always wanted to enjoy, but never found yourself actually in the moment and enjoying it as it happened. With Harry it was an entire body experience, like your body disappeared and started to melt in with his.

The kiss was hot and heavy, Harry groaning into your mouth as he nipped and sucked on your lower lip. It was messy too, but in a way that had your body tightening around his fingers and your orgasm drawing closer.

Harry could feel the way you clenched around his two fingers, so he slipped another in and pressed his thumb harder to your clit. The stretch still wasn’t near his cock, but fuck did it add another level of pleasure that had you seeing stars.

“Gonna come, please… don’t stop” you panted, squeezing your knees into the sides of his hips as you couldn’t help but grind up into his touch. Having no sight and your hands restricted added so many levels to your sensations and it felt like everything was heightened.

You were aware of everything. The way his fingers moved so quickly and easily due to how wet you were, the way your arousal had already started to leak and coated your inner thighs, even the way Harry’s rings clanked together as he fisted the bedding beside your head.

“Go on, come f’me, want you to let go whenever you’re ready” he coaxed, panting into your mouth before peppering kisses along your jaw to catch his breath from the kiss.

He loved kissing you, almost as much as he loved being inside you. There was just something about the way you tasted and meshed in with his body that had him crazy for you. Just kissing your sweet lips was enough to get his cock hardening up again in his boxers. Although he already felt himself growing hard the second he smelt your arousal.

You made him so undeniably feral, he could barely control himself.

“Harry… Daddy!” you let go with a cry of his name, your head thrown back and thighs tense as waves of pleasure rolled over you. He let out a groan of satisfaction and haphazardly pressed his lips to yours, feeling your pants of air enter his mouth as he kept fucking his fingers into you.

He was drawing you through it, never ceasing his movements or slowing down. Your panting and cries of pleasure softened as you calmed down, then increased quickly after when he didn’t stop. The stimulation had your legs buzzing, shaking as your body subconsciously grinded down against his fingers. “Harry… what are- fuck, what are you doing?” you whimpered, not expecting him to keep going.

“Just want another baby, you can do it. Know you can” he soothed, kissing you again gently as his ‘come here’ motions inside you became harder and with more purpose, less speed and rather strength coming into play.

You loved coming multiple times, and it was something you did every single time you masturbated. If you didn’t make yourself come at least twice, it didn’t feel like you had put enough effort into taking care of yourself. Having it like this however was different. You were an orgasm then have a five-minute phone scroll break kinda gal before you went at it again.

The way Harry just didn’t stop touching you and pleasuring you made it so much more intense, and you could barely control the sounds you were making and how your body was wiggling against his fingers.

“Fuck” your back arched, your clit feeling like your orgasm just hadn’t stopped and was pulsing with pleasure the entire time. Having a break between was like resetting the clock with added sensitivity each time, this was like perpetual aftershocks of your first orgasm.

“C’mon, come for me again darling. Need it so fucking bad” he moaned, licking a stripe up your neck before tugging down on your ear lobe. “Give daddy another orgasm, want you to soak my fingers”

His words were utterly filthy and you wished you could see what he looked like when he said them. Between the dirty talk, his mouth and his fingers hitting right into your pleasure spots you came quickly with no warning, the orgasm more intense and in sharper bursts. You simply cried out, digging your nails into your palms and tugging against the rope to try and replace the feeling of grabbing onto something when you come.

“That’s it, fucking love when you come for me” he praised, kissing you again as this time his movements softened up. “Sound so fucking pretty when you come like that” he kissed you again, pecking your lips another time like he was trying to taste your whimpers and small sighs. You kissed back haphazardly, trying to deepen it and get him closer. “Colour?”

“Green, so… so green” you sighed out, whimpering as his fingers finally slid out.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear”

You felt his body lean back so he wasn’t hovered anymore, then you barely had any time to think before he slipped those same two fingers back into you and hooked them up into your g-spot again. You let out a loud ‘fuck’ at the lack of break, then almost said something before you were interrupted by the sound of a vibrator turning on.

“This is called overstimulation, darling. I’m going to make you come over and over again until you can’t handle it anymore” he explained, his voice dark and laced with lust. The pleasure was sharp as he pressed the vibrator to your clit, the pulsing suction sending your chest lurching off the bed.

Your movements were stopped by your tied hands, loud moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as you tried to clamp your legs shut. Harry’s body was in the way, so there was nothing you could really do except lie there and take it.

God, it felt so fucking good, yet it hurt at the same time. It was tight and stingy, and if anything, that only made you like it more.

“Fuck, I love seeing how many orgasms it takes before someone taps out. How many do you think it’ll take for you, love? Four… five… maybe even six?” his spare hand tucked into your underwear, pulling it further to the side so he had a better view of your pussy. It was so puffy and wet, all the blood rushing there from your two orgasms making it especially sensitive.

The thought of having six orgasms without a break was sending your mind in crazy, but you could barely think about it with the vibrator right on your clit, pulsing without mercy. Harry’s fingers were still hooking into your g-spot and with the added stimulation of the vibrator you could barely tell which one you were feeling more.

Your g-spot and clit were both being stimulated so well you came very quickly, your third orgasm making tears leak out of your eyes and dampen the tie around your eyes. “Number three… always look so fucking pretty when you come”  

He turned off the vibrator then chucked it beside you, slipping his fingers out before flattening himself onto his stomach between your legs. He kept the fingers pulling your underwear to the side there while the other pinned your thigh down.

The feeling of his breath on your core made your body tense up, your clit still pulsing in the aftershocks of your orgasm. “You have the prettiest pussy baby, just gotta have a little taste”

“Harry” you groaned, trying to close your legs around his head as he caressed the soft skin of your thighs. His breath was hot and became hotter when he leaned to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit. It was such a change from the high-powered vibrations of the toy that you couldn’t help but relax into his touch.

“Taste so. fucking. good” he groaned between open mouthed kisses right over your clit. You moaned and arched your back in response, your breath hitching when he pressed his hands to your knees and pinned them to the bed, so you were completely open for him.

He swiped his tongue through your folds, starting at your entrance then ending at your clit where he moaned like he was eating some fine desert. “These are in the way” he muttered to himself, poking his fingers through the fine lace of your underwear and completely tearing them apart, the material springing up so what was left gathered at your waist.

“Harry! That was expensive” you gasped, annoyed that he had just ripped a third of your expensive lingerie. At first you were glad that he was appreciating it and pleasing you with it on, but if you had known he was just going to rip it off like some savage you would’ve taken them off before that would happen.

“Like I care” he scoffed, licking at your clit.

“I care! I paid a lot of money for them” you complained, your words half moans with how he was happily licking at your clit like you weren’t having a go at him.

“I’ve already put money in your account for it, so really I paid for it and I say it doesn’t fucking matter” he declared, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Your mouth dropped at the stimulation right on your clit, your legs jolting under his hands.

“When… when did you do that?” you stuttered, barely able to contain your moans from how Harry was fully sucking and licking at your clit. He was only using his mouth, alternating between your entrance and the nerves there and your clit. Nothing compared to the feeling of Harry’s mouth on your clit. You’d take it over a vibrator or fingers any day.

“When I got my box of toys. Now are you going to stop talking and let me eat or not?” he asked, sass evident in his voice. You could picture his brow raised and you wished you could see it for yourself.

“But Harry that’s not-”

“Shh, do I need to gag you as well?” he reached up and pressed a finger to your lips, kissing your thigh gently. Your heartbeat faster at the thought of being gagged, but you were definitely glad you weren’t.

“N-no”

“Good girl, now be good for daddy and let me eat” he hummed, licking through your folds up to your clit to get a good taste before he focused his attention on your clit. He was in pure heaven being between your thighs, and he showed it by how enthusiastically he ate you out.

He let out his own sighs of pleasure and contentment that were almost louder than yours, and he was using his mouth and nose to fully please you. His entire chin and nose were soaked with your arousal and he knew that if he hadn’t have shaved this morning, your scent would be laced in his facial hair for days. The sight of you pulling against your ties with a heaving chest and flushed body was so fucking hot he was already hard enough to be painful.

But he missed your eyes. He missed your gorgeous doe eyes that got all droopy and completely fucked when you were being pleasured. He missed the way you grabbed onto his hair to pull him closer and how you tried so hard to look at him but never could last too long before your head tilted back, and your eyes closed in ecstasy.

Harry kept pleasing you until you were right on the edge of another orgasm, and when your moans turned into cries and your thighs began to shake, he completely pulled away. A noise of both contentment and frustration left your lips, the loss of orgasm making your body shake with need.

Harry was quick to distract you by reaching up and simply pulling the knot free. It was a knot that you couldn’t get out of yourself, and only tightened when you tugged at it, but he could undo it with a simple pull of a loose end.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but only for a moment as the return of light to your eyes completely shocked your body. Harry had pulled the blindfold off quickly and patted your hair down to try and fix it. Your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light before you opened them properly to look at him.

“You alright pretty girl?” he placed his hands on either side of your head and hovered over you. You immediately took advantage and placed your hands on his chest, feeling it and moving up to his shoulders.

“Mhmm, why’d you undo everything?” you asked, still a little dazed from the loss of orgasm and suddenly being given back all your senses again.

“Missed you” he admitted, leaning closer so his nose nudged against yours. “Needed to see your pretty, pretty eyes.” His voice dropped lower and lower as he brushed his lips to yours. A rush of heat filled your body at his words, ‘missed you’ like it meant more than just a heat of the moment longing.

You tried not to read into it too much, which was easy when he kissed you, another hot and heavy kiss that had his hips dropping into yours. You held onto him tight, wrapping your arms and legs around him and touching and feeling everywhere you could. You were moaning into his mouth, bucking your hips to feel his hard cock through his boxers.

Harry could feel your arousal wet the front of his cock and it had him biting and nipping harder at your mouth. He broke the kiss and leaned back on his knees, panting from the lack of air and intensity from what you just shared. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face and trying to shake this sinking feeling in his chest.

It wasn’t normal, and in the moment, he feared it could be a heart tremor or some early sign of a heart attack. The thought lasted a second, because when his eyes met your dripping pussy all spread out for him his mind returned to its original focus of the night.

He had edged you to a fourth orgasm, and he was determined to get that to six. You hadn’t shown anything aside from usual sensitivity, but he wanted-no, needed to see you cry and beg for him. Harry got sick sick satisfaction from begging, crying, screaming.

Harry reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom before quickly getting off the bed to slip his pants and boxers off. You couldn’t help but stare as he did so, propping yourself up on your elbows and scanning every inch of his body as he stood completely naked in front of you.

“Don’t look at me like that” he tutted, holding the condom wrapper between his teeth while a sick smirk played on his lips.

“Like what” you breathed, completely ignoring his warning, and looking right at his cock. Your knees fell inwards so your legs were shut. There was just something about lying there spread out like some sacrificial lamb that you didn’t like, especially when your sight had been returned to you.

His body was to die for, all his tattoos including his thigh tiger on display for you. Anywhere you looked was attractive and tempting, especially the deep v at his hips where his two laurel tattoos were proudly shown off. God you just wanted to bite at his hips and those fucking laurels of his, cover them all in hickeys and bite marks.

“Like you want to eat me” he chuckled and wrapped his hand around his cock, tugging at it for good measure before tearing the wrapper open and sliding it on.

“I do” you admitted, eyes widening and your cheeks reddening at how easily you gave up that information.

“Yeah?” his brow rose, and he climbed back onto the bed, wrapping his hand around your throat right at the base of your jaw. “Don’t worry, love. I want to devour you, would do it every day if I could”

His lips pressed roughly to yours and you were suddenly forced onto your back again, Harry parting your legs and kneeling between them. His cock rested on your mound, and it was sick how horny just having it on your body made you. It was heavy and you could feel how deep it was about to be just by having it on your stomach.

He parted from you for a moment and grabbed a spare pillow and tucked it under your hips with ease, knowing how much better it would feel for you at this angle. Harry had it on his mind that he wanted to make you squirt again, so he’d use every pillow and every technique to make that happen.

“Gonna give daddy another orgasm, y/n? Gonna make me happy?” he basically growled, his hand returning to your neck as he adjusted himself so he could guide the head of his cock through your folds while keeping you pinned to the bed.

You nodded and whimpered into his mouth, grabbing onto his wrist with both hands. “Yes… wanna make you happy”

“I know baby, just so fucking good for me, aren’t you?” he praised, smiling against your mouth. His heart fluttered at your reply, because fucking hell he’d have you make him happy every day for the rest of his life if he could.

The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, Harry’s mouth dropping in a pant at how amazing it felt to be coated in your arousal. He dragged it up and down through your folds just to tease before bringing it back to your entrance, your arousal making slick sounds echo through the room. He slowly pushed in until he couldn’t anymore, stretching you out and groaning at your nails digging into his back.

The feeling of being stretched out by his cock was like nothing else you had ever experienced. It was full and achey and so fucking pleasurable your entire body was hot. Harry kept himself over you by placing his spare hand beside your head for leverage, so he had full range of motions to fuck you. It only took a couple thrusts before he was fully inside you, his balls slapping against your ass with every movement.

You loved being close like this, with his chest pressed to yours and your mouths mushed together, both of you moaning into each other’s teeth without care. You could feel every ridge of his back and chest move and tense as he thrust into you, his movements fast and rough.

Harry fucked without remorse, and it was clear he wasn’t finished with his overstimulation of you. His body was grinding down on your clit with every thrust and because your pussy was still so sensitive from your last three orgasms it was a pleasure laced with sharp pain. It sent your body fucking crazy, your high building up fast due to how much stimulation your clit was getting.

You could barely figure out what your name was before you came again, crying out loud into Harry’s mouth and locking your thighs around his hips. The waves of pleasure had your thighs shaking, your clit pulsing and aching. “That’s it, good fucking girl” he praised, kissing you sloppily.

Your body felt like it was on fire, both in an aroused way and in a perpetual ache from coming so much. Yet Harry still didn’t stop, he simply pulled out and collapsed beside you, lying on his side and pulling your jelly body into position so he was spooning you and your back was pressed to his chest. It was easy to move you, and you were compliant in it due to being so fucked out.

His arm slid under your head on the pillow so his hand could wrap around your neck from behind and pull it back to rest on his shoulder. “Colour?” he murmured in your ear, grabbing onto your leg and pulling it back to rest over his hip.

“Green” you whimpered out, a choked gasp leaving your mouth as he quickly slipped his cock into you again. “Fuck!”

At this angle he felt so much deeper than before and the feeling of him fucking into you like this had you completely dumb. He adjusted so his arm was fully around your neck, pushing you so your head was tilted back right next to his. There was no air restriction but the feeling of being so close and enclosed with him had your head rushing.

“You feel so fucking good around me, angel. So fucking wet and tight…” his lips ghosted your cheek and his hand tightened around your thigh, digging in hard enough to leave bruises in the shapes of fingerprints. “All for me, aren’t you? Just my little toy… my little slut for me to use, aren’t you?” he spat in your ear, heavy groans of pleasure following his words.

“Mghh, y-yes” you struggled to get out, his degradations and praise all swimming and mixing in your head. You were completely at his mercy and there was nowhere to go.

The pain was building as your orgasm was, his cock pummelling into you making tears leak from your eyes. You honestly didn’t know if you could do it again because your body was completely wrecked already, and it felt like it would explode if he went anywhere near your clit.

“That’s it, fucking say it. Say what you are” he demanded, adjusting so his hand was back around your throat. For the first time tonight he squeezed, digging his fingers on the sides of your throat right where it made your head all fuzzy and dazed. The feeling of light headedness completely clouded any thought you had left in your head.

All you could think about was Harry and his cock. Harry and cock. Harry. Cock.

It was swirling and building just like your orgasm was.

“’m your slut… myourslut” you chanted, your body wiggling against Harry’s. “I can’t. Can’t do it… please”

“Oh but you can, know you can because you’re a good girl and Daddy wants another one so that’s what he’ll get. You can do it… you can do it, baby” he cooed, letting go of your thigh to swipe back and forth over your clit like he was strumming a guiltar. There was nothing gentle about it, just like how his cock was pummelling into you without an ounce of love.

“Ah! Ahh, daddy. I’m-” you cried out, the words babbled and barely coherent.

“I know, oh I know honey. Too fucking good, isn’t it?” he roughly turned your head and pressed his mouth to yours, biting down on your lower lip.

You could barely kiss back with how overwhelmed you were, your entire body at his mercy. The pleasure and pain felt like it was coming from everywhere and there was nothing you could do except cry out into his mouth and dig your nails into his arm.

Your body trembled in his arms as your high approached again, but unlike your last three the heat was different. An overwhelming need to release built up in you and you just knew that you were going to squirt. Going from doing it once and never being able to do it again to Harry making it happen only the second time you slept together was insane. Now he was about to do it again and you decided that no one in the entire world would be able to fuck you like him.

The only thing that might’ve come close was having sex with someone you loved, but you didn’t see that happening for a long time.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you whined, screaming in ecstasy when you came and practically exploded all over the bed.

It wasn’t a little bit like last time, no, it felt like you were releasing an entire fucking water bottle. Your legs shook and kicked as you sobbed against Harry’s mouth, your squirt coming in full sprays that completely soaked his hand and bedding. It was dripping down your legs and just wouldn’t stop as Harry kept strumming his fingers against your clit.

“Yess, fucking hell, baby. Give it to me, give it all to me” he groaned, his hips stilling as he focused on working overdrive on your clit.

You couldn’t help but cry into his mouth, the feeling just too much for you. Your clit felt like it was on fire and squirting just made your entire pussy felt like it was destroyed. His cock was still deep in you, stretching you out and making you squirm as you reached down to try and push his hand away.

Harry thankfully stopped, but he only did so to you push you onto your stomach, making you land on the soaked pillow he had propped your hips up with earlier. His sock slipped out in the move, and you sighed out in the relief of having no stimulation. “Gotta give me one more, sweetheart. Just one more for Daddy”

He gripped your hips and pulled your body back so you were up on your knees with your chest pressed to the bed. But you just couldn’t do it, your body was wrecked, and you just couldn’t even fathom what another orgasm would feel like. “I can’t” you whimpered, trying to crawl away from him.

But there was no use, the pillow was tucked up near your legs and Harry had a firm grip on your hips that stopped you from going anywhere. “You can, I know you can because you’re a good girl” he tutted, placing his closed fist on the bed next to your head and guiding his cock back to your sopping cunt.

He slipped in easily making you cry out and fist the blanket beneath your chest, your arms trapped underneath your torso. “Just take me so well, don’t you, darling?” You just cried in response, your body so sore and overwhelmed yet completely filled to the brim with pleasure. You were so fucking full of his cock and it felt like your entire body was being stimulated at once.

The feeling of your trembling body under his was driving Harry absolutely wild. The sounds of your whimpers and tears into the bedding were giving him the sickest type of satisfaction. He just couldn’t help it and it made him fuck into you faster, chasing his own release that he had been holding back since he first entered you.

Your pussy was clenching around him and with every thrust a distinct wet sound travelled through the room, barely audible with how loud you were crying into the bedding and Harry’s own groans of pleasure.

He knelt back on his knees so he could watch himself disappear into your cunt, spreading your cheeks with his hands and just watching how fucking well your pussy was taking him. You were still so wet and his cock was covered in it, your arousal and cream coating his length and dripping down to his balls. Fuck, Harry could even feel it on his thighs, just like yours were completely soaked in it too.

“Please, please daddy” you begged, digging your face into the mattress. The thought of using ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ hadn’t even crossed your mind because you liked pleasing Harry and even though it hurt, it was a good pain that you just didn’t want to stop.

Harry didn’t like that very much. There was no point getting you to the point of tears because he just fucked you that good for your noise to be muffled by the bed. He gathered your hair and wrapped it around his fist, grabbing onto the front of your throat with the other and pulling your upper body up so your back hit his chest.

The sting of your scalp made you yelp, but you were too fucked out and overwhelmed to care too much. “If you’re gonna beg for me, I wanna hear it” he murmured into your ear. “Now what were you saying?” Your reaction made a smirk curl on his lips, babbles and pleads falling from your mouth. “You can take it, I know you can. Now you gonna come one more time for me baby or have you had enough? All you have to do is say so”

His teasing was relentless, and while you had no doubts in your mind that he’d stop if you really wanted to, his words seemed to have the opposite effect. Harry had a way of making you want to completely submit to him and you had been the entire night. Now you just wanted to make him happy, despite how thoroughly wrecked and hurt you felt.

“Please, please daddy just-ughh” you cried; your face wet with tears.

“I know, I know it’s just too much for you, isn’t it? But you take it so well, just so fucking perfect the way you take my cock” he cooed, moaning loudly in your ear. He was so close to coming his mind was all over the place to try and hold back until you came one more time. He wanted it… no, he craved it.

Six. He told himself he’d get you to six orgasms and he was going to hold himself to that.

Harry could feel your body shake, even more so than it had been the entire time he was fucking you from behind. Just by that, he could tell you were close. He moved his arm to wrap around your neck, keeping you pinned to him without applying too much pressure as his other hand came down to rub on your clit.

He used gentle rubs this time, knowing that’s all that you needed given how many orgasms you already had and how sensitive your body was. “Daddy…”

“Come f’me, fucking come f’me” he demanded, feeling your pussy spasm around his cock. His own abs trembled, and his cock pulsed due to how fucking bad he needed to come. But he held off until you came one more time.

The sound you let out as you came was a mix between a cry and a squeal, your stomach aching and your pussy pulsing as your orgasm waved over you in short sharp bursts. More squirting gushed as Harry carried you through by rubbing your clit, a puddle forming on the bed below you and wetting your legs.

Harry’s orgasm followed, a loud moan of your name filling the room as his head tipped back and ribbons of come filled your condom. His hold on you loosened, letting you collapse down onto your forearms as you panted and tried to control your crying.

They were tears of pure overstimulation and pleasure, a white noise filling your head and your mind absolutely foggy as you pressed your face into the mattress to try and stop crying.

He was gentle as he pulled out and got rid of his condom, knotting the end. He didn’t want to leave you, he just wanted to talk to you and take care of you right away, but he also cared about you being comfortable in that process. “Just gonna get a cloth, love. I’m not leaving you, I’ll just be in the ensuite” he said softly, kissing your back before getting up and walking into his ensuite.

He threw away the condom then grabbed a clean face towel and soaked it with warm water before returning to you. Harry was too focused on getting back to you to care about cleaning himself up, he’d do it later when you both showered. The bed dipped as he kneeled on it and pulled the pillow from under your belly, throwing it on the floor. He tugged you away from the wet patch then laid beside you, tucking you into his side so your head was laying on his arm,

“Is it okay if I clean you up a bit?” His voice was soft as he waited for your response before touching your legs. You responded with a little yes and closed your eyes before he gently parted your legs and began cleaning up the mess on your thighs. A tiny sigh of pain left your lips when he rubbed the towel over your pussy, being extra careful due to how sensitive he knew you were.

The towel was thrown over where the pillow was before he hugged you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your body. There was something so soft and gentle about you. Maybe because of your nature or maybe it really was just your soft skin, but Harry loved having your body close. He didn’t have someone to cuddle aside from Archie, and it was never something he did with his one night stands.

It had already been well established though, that you weren’t a one night stand so he was never going to treat you like one.

“We should’ve put a towel down” you sniffled, welcoming his arms as you snuggled into his chest. You didn’t even want to breathe; you were so wrecked. You just wanted to disappear into his skin and live there so you could stop shaking and feel normal again.

“Next time” he chuckled, brushing your sweaty hair away from your forehead so he could see your face. “Are you okay, love? Didn’t go too rough, did I?” his brows furrowed as he looked down at you. Your makeup was completely ruined, and your eyes were screwed shut as you dug the side of your face into his sweaty chest.

“I’m fine but I hate you right now so just… stop talking” you groaned.

Everything was wet. There was sweat, cum, and whatever squirt was completely covering your body and Harry’s and it felt disgusting. Even after he wiped a lot of it off, you could still feel it everywhere. The thought of moving from your current position, however, was so mortifying you froze against him.

Even the laughter that rumbled through his chest had you groaning in pain, your pussy sore and your legs feeling like they weren’t even attached to your body anymore. “You hate me? That’s not nice at all, is it?” he laughed, tracing the half of your lips he could reach with his finger.

“It’s justified. You just fucked me and made me cry, I think I can hate you for a bit” you replied, turning your head so your entire face was pressed into his chest so he couldn’t reach your lips anymore.

“Well, I’m sorry for making you come, won’t do it again” He replied sarcastically, cupping your face and forcing your head to turn so he could look at you. Your eyes opened slowly, a hum of nerves rushing through your body at how he looked at you.

It was remarkable how he could fuck you in every position and you took it gladly then barely five minutes later he made you blush and stutter in nervousness. “Well, don’t go that far”

Despite how sticky you were, you had still decided that there was no place like Harry’s arms. It only happened after sex, and you treasured every single minute of being hugged and held in his arms. He was warm and still smelt like heaven and you never wanted to leave.

That was the one thing you craved constantly, well aside from sex, intimacy. Intimacy in a cuddles and kind loving words way. You had never really experienced it before. You hadn’t been in love and your experience with relationships never really went past a casual hook-up with the same guy. There wasn’t love and there wasn’t tender affection.

You craved it, so you were hanging on the very little loving affection Harry gave you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it” he smiled, kissing you gently. “We should shower, my thighs are sticking together” he said against your mouth, making you giggle into his.

“Your thighs? I think we might be stuck together”

He laughed loud against your mouth, forcing the kiss to break as a big smile emerged on his face. He looked away as he laughed, running a hand through his hair to push it back from his face.

You couldn’t help but be mesmerised by how gorgeous he looked when he laughed, two adorable dimples popping out of nowhere, one on either side of his mouth. He was still flushed from sex and sweaty with swollen lips that were the prettiest shade of pink you had ever seen.

Harry rarely laughed around you. He smiled and God did you love his smile, but laugh? It didn’t happen very often. Seeing him and hearing him laugh was just gorgeous, and you wanted to make sure it happened a lot more when you were around.

His intensity stopped you from being completely comfortable around him due to how intimidating it made him, but you really wanted to push past that and try and develop your friendship. You saw how he was around his friends; all laughter and smiles and you just wanted it to be like that with you too.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked once his laughter calmed, and he noticed your staring.

“You’re just really pretty” you blushed, taking initiative and cupping his face this time, running your thumb along his cheek. The expression on his face changed, and he was no longer so intense anymore. If anything, he almost looked shy, and you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks.

“That’s the second time you’ve called me pretty today” he replied, cupping your face back. Your faces leaned into each other so your noses bumped and your foreheads pressed together.

“I should say it more often” your eyes closed momentarily before they opened again, “you have a really pretty laugh” you whispered, your heart beating erratically in your chest.

Being this close to someone, especially Harry felt wonderful. There was no other word to describe how perfectly this moment fed into your need for intimacy and the lack of it in your life. You didn’t crave an actual relationship very often, but this moment made you have to push away tears from how badly you wanted one.

“Thank you” he whispered back, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Harry felt nervous. Nervous. That feeling didn’t even exist in his body and yet laying here with you while you called him pretty and complimented his laugh nearly made him tremble. And that look on your face? They weren’t doe eyes, and they weren’t tired eyes, they looked like warmth and affection and it made Harry’s entire body heat up.

“Thank you for spending my birthday with me” he said softly, kissing you gently again. You smiled into it and thread your fingers into his hair.

“You're welcome. But it’s not over yet! We still haven’t gotten to the best part” you smiled, pecking him again because you just couldn’t help yourself.

“What’s that?” he asked with a raised brow. He didn’t know if anything could possibly top what just happened.

“Going through all the presents from your fans and chucking out what you don’t want. Spoiler alert I don’t think you’re gonna want much, there’s too many calories and cheap alcohol there” you fiddled with his cross necklace, grinning like a fucking maniac at the thought of throwing every dish in the bin, especially Tracey’s.

Throwing it away may have been a little wasteful, surely there’s a homeless shelter or food drive somewhere that you could drop the food to. You were willing to drive hours to get Harry’s ‘gifts’ as far from him as possible.

Fuck, you sounded like a crazy person. If Harry read your mind right now he’d probably think you were in love with him and wanted to take a clip of hair from him or something.

“I bet you’d love throwing everything out, wouldn’t you?” He smirked, easily detecting the jealousy behind your grin.

“Noo, what makes you say that?” You replied sarcastically, “I’m just worried about your health, Harry. Too much lasagne and cake is gonna get rid of these” you poked at his abs, making him slap your hand away.

“Geese, someone’s in a mood. I think the sex has gotten to your head” he joked, resisting the urge from smiling like a fucking maniac at how comfortable you seemed to be. Joking like this wasn’t what you used to do at the start of the relationship, so he loved that you were opening up more.

“Was that a joke?” You gasped, eyes widening. “Who knew you had that capability”

“Okay, that’s enough now” he glared, sliding his arm and ignoring your whine of protest to stand up from the bed. “You need to pee and we need to shower, so would you like some help getting up or are you going to let your fantastic humour carry you?”

“I think my fantastic humour would rather the strong British man carry her” you grinned, laying on your side to face him and propping your head up with your hand. His eyes scanned your body and he had to use every ounce of willpower in his body not to get hard at the sight of you.

“Get over here then, princess”

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In which you have a heated meeting with the hot CEO

Wc:2.4k

Warnings: MATURE & SMUTTY CONTENT.

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The floor was buzzing with workers frantically running from one room to the other as they made sure everything was perfect and neat for him.

Mr. Harry Styles, owner, and founder of Pleasing for sex toys. He started this company from the bottom in 2017 with no one to motivate him but his own will.

Back then CEOs of big companies laughed in his face when he proposed his project, they even scoffed and made fun of him. Now they are waiting in the lobby for their turn to have a word with him. He likes- no loves how they behaved after he outsmarted them in the business field, he even enjoyed watching their face turn pale whenever they entered the headquarters because everyone knows that he’ll be reigning on the top for a very long time.

The secret to his success was the face of Pleasing which also happens to be him. He caused a revolution of some type in the sex toys world after he launched an ad making every man and woman drool for him. There were even rumors about couples breaking up thanks to Pleasing’s glorious toys. When the news reached Harry he smirked, secretly liking the idea of having power over others.

He didn’t even need to try and well the rest is history.

There are lots of things that the public does not know about the successful young man, one of which is his sex club also called “Pleasing”. It is mistaken for being inspired by the company, little do they know the devil himself built both of them.

The sound of printing machines, telephones, and employees shouting got closer as you neared the 5th floor also known as Styles’ Headquarters. You had a job interview and you were required to know some crucial details about him.

You approached the receptionist who was thankfully not so busy and she helped you reach his office, the room that was isolated from the entire floor.

She went in before you and you could faintly hear the murmur of words exchanged between them. It wasn’t long before she gave you the green light to enter.

A big mahogany desk was placed in the center of the room behind which he stood with his back to you, and you couldn’t help but notice the display of many sex toys on the counter.

At the sound of your footsteps, he turned around, his right hand still placed on his hip. He was dressed in an elegant navy suit that made sure he appears as the CEO. You caught a glimpse of his painted fingernails varying from turquoise to transparent while his hands were complimented by luxurious rings, a lion, a pearl, and his initials. You were very familiar with his hands just like the rest of the world was.

“Mrs. Y/N it’s an honor to finally meet you, have a seat please.” He signaled to the comfortable chair in front of his desk.

“Same goes for you, Mr. Styles.” You smiled as you lowered your skirt to adjust your seating while feeling his eyes raking your body.

“I know, now y/n please call me Harry. I hope this doesn’t bother you but I would rather be straightforward with this.” He was now standing in front of you leaning on his desk with his arms crossed over his chest, and you caught a whiff of his perfume. Tobacco Vanille that sent vibrations throughout your body.

“I’m a very busy man and I’m in a rush but please don’t worry I already scanned your file, so I’m being righteous with you. Which is why I prepared questions for you to answer.” He spoke fishing out a document and relaxing more on the desk, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift to his front and you wondered if it was a bulge or just a wrinkle of his pants.

“Anything caught your attention, Miss?” You immediately straightened your posture trying not to turn red in the face.

“No nothing Mr- Harry.” He hummed and flipped the papers while you refrained from looking down again.

“So I gather that you’ve worked with big companies before, nice work indeed. How would you approach Pleasing’s designs?” He turned his gaze to you and rubbed the light stubble on his chin.

“First of all Pleasing has a wide range of items that are no doubt causing global chaos in a good way of course. No one is even thinking of designing sex toys anymore as they stand no chance but Mr. Harry did you ever ask your customers what they want.?”

He was listening to you attentively, his eyes never leaving yours and the corners of his mouth were itching to offer you a grin.

“Sometimes yes, but how do you suggest that happens?”

“You focus on the people who are against Pleasing, who do not enjoy sex toys. Dig deep into what makes them feel good, I think that the initiative you’re looking for here is not to sell more toys but to help everyone find pleasure. Even those that think they can’t.” You spoke confidently already feeling him become amused at your thoughts.

“Hm, so Miss tell me what would the motto be for this campaign?” He shifted around and stood behind your chair, his fingers lingering over the expensive leather.

“Find your pleasing.”

“And do you know what’s yours?” He leaned down and whispered in your ear and you could swear his voice suddenly became deeper.

You nodded your head and he moved forward examining the display of toys, his left hand was in his pocket while the other hovered over the items till he picked the one.

“This is a unique one, I didn’t get to try it yet but I’d love to give you the honor.” He presented it forward in front of you like a piece of candy. It was a plug or at least it looked like one but with a button on the side.

“Now?” You inquired feeling a bit surprised at his playfulness.

“Only if you feel like it Miss, I’d never push you out of your comfort zone. If you want you can take –“

“Tell me Harry do you know what’s your own ‘Pleasing’ “ you shot back at him as you watched his expression shift and eyes darken.

“Hm yes I do but I’m afraid I’m a visual demonstrator Darling.” He lowered down to your level and his hot breath was doing things to you.

“And I’m a fast learner Harry.” He wasted no time in grabbing you by the throat, managing to pull you up on the counter without hurting you just keeping a good amount of pressure on your neck.

He kissed all over your collarbone as you wrapped your heels around his torso, and his cock was being pressed into your core.

“I find my pleasing in others, so pretty girl when you get yours I’ll get mine.” He muttered hungrily over your lips pushing his tongue as his jaw flexed. His hand found its way beneath your skirt and immediately cupped your cunt with his ringed hands.

“I saw how you were looking at my hands pretty, you’re not so sly you know? What did you want, my hands to hold your cunt like this as you hump for relief? His thumb was pressed on your clit making you jolt while his buttoned nose grazed your neck.

“Yes and your thick fingers inside.” You replied quickly as you were heating up by the moment.

He suddenly pulled back and removed all of his rings, slicing his eyes up to you while smirking before placing the rings on your fingers. They were a bit lose and almost fell out.

“Tsk tsk even my rings can’t fit, how will you handle me pretty.” He chuckled pushing one finger inside making you grasp onto his shoulders.

He gently added another finger and began massaging your labia, with his forehead laid against yours. He fastened his pace going in circles and when he found your g-spot he teased you by delicately returning to his massaging technique.

You moaned against him, with your nails digging into his back. He was smiling at the sight of you falling apart on his touch.

“See this? This is my ‘Pleasing’, getting to satisfy a woman like you. Look at these pretty moans and your fucked out state already riding my fingers like a whore. Anything to get stuffed yeah?” He bit at your earlobe and when you didn’t answer him, he curled his fingers at your g-spot.

“Yes I love it, I love your thick fingers inside of me.” You continued to moan in ecstasy feeling his fingers hit deep spots and despite trying to jerk and shift around he kept a firm grip on your hips.

His thumb moved to your swollen clit lightly tapping at it before pinching it and grinning when he heard you scream due to oversensitivity.

“My favorite spot, this little pearl just like the ring yeh? Like being in heat as I play with it?” His other hand dug into your back resulting in the both of you becoming fully intertwined as you shifted closer to him.

“Please I need to cum Harry.” You begged in a rush, his fingers felt so good and the pressure in your lower stomach was getting more and more intense.

“Cum pretty, let me find my ‘Pleasing’ in yours.” And right on cue you closed your eyes shut, as you saw nothing but black, his eyes were still set on your face watching you almost black out from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you.

He leaned forward kissing the tip of your nose and slowly removed his fingers for a taste making you whine at the empty feeling.

“You just had an orgasm and you still need something inside you?.” He raised his eyebrows not to inquire but to make sure.

“Need you to stretch me out real good Harry.”

That was all he needed to hear before he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles, his bulge looked painful as he took his briefs off to reveal his erect cock ready and glistening with precum.

He grabbed you roughly placing you on your stomach with your ass in the air and ripped off your skirt with his bare hands effortlessly.

“My ski-“

“I’ll buy you a Skirts company.”

He mumbled through heavy pants before leaning down to your cunt and grazing his nose at it before breathing in its scent and groaning loudly.

If you could see him right now he’d probably be looking at your puffy pussy with puppy eyes and a drooling mouth.

You wiggled your ass back at him making him chuckle and bite at your ass before standing up and placing his tip at your entrance.

He plunged in slowly but easily due to your wetness, you were so warm and snug yet so fucking tight he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from coming despite having stamina.

“Perfect pussy wanna make it drip all day fucking hell.” He rolled his eyes back and moved his hips slowly before pulling you back to his chest by your hair and thrusting in at a fast pace.

The sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room as he whispered the filthiest words in your ear.

“My Pleasing is destroying your cunt and knowing you love every second of it.”

“My Pleasing is seeing you beg to be filled with me as you tell me how much you adore being a cockslut.”

“So tight already eager to milk every drop yeah? Well, take all of it it’s yours.”

He nibbled at your earlobe and you could no longer do anything but moan and whimper at the feeling of his veins massaging your walls as he hits your g-spot repeatedly. His thick cock stretched you out and reached your insides as he poked near your belly button.

His hand was around your neck choking you while the other pinched your clit to overstimulate you making you jolt and cry out in pleasure.

“When you beg for it, it means you should be able to take it.” He slapped your sensitive clit three times as you clenched around his cock uncontrollably letting go and reaching your second orgasm.

Harry followed you immediately too overwhelmed by your tightness, you stood chest to back with his bicep tightly wrapped around you while he spilled into you, load after the other.

“Take all of my cum, let your cunt swallow it up.”

His hips stilled inside of you until every last drop was spilled, he moved strands of your hair from around your face, allowing himself to kiss all over your skin.

He reached over grabbing the same toy from earlier. “May I?”

You nodded your head feeling eager for what he was for you, he slowly pulled out not giving the chance for any of his cum to drip before inserting the plug inside your creamy cunt.

You hissed at the feeling of it along with the sticky cum, his eyes were twinkling as he almost died from the sight.

“My ‘Pleasing’ is making pretty plugs to keep cum where it belongs.” He whispered and reached down to the button you thought about and pressed it making it vibrate with the cum inside of you allowing it to reach even deeper.

“H-harry too sensitive.” You tightened your grip on him as you could quite literally feel the cum vibrate inside of you.

He smirked and turned off the button only to push another one leaving you with a whole other feeling.

Emptiness.

“What is this?.” He laughed at your shock before pulling the plug out of you and showing you its transparent tube filled with cum.

“This one allows you to hold on to cum when you need it, fills up sluts like you when needed. Now open up.” He tipped your head backward and you didn’t get to see what he did since the cum was already spilling on your tongue.

He ordered you to take every drop and you did. You laid down on your back feeling spent out as he got a wet cloth and began cleaning your thighs and pussy gently leaving delicate kisses there.

When he was done he tossed the cloth aside and sat back down with you in his lap and head buried in his chest.

“Did my little minx like my new invention?” He asked feeling quite eager for the answer.

“Very much my love.”

There are lots of things that the public doesn’t know about the young successful man, one of them is his love life…

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Actually......i would d word rlly but Satellite is my pick. I'm dying to say ws but Satellite.

Harry Styles has 35 recorded songs on his solo discography and you can only pick ONE as your favorite. No ties no rankings just ONE song you can’t live without. WHICH IS IT???

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A year passed y'all omg, 2022 was a FLASH like i was just tryna figure out 2021 and by then it was like August but it was such a good year like gotta be my fav year since birth fr.

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Happy new year to you, babe! I hope 2023 is filled with positive things and it’s the best year yet!

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I'm late but HAPPY NEW YEAR BAEEE THANK YOU FOR CREATING THE BEST CONTENT ON THIS APP. YOU'RE LITERALLY SUCH AN ICON!! IM HOPING THIS YEAR GETS YOU SO MUCH OF SUCCESS AND FAME ON TUMBLR AS WELL AS ON OTHER PLATFORMS!! MWUAHH!!! YOU DESERVE IT ALLLLL 💕🫶🏻🦋

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My god god....

lover boy

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Styles Sunday

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Babygirl fr

babygirl

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I was- yeah i was that's it i was

“Are you saying goodbye to me?”

My Policeman (2022) Dir. Michael Grandage

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I literally died and passed away from the sadness

MY POLICEMAN (2022) Michael Grandage

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Literally finished reading all the pieces under step dad harry and ong, the way i have missed out so much you wrote cause of all my exams but Christ sake this stuff is like cr@ck 😭

Stepdad!Harry AU - Quickies Masterlist

This is where I'll be keeping all of my stepdad!harry content.

Each one shot can be read as stand alone - no need to go in order! This is mostly plotless (or very plot-light) smut and filth. Enjoy!!

WARNING: ⛔️ Dark!Harry content - Read all warnings in each post before continuing ⚠️

(oldest to newest)

Breakfast With Harry* (1.4k words)

where you and stepdad!Harry have a very inappropriate relationship behind your mom’s back - dark!Harry content ⛔️⚠️

Open Up Wide* (1.4k words)

stepdad!harry and you are at it again - he can't stop going to you for what he needs and you can't tell him no, even when your mom is at home - dark!Harry content ⛔️⚠️

Sunscreen* (1.2k words)

stepdad!Harry sends you into the house to reapply your sunscreen but he also has other plans - dark!Harry content ⛔️⚠️

The Guest Bathroom* (1.8k words)

where Harry doesn’t like it when he sees you flirting with someone else - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️

Intimate*(1.7k words)

it’s movie night and Harry fucks you on the couch your mother is asleep on, and some feelings pop up - dark!Harry content ⚠️ ⛔️

Need You* (2.2k words)

you get drunk at a party and call your stepdad to come pick you up but the ride home is anything but boring - dark!Harry content ⚠️⛔️

Now Clean Up Your Mess* (2.9k words)

The one where you want your stepdad, Harry, to take your virginity and so he does - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️

Brat* (1.6k words)

You’ve been a brat all day knowing your mom has the day off and you and Harry can’t be together - and there’s nothing he can do about it since your mom is there. Or is there? dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️

That's Only For You* (4k words)

you’ve been away for a week on vacation and you and Stepdad!Harry missed one another - enough that you both admit some feelings. dark!harry content (bc it's stepdad!harry) ⚠️ ⛔️

Reader Ask - Super Short (283 words)

ask: hii gurugirl I have a request for stepdad harry: imagine wearing some joggers and a sweatshirt and when harry pulls them down he just sees your cunt bursting out of your pretty thong. dark!harry content (bc it's stepdad!harry) ⚠️ ⛔️

Selfish* (866 words)

Harry’s fed up with your teasing and he sneaks into your room to fuck you when your mom falls asleep. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️

The Storm*

Reader request: You’re scared of the storm raging outside so you find yourself in your mom’s room with Harry as he keeps you distracted from the thunder. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️

Liking stepdad!harry? Típ me $1? 😘

Main masterlist 💕

Xoxo

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I'm doing so good I've got exam season again it's like it never leaves😭😭 today si the last holiday i have for some time but I'm thrilled for exams too i hope I'll do well and for the writing, IM LITERALLY OBSESSED ONG- 🥹🥹��🏻🫶🏻 I NEED MORE OF THESE EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA DARK SMUTS LIKE MAN THEY GOT ME WEAK IN THE KNEEEES

On Halloween Morning* ⤦ A Harry Styles Halloween One Shot

This was requested by @victoria-styles and was slightly inspired by AHS: Murder House

Evil spirit / Ghost!Harry x Reader

Summary: She didn’t believe in ghosts and he hadn’t seen a living soul in a very long time so he was quite hungry. By the time she realized she’d been wrong about ghosts, it was too late for her and he'd gotten exactly what he wanted. 8.7k words

Warning: DUB-CON, mentions and some details of death and murder, smut, choking, blood, ghosts, a haunted house, horror/scary/creepy and dark - this might not be for everyone- Harry is a ghost stuck in a house with his dead family (all ghosts). Consider what you can handle before continuing.

Reading through old articles to get herself acquainted with the story of the Styles’ house turned out to be quite intense. Some articles outlined the scene in more detail than others. Blood on the walls and headboards, and soaked through the mattresses under the dead bodies. A pool of blood under the oldest son, Harry, who's body was found at the kitchen table. She was just glad there weren’t photos (that she could find) of the crime scene.

The whole family was murdered on Halloween morning in 1968 and the son was the main suspect. Of course the police never found out who did it because all the victims were murdered as well as the accused, Harry Styles. DNA collection for evidence wasn’t a thing back then. No one knows what really happened that day, nor can they understand why the house is cursed, seemingly haunted and kept by the dead who once lived there.

But she wasn’t going to be deterred. Ghosts weren’t real.

October 30, 2022

She was too old to be entertaining this sort of thing. A dare. But she was stubborn and hated being wrong. So of course she’d take the dare and prove to everyone she was right. Ghosts don’t exist.

It was a dumb idea, but Rhea and Georgie both said they’d been in the house and were spooked by something, a ghost perhaps, they’d both claimed. Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“What? You don’t think that house is haunted?” Joe asked with a confused look on his face, as if it were preposterous to not think it was haunted.

Now, they were all in college, 20 and 21 years old among them. So, this shouldn’t have even been a topic. And it normally wouldn’t but Halloween was coming. So, it got brought up out of pure relevancy. Scary stories and strange occurrences were being shared, and it only made sense to bring up the supposed haunted house.

Y/n shook her head, “I can say with full confidence that the Styles' house is not haunted. No such thing.”

And that’s how she found herself climbing into the back window of the long-vacant Victorian style home with overgrown grass, and paint that had begun splitting and peeling away from the wood siding.

The insides were just as worn. Dusty. Some of the wood was deeply cracked and dried. The furniture, said to have been left behind by the Styles family, was covered with dusty sheets and pushed to one corner of the living room.

The house was massive. If not for the stain of the past, it would fetch a pretty penny and could be absolutely immaculate with some repairs and maintenance. It was a shame, really, that adults could let their imagination run wild and fear such things as ghosts.

Y/n brought a backpack full of things to keep her entertained as well as some snacks and water. She brought a book, her cellphone and a battery pack to recharge since she was positive the house had no electricity, a change of clothes, and her dildo. What? She liked to use it before going to sleep at night (when she was by herself) and figured in this big ‘ol house no one was around to catch her in the act. Unlike the dorm room she shared on campus. She rarely had a chance to use it freely, but tonight she would. There isn’t a soul around, she thought to herself.

When she found a nice enough area to set up, she went looking for couch cushions and blankets to make a pallet for herself. Yes, all the bedrooms had beds but she heard that everyone was murdered in their bedrooms and so, even if she didn’t believe in ghosts, she still couldn’t shake the creepiness of sleeping in the same spot as someone who was murdered.

This was a terrible idea. She huffed as she dragged some old couch cushions to the wall and could swear she saw something move out of the corner of her. Everything gave her the creepy crawlies. She found a linen closet with blankets and sheets which she was sure were all clean as they were folded neatly.

Settling into her little corner, the sun began to set. She texted her friends a picture of herself in the old house with the accompanying message:

To Group Chat: peaceful and quiet. see you tomorrow scaredy cats.

She pulled a blanket over her legs when she felt the temperature drop around her and then started to read from her book and snacked on saltines.

When the sun had gone down completely, and the light was a bit too low to read her book she put it away and picked up her cellphone. No one has texted her back. Which seemed odd.

She looked closer at the photo she sent and felt her blood run cold. It looked like there was an outline of a figure, a person casting a shadow next to her. She looked around the room and felt her skin pimple with goosebumps as a faint breeze hit her skin. There weren’t any windows near the corner she set up in. But she chalked it up to a drafty house. The shadow was probably just a lens issue from her phone. She pushed down any feelings of fear that rose in her.

Y/n pulled out her small lantern that was fully charged and placed it next to her pallet so she could see as she dug through her bag. She leaned against the wall and pulled up her favorite porn site on her cellphone and then and then got her dildo out. This would help her relax. She didn’t believe in ghosts or evil spirits or anything like that and a good orgasm seemed to be in order to calm her nerves.

She started to feel kind of exited, knowing how good it was to have her insides filled up with the silicon toy. It was a shame she didn’t get to use it as often.

Pulling her jeans off and spreading her legs, she began watching her favorite couple begin their show. She rubbed over her panties gently as she started to get into it as the scene played out on her screen.

When things began to get a little hotter and Y/n was thoroughly wetted and aroused she paused the video and then pulled her panties off from her legs and propped her phone up so her hands were free and she could still see the video. She grasped the dildo in her hand and ran it over her wet crease and moaned as she hit play on the video. She planned on being vocal tonight. No one would hear her.

She took her time, rubbing over herself gently. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in the old creepy house, but a girl has needs and she hadn’t had any action in a while.

Suddenly there was a noise. It sounded like something was dropped or a door closed. It was not from the porn on her phone. She stopped her movement and paused the video. She couldn’t see much past her pallet. The room was barely illuminated by the lantern as it wasn’t a very powerful light. The shadows on the wall and the silence was creepy. She knew she heard something.

Placing the dildo aside, she sat up when she heard something shuffle. Maybe a squatter was here? Fuck! She just wanted to masturbate in private. She hoped she hadn’t been seen or overheard. She even looked all through the house before settling in and saw no signs of anyone else.

She pulled a blanket over her lap so she could put her clothes back on in modesty in case someone was there when she saw movement from the side of her eye and a shadow move on the wall. She jumped at the sight and hurried to grab her panties.

“Don’t stop on my account.” A deep, raspy voice sounded into the room, much closer to her than she expected. Someone had been watching her masturbate.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll leave!” she had managed to pull her panties on and then grabbed for her jeans when she saw the shadow draw closer.

She was frantically trying to get her jeans right so she could put her legs into the holes when the person came into her view.

A tall young man with dark hair, no older than she was. She couldn’t make out his features as she was focused on pulling her jeans up over her legs, though she had been unsuccessful with the simple task at the way her hands were shaking.

He laughed, “You won’t be leaving. You’re far too pretty for that. Normally I don’t like intruders but for you, I’ll make an exception. Maybe let you stay with us. I could use the company.”

She paused her movements when he kneeled down right in front of her. His eyes were light green and his jaw was sharp. He was handsome but she was freaked out by his sudden presence and the fact that she’d been caught.

He reached a tattooed hand out and pulled her blanket from her legs. She was stuck in shock, unable to move or argue with him.

“Look at you. Don’t cover this up. Let me see. It’s been so long.” He smoothed a cold hand up her leg over her calf and she shivered under his touch. His curious eyes flitted from her panties to her face.

“I don’t usually make myself visible when the living come around. But for you, I needed to see. To touch.” He crawled over her body slowly, his hands never leaving her warm flesh. His palm slid up to her inner thigh where she was still a little wet from her recent activities. But she was fully freaked out now.

She shoved at the young man and launched herself up and without grabbing any of her things made a run for it toward the front door. Her bare feet were gripping the dusty wood floors as well as she could but her stride was affected and it slowed her down.

With her heart racing she turned down the front hall and looked behind herself quickly to find that the guy wasn’t following her. She made it to the front door and turned the handle but the door wouldn’t open. Turning around to check behind her for the man again, she felt along the wood for the deadbolt and turned the lock as she kept twisting the doorknob but the solid oak door wouldn’t budge. The light was too low and it was difficult to see in the shadows. She was sure she was missing something. The door should be opening.

Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder and she turned abruptly to see the man. She couldn’t make out much, but he was tall and much bigger than her and now she was terrified she actually wouldn’t be leaving like he said.

“This is cute. Haven’t had a runner in a while. But you are trespassing on my property after all, and that’s not nice. Leaving just isn’t an option.”

“Who are you?” Y/n gasped as his long fingers grasped her with more strength.

“I’m Harry Styles. What’s your name, doll?” He stood confidently above her with a firm grip on her arm.

He was the Harry Styles. The oldest son of the family murdered. She remembered the pictures now. When she’d googled a bit about the house before staying the night. There was a website that detailed the gruesome murders and a picture accompanied each member of the family.

Before answering him she yanked her arm away and ran away from the door and the man who stood next to it. As she went deeper into the old, dark house she tried to think of a way to escape. Going upstairs would be a bad idea. She needed to find another door on the first level, or even a window. At this point, she understood she was in danger. She might not leave this house alive tonight.

In the kitchen she opened drawers to look for a knife, or anything that could be used to protect herself. She found nothing useful in any of the drawers. Some butter knives, and forks but they wouldn’t do.

But then she neared a bench by the old stove and found a counter-top organizer with cooking utensils and one large knife with a long wooden handle. This could do.

She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dark as she decided on which direction to go. The only window in the kitchen was over the sink and it would be difficult to climb out of. Her next move was to find an exit.

She quietly padded across the floor, hoping if she was quiet the man wouldn’t find her. It hadn’t quite sunk in that this man, Harry, wasn’t a man, but a spirit living in the house.

The hallway was especially dark and her ears were on alert for any noise but there was no sound other than the occasional shuffle of her own feet on the dusty wood plank floors.

A closed door near the end of the hall might be her key to escape. She turned and stopped to listen and will her eyes to focus in the dark, but the long hall had no windows to bring in the light from the moon outside.

She continued toward the door quietly and gently turned the glass knob, and with relief, the door opened rather silently.

She held the knife close to her body as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. There was no lock on the door. But there was a window and this could be her chance.

The room looked to be mostly bare. There was furniture covered in sheets pushed to the wall and the window still had curtains drawn. Moving across the room as noiselessly as possible, her breath held in her lungs, she pushed the curtains to one side and put the knife down on the window ledge so she could manipulate the window and open it. The lock latch at the top of the lower pane had thick paint over it but she wiggled it using any bit of strength she had and from the help of the adrenaline pumping in her veins she was able to free the latch and unhinge it, cracking the white paint apart.

She let out the breath she’d been holding and then slowly placed her hands at the bottom of the pane to lift. Of course, this window had not been used in many years, decades even, so sliding it up wouldn’t be an easy task and she’d probably need to make a little noise once it did begin to budge.

Her attempt at keeping the noise as low as possible slowed down her movements and made the task take much longer. She paused her work and took a breath as she turned to see the door was still closed behind her. Perhaps the man didn’t know where she was yet. But she needed to hurry before he found her again. Her skin prickled at the nape of her neck in a chill.

Putting her muscle into the motion of getting the window up seemed futile. The window was sealed from decades of non-use, getting wet, the wood expanding, then drying and contracting, the dust turning into paste and drying like glue. It seemed impossible. But she was determined. If she walked out of this room and into that dark hallway who knows what would be waiting for her.

She closed her eyes and huffed as she resolved to get the window unstuck with all of her might. Even if she had to make some noise, this was her best chance to escape.

She leaned into the window and put her palms at the base and then used her thighs to push herself upward in one fast and forceful action. The small glass squares in between each wooden slat clanked loudly and the window shook from its position, but it didn’t move enough to be close to allowing an escape. Perhaps only a centimeter. But now, at least the window was unstuck. She ignored the cold feeling of dread over her back that gave her goosebumps, knowing how loud she was being now.

She tried the motion again, using every bit of her strength to push the window up and the noise it made would have definitely sounded throughout the house. The wood shivered in the frame and the glass panes shook and clattered. And even with all that noise and ruckus, the window barely moved an inch.

“Fuck…” she whispered to herself. But she tried again because this was it. Pushing with everything she had, the window rattled and banged about and this time it slid up enough that she was able to stick her arm out of the window. Now perhaps she’d have enough leverage to get the window up further.

Putting her palms under wood at the bottom of the window she bent at the knees and pushed upward, the window slid open further and she was almost free. She knew she could fit herself out of the window if she did it once more, just a few more inches.

Repeating her actions, she pushed upward again and the window slid up nearly half a foot! Her heart was pounding and the room was still empty so she lifted herself up to the window sill and suddenly a realization dawned on her. The knife was meant to be on the ledge right where she’d just lifted herself.

She reached down and felt for the knife but found nothing and suddenly a hand wrapped around her calf and dragged her out of the window, where she fell to the ground with a dizzying bang to the head on the floor below.

“Looking for this?” The spirit held the knife down to her face and she turned to see the blade next to her temple. She didn’t plan on answering. Instead she kept herself on the floor as still as possible. She was running out of options at this point. Her window of time to escape was closing in on her. Dread filled her body.

Harry sighed and she could hear his footsteps around the room. He went to the window and she could hear him sliding it closed and then heard the latch replace itself into its rightful spot.

“You can keep trying, doll. However you try and choose to escape isn’t going to end successfully. We’ve all decided, it’s unanimous, you’re staying.”

Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her up to standing. She didn’t comprehend. This couldn’t be happening. Perhaps it was just a nightmare. Maybe she’d fallen asleep.

His strength was shocking as he pulled her from the room and then down the hall. Her bare legs were freezing from the chill in the air and she really wished she’d been able to put her jeans on in time. He brought her to another door and when he turned the knob she saw a person standing at the end of the hallway, a young girl, perhaps a few years younger than she was.

“Help me! This man is trying to kidnap me!” She frantically spit out as she watched the girl back away into the shadow, “NO!! Help! Please!!”

Harry laughed and brought Y/n into the room. This room was similar to the other one but there was a bed in the middle and a table at the headboard with lit candles allover. She tried to pull away but Harry’s grasp was far too strong.

“That was my sister. We’re all stuck here in this house. Kind of like purgatory. It’s me and my family, maybe a few others we’ve collected along the way, but they won’t be coming around, don’t worry. S’just me right now. The rest aren’t interested in you like I am.”

She shook her head. This wasn’t real. There was no way. This looked like some kind of sacrificial altar. A bed at the middle of the room with only a white sheet over the mattress and a small table with lit candles at the head. The room was dark along the edges, only lit at the center with the flickering candles. It couldn’t have been a creepier scene.

Harry released Y/n’s arm and she rubbed at the spot he had held tightly. Her skin would bruise surely. But that was the least of her problems.

Her eyes followed his tall frame as he moved deeper into the room, “So, you’re a ghost? Then why can you touch me and I can see you clearly? What’s going on here? Is this a joke?” She began to slowly back up towards the door. She didn’t think she truly could escape him but she wasn’t going to stop trying.

Y/n knew she must be losing her mind. Ghosts weren’t real and she knew it. This had to be a prank. Someone trying to scare her into believing in ghosts. It’s why she was here, on a dumb dare. Yes. One of her friends had talked this guy into playing into the haunted house thing. That had to be it.

But she could admit that he did look a lot like the Harry she’d seen in the newspaper articles online. And then there was the young girl she just saw…

“On the bed.” Harry motioned to the center of the room, his long, slender finger pointing toward it.

She shook her head, “No. Absolutely not. I just asked you a question and if you’re going to like, kill me or something the least you can do is answer me first.”

Her eyes fluttered between Harry and the bed flickering with the candlelight. Her heart was racing.

Harry sighed and shook his head, “You’re right. How rude of me. This is not a joke. I’m a lost soul. A spirit. A ghost. Whatever you want to call it. I’m stuck here in this house. For many years I’ve been here. Murdered. My whole family with me. The Styles family.”

Harry began to move toward Y/n, the candlelight revealing more of his handsome features (and she hated that she found him so attractive). “You may have read about it. Or not. I don’t know. I don’t get a lot of outside visitors. Heard a few things over the years.”

She watched him close in on her space until he was right in front of her with a smile and a heavy presence of something dark and dangerous. Cold. Inhuman.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits. Who are you really?” She continued to back up toward the door but Harry rolled his eyes when he realized she was going to try and escape again.

He reached a hand out and grabbed her neck tutting at her as he pulled her back toward the center of the room near the bed, “I know I look like a real man. Flesh and blood it appears. Fully functional. Everything is in working order when it’s time to feed. Just makes this all a lot easier. More pleasurable for both of us.”

Her heart pounded and her breath was caught. His hand on her neck was chilly but his grip was threatening, “What? Feed? And… I’m not what you want. Please let me go. Please. I won’t tell anyone about this and I’ll never come back here. I promise.”

Harry laughed and loosened his grip as he pulled her to the bed and forced her to sit. Her entire body was shaking. Her heart was racing and her vision began to fill slowly with red, dark around the corners, which could indicate she was about to pass out.

“Doll, you can’t leave. I know I told you and I know you don’t believe it but it’s already too late. Don’t fight anymore. It’ll be so much easier for you.” Harry walked around the bed and climbed up behind her, whispering into her ear, “You didn’t know it, but you came here just for me. You’re mine now. Okay?”

She was stuck, frozen in fear. The man put his hands onto her shoulders, and she felt him kiss the back of her neck. She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes. What could she do? What could she say?

When he lowered his hands down from her shoulders to her arms he wrapped his hands around her elbows and pulled her back into his chest. He was solid behind her and she didn’t know what was to be expected. A knife to her throat perhaps? Maybe through her temple or into her back?

“I murder people. I murdered my family in this house, a sacrifice to Angra who possessed me and became free when I killed my physical body. He’s gone now, but I’m here and his spirit lives through me in this house. This is my domain. My body, a sacrifice to his greatness, and now your body, a sacrifice to mine.” His words brought a chill to her spine and she closed her eyes as he spoke into her ear.

“But I’m keeping your soul because I like you. You’re pretty and you smell divine. I may be sick and evil but I still need companionship. I’m lonely. My own family avoids me and all the ones I’ve taken and kept who’ve snuck in over the years hide from me too. But this time, this ritual will make you mine and you won’t want to be away from me when I’m done with you.”

Her heart was racing. She didn’t have thoughts that were linear in her mind. His voice vibrated over her neck and the words he spoke sunk into her ear and her brain, melting her stubborn resolve. She was helpless. It was unavoidable. The fate she’d walked in to was not going to be stopped. No one could save her.

When his lips met her neck once again she had a strange sense of relief. Maybe he wasn’t going to kill her. Maybe this would end with her being released and she could live to tell about it. His mouth on her skin felt too sweet for the words he was speaking to be true. She let out a small moan that confused her and made Harry smile.

The sudden sting of Harry’s teeth going into her neck made her gasp in shock. She jerked away but his hold on her arms was too strong. She couldn’t budge from him. He sucked at the spot and then she felt him lick over it as he chuckled, “See? That wasn’t so bad. Now for the good part.”

Freeing her arms Harry pulled her down so she was lying on her back. She immediately put a hand over her neck where he’d bitten her and then put her hand up to see blood on her palm. Her eyes widened when suddenly Harry was hovering over her.

“It’ll dry. Just a nip is all that was. Soon you’ll understand everything that’s happening here. Try and relax.” Harry lifted his shirt from his torso and it revealed a scattering of dark tattoos and a well-built body with broad shoulders. He was fit and lean, softer around the waist but not fat. His nipples looked real, with sparse hair spread over his pectorals and even his chest was rising and falling as if he needed air for his lungs. He couldn’t be a ghost.

“See? Told you. You can touch. I feel just like a living man, huh? Just wait til I get my mouth around your pussy. S’been a long time. I’ve really missed this. Need to taste and fuck. God I’m so horny.” He searched over her body and brought a hand behind her back and lifted her shirt in one quick motion, causing her to arch her back as he removed it from her. Then he quickly unhooked her bra, before pulling the fabric from her breasts.

“Mmm… so pretty. You came here just for me.” Harry palmed over her soft breasts and if the circumstance wasn’t so fucked up she’d be jumping his bones already. Harry was quite attractive. Seductive even. Very confident and perhaps a little cocky, but hot. She couldn’t deny it.

“How long has it been since you’ve had your pussy eaten?” Harry unbuckled his pants and pulled them down enough to free his obvious erection. It was just another thing that had her convinced he was real. His dick looked real. It was engorged with blood and it was long and thick, better than any dick she’d seen before. He wrapped his palm around himself and stroked upward toward the tip a few times. He looked good. It had her confused. He smiled as he watched her take him in. He wanted to show her what she’d be having everyday for eternity. Harry knew it would entice her.

“Uh… I don’t know.” She couldn’t think straight really. Dylan had tried to eat her out that one time but it was terrible and he complained his jaw was sore after only a handful of minutes. And then there was Aaron who gave it a good try but he couldn’t make her come.

“Well that’s not a good sign. You haven’t been treated right. Poor thing. Let me have your pussy in my mouth and I’m gonna make it so you never forget the last time you had a man eat you out. Gonna have you coming all over my face.” Harry slid his hands over her thighs and upward to her panties where he slowly pulled them from her body. She couldn’t believe this was happening but she also couldn’t take her eyes off the hot spirit’s cock either.

Harry sat back on his heels and looked down at Y/n’s pussy with a grin, “Still wet from earlier, doll. You didn’t get to finish what I interrupted. Don’t worry. This is going to feel so much better anyway. Gonna get you all sorted now, okay?”

He smoothed his cool hands over her thighs and then back up to her breasts before he leaned over and kissed her mouth. She hadn’t expected it, though none of this was expected. It was all a shock and totally had to be a dream. Yes. A dream.

His mouth was cool on hers too. But when he pushed his tongue past her lips she felt something blossom in her chest when he put a hand at her face, caressing her cheek softly. He was being gentle with her. Y/n slowly began to melt, relax into his touch and his kiss. It scrambled her brain and then she felt his heavy penis over her hip and involuntarily clenched her hole around nothing. This was turning her on.

Harry smiled into the kiss and then lowered his mouth down to her jaw and over her neck. His lips pressed soft kisses over the bite he issued her and then he dragged his lips to her clavicle.

He palmed at her tits and then wrapped his lips around her right nipple and looked up at her eyes as he sucked gently. Y/n’s breathing picked up as she trembled from something other than being scared this time, it was because Harry was doing exactly what she’d always imagined a good lover would do. Men rarely took the time to pay much attention to her boobs. Harry moved to the other nipple and licked around her flesh. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he drew himself lower down her body, his lips kissing a trail of cool, wet down to her hips. He settled himself between her thighs and pinned her down. He licked his lips as he flicked his gaze up toward hers and she noticed how foggy his eyes suddenly looked.

“Everyday from now on. This is what you’ll get from me.” He spoke in a deep voice, his pink lips looked so alive and warm yet they were cool on her body.

Harry groaned at the sight of her cunt, “Fuck… so plushy and wet and fragrant. I’m gonna eat you alive, pretty. Brace yourself.”

And when his mouth met Y/n's slick crease it felt like history in the making, already better than any living man. She gasped at his determined pace. His lips and tongue were skilled and she gave herself over to how it felt. His mouth was cool but he worked her like he knew how to eat. Slurping and sucking, licking and flicking. It was intimate and thrilling. The part of her brain that new this was wrong, that knew this was fucked up began to vanish and was replaced with a carnal need.

When she allowed herself to let out another moan Harry’s eyes were on hers and he smirked for a flash of a second but didn’t let up his work. He had a meal to eat.

She grabbed his hair as he kept his eyes on her, the light green slowly fading and it almost looked like his eyes had gone all white. She gasped at the way he felt on her and how hard he was digging in but his eyes made her sudder.

Harry pushed Y/n down harder and held her thighs with a harsh grasp and she yelped and tried wriggling from his hold, or to at least have him loosen his grip a bit. But then she felt something pinch and it stung when he bit down on her labia, breaking her skin. Y/n jumped at the feel and looked down but couldn't tell what he was doing and when he slurped her clit back into his mouth she moaned because, fuck it felt good. He was hurting her a tiny bit but at the same time, made her pussy feel like it was being worshipped.

Y/n looked at the way his fingers were pressing into the flesh of her thigh and the marks that it was going to leave when he lapped upward with a flat tongue and she saw his eyes again. White, the green was clouded and she watched him flick her clit and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe she was letting a ghost give her cunnilingus, if that was even what was happening here. Whatever it was, it happened to be the best she'd ever had.

Harry loved that she was suddenly so compliant. It would make everything that was about to happen so much easier. But first he'd make her suck him, because the last time had been too long ago and he wanted the feel of a warm, living mouth on him, drinking him down.

He sipped at her blood mixed with her arousal and moaned at the taste. Delicious and warm and fresh. Living pussy was so much better than ghost pussy when he could get it. Which was a shame that he couldn't keep Y/n around longer in her current living-state, fresh with pumping blood and a beating heart. But, he needed to do what he needed to do. He was lonely and letting her go wouldn’t be an option.

It was a shock to Y/n when she felt the tingle of her orgasm spread over her center and down her groin. She began to writhe under Harry’s hold and she cried out when it hit her hard and Harry didn’t let up.

When Y/n came in his mouth he groaned just as loudly as she cried into the dark and dusty room. When he lifted his face she saw the blood on his lips and he quickly leaned down to kiss her lips hard, smearing herself all over her mouth, blood and all.

"What? Is that blood?!" Her voice cracked out and tried pushing him away but he was already grabbing her neck and moving her down flat to the bed again.

"Yes. Your blood. I only took a nip." He climbed over her torso and put his cock at her mouth and pressed the tip around her face to gather up some of the smeared blood that he’d gotten on her when he kissed her, just because he wanted to see it.

"Open." He said flatly.

Y/n was surprised by this, once again, but she figured saying no wasn’t an option at this point, not that she wanted to say no anymore. In fact, his pretty cock looked quite good. And also, if he was a ghost (which she’d slowly begun to believe) she'd rather just comply.

Once her mouth was parted and her tongue was flat, Harry slid his cock in causing Y/n to gag over him. He pushed himself down over her, he was knelt above her face, hand at the headboard behind her head as he watched his cock disappear behind her lips. He loved the look of her lips on him. And she was warm and wet.

He made long strokes in and out of her mouth and every time he slid his tip into her throat she gurgled and swallowed at his tip and he loved the feel of it. Loved a nice gag reflex. Ghosts didn't have a gag reflex like most humans, so this was nice. Meant she was fully alive and working.

Y/n squeezed her eyes clothes and tried breathing through her nose but it was hard. Harry's dick was large and long and his length was pushing too far down her throat, well, further than was comfortable. Further than she'd ever taken a cock before. Every time he'd move back a little she'd suck in a breath and then he'd plunge right back down into her throat.

Harry was enjoying the feel and sight. Her face was wet with saliva and tears and he kept up a nice hearty pace that he enjoyed watching as her mouth stretched around him.

When he felt her nails digging into the tops of his thighs he figured it was a good time to give her cunt a taste of his cock and finish her off properly. The ritual could begin.

He pulled back and grasped her neck again before positioning himself between her legs, moving them apart. He smoothed a thumb over her tummy and dipped it into her belly button. His already erect dick was standing outward under its weight, thick and ruby at the tip. It was a beautiful cock. She looked back to his handsome face.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his broad chest and the way his arm flexed as he stroked himself. It was as if he was a healthy man, with muscles, hair, vocal cords, a nice cock filled with blood and ready to be used. She reached out to touch his chest and he was solid, muscled, cool skin, beautiful.

“That’s right. Touch me, doll. I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.” He continued pumping himself. He noted she liked his cock as she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of it. So stroking himself in front of her seemed like a nice little show to put on.

“What are you gonna do?” Y/n asked quietly. She was breathing hard as she lowered her hand downward, feeling his cool skin, solid, real. He even came complete with a happy trail and dark hair over his groin encircling his cock.

“Hmm… what should I do?” He let go of his cock and leaned over her. With his newly free hand at her face, he rubbed his thumb over her cheek bone then slid his palm down to the front of her neck, his thumb at one side and fingers at the other. He didn’t put pressure on her neck but the sentiment remained.

“I don’t… know. Um. What do you want? As long as you don’t hurt me,” she breathed her words out.

“You want to know what I want? Well, I’m pretty sick, doll. Don’t you remember I’m a ghost? An evil spirit? But I like you so I’ll be gentle. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. But I am going to fuck you and then you’re going to be mine.”

“What won’t hurt? What do you mean?” Y/n wasn’t exactly following. She never thought of herself as dumb but this whole situation was a mind-fuck.

Harry’s warm smile comforted her, made her relax again, “You’ll find out soon. But we have some needs to take care of right now, don’t we? I want to fuck you. Bet you’d like that, huh? Getting railed by a ghost instead of that plastic toy you brought. Thing about my kind is that I won’t come prematurely and we don’t need condoms. You’re gonna like this.”

And the way he slid into her had her moaning around the initial cry she let out. It stretched her out and split her down the center. It was a jolt to her system but then it felt like silky pleasure inside of her body. Thick and long, moving into her and wrecking her guts. It was immediate relief and sated needs.

His hand grew tighter around her neck and Harry’s hips glided back and forth in the perfect pace and at just the right angle that she could feel him deep and dragging over her g-spot. His thick head was pressing into unreached areas and then being pulled back to almost the tip, just to be plunged in again. Her little peeps had Harry snarling. He loved how sweet she sounded and he was feeling her human pussy clench around him just how he loved. God he missed this. But he’d have her every day from now on. Maybe not exactly in this way, but she would be his now.

“So warm and so tight, doll. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” He fucked into her a little faster. His torso strong and attractive as he worked himself in and out. She watched his body move over hers and saw his eyes lose their brilliance again, becoming clouded over.

She realized that Harry was either a ghost, or this was a dream. She was no longer under the delusion that Harry was human. Not with the way he was fucking her, not with the way he’d so easily convinced her she wanted this, not with the way he looked with those eyes and that cock. No. He was either a figment of a beautiful and terrifying dream, or he actually was a ghost and he was fucking her like she’d never been fucked before.

Her grunts and moans were stifled at the pressure he kept over her neck. But she was feeling incredible. He was good, perhaps too good. Because her ecstasy and the feelings she wanted to prolong were beginning to boil over again. She couldn’t help it that it felt so good and she couldn’t stop the orgasm from taking place. She truly wanted more of this. Needed to feel his cock moving in her for a lot longer. It would be a shame to let this feeling go too soon. She gasped as he squeezed her neck tighter. Her head was spinning. Harry was moaning when he could feel her begin to tremble.

“Gonna come on this ghost cock, baby? Come on. Let me have you. Give it to me. Show me you’re mine and I’ll come inside of you and show you I’m yours.” That was all it would take when the ritual was complete. Harry would fuck an orgasm out of her as he choked her unconscious and then once his sperm entered her system, she’d be filled with his essence and her rebirth as a spirit would maker her belong to him.

Harry began railing her deeper, harder. The bed was squeaking and the flames from the candles began to flicker violently, casting wild shadows on the walls. Her brain was mush and her body tingled and pricked at the way his dick submerged into her body and her breath was shallow.

The sound of sex in the room was loud. Moans, and slapping skin, wet pussy getting fucked fast and hard, the old bed creaking and shaking springs being disturbed after years of silence. The feel of Harry’s pubes rubbing over her clit when he’d press in hard over and over again are what did her in. It was her ending. In every sense.

“Yesss… Come on baby. That’s it. Let me have it.” Harry encouraged. He could feel it. He could feel her. Every dip and every shake of her muscle as she began to orgasm around him was what he needed, longed for. It was officially Halloween morning now as he came inside of her warm throbbing pussy. His soul fed. He came with a groan and threw his head back, pumping into her with finality, stuffing her with himself. She couldn’t turn back now.

He emptied himself into her and looked back down at her pretty face. This was it. He’d gotten what he called for and she came to answer him and now she was his. Forever. She closed her eyes when her orgasm had exhausted her body and her spirit and Harry lifted his palm from her neck.

When she woke up the sun was out, peeking in through the window across from the room she’d sat up in. Her phone on the floor, the dildo on the cushion next to her, her pants off, the lamp dead. She must have passed out. She stretched her limbs and felt a little sore, probably from the angle she’d fallen asleep in. She picked up her phone and noticed that no one had bothered to text her back yet. She huffed. Rude. She looked at the photo she sent and the shadow of what looked like a person was still there. She decided it was time to leave.

She slid her jeans onto her legs and looked around. What a strange dream. It had seemed so real but she knew, as she stood from the cushion to gather her things and thought back, that even in her dream she doubted the existence of ghosts. They weren’t real. She passed out last night while masturbating (she must have) and then had a wet dream about a hot ghost who her made her come so hard she could have died.

But there was a piece of her that was a little sad it wasn’t real. The ghost, Harry, she’d come to feel a connection to in her dream. She paused as she buttoned her pants up and frowned. Too bad. Even though he was a little scary, it made her feel empty a little.

She put her backpack onto her shoulders and walked through the house back toward the window she had entered last night. She laughed to herself when thinking of her dream and how she couldn’t find an exit. If she’d only considered the window she climbed in through in her dream, maybe it wouldn’t have gotten so intense. However, she was happy she dreamed about the attractive ghost boy. It was a hot dream and even though he wasn’t real, she’d always remember him.

When she entered the mudroom area near the back door she stopped in her tracks. The window was boarded up. The window she climbed through last night was impossible to climb into or out of. How could that be?

She backed out of the room and then looked down the hallway. It had to be here. Maybe she’d gotten the rooms mixed up? She walked back into the mudroom and undid the lock on the door. She’d just leave through the back door. She was starting to feel nervous that the door wouldn’t budge… and it didn’t. She felt like she was going to be sick. Her dream was beginning to come true.

Panic started to set in. She reached for her cellphone as she walked through the hallway toward the front door. There had to be some way for her to leave. The front door perhaps would be easier to open.

She opened her messages app to text the group realized, she had no signal. None. It was as if her cellphone no longer had a service plan. She shut her phone down to restart it, hoping that would work. While her phone was restarting she shoved it into her back pocket and found the front door.

The latch for the lock was undone at the top. She thought back to her dream and recalled undoing the latch. She twisted the handle and it turned but the door did not open. She put her weight into it, pulling back with both hands on the knob but nothing.

Stepping away from the front door she put her hands into her hair and then heard footsteps behind her. Turning as her skin crawled and her body shivered, she knew what she’d see. Who she’d see. It was him. Harry Styles. Dread overtook her. She knew now she had not been dreaming. Ghosts were real.

“Darling, I know you’re still going through a bit of shock, but let me make this very clear to you,” he walked toward her and reached out to take a portion of her hair at the ends between his fingers as he allowed his gaze to wonder over her face, “you’re dead. You’re mine. I made you mine last night so you can’t leave me. No matter how hard you try, you’ll always be here with me.” He smiled an eerie grin and cocked his head with eyebrows raised.

“Dead? A ghost like you?” She met his gaze and felt her body grow cold, her heart unmoving in her body. A peaceful silence surrounded them.

“A ghost like me.”

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On Halloween Morning* ⤦ A Harry Styles Halloween One Shot

This was requested by @victoria-styles and was slightly inspired by AHS: Murder House

Evil spirit / Ghost!Harry x Reader

Summary: She didn’t believe in ghosts and he hadn’t seen a living soul in a very long time so he was quite hungry. By the time she realized she’d been wrong about ghosts, it was too late for her and he'd gotten exactly what he wanted. 8.7k words

Warning: DUB-CON, mentions and some details of death and murder, smut, choking, blood, ghosts, a haunted house, horror/scary/creepy and dark - this might not be for everyone- Harry is a ghost stuck in a house with his dead family (all ghosts). Consider what you can handle before continuing.

Reading through old articles to get herself acquainted with the story of the Styles’ house turned out to be quite intense. Some articles outlined the scene in more detail than others. Blood on the walls and headboards, and soaked through the mattresses under the dead bodies. A pool of blood under the oldest son, Harry, who's body was found at the kitchen table. She was just glad there weren’t photos (that she could find) of the crime scene.

The whole family was murdered on Halloween morning in 1968 and the son was the main suspect. Of course the police never found out who did it because all the victims were murdered as well as the accused, Harry Styles. DNA collection for evidence wasn’t a thing back then. No one knows what really happened that day, nor can they understand why the house is cursed, seemingly haunted and kept by the dead who once lived there.

But she wasn’t going to be deterred. Ghosts weren’t real.

October 30, 2022

She was too old to be entertaining this sort of thing. A dare. But she was stubborn and hated being wrong. So of course she’d take the dare and prove to everyone she was right. Ghosts don’t exist.

It was a dumb idea, but Rhea and Georgie both said they’d been in the house and were spooked by something, a ghost perhaps, they’d both claimed. Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“What? You don’t think that house is haunted?” Joe asked with a confused look on his face, as if it were preposterous to not think it was haunted.

Now, they were all in college, 20 and 21 years old among them. So, this shouldn’t have even been a topic. And it normally wouldn’t but Halloween was coming. So, it got brought up out of pure relevancy. Scary stories and strange occurrences were being shared, and it only made sense to bring up the supposed haunted house.

Y/n shook her head, “I can say with full confidence that the Styles' house is not haunted. No such thing.”

And that’s how she found herself climbing into the back window of the long-vacant Victorian style home with overgrown grass, and paint that had begun splitting and peeling away from the wood siding.

The insides were just as worn. Dusty. Some of the wood was deeply cracked and dried. The furniture, said to have been left behind by the Styles family, was covered with dusty sheets and pushed to one corner of the living room.

The house was massive. If not for the stain of the past, it would fetch a pretty penny and could be absolutely immaculate with some repairs and maintenance. It was a shame, really, that adults could let their imagination run wild and fear such things as ghosts.

Y/n brought a backpack full of things to keep her entertained as well as some snacks and water. She brought a book, her cellphone and a battery pack to recharge since she was positive the house had no electricity, a change of clothes, and her dildo. What? She liked to use it before going to sleep at night (when she was by herself) and figured in this big ‘ol house no one was around to catch her in the act. Unlike the dorm room she shared on campus. She rarely had a chance to use it freely, but tonight she would. There isn’t a soul around, she thought to herself.

When she found a nice enough area to set up, she went looking for couch cushions and blankets to make a pallet for herself. Yes, all the bedrooms had beds but she heard that everyone was murdered in their bedrooms and so, even if she didn’t believe in ghosts, she still couldn’t shake the creepiness of sleeping in the same spot as someone who was murdered.

This was a terrible idea. She huffed as she dragged some old couch cushions to the wall and could swear she saw something move out of the corner of her. Everything gave her the creepy crawlies. She found a linen closet with blankets and sheets which she was sure were all clean as they were folded neatly.

Settling into her little corner, the sun began to set. She texted her friends a picture of herself in the old house with the accompanying message:

To Group Chat: peaceful and quiet. see you tomorrow scaredy cats.

She pulled a blanket over her legs when she felt the temperature drop around her and then started to read from her book and snacked on saltines.

When the sun had gone down completely, and the light was a bit too low to read her book she put it away and picked up her cellphone. No one has texted her back. Which seemed odd.

She looked closer at the photo she sent and felt her blood run cold. It looked like there was an outline of a figure, a person casting a shadow next to her. She looked around the room and felt her skin pimple with goosebumps as a faint breeze hit her skin. There weren’t any windows near the corner she set up in. But she chalked it up to a drafty house. The shadow was probably just a lens issue from her phone. She pushed down any feelings of fear that rose in her.

Y/n pulled out her small lantern that was fully charged and placed it next to her pallet so she could see as she dug through her bag. She leaned against the wall and pulled up her favorite porn site on her cellphone and then and then got her dildo out. This would help her relax. She didn’t believe in ghosts or evil spirits or anything like that and a good orgasm seemed to be in order to calm her nerves.

She started to feel kind of exited, knowing how good it was to have her insides filled up with the silicon toy. It was a shame she didn’t get to use it as often.

Pulling her jeans off and spreading her legs, she began watching her favorite couple begin their show. She rubbed over her panties gently as she started to get into it as the scene played out on her screen.

When things began to get a little hotter and Y/n was thoroughly wetted and aroused she paused the video and then pulled her panties off from her legs and propped her phone up so her hands were free and she could still see the video. She grasped the dildo in her hand and ran it over her wet crease and moaned as she hit play on the video. She planned on being vocal tonight. No one would hear her.

She took her time, rubbing over herself gently. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in the old creepy house, but a girl has needs and she hadn’t had any action in a while.

Suddenly there was a noise. It sounded like something was dropped or a door closed. It was not from the porn on her phone. She stopped her movement and paused the video. She couldn’t see much past her pallet. The room was barely illuminated by the lantern as it wasn’t a very powerful light. The shadows on the wall and the silence was creepy. She knew she heard something.

Placing the dildo aside, she sat up when she heard something shuffle. Maybe a squatter was here? Fuck! She just wanted to masturbate in private. She hoped she hadn’t been seen or overheard. She even looked all through the house before settling in and saw no signs of anyone else.

She pulled a blanket over her lap so she could put her clothes back on in modesty in case someone was there when she saw movement from the side of her eye and a shadow move on the wall. She jumped at the sight and hurried to grab her panties.

“Don’t stop on my account.” A deep, raspy voice sounded into the room, much closer to her than she expected. Someone had been watching her masturbate.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll leave!” she had managed to pull her panties on and then grabbed for her jeans when she saw the shadow draw closer.

She was frantically trying to get her jeans right so she could put her legs into the holes when the person came into her view.

A tall young man with dark hair, no older than she was. She couldn’t make out his features as she was focused on pulling her jeans up over her legs, though she had been unsuccessful with the simple task at the way her hands were shaking.

He laughed, “You won’t be leaving. You’re far too pretty for that. Normally I don’t like intruders but for you, I’ll make an exception. Maybe let you stay with us. I could use the company.”

She paused her movements when he kneeled down right in front of her. His eyes were light green and his jaw was sharp. He was handsome but she was freaked out by his sudden presence and the fact that she’d been caught.

He reached a tattooed hand out and pulled her blanket from her legs. She was stuck in shock, unable to move or argue with him.

“Look at you. Don’t cover this up. Let me see. It’s been so long.” He smoothed a cold hand up her leg over her calf and she shivered under his touch. His curious eyes flitted from her panties to her face.

“I don’t usually make myself visible when the living come around. But for you, I needed to see. To touch.” He crawled over her body slowly, his hands never leaving her warm flesh. His palm slid up to her inner thigh where she was still a little wet from her recent activities. But she was fully freaked out now.

She shoved at the young man and launched herself up and without grabbing any of her things made a run for it toward the front door. Her bare feet were gripping the dusty wood floors as well as she could but her stride was affected and it slowed her down.

With her heart racing she turned down the front hall and looked behind herself quickly to find that the guy wasn’t following her. She made it to the front door and turned the handle but the door wouldn’t open. Turning around to check behind her for the man again, she felt along the wood for the deadbolt and turned the lock as she kept twisting the doorknob but the solid oak door wouldn’t budge. The light was too low and it was difficult to see in the shadows. She was sure she was missing something. The door should be opening.

Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder and she turned abruptly to see the man. She couldn’t make out much, but he was tall and much bigger than her and now she was terrified she actually wouldn’t be leaving like he said.

“This is cute. Haven’t had a runner in a while. But you are trespassing on my property after all, and that’s not nice. Leaving just isn’t an option.”

“Who are you?” Y/n gasped as his long fingers grasped her with more strength.

“I’m Harry Styles. What’s your name, doll?” He stood confidently above her with a firm grip on her arm.

He was the Harry Styles. The oldest son of the family murdered. She remembered the pictures now. When she’d googled a bit about the house before staying the night. There was a website that detailed the gruesome murders and a picture accompanied each member of the family.

Before answering him she yanked her arm away and ran away from the door and the man who stood next to it. As she went deeper into the old, dark house she tried to think of a way to escape. Going upstairs would be a bad idea. She needed to find another door on the first level, or even a window. At this point, she understood she was in danger. She might not leave this house alive tonight.

In the kitchen she opened drawers to look for a knife, or anything that could be used to protect herself. She found nothing useful in any of the drawers. Some butter knives, and forks but they wouldn’t do.

But then she neared a bench by the old stove and found a counter-top organizer with cooking utensils and one large knife with a long wooden handle. This could do.

She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dark as she decided on which direction to go. The only window in the kitchen was over the sink and it would be difficult to climb out of. Her next move was to find an exit.

She quietly padded across the floor, hoping if she was quiet the man wouldn’t find her. It hadn’t quite sunk in that this man, Harry, wasn’t a man, but a spirit living in the house.

The hallway was especially dark and her ears were on alert for any noise but there was no sound other than the occasional shuffle of her own feet on the dusty wood plank floors.

A closed door near the end of the hall might be her key to escape. She turned and stopped to listen and will her eyes to focus in the dark, but the long hall had no windows to bring in the light from the moon outside.

She continued toward the door quietly and gently turned the glass knob, and with relief, the door opened rather silently.

She held the knife close to her body as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. There was no lock on the door. But there was a window and this could be her chance.

The room looked to be mostly bare. There was furniture covered in sheets pushed to the wall and the window still had curtains drawn. Moving across the room as noiselessly as possible, her breath held in her lungs, she pushed the curtains to one side and put the knife down on the window ledge so she could manipulate the window and open it. The lock latch at the top of the lower pane had thick paint over it but she wiggled it using any bit of strength she had and from the help of the adrenaline pumping in her veins she was able to free the latch and unhinge it, cracking the white paint apart.

She let out the breath she’d been holding and then slowly placed her hands at the bottom of the pane to lift. Of course, this window had not been used in many years, decades even, so sliding it up wouldn’t be an easy task and she’d probably need to make a little noise once it did begin to budge.

Her attempt at keeping the noise as low as possible slowed down her movements and made the task take much longer. She paused her work and took a breath as she turned to see the door was still closed behind her. Perhaps the man didn’t know where she was yet. But she needed to hurry before he found her again. Her skin prickled at the nape of her neck in a chill.

Putting her muscle into the motion of getting the window up seemed futile. The window was sealed from decades of non-use, getting wet, the wood expanding, then drying and contracting, the dust turning into paste and drying like glue. It seemed impossible. But she was determined. If she walked out of this room and into that dark hallway who knows what would be waiting for her.

She closed her eyes and huffed as she resolved to get the window unstuck with all of her might. Even if she had to make some noise, this was her best chance to escape.

She leaned into the window and put her palms at the base and then used her thighs to push herself upward in one fast and forceful action. The small glass squares in between each wooden slat clanked loudly and the window shook from its position, but it didn’t move enough to be close to allowing an escape. Perhaps only a centimeter. But now, at least the window was unstuck. She ignored the cold feeling of dread over her back that gave her goosebumps, knowing how loud she was being now.

She tried the motion again, using every bit of her strength to push the window up and the noise it made would have definitely sounded throughout the house. The wood shivered in the frame and the glass panes shook and clattered. And even with all that noise and ruckus, the window barely moved an inch.

“Fuck…” she whispered to herself. But she tried again because this was it. Pushing with everything she had, the window rattled and banged about and this time it slid up enough that she was able to stick her arm out of the window. Now perhaps she’d have enough leverage to get the window up further.

Putting her palms under wood at the bottom of the window she bent at the knees and pushed upward, the window slid open further and she was almost free. She knew she could fit herself out of the window if she did it once more, just a few more inches.

Repeating her actions, she pushed upward again and the window slid up nearly half a foot! Her heart was pounding and the room was still empty so she lifted herself up to the window sill and suddenly a realization dawned on her. The knife was meant to be on the ledge right where she’d just lifted herself.

She reached down and felt for the knife but found nothing and suddenly a hand wrapped around her calf and dragged her out of the window, where she fell to the ground with a dizzying bang to the head on the floor below.

“Looking for this?” The spirit held the knife down to her face and she turned to see the blade next to her temple. She didn’t plan on answering. Instead she kept herself on the floor as still as possible. She was running out of options at this point. Her window of time to escape was closing in on her. Dread filled her body.

Harry sighed and she could hear his footsteps around the room. He went to the window and she could hear him sliding it closed and then heard the latch replace itself into its rightful spot.

“You can keep trying, doll. However you try and choose to escape isn’t going to end successfully. We’ve all decided, it’s unanimous, you’re staying.”

Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her up to standing. She didn’t comprehend. This couldn’t be happening. Perhaps it was just a nightmare. Maybe she’d fallen asleep.

His strength was shocking as he pulled her from the room and then down the hall. Her bare legs were freezing from the chill in the air and she really wished she’d been able to put her jeans on in time. He brought her to another door and when he turned the knob she saw a person standing at the end of the hallway, a young girl, perhaps a few years younger than she was.

“Help me! This man is trying to kidnap me!” She frantically spit out as she watched the girl back away into the shadow, “NO!! Help! Please!!”

Harry laughed and brought Y/n into the room. This room was similar to the other one but there was a bed in the middle and a table at the headboard with lit candles allover. She tried to pull away but Harry’s grasp was far too strong.

“That was my sister. We’re all stuck here in this house. Kind of like purgatory. It’s me and my family, maybe a few others we’ve collected along the way, but they won’t be coming around, don’t worry. S’just me right now. The rest aren’t interested in you like I am.”

She shook her head. This wasn’t real. There was no way. This looked like some kind of sacrificial altar. A bed at the middle of the room with only a white sheet over the mattress and a small table with lit candles at the head. The room was dark along the edges, only lit at the center with the flickering candles. It couldn’t have been a creepier scene.

Harry released Y/n’s arm and she rubbed at the spot he had held tightly. Her skin would bruise surely. But that was the least of her problems.

Her eyes followed his tall frame as he moved deeper into the room, “So, you’re a ghost? Then why can you touch me and I can see you clearly? What’s going on here? Is this a joke?” She began to slowly back up towards the door. She didn’t think she truly could escape him but she wasn’t going to stop trying.

Y/n knew she must be losing her mind. Ghosts weren’t real and she knew it. This had to be a prank. Someone trying to scare her into believing in ghosts. It’s why she was here, on a dumb dare. Yes. One of her friends had talked this guy into playing into the haunted house thing. That had to be it.

But she could admit that he did look a lot like the Harry she’d seen in the newspaper articles online. And then there was the young girl she just saw…

“On the bed.” Harry motioned to the center of the room, his long, slender finger pointing toward it.

She shook her head, “No. Absolutely not. I just asked you a question and if you’re going to like, kill me or something the least you can do is answer me first.”

Her eyes fluttered between Harry and the bed flickering with the candlelight. Her heart was racing.

Harry sighed and shook his head, “You’re right. How rude of me. This is not a joke. I’m a lost soul. A spirit. A ghost. Whatever you want to call it. I’m stuck here in this house. For many years I’ve been here. Murdered. My whole family with me. The Styles family.”

Harry began to move toward Y/n, the candlelight revealing more of his handsome features (and she hated that she found him so attractive). “You may have read about it. Or not. I don’t know. I don’t get a lot of outside visitors. Heard a few things over the years.”

She watched him close in on her space until he was right in front of her with a smile and a heavy presence of something dark and dangerous. Cold. Inhuman.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits. Who are you really?” She continued to back up toward the door but Harry rolled his eyes when he realized she was going to try and escape again.

He reached a hand out and grabbed her neck tutting at her as he pulled her back toward the center of the room near the bed, “I know I look like a real man. Flesh and blood it appears. Fully functional. Everything is in working order when it’s time to feed. Just makes this all a lot easier. More pleasurable for both of us.”

Her heart pounded and her breath was caught. His hand on her neck was chilly but his grip was threatening, “What? Feed? And… I’m not what you want. Please let me go. Please. I won’t tell anyone about this and I’ll never come back here. I promise.”

Harry laughed and loosened his grip as he pulled her to the bed and forced her to sit. Her entire body was shaking. Her heart was racing and her vision began to fill slowly with red, dark around the corners, which could indicate she was about to pass out.

“Doll, you can’t leave. I know I told you and I know you don’t believe it but it’s already too late. Don’t fight anymore. It’ll be so much easier for you.” Harry walked around the bed and climbed up behind her, whispering into her ear, “You didn’t know it, but you came here just for me. You’re mine now. Okay?”

She was stuck, frozen in fear. The man put his hands onto her shoulders, and she felt him kiss the back of her neck. She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes. What could she do? What could she say?

When he lowered his hands down from her shoulders to her arms he wrapped his hands around her elbows and pulled her back into his chest. He was solid behind her and she didn’t know what was to be expected. A knife to her throat perhaps? Maybe through her temple or into her back?

“I murder people. I murdered my family in this house, a sacrifice to Angra who possessed me and became free when I killed my physical body. He’s gone now, but I’m here and his spirit lives through me in this house. This is my domain. My body, a sacrifice to his greatness, and now your body, a sacrifice to mine.” His words brought a chill to her spine and she closed her eyes as he spoke into her ear.

“But I’m keeping your soul because I like you. You’re pretty and you smell divine. I may be sick and evil but I still need companionship. I’m lonely. My own family avoids me and all the ones I’ve taken and kept who’ve snuck in over the years hide from me too. But this time, this ritual will make you mine and you won’t want to be away from me when I’m done with you.”

Her heart was racing. She didn’t have thoughts that were linear in her mind. His voice vibrated over her neck and the words he spoke sunk into her ear and her brain, melting her stubborn resolve. She was helpless. It was unavoidable. The fate she’d walked in to was not going to be stopped. No one could save her.

When his lips met her neck once again she had a strange sense of relief. Maybe he wasn’t going to kill her. Maybe this would end with her being released and she could live to tell about it. His mouth on her skin felt too sweet for the words he was speaking to be true. She let out a small moan that confused her and made Harry smile.

The sudden sting of Harry’s teeth going into her neck made her gasp in shock. She jerked away but his hold on her arms was too strong. She couldn’t budge from him. He sucked at the spot and then she felt him lick over it as he chuckled, “See? That wasn’t so bad. Now for the good part.”

Freeing her arms Harry pulled her down so she was lying on her back. She immediately put a hand over her neck where he’d bitten her and then put her hand up to see blood on her palm. Her eyes widened when suddenly Harry was hovering over her.

“It’ll dry. Just a nip is all that was. Soon you’ll understand everything that’s happening here. Try and relax.” Harry lifted his shirt from his torso and it revealed a scattering of dark tattoos and a well-built body with broad shoulders. He was fit and lean, softer around the waist but not fat. His nipples looked real, with sparse hair spread over his pectorals and even his chest was rising and falling as if he needed air for his lungs. He couldn’t be a ghost.

“See? Told you. You can touch. I feel just like a living man, huh? Just wait til I get my mouth around your pussy. S’been a long time. I’ve really missed this. Need to taste and fuck. God I’m so horny.” He searched over her body and brought a hand behind her back and lifted her shirt in one quick motion, causing her to arch her back as he removed it from her. Then he quickly unhooked her bra, before pulling the fabric from her breasts.

“Mmm… so pretty. You came here just for me.” Harry palmed over her soft breasts and if the circumstance wasn’t so fucked up she’d be jumping his bones already. Harry was quite attractive. Seductive even. Very confident and perhaps a little cocky, but hot. She couldn’t deny it.

“How long has it been since you’ve had your pussy eaten?” Harry unbuckled his pants and pulled them down enough to free his obvious erection. It was just another thing that had her convinced he was real. His dick looked real. It was engorged with blood and it was long and thick, better than any dick she’d seen before. He wrapped his palm around himself and stroked upward toward the tip a few times. He looked good. It had her confused. He smiled as he watched her take him in. He wanted to show her what she’d be having everyday for eternity. Harry knew it would entice her.

“Uh… I don’t know.” She couldn’t think straight really. Dylan had tried to eat her out that one time but it was terrible and he complained his jaw was sore after only a handful of minutes. And then there was Aaron who gave it a good try but he couldn’t make her come.

“Well that’s not a good sign. You haven’t been treated right. Poor thing. Let me have your pussy in my mouth and I’m gonna make it so you never forget the last time you had a man eat you out. Gonna have you coming all over my face.” Harry slid his hands over her thighs and upward to her panties where he slowly pulled them from her body. She couldn’t believe this was happening but she also couldn’t take her eyes off the hot spirit’s cock either.

Harry sat back on his heels and looked down at Y/n’s pussy with a grin, “Still wet from earlier, doll. You didn’t get to finish what I interrupted. Don’t worry. This is going to feel so much better anyway. Gonna get you all sorted now, okay?”

He smoothed his cool hands over her thighs and then back up to her breasts before he leaned over and kissed her mouth. She hadn’t expected it, though none of this was expected. It was all a shock and totally had to be a dream. Yes. A dream.

His mouth was cool on hers too. But when he pushed his tongue past her lips she felt something blossom in her chest when he put a hand at her face, caressing her cheek softly. He was being gentle with her. Y/n slowly began to melt, relax into his touch and his kiss. It scrambled her brain and then she felt his heavy penis over her hip and involuntarily clenched her hole around nothing. This was turning her on.

Harry smiled into the kiss and then lowered his mouth down to her jaw and over her neck. His lips pressed soft kisses over the bite he issued her and then he dragged his lips to her clavicle.

He palmed at her tits and then wrapped his lips around her right nipple and looked up at her eyes as he sucked gently. Y/n’s breathing picked up as she trembled from something other than being scared this time, it was because Harry was doing exactly what she’d always imagined a good lover would do. Men rarely took the time to pay much attention to her boobs. Harry moved to the other nipple and licked around her flesh. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he drew himself lower down her body, his lips kissing a trail of cool, wet down to her hips. He settled himself between her thighs and pinned her down. He licked his lips as he flicked his gaze up toward hers and she noticed how foggy his eyes suddenly looked.

“Everyday from now on. This is what you’ll get from me.” He spoke in a deep voice, his pink lips looked so alive and warm yet they were cool on her body.

Harry groaned at the sight of her cunt, “Fuck… so plushy and wet and fragrant. I’m gonna eat you alive, pretty. Brace yourself.”

And when his mouth met Y/n's slick crease it felt like history in the making, already better than any living man. She gasped at his determined pace. His lips and tongue were skilled and she gave herself over to how it felt. His mouth was cool but he worked her like he knew how to eat. Slurping and sucking, licking and flicking. It was intimate and thrilling. The part of her brain that new this was wrong, that knew this was fucked up began to vanish and was replaced with a carnal need.

When she allowed herself to let out another moan Harry’s eyes were on hers and he smirked for a flash of a second but didn’t let up his work. He had a meal to eat.

She grabbed his hair as he kept his eyes on her, the light green slowly fading and it almost looked like his eyes had gone all white. She gasped at the way he felt on her and how hard he was digging in but his eyes made her sudder.

Harry pushed Y/n down harder and held her thighs with a harsh grasp and she yelped and tried wriggling from his hold, or to at least have him loosen his grip a bit. But then she felt something pinch and it stung when he bit down on her labia, breaking her skin. Y/n jumped at the feel and looked down but couldn't tell what he was doing and when he slurped her clit back into his mouth she moaned because, fuck it felt good. He was hurting her a tiny bit but at the same time, made her pussy feel like it was being worshipped.

Y/n looked at the way his fingers were pressing into the flesh of her thigh and the marks that it was going to leave when he lapped upward with a flat tongue and she saw his eyes again. White, the green was clouded and she watched him flick her clit and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe she was letting a ghost give her cunnilingus, if that was even what was happening here. Whatever it was, it happened to be the best she'd ever had.

Harry loved that she was suddenly so compliant. It would make everything that was about to happen so much easier. But first he'd make her suck him, because the last time had been too long ago and he wanted the feel of a warm, living mouth on him, drinking him down.

He sipped at her blood mixed with her arousal and moaned at the taste. Delicious and warm and fresh. Living pussy was so much better than ghost pussy when he could get it. Which was a shame that he couldn't keep Y/n around longer in her current living-state, fresh with pumping blood and a beating heart. But, he needed to do what he needed to do. He was lonely and letting her go wouldn’t be an option.

It was a shock to Y/n when she felt the tingle of her orgasm spread over her center and down her groin. She began to writhe under Harry’s hold and she cried out when it hit her hard and Harry didn’t let up.

When Y/n came in his mouth he groaned just as loudly as she cried into the dark and dusty room. When he lifted his face she saw the blood on his lips and he quickly leaned down to kiss her lips hard, smearing herself all over her mouth, blood and all.

"What? Is that blood?!" Her voice cracked out and tried pushing him away but he was already grabbing her neck and moving her down flat to the bed again.

"Yes. Your blood. I only took a nip." He climbed over her torso and put his cock at her mouth and pressed the tip around her face to gather up some of the smeared blood that he’d gotten on her when he kissed her, just because he wanted to see it.

"Open." He said flatly.

Y/n was surprised by this, once again, but she figured saying no wasn’t an option at this point, not that she wanted to say no anymore. In fact, his pretty cock looked quite good. And also, if he was a ghost (which she’d slowly begun to believe) she'd rather just comply.

Once her mouth was parted and her tongue was flat, Harry slid his cock in causing Y/n to gag over him. He pushed himself down over her, he was knelt above her face, hand at the headboard behind her head as he watched his cock disappear behind her lips. He loved the look of her lips on him. And she was warm and wet.

He made long strokes in and out of her mouth and every time he slid his tip into her throat she gurgled and swallowed at his tip and he loved the feel of it. Loved a nice gag reflex. Ghosts didn't have a gag reflex like most humans, so this was nice. Meant she was fully alive and working.

Y/n squeezed her eyes clothes and tried breathing through her nose but it was hard. Harry's dick was large and long and his length was pushing too far down her throat, well, further than was comfortable. Further than she'd ever taken a cock before. Every time he'd move back a little she'd suck in a breath and then he'd plunge right back down into her throat.

Harry was enjoying the feel and sight. Her face was wet with saliva and tears and he kept up a nice hearty pace that he enjoyed watching as her mouth stretched around him.

When he felt her nails digging into the tops of his thighs he figured it was a good time to give her cunt a taste of his cock and finish her off properly. The ritual could begin.

He pulled back and grasped her neck again before positioning himself between her legs, moving them apart. He smoothed a thumb over her tummy and dipped it into her belly button. His already erect dick was standing outward under its weight, thick and ruby at the tip. It was a beautiful cock. She looked back to his handsome face.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his broad chest and the way his arm flexed as he stroked himself. It was as if he was a healthy man, with muscles, hair, vocal cords, a nice cock filled with blood and ready to be used. She reached out to touch his chest and he was solid, muscled, cool skin, beautiful.

“That’s right. Touch me, doll. I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.” He continued pumping himself. He noted she liked his cock as she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of it. So stroking himself in front of her seemed like a nice little show to put on.

“What are you gonna do?” Y/n asked quietly. She was breathing hard as she lowered her hand downward, feeling his cool skin, solid, real. He even came complete with a happy trail and dark hair over his groin encircling his cock.

“Hmm… what should I do?” He let go of his cock and leaned over her. With his newly free hand at her face, he rubbed his thumb over her cheek bone then slid his palm down to the front of her neck, his thumb at one side and fingers at the other. He didn’t put pressure on her neck but the sentiment remained.

“I don’t… know. Um. What do you want? As long as you don’t hurt me,” she breathed her words out.

“You want to know what I want? Well, I’m pretty sick, doll. Don’t you remember I’m a ghost? An evil spirit? But I like you so I’ll be gentle. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. But I am going to fuck you and then you’re going to be mine.”

“What won’t hurt? What do you mean?” Y/n wasn’t exactly following. She never thought of herself as dumb but this whole situation was a mind-fuck.

Harry’s warm smile comforted her, made her relax again, “You’ll find out soon. But we have some needs to take care of right now, don’t we? I want to fuck you. Bet you’d like that, huh? Getting railed by a ghost instead of that plastic toy you brought. Thing about my kind is that I won’t come prematurely and we don’t need condoms. You’re gonna like this.”

And the way he slid into her had her moaning around the initial cry she let out. It stretched her out and split her down the center. It was a jolt to her system but then it felt like silky pleasure inside of her body. Thick and long, moving into her and wrecking her guts. It was immediate relief and sated needs.

His hand grew tighter around her neck and Harry’s hips glided back and forth in the perfect pace and at just the right angle that she could feel him deep and dragging over her g-spot. His thick head was pressing into unreached areas and then being pulled back to almost the tip, just to be plunged in again. Her little peeps had Harry snarling. He loved how sweet she sounded and he was feeling her human pussy clench around him just how he loved. God he missed this. But he’d have her every day from now on. Maybe not exactly in this way, but she would be his now.

“So warm and so tight, doll. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” He fucked into her a little faster. His torso strong and attractive as he worked himself in and out. She watched his body move over hers and saw his eyes lose their brilliance again, becoming clouded over.

She realized that Harry was either a ghost, or this was a dream. She was no longer under the delusion that Harry was human. Not with the way he was fucking her, not with the way he’d so easily convinced her she wanted this, not with the way he looked with those eyes and that cock. No. He was either a figment of a beautiful and terrifying dream, or he actually was a ghost and he was fucking her like she’d never been fucked before.

Her grunts and moans were stifled at the pressure he kept over her neck. But she was feeling incredible. He was good, perhaps too good. Because her ecstasy and the feelings she wanted to prolong were beginning to boil over again. She couldn’t help it that it felt so good and she couldn’t stop the orgasm from taking place. She truly wanted more of this. Needed to feel his cock moving in her for a lot longer. It would be a shame to let this feeling go too soon. She gasped as he squeezed her neck tighter. Her head was spinning. Harry was moaning when he could feel her begin to tremble.

“Gonna come on this ghost cock, baby? Come on. Let me have you. Give it to me. Show me you’re mine and I’ll come inside of you and show you I’m yours.” That was all it would take when the ritual was complete. Harry would fuck an orgasm out of her as he choked her unconscious and then once his sperm entered her system, she’d be filled with his essence and her rebirth as a spirit would maker her belong to him.

Harry began railing her deeper, harder. The bed was squeaking and the flames from the candles began to flicker violently, casting wild shadows on the walls. Her brain was mush and her body tingled and pricked at the way his dick submerged into her body and her breath was shallow.

The sound of sex in the room was loud. Moans, and slapping skin, wet pussy getting fucked fast and hard, the old bed creaking and shaking springs being disturbed after years of silence. The feel of Harry’s pubes rubbing over her clit when he’d press in hard over and over again are what did her in. It was her ending. In every sense.

“Yesss… Come on baby. That’s it. Let me have it.” Harry encouraged. He could feel it. He could feel her. Every dip and every shake of her muscle as she began to orgasm around him was what he needed, longed for. It was officially Halloween morning now as he came inside of her warm throbbing pussy. His soul fed. He came with a groan and threw his head back, pumping into her with finality, stuffing her with himself. She couldn’t turn back now.

He emptied himself into her and looked back down at her pretty face. This was it. He’d gotten what he called for and she came to answer him and now she was his. Forever. She closed her eyes when her orgasm had exhausted her body and her spirit and Harry lifted his palm from her neck.

When she woke up the sun was out, peeking in through the window across from the room she’d sat up in. Her phone on the floor, the dildo on the cushion next to her, her pants off, the lamp dead. She must have passed out. She stretched her limbs and felt a little sore, probably from the angle she’d fallen asleep in. She picked up her phone and noticed that no one had bothered to text her back yet. She huffed. Rude. She looked at the photo she sent and the shadow of what looked like a person was still there. She decided it was time to leave.

She slid her jeans onto her legs and looked around. What a strange dream. It had seemed so real but she knew, as she stood from the cushion to gather her things and thought back, that even in her dream she doubted the existence of ghosts. They weren’t real. She passed out last night while masturbating (she must have) and then had a wet dream about a hot ghost who her made her come so hard she could have died.

But there was a piece of her that was a little sad it wasn’t real. The ghost, Harry, she’d come to feel a connection to in her dream. She paused as she buttoned her pants up and frowned. Too bad. Even though he was a little scary, it made her feel empty a little.

She put her backpack onto her shoulders and walked through the house back toward the window she had entered last night. She laughed to herself when thinking of her dream and how she couldn’t find an exit. If she’d only considered the window she climbed in through in her dream, maybe it wouldn’t have gotten so intense. However, she was happy she dreamed about the attractive ghost boy. It was a hot dream and even though he wasn’t real, she’d always remember him.

When she entered the mudroom area near the back door she stopped in her tracks. The window was boarded up. The window she climbed through last night was impossible to climb into or out of. How could that be?

She backed out of the room and then looked down the hallway. It had to be here. Maybe she’d gotten the rooms mixed up? She walked back into the mudroom and undid the lock on the door. She’d just leave through the back door. She was starting to feel nervous that the door wouldn’t budge… and it didn’t. She felt like she was going to be sick. Her dream was beginning to come true.

Panic started to set in. She reached for her cellphone as she walked through the hallway toward the front door. There had to be some way for her to leave. The front door perhaps would be easier to open.

She opened her messages app to text the group realized, she had no signal. None. It was as if her cellphone no longer had a service plan. She shut her phone down to restart it, hoping that would work. While her phone was restarting she shoved it into her back pocket and found the front door.

The latch for the lock was undone at the top. She thought back to her dream and recalled undoing the latch. She twisted the handle and it turned but the door did not open. She put her weight into it, pulling back with both hands on the knob but nothing.

Stepping away from the front door she put her hands into her hair and then heard footsteps behind her. Turning as her skin crawled and her body shivered, she knew what she’d see. Who she’d see. It was him. Harry Styles. Dread overtook her. She knew now she had not been dreaming. Ghosts were real.

“Darling, I know you’re still going through a bit of shock, but let me make this very clear to you,” he walked toward her and reached out to take a portion of her hair at the ends between his fingers as he allowed his gaze to wonder over her face, “you’re dead. You’re mine. I made you mine last night so you can’t leave me. No matter how hard you try, you’ll always be here with me.” He smiled an eerie grin and cocked his head with eyebrows raised.

“Dead? A ghost like you?” She met his gaze and felt her body grow cold, her heart unmoving in her body. A peaceful silence surrounded them.

“A ghost like me.”

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