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2. The Unicorn | nanny!yn
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Unicorn: An individual who is willing to join an existing romantic relationship. Usually a bisexual female.
Summary: The night has arrived and things are going really well for all three of you until suddenly they're not.
A/N: This will be 3 parts. Based on this and this.
Word Count: 10k+
Warning: 18+ only, smut, jealousy, angst, hurt feelings, daddy kink
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When you left, Harry walked back inside his house feeling like a new man. He felt real. He felt strong and virile. He didn’t know what had come over him being so direct with you. So rapacious. But it felt natural. It was like something about you brought it out of him.
It wasn’t until he was sitting at the table with the boys eating dinner that any little inkling of guilt started to wash over him. It was then he realized he hadn’t even thought about Kit since he started making dinner. He was conjuring up images in his mind of what you would look like on Saturday in various positions. Imagined the way your eyes would widen and then squeeze close when you orgasmed. Wondered how many he could coax out of you. He’d completely blocked out that his wife would be participating.
He would need to tame himself. See how Kit responded to seeing you and him together. If she enjoyed it he could loosen up a little but he was concerned about the way you two clicked. Your dynamic was very good, Harry thought, that he would have a hard time sharing you. Plus, he wasn’t sure whether or not Kit would like to hear you calling him Daddy. And Harry really wanted to hear you call him Daddy again.
When his wife got home the twins were already in bed and Harry was in the master bedroom reading, “So how did it go?” She asked him as she plucked her heels off, placing her palm on their dresser to balance herself.
“It was good. Why don’t you get ready for bed and then we can talk about everything that happened?”
Harry had decided he’d play down what had happened between you two. He’d be honest but he wouldn’t divulge some of his innermost thoughts. The parts where he forgot all about his wife and how your soft and docile demeanor was refreshing and made him feel masculine and wide awake all of a sudden. No. He wouldn’t share that much with her.
Kit turned off the ceiling light and turned on her lamp before climbing into bed with Harry, “So, tell me how it went.”
“Yeah. It was good. She was very open. She said she wanted to join us on Saturday for sure.”
Kit nodded, “And? Did you two kiss or anything?”
Harry’s heart began to lob in his chest at the idea that he was going to tell his wife what he’d done with another woman. Kit seemed fine. She insisted she was but Harry still felt unease about how to handle this situation gracefully. Without anyone getting hurt.
“Yeah, we did. Brought her into the bedroom, here so the kids didn’t see. Kissed her and then got her clothes off, fingered her,” he inhaled softly and felt his cheeks glow and his chest burn. “That was it.”
Kit grinned and slid in close to Harry, smoothing her palm under his shirt, “Yeah? I wish I could have seen it. Did she come?”
Harry puffed out a laugh of disbelief. Maybe he was fretting for nothing. Perhaps his guilt had been needless. Maybe Kit was right. Maybe this would be really good for them.
“Yes.” He looked down at where his wife’s hand was traveling.
“And did you come?”
“No. I kept all my clothes on when I was with her and then when she left I had to get dinner for the boys and I was with them until I finally got into bed a bit ago.”
Kit palmed over his crotch, “You poor man. You did so good for me today, baby.” She kissed his lips, “You deserve a treat.”
Harry sighed as his wife put her hand into his night pants and began to pump his cock slowly. Closing his eyes with a smile he realized he probably had nothing to worry about.
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You were a mess. You couldn’t sleep in the way that was necessary to function properly the next day. You kept going from squealing into your pillow like a 16-year-old after your crush admitted to liking you too, to feeling overwhelming anxiety about what was to come. Kit was an unknown in the equation. For many reasons.
The first was that you’d never been intimate with a woman even though you crushed on women for longer than you had men. The second was that you were worried that now that you’d called Harry Daddy and knew how much he liked it, even if Kit didn’t like that it would be hard for you to turn that off. The third thing was that you weren’t sure you’d want to see Harry kissing anyone else or watch him preferring his wife over you, because he would. Because Kit was so much prettier than you and she was his wife, the mother of his children. You were certain that you’d wind up kind of being the third wheel.
But maybe you had it all wrong. Maybe you’d love being with Kit and things would just be fun. But your rabbit hole Google search wound up landing you on a subreddit all about this kind of thing and did not leave you with confidence about what was to come. So many horror stories about “unicorn hunters” finding their “unicorn” and the ways threesomes can end a marriage.
But you said yes. And you intended to follow through. They both really seemed to want it. And you trusted them. Perhaps your experience would be among the rare ones that worked out for the better.
The rest of the week felt like you were slowly entering into a new realm of existence. Dramatic way to put it but that’s just how it felt. Things would change for you. Not only would you be having your first sexual encounter with a woman, but you’d also be having a threesome. You’d be in the middle of a married couple and that was not a situation you thought you’d ever get into.
But also, you were very aware that Harry was planning on fucking you. In front of his wife. And you couldn’t imagine that going well. Of course, you forced your fantasy to make it positive but there was something that was telling you that it wouldn’t be. You hoped you were just nervous for nothing.
On Friday before you left Mr. and Mrs. Styles’ home, William and Warren were told to get their suitcases ready for grandma and grandpa to pick them up the following morning.
Kit helped you put your bag on your shoulder, as she spoke, “We’re really excited about tomorrow. I hope you are too, Y/n.”
You smiled as you turned to look at her, “I am. A little nervous, I’ll admit.”
You were more than a little nervous.
“That’s okay. We are too. We’ll talk about everything tomorrow and go from there.”
Harry walked into the living room with you and Kit and there was just something different about him following that night he had you in his bed. It made you squirmy and intimidated. His eyes had always been intense but now they felt more severe. Daunting.
“So, tomorrow at 3 then?” He asked you as he raised his brows.
You nodded, “Yeah. I’ll be here.”
And from the moment you drove away from the Styles’ house until you knocked on their front door the following afternoon, you couldn’t get yourself to calm down or think about anything else.
You paced and talked out loud to yourself. You set up scenarios in your head and acted them all out, some of them turning you on quite a lot, you couldn’t lie. You practiced how you’d respond in certain situations. You took a long bath with salts and essential oils and got rid of as much hair as possible from your body so you’d be extra smooth.
You played your music loudly. You masturbated thinking about the way Harry fingered you. You picked the perfect outfit and panties. And you tried to sleep. But that was nearly impossible.
When you did finally wake up it was already noon. You’d slept in. Which shouldn’t have surprised you because you couldn’t get to sleep the night before. You jolted up from your bed and panicked as you ran into the bathroom to get the shower going. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You wondered what Harry and Kit were doing to prepare. Were they freaking out like you were? They both said they’d never done anything like this so they had to be at least a little nervous about everything.
Your soft pink lace bra and panties were your favorites. You didn’t wear them all the time but it felt like the appropriate affair to break them out.
At about 2 pm you received a text from Kit.
If you’d like, you can stay the night. We would be happy to have you all night.
That, you hadn’t expected. You had envisioned it being along the lines of you and the Styles getting finished up and then using their bathroom before an awkward goodbye and See you Monday (you really had thought of every scenario already).
But to stay the night? Would you sleep in their bed with them? Or would they offer you their guest room? Or the couch? You couldn’t imagine sleeping next to them all night. Of course, maybe that would be nice? You really didn’t know. It was hard to think with a clear brain when Harry was involved. The whole situation was wacky but the opportunity to be allowed to sleep with Harry and his pretty wife and have everything be just fine after (hypothetically) was simply not something you’d want to say no to.
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Harry was nervous. He was trying to reign in his thoughts and his doubts. He didn’t want Kit to know how deep his worries ran. Because she seemed excited. She seemed far calmer than he felt.
He forced himself to eat breakfast and a light lunch so she didn’t question it. He didn’t know how things would play out once you arrived. And he tried not to imagine all the salacious things he’d been thinking about you in his private time.
When you’d finally arrived with your bag in hand and knots in your tummy Harry took deep breaths as Kit answered the door and hugged you in greeting.
“I hope you’re hungry! I’m making salmon and parmesan risotto.It’s my specialty and I think you’ll like it.” Kit led you to the kitchen where her husband stood and the moment he laid his eyes on you the smallest something ignited in him. It was only a spec of something but it was as if a layer of worry was wiped away instantly. Just seeing your pretty smile with your bag in hand had his mind swirling with thoughts of what might come. He realized part of him didn’t think you’d actually show up. But you did.
He tried leaning on Kit’s poise and mimicking her excited demeanor. On the way she seemed so calm but confident. That’s how it should have been for him. But the bigger parts of worry in him stemmed from the fact that his more dominant natural inclination was starting to peek through the cracks slowly. He’d even initiated something with Kit the night before, which she quickly shot down. He knew his wife was not one for being submissive. Or at least letting him take the reigns fully. But he knew Y/n would want it.
And worse yet, he hadn’t asked Kit if she’d mind if you called him Daddy. That was weighing heavy on him. He knew he should have talked to her about it days prior but there was part of him that worried she wouldn’t like that. He wasn’t sure how it would be brought up at that point but it would come out sooner or later he was positive. Especially with the way you seemed to love saying it.
“This looks so good, thank you, Mrs. Styles,” you smiled softly and looked from Harry to Kit and then back to the steaming pot ofrisotto. You weren’t sure you’d be able to eat much but you’d force something down. Your mind was jumbled and you felt tense.
But of course, this was something new for all of you. You’d all be going through this together and so you probably didn’t have much to worry about.
Harry took your little bag from your hand and his bright green eyes on you felt hot, “I’ll take this upstairs unless you need anything from it right now?”
You shook your head, “I don’t need it. Thank you, Mr. Styles.”
You had wanted to ask Harry what his wife thought about the whole Daddy thing but you hadn’t had the chance the rest of the week and even if you had you wouldn’t have been able to get the nerve up to ask.
“So, what are you thinking? What things are you into?” Kit asked as she handed you a glass of wine.
You leaned your hip into the counter and shrugged, “I don’t know. I think I like it when other people take the lead. I’m sort of, maybe a little submissive,” you laughed softly as you brought your glass up to your lips and looked at Kit. It was the first time you’d really taken her in since you’d arrived. She was wearing a pretty black lacey dress that fit her gorgeous body like it was made for her. Black heels, a smoothed back, high ponytail. Bright red lips, perfectly done eyeliner. Her cheekbones made you envious. You’d always noticed her cheekbones in the past. As well as Harry’s. Imagined they were made for one another. Two exquisitely stunning people.
Kit leaned against the counter next to you, her body turned toward yours, “That’s perfect for Harry and me. We’re both a bit dominant,” she sipped her glass and you watched her eyes trail down over your neck. You’d put on a pretty choker. Light pink small pearls to go with your sexy (you hoped) pink lacey underwear. Over it, you wore a lightweight cream sweater that was almost sheer with a short white skirt with a print of pink and yellow butterflies all over it. You felt underdressed compared to Kit. She looked like an adult and you looked like a child.
When Harry returned to the kitchen he poured himself a glass and looked at you and then to his wife, “What’d I miss?”
“Just asked Y/n what she likes. She’s going to let us take the lead. And look at his, H,” she gently put a slender finger under your pearl choker, “she’s perfect. I told you.”
Harry’s gaze felt so heavy on you. It felt like he was dissecting you with his eyes, “I think we’ll have a lot of fun together.”
A safe choice of words.
Dinner was quite delicious. Though you weren’t really that hungry, the wine you drank helped you feel a bit more comfortable, and sitting and chatting about normal things with Kit and Harry felt really good.
You helped clean up. Harry had put on some music and you were feeling loose from the wine so you were swaying the tiniest bit with the beat. When you felt hands at your hips you turned and it was Kit, swaying with you. She leaned her chin over your shoulder and spoke into your ear, “Leave the dishes. Those can wait. I think it’s time to get comfortable and talk. Come,” she pulled at you and you suddenly weren’t feeling as loose at the notion of talking.
Ground rules. Expectations. It was all necessary stuff.
You followed her into the living room where Harry was already sitting on the couch at one side. He gestured for you to sit next to him and Kit sat down on the opposite side, putting you in the middle.
The music was still playing as Kit turned toward you and put her arm up on the back of the couch, “Tell us your concerns. What things you absolutely do not like.”
You looked down at the coffee table where all three glasses of wine were sat and took a deep breath, “My concerns… I’m worried someone won’t like this after we start. Like,” you looked at Kit, “maybe you realize you don’t want anyone touching Harry. Or even if Harry doesn’t like to see you with anyone else? I just don’t want anyone to feel upset.”
Kit nodded, “A good point. I feel the same. I think we all do. We won’t know until we get into it but I think if there is anything anyone doesn’t like we need to be able to speak up about it. Agreed?”
You nodded, unsure if they wanted you to continue. That was the biggest concern of yours, sort of. You were worried about calling Harry Daddy when things got going. You were worried you would feel left out, which wasn’t fair of you to feel that way. Kit and Harry were married, after all. They’d certainly be paying the most attention to each other.
“Anything else? What things do you not like at all? What is a hard no for you?”
Harry had been quite silent since you all had sat down. But you were feeling heat pouring off of him. And you could tell he had his eyes on you.
“I mean… maybe if I think of some I’ll tell you? I haven’t done much, to be honest. Nothing stands out in my mind.”
“Do you like to be spanked? Or maybe restrained?” Kit raised her brows at you.
You shrugged, “I haven’t really been spanked before. Definitely not restrained.”
“You haven’t really been spanked?” Harry finally spoke up.
You turned to look at him but found you needed to look away quickly. He was too attractive.
“Well, once a guy sort of smacked at my bottom during… Like I was on top and…” you swallowed trying to calm yourself as you saw his hand move from his lap to the space between your thigh and his on the couch, “Like it was just really quick. Just once. So I wouldn’t say spanked but… yeah.”
“And did you like it?” He asked.
You looked at him and couldn’t help but feel yourself singe with warmth, “I didn’t mind it.”
“We’ll learn as we go,” Kit added.
Harry pulled his gaze away from you to his wife when she spoke and it was the first time you noticed it. His unease. It almost seemed like he’d forced himself to look away from you. Like the way you felt when you looked at him.
Kit reiterated that she agreed with you. That there would need to be open communication. She said that she liked to be dominant or at least to have most of the control.
“And I also like to be in control. To be dominant.” Harry said as he looked at Kit and then to you, “I also wanted to see if it was comfortable for you, Kit, if Y/n calls me Daddy.”
Kit looked to the coffee table quietly in thought and then looked at you, “Do you like that? To call your sexual partner Daddy?”
Your eyes widened at the question. You hadn’t expected that you’d answer this question. But you also assumed Harry had already spoken to Kit about it.
“Uh, well. Yeah, I think so.”
“Have you ever called anyone Daddy during a sexual encounter before? Are you comfortable with that?” Kit pressed.
You shot your sight to Harry and then back to Kit. How did you answer this? He obviously hadn’t told his wife that you were calling him Daddy that night and now you didn’t know if you should reveal that you already had. And Harry had been the only one you’d ever given that moniker to.
“I mean I’d like her to, but if she’s not comfortable with it we don’t have to do it, Y/n.” Harry quickly interrupted. You knew he was doing a bit of damage control. Perhaps that little thing would just be a secret between you and Harry. You were okay with that, you figured. You didn’t want him getting into trouble with Kit.
“Yeah. That’s fine. I don’t mind. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”
“Okay. Good. I’m okay with it, I think. We’ll feel it out and see if we like it,” Kit said, seemingly unbothered.
With the music playing you felt Harry’s pinky graze your bare thigh and Kit leaned forward to grab your glass of wine and hers, handing you yours.
“You smell so good, Y/n,” she said to you with a dreamy look on her face. “Doesn’t she, Harry?”
Sipping your wine you heard his deep voice from your right as he spoke, “She smells delicious.”
The change of the song and Harry’s pinky ghosting at your thigh and Kit’s closeness with her eyes on you had you feeling excited. Your heart began to lob in your chest, faster and faster.
Kit ran her finger up your neck, “You’re so shy. I really love it. Y/n, we’re going to make sure you have fun tonight.”
She got onto her knees and reached across you to pull at Harry’s hand and drew him in for a kiss. You watched them as they wound their mouths together right in front of you. You were smushed back into the couch with your eyes on their lips and watched their tongues meld and lick and heard Kit moaning.
When they parted Harry grabbed your empty glass of wine and placed it on the coffee table before he cradled the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. He wanted to feel your silky lips on his and he wanted to make sure you were included in the fun too. He would see to it you weren’t left out.
Kit watched her husband kissing you, their nanny with amazement. It was the first time she’d ever gotten to enjoy this sort of thing and she already loved it.
You felt Harry’s warm and wet mouth pull away from yours as Kit took over and pressed her lips to yours. The way it felt to have her mouth on yours versus Harry’s was night and day. Kit was soft and unmistakably feminine and you moaned as you reached up to pull your arms over her shoulders. With your body turned toward Kit you felt Harry’s big palm slide up your thigh and lift your skirt just a little before his chest was pressed into your back and his lips were on your neck.
“Can I mark your neck, sweet girl,” Harry groaned into your sensitive skin as Kit’s mouth moved with yours flawlessly.
“Yes, Daddy…” you breathed out the words and hadn’t even realized you said Daddy until the name hung in the air immediately after you’d said it. But no one seemed bothered. Kit only became more fervent and you felt her hand slip under your soft sweater.
“Can I touch you? Will you give us permission to touch your body and play with you now?” Kit panted her words before dotting kisses on your cheeks.
“Oh god. Yes, you can. Anything you want.” You meant it. If they wanted to touch your naked body or see it or tear your clothes off you were already so far gone you just wanted to please them. Everything was green for you so far.
You hissed softly and felt the pinch and sting of Harry’s lips at your neck as he marked you like he wanted.
Kit’s hand slid up your tummy to your pretty bra and she squeezed your plushy tit under her palm, “Just say if you don’t want something. Fuck you have such nice breasts, Y/n…” she leaned back and lifted your sweater before dipping down to kiss over the sheer lacy fabric over your nipples and you gasped.
Harry put his hand on your neck and turned your face toward him roughly, smearing his mouth against yours with a deep moan. You opened your mouth to let his tongue inside and you felt a drizzle of arousal pool into your panties. You loved the way it felt to have his big palm on your neck and his mouth ravaging yours while Kit’s lips and tongue worked over the flimsy fabric of your bra, wetting it and making your nipples hard underneath.
He could feel your delicate pearls under his palm as he used his thumb to squeeze you gently. But when he heard your tiny whimper his cock throbbed in his pants and he pulled at you, “We need to get her upstairs in bed.”
Kit grinned and the three of you awkwardly made your way upstairs. The moment you were in their bedroom Kit had her hands at your skirt, pulling at it, “Want this off of you. Okay? He’s had the chance to see your body but I haven’t yet. I’m dying to see you.”
Harry unbuttoned his shirt as he watched his wife remove your skirt and then peel off your little sweater. He walked up behind Kit and pulled at the bottom hem of her dress to pull it off, “Need you out of this too, Kitty.”
You’d never heard him call his wife Kitty before but it made sense now that you’d heard it.
The moment you saw Kit in her tiny black thong and her amazing tits out (she was sans bra) you dropped your mouth open. Her body was insane. She had a tattoo of a flowering tree on her ribcage and another at her hip with shooting stars. It fit her perfectly.
Harry put his hands on her shoulder as he stood behind her and kissed her neck, his eyes on yours.
“My tits need some love, Y/n. Come here,” she reached for you and it was easy to enjoy the way it felt to have a soft breast in your mouth. You sucked at her nipples and lapped your tongue over her skin with your hands cupping both sides, smushing your fingers in to really feel how soft and lovely it was. You couldn’t believe you’d never done anything with a girl before. You were certainly glad Harry and Kit were so forward.
Harry moved his position from behind his wife to behind you. You hadn’t expected to feel his hands at your bum, squeezing and pulling at your cheeks before giving you a soft smack.
You jolted slightly and looked up at Kit with a laugh.
Harry pressed his hips into your bottom against your pink lacy panties and groaned, “Beautiful ass.”
Kit grasped your jaw and pulled you in for another kiss. Soft and tranquil, wet and warm. There was an easy difference in the way a woman kissed than a man and you adored it.
You felt Harry’s hand at your bottom, pulling at your panties to slide into your crack to give him access to your full bottom. The sudden warmth and wetness against your bum cheek might have startled you more if he hadn’t given you a swat just moments prior. His mouth and tongue moved over your flesh slowly until he pasted a wet kiss right over where your panties were stuffed into your bottom.
He gripped your hips and pushed his face in further, soft lips kissing along where your panties were, “Gotta get these off, okay, Y/n? As pretty as they are,” he put his fingers into the band of your lacy panties and pulled them down your ass and legs and you continued kissing Kit with a wet, desperate tongue.
But you gasped and your eyes bounced open when Harry's mouth found your pussy from behind. He pulled your cheeks and put his mouth between them, licking over your labia. You couldn’t help but to turn to look behind you as best you could to watch his dark curls from behind you.
Kit’s hands slid to the back of your bra and unhooked your clasp to get you out of your bra, “Oh shit.” She took you in and delicately moved her hands over your tits, “Gorgeous.”
Harry stood up and pulled his shirt off his shoulders and then began to take his pants down and underwear. He was too hard in his pants to keep them on. He watched as Kit pulled you to the bed. Now that you were completely naked Kit wanted to see you spread out.
You were pushed to your back and she climbed between your legs, “Can I eat you out a little, Y/n? Missed eating pussy.”
You nodded quickly as Kit smirked at you and gave you one more soft kiss to your lips.
You saw Harry come up behind her and look down at you as his wife bent over to press her lips to your cunt. He looked from Kit’s ass to your face and pulled at her g-string to move it to the side as he pressed his fingers into Kit’s entrance, “So wet already, Kitty. You don’t get wet f’me like this.”
Harry’s strong and broad shoulders, the view of his dark tattoos scattered on his chest and arms made you wish Kit wasn’t in your way so you could see him unobstructed.
Kit moaned and lapped at your clit as she looked up at you, “I just love how she feels, H. I’m so horny looking at her body.”
Harry could agree with that assessment. He was already throbbing and he hadn’t even had his cock touched yet. Not that his wife couldn’t get him worked up but having you in the mix was exciting. New.
He fucked into his wife with his thick fingers from behind her slowly and loved the way you sounded when you moaned. He reached down to grip his cock and stroke himself as he looked at your pretty face. Moving his fingers from Kit’s pussy he slid his tip up and down her crease and she lifted and looked back at him, “Yes, H… fill me with that big dick.”
“Yeah? Want this big cock, baby?” He looked at you as he asked.
You moaned when Kit wrapped her lips around your clit again and you felt her fingers thrust into your soft, wet hole.   
Harry felt good plunging into Kit as always. She was familiar and welcoming. He knew exactly what to expect and exactly what she needed to get off. But this time, as familiar as Kit felt, it was so different as he thrust in and pulled back to his tip with his eyes on yours.
He began to rock into his wife and each thud into her pushed Kit into your pussy harder. Kit was bent down with her mouth on your cunt, her ass in the air at the edge of the bed while Harry stood, feet on the floor, and fucked his wife from behind. But he had a great view of your face and your tits. It almost felt like he was already fucking you with the way your eyes were locked on his.
The delicious surge of Kit’s fingers digging into your pussy and her tongue on your bud had you spinning. But it was Harry’s eyes on yours as he grunted with each roll of his hips that had you nearly at your end already.
Kit lifted and looked at you. When you felt her lips move away you quickly shot your gaze back to hers. She continued fingering you, “You gonna come for me, Y/n? Fuck!” She closed her eyes for a moment and pushed herself back onto Harry as she used her free hand to rub her clit, “God, right there, H.”
When Harry began to go in sharper, Kit placed her mouth back on your pussy and moaned at the way her husband was pounding into her. His deep thrusts were making her press into you.
He grasped Kit’s hips harshly and moaned at the view of his cock stretching his wife out and then looked back at you with your lips parted and your hands squeezing your tits together. Your neck elongated.
The sharp spike of stimulation made you cry out and you couldn’t stop the spiral in your tummy from tensing and twisting as you came. Soft wet lips on your clit and slender fingers pumping through your walls felt amazing. But when you heard Harry groan loudly as he began to come inside of Kit you opened your eyes to find his fixed on yours, mouth dropped open with deep breaths heaving from his picturesque chest.
You felt the final deep thrust as the last of his come drained from his cock into his wife as her mouth smashed into you.
You were both breathless as you came down from your orgasms. The eye contact felt intimate. You loved the way it made you feel connected to Harry and to his wife.
Harry grinned and watched as he slowly slid his cock out of Kit, pinching his fingers into her hips, “Y/n, would you like to eat my come from my wife’s pussy? How does that sound to you, sweet girl?”
You nodded and Kit lifted her face from your pussy slowly. Her own chest was heaving as she was so close to her orgasm, “I love that idea. Want to taste Harry dripping out of me, Y/n?”
You pushed yourself up by your elbows, “Yeah, how should I…?”
Kit crawled over you and pushed you down. She brought her cunt to right over your face and let a bit of Harry’s come trickle out onto your chin and your lips, “We’ll do it like this. Now eat.”
With that, she settled her pussy down onto your mouth and you closed your eyes as you sucked and tried to use your tongue the best you could. You tasted the saltiness of his come and the sharpness of Kit’s arousal mixed as you swallowed and pulled at her folds with your lips. The idea that you were getting to drink Harry’s come made you shiver in delight. You never imagined that you’d be swallowing his come down your throat.
When you felt a big, hot mouth dot kisses along the inside of your thigh and felt the grip of a big hand lifting your leg you were spurred on to lick and suck at Kit harder. You were reminded that there were three people in the room.
You felt Harry’s shoulders push against the back of your thighs and felt a deep vibration of something he mumbled against your pussy before his wide flat tongue licked upward before gently rolling your clit in his mouth, his slick muscle pressing and swirling over it.
The sensation of Harry eating you out in comparison to how Kit did it was night and day. Kit was warm and soft, precise. Harry was like a caveman starved, masculine, and messy. You could already feel the way he was smearing your arousal all around your pussylips and the crease of your thigh.
Kit began to rub at her clit as she brushed her pussy over your lips. Her essence was getting all over your face and you really kind of liked the taste. It wasn’t that different from yours, the smell and taste of it.
“Oh my god, baby, those lips,” she moaned and pinched at her nipples as she began to come.
You could feel her shaking and the way her pussy hole fluttered over your mouth, her hips jerking as she rode into your lips and bumped into your nose.
Meanwhile, Harry was moaning into your pussy and lapping at you like ice cream melting. When you felt the addition of his fingers gently poking past your slippery muscle you let out a muffled groan into Kit’s pussy.
Harry lifted your hips up further and dug in deeper. With the new angle, it felt different and you were unable to gain any leverage with your legs at all. You were totally at his mercy with any movement below the waist.
Kit lifted off and sighed, “Such a good girl, Y/n. How was that?”
You gasped and tried your best to respond while your pussy was getting wrecked with Harry’s mouth and fingers, “I like… really liked it!”
Kit softly ran a finger up your neck and to your cheekbone, “Yeah? For a first time that was good. I think we’ll need more practice but that can be arranged. Can’t it, H?”
Harry grunted and smeared his mouth against your clit. You couldn’t hear it if he responded or not but then when Kit moved away you watched as she grasped Harry’s hair and pulled him off your pussy, “Right, Harry?”
He looked dazed as he darted his eyes from his wife to you, “What?”
“Is her pussy that good that you couldn’t hear me?” Kit laughed.
You saw Harry gulp as he stood up and it was the first time you noticed the big tiger tattoo on his left thigh and the laurels on his hips. He was a piece of art, “Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said we could arrange to do this again,” Kit sat back onto her haunches as she looked at her husband.
“Yeah. If Y/n wants.”
Kit looked at you and back to Harry, “So what do we think? Need a break? Are we ready to relax? We’ve all had our orgasms.”
Inwardly you pouted and wanted to throw a fit. You had come but you really really wanted to suck Harry off and have him fuck you. You wouldn’t mind eating Kit out again, but you felt you weren’t done with Harry. Needed a little more.
Harry laughed, “Ready to relax? Kitty, I’m just getting started. I kind of hoped I’d be able to have you choking on my cock or something,” his cocky grin beamed at his wife.
“Choke on your cock? Maybe I’ll let you choke on my dildo. You know I don’t do that. If Y/n wants to she’s welcome to it.”
You sat up and looked from Harry to his wife as they discussed what would come next. Harry looked you up and down like you were going to be an indulgent meal, “Want my dick in your mouth, sweet girl?” Harry gripped his shaft and slowly slid his hand up and down. He was only half-hard. He needed a minute to get back to full mast after his orgasm.
“Yes. I would really like that, Harry.” You looked from Harry to Kit to make sure everyone was on board.
“I think you mean Daddy. Right?” Harry’s stern voice had you sitting up straight.
“Yes, Daddy. I want it.”
Kit softly moaned, “She’s such a sweet girl, Harry. Enjoy your blowie. Mind if I get some water? I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
Harry kept his eyes on you, “Go on. We’ll be fine. Right, Y/n?”
You nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”
Kit paused and looked from you to her husband but then shook off the tiny alarm going off in her head before leaving you two alone.
“Get down here. On your knees. I’ll take it easy on you.”
You climbed off the bed and got to your knees. Harry pumped his dick right over your face and reached down with his free hand to grasp your neck to pull at you, making you sit up further, “Your pearls are so sweet. Did you dress up just for, Daddy?”
“I did. Wanted to be cute for you.” You smiled at him with wide eyes.
“Cutest thing I’ve ever seen, Y/n. Now, get it all wet. Lick all around. I want to get nice and hard for your throat. And maybe if Kitty doesn’t mind, she’ll let me fuck you. Would you like that?”
Your heart pounded as you looked up at Harry and nodded, “Yes, Daddy. Really want to feel you.”
You began to tongue along Harry's long shaft. From the base where he had trimmed dark hair to his tip. You plopped your lips around his crown and gently sucked, making him hiss before you dragged your tongue down to his base and back up again to wet every inch of his girth. You were amazed at the sounds coming from him. Soft and whimpery. You lowered your mouth to his sack and smoothed your tongue and lips along the skin before opening wide and pulling half into your mouth.
“Fucking angel. Shit, I love that.”
You noted his reaction to your mouth on his balls. To save for another day.
When you drew your tongue upward again, along his length you felt him plump. His cock grew harder and harder until he was rigid and completely ready for fucking again.
“Now suck on it,” he pressed the back of your head to urge you down over him.
You wrapped your lips around his head, saliva pooling at your tongue and dripping down his cock as you slowly began to take him in your mouth. Deeper and deeper. He was thick, though and you were concerned your mouth wasn’t big enough or that your teeth would graze his skin. But you pressed on, doing your very best.
He kept his hand at the back of your head and helped gently guide you down, “Come on. You can get a little more in there, baby. Fucking so good with that mouth.”
You felt his tip nudging at the roof of your mouth and slip in close to your tonsils and you gurgled, swallowing around his tip and making him choke out a loud moan.
You did it again, loving the way he responded and you felt him slip in deeper, yet you still hadn’t gotten him all in. He was likely a bit too long for you to take him all. You’d need practice.
The sound of you gagging wetly and Harry groaning filled the room as your eyes watered.
“Jesus Christ, Y/n!” Harry watched your lips as they parted around his cock, drooling down your chin.
You could hear Kit when she came back. She’d said something but you were so fixated on Harry’s cock and making him feel good that your brain was fuzzy and out of focus. The only thing that mattered was making Harry feel good and you couldn’t care about anything else.
The grip he had on the back of your head and the way his hips were moving felt like he was enjoying you as you wetly spluttered on his cock as it grazed the back of your throat.
When Harry pulled you off you sat back and looked up at him expectantly. Harry kept his eyes on you. He looked like he was proud of you as he spoke, “Kitty? Can I fuck this sweet thing? Want to feel to her around my cock.”
You watched Harry as Kit answered, “Okay. I think that sounds hot. Just use a condom, though. Is that okay with you, Y/n?”
You nodded, still focused on Harry, “Yes.”
Kit led you to the bed to lie on your back and kissed you softly, “I’ll play with you a little and probably kiss Harry too while he’s fucking you. Is that okay?”
You finally looked at Kit, breaking the spell you were under with Harry, “That’s fine. Yeah.” You nodded.
“And if we do this again maybe I can wear a strap-on and fuck you too.” Kit raised her brows.
You nodded and smiled. Harry was busy putting a condom on as he listened to his wife talking to you. He hated to admit it to himself, but he loved it when Kit stepped out of the room for a bit. He felt freer to express himself with her gone. Was less worried about sounding like he was preferring Y/n to her.
But he wondered if once he got his cock inside of you how he’d feel. Would he be able to overcome the way he wanted to just dominate you and claim you for himself? It was a slippery slope what was happening but he was freefalling into his dominant persona with you and it felt odd having his wife watch it all. He hoped he didn’t get too into it and lose track of what was really happening.
Harry crawled onto the bed between your legs and thumbed at your clit as he watched Kit kiss you. He wanted to kiss you. Wanted to start off nicely with a warm kiss and push into you that way. So he waited while his wife groped your tits and licked into your mouth.
You reached down to Harry’s hand, where his thumb was at your bud and you bucked your hips upward. He had the most gorgeous view of your wet pussy, just waiting and ready to stretch open for his cock.
When Kit finally pulled her mouth away Harry leaned over you, “I’m gonna kiss her for a bit, Kit. If you don’t mind,” and then he pasted his mouth against yours and lined his cock up with your entrance.
When you felt him push past your tight muscle you could have cried. He was wide and long and you were so wet and he began to thrust in and slowly, his mouth devouring yours. He went in with long strokes, sinking in until he couldn’t push in any further. His muscles working into you, thighs and bottom and back flexing and indulging.
Harry lifted his face from yours to look down at you, cupping your jaw, “You doing okay?”
Your mouth was wide open as you nodded, “So good, Daddy.”
Harry cooed at you as he began to fuck into you harder, making your tits wobble with the force.
Kit leaned over you and began to kiss you again but you could hardly kiss back with the way your pussy was being pounded into and the sound of Harry’s groans were all you could focus on. He liked your pussy, you could tell. And that had your heart singing and your body buzzing.
He loved how your pussy looked wrapped around his cock, tight and juicy as he pushed in and brought himself back to the tip before ramming into you again. He wanted Kit out of the way so he could see your face but he knew he couldn’t ask her to move. She was going to be part of this.
But when he dipped in especially deep, the puffy head of his cock nudging into your cervix and hitting your g-spot with each stroke you gasped and moaned loudly, making Kit move back.
“Daddy!” You howled as Harry panted and repeated what he’d just done. You squealed and threw your head back. It felt so good. He was pushing into your guts and breathing heavily over you.
Harry was glad he’d already come so he could last a bit longer with you. He wanted to drag it out. Really get to fuck you properly and feel you. It was lush being inside of you and hearing your pretty voice respond to him.
“Like Daddy’s cock, baby?” He spoke between gritted teeth as he pushed your thighs into your chest and leaned over you, nearly folding you in half so Kit couldn’t interrupt again. He was getting hot and dizzy for you. Wanted you all to himself.
“It’s the best! Oh fuck!! I love it. I want it… oooh! Need you so bad, Daddy!” You weren’t really sure what words came from your mouth as he pushed into you at the new angle, but all you knew was that your entire world was Harry. Harry… Harry… Harry… He was on you and in and he liked it. You were making him feel good.
“Need me, baby? Need this cock inside your little pussy?”
Harry’s balls were aching as he nudged into you, his sac pressed into your bum each time he bottomed out.
“Yes…” your voice was shaky and breathy as he railed you into the mattress.
Harry let go of your legs to lean over you and press his mouth against yours once again. Wet and hard, teeth scraping and moans of debauchery.
“Need you too, baby. Needed this fucking pussy. You gonna let Daddy own this pussy, baby?”
“Oh god, yes Daddy! This pussy is yours!” You whined.
Kit was at the edge of the bed watching the spectacle and she was quite turned on by the scene. She gently rubbed her pussy as she watched her husband railing you but the words spoken between you and Harry had her feeling a bit weird. She knew she should call a time out but she wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. You were in throws of passion, she tried to reason.
“Holy shit, Y/n!” Harry moaned as he felt you begin to squeeze around him. His pelvis rubbed into your clit and the little sparkles of your orgasm started to grow and grow with each yummy thrust into your clenching walls. His cock spread you wide and his pelvis smeared into your bud as if his body was made for you. The angle was exquisite. Harry thought so too.
“Coming on Daddy’s cock, Y/n? Fucking creaming all over me baby.” He let his strokes go long and deep and languid as he hovered over you, his arms and back flexing as he rolled into you.
You were stunned and unable to speak for moments on end. Your vision went blank and your ears fuzzed out with a ringing white noise that blocked all sound.
Harry moaned a laugh at how hard you were coming, “Feels good doesn’t it baby? Cock is made for you…” his deep thick voice gave away that he was about to come. Kit recognized it.
“Don’t come inside of her. Even with a condom,” Kit sat up and watched closely as you finally gasped and cried out. For some reason the idea of her husband coming, even if inside a condom, while balls deep in another woman didn’t feel right.
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. He wished he would have known before but of course, Kit hadn’t even been sure that was something she didn’t want.
He kept working into you, letting you ride out your orgasm as you moaned and babbled Daddy, yes Daddy over and over again.
When your eyes finally peeled open Harry had slowed his thrusts and he dipped down to kiss you. It was messy and wet. He was on edge, his orgasm so close his balls were vibrating.
He looked down at you and thumbed over your cheek, “Flip over for Daddy. Gonna fuck you from behind and come on your back okay?”
You moaned and nodded as Harry pulled out and watched you lay on your tummy, ass nudged up.
Harry looked at Kit, “Not gonna come inside her. Don’t worry.”
He smoothed his hands over your ass and squeezed, parting your cheeks as he lifted your hips slightly to angle you up for his cock.
Harry pressed back into you, both of you sighing in relief, “Thank you, Daddy…” you mumbled into the comforter.
“Rub your pussy for, Daddy. Want you to feel good, baby.”
You did as he said, reaching your hand down between your body and the mattress as you fingered over your clit and Harry’s loud grunts were timed with each of his strokes into you.
His hips were slapping into your bottom and the tightness of your cunt around him and the view of your pretty anus was like fine art. It was slushy and wet.
You pushed back against him and felt saliva stream out of your mouth onto the bed below.
“Want your come, Daddy,” you quickly slicked your fingers back and forth along your clit as Harry’s masculine moans grew deeper and louder as he neared his end. “Please, Daddy!”
Harry watched his cock disappear into you over and over again, “Want my come, baby? Deep inside your cunt? Want to be stuffed with it?”
You nodded into the mattress, “Yes…” you whined.
“Sounds so fucking good,” Harry cooed as he began to tremble. His arms grew wobbly as his balls tightened. His cock twitched and pulsed and he quickly pulled out, ripping his condom off before spurts of his come started to pump from his dick. He wrapped his fist around himself and milked his shaft, pouring all over your back as he used his free hand to keep your cheeks spread apart. In a daring move, he released the last bit of himself over your ass and pussy as he loudly choked out a moan.
With his chest heaving and your ass swaying back toward him in hopes of him pushing his come inside of you the voice of Kit pulled you from your dreamy haze.
“Get up.” She did not sound as happy as she had been not long before.
Harry removed himself from your body and you pushed yourself up and turned to look at them.
“That’s not what I meant when I said don’t come in her. Coming on her back was okay but then on her pussy like that? You should have asked me first.”
Harry looked at you with his come all over you and back to his wife, “Sorry, Kit. It was all just in the moment. I shouldn’t have come on her like that.”
“I just… I don’t know. We need to talk about this more I think. But not with her here.” She gestured to you.
You were sort of stuck with your ass in the air, unable to move much because of Harry’s come on your back.
“Okay. That’s fine. We’ll talk. Let me clean her up,” Harry pointed at you.
“She can clean herself up. We don’t need to baby her, Harry.”
“Come on, Kit. She deserves to be treated nicely. And it’s on her back. She needs help.”
Kit suddenly walked away and Harry leaned onto the bed to look at you, “Are you okay?” He put his hand on the back of your thigh.
“Yeah. I’m okay. I didn’t mean to make her mad.”
Harry looked over his shoulder and back at you, “She’s not mad, sweetheart. This is all new for us so she just needs a minute. I’ll be right back with a towel okay?”
You felt a burning embarrassment slither down your spine at the idea that Kit didn’t like something you’d done. It was exactly that thing you had wanted to avoid. You loved being with Harry and Kit but you knew you let yourself get lost with Harry and you went too far. You’d fucked everything up and now you were surely going to lose your job and Kit would hate you forever.
Harry got back onto the bed with you and gently wiped at your back, “Don’t worry about anything. You did nothing wrong, Y/n. Okay?”
You nodded and kept your eyes cast down over the comforter in shame. Nothing felt good anymore. You were humiliated. And even though Harry said you’d done nothing wrong it didn’t feel that way.
You put your clothes on silently as Harry slid on his pants and Kit returned, “I want her to go home.”
Harry stood quietly as he looked at Kit in her robe. You let your sight flit between Harry and his wife and noticed the way Harry looked like he was fuming. Pissed.
“Absolutely not. We invited her to stay. She didn’t do anything wrong, Kit. What is wrong with you?”
“I want to talk and I don’t think I can do it with her anywhere near me.”
“Why are you talking about her like she’s not standing right here?” He gestured at you.
Kit sighed and looked down, “I don’t feel comfortable, Harry.”
A scoff fell from his lips, “Well geez. Just imagine how she feels.”
Kit looked at Harry with a scrunched brow, “Are her feelings somehow more important than your own wife’s right now?”
Harry shook his head and ran his hands over his face, “I’m not saying that. I’m saying hers are just as important as yours. She’s a human, Kit. Fuck.”
Kit left the room again, stomping as she walked into the hallway.
Harry turned and stepped in front of you, taking your hands in his, “I’m sorry about this. I didn’t know she would act this way. I’ll get the guest room set for you but you can’t drive after all that wine we drank and I’m not letting you take an Uber home alone at this hour.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’ve never had any bad experiences with Uber drivers-“
“No fucking way I’m allowing it. You’re staying here and that’s final.”
Harry walked out of the bedroom and you plucked up your bra and panties that were lying on the floor and followed him to the guest room.
But you stopped before you went inside when you heard him and Kit arguing quietly.
“That was too intimate, Harry. Her asking for your come and you saying how good that sounded. Saying your cock is made for her? Fuck.”
“Kit, we were having sex. I can hardly remember what things were said to be honest. I was caught up in the moment.”
“I shouldn’t have let you fuck her.”
“Maybe not, but it’s done. Too late to take it back now. Jesus.”
“I don’t want her here. Now all I can think about is the way you two were just ignoring me and enjoying each other. I was completely left out there at the end.”
“I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry.”
Kit sighed, “Me too. I feel disgusted. You should sleep on the couch tonight.”
“Come on, Kit. Don’t be like this. You know we were all just having fun.”
Kit walked out of the bedroom and stopped when she saw you. The look she gave you told you to keep your mouth closed and move out of her way. It felt like a threat. A warning.
You stood silently in the hallway as Harry made up your bed and you felt tears stream down your face. Kit suddenly walked up to you and handed you your bag roughly before walking back to her bedroom and closing the door behind her.
Harry peeked out of the room and saw you standing with your bag in your arms and tears in your eyes.
His heart dropped as he pulled you into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling the back of your head as he shushed you, “Don’t let her get to you, baby. Please don’t cry. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
You gulped and the softness of Harry with his arms around you made you cry harder. You tried to stop your tears but everything had really just made you so overly emotional. You’d gone from ecstasy straight to shame and humiliation.
He rocked you gently back and forth and kissed the top of your head, “I didn’t even get to love on you after. I’m so sorry. I wanted to make it so special for you and it was ruined. Please don’t be upset. I’ll make sure Kit’s okay by the morning, okay sweetheart?” Harry held you out in. his arms and looked at you. He thumbed at the tears under your eye and you blinked up at him.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed your forehead.
Leading you to the bed he pulled the blankets down and patted at the mattress, “I’d help you change into your night clothes but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to do that right now. Are you gonna be okay in here? The bathroom is right there,” he pointed at the ensuite guest bathroom. “Towels are in the closet. I’m gonna go and talk to Kit and see if I can calm her down. Text me if you need anything. Okay?”
You nodded with a pout. You were doing your best to hold your stupid tears in as Harry hugged you again and then stopped at the doorway and turned to smile at you sheepishly before closing the door and leaving you cold and alone and shattered.
Part 3
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐊 𝐀𝐓
➯ HARRY’S GROWN IN SOME PLACES AND Y/N IS MORE THAN OBSESSED. ✰ sexual content. size kink. daddy kink. degradation. creampie. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 5k
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Harry was changing.
And he had been for a while. Slowly but surely—bit by bit—and all Y/N could do was sit back and watch.
Y/N thinks (and she knows she’s biased because, well, she loves him more than life itself, but still thinks) that Harry will always be the most beautiful man in any room. No matter his age, or the clothes he wears, or the facial expressions his features are presenting, he will be pretty personified to her.
And she never thought he could look better. Because he always looked like he’d been handcrafted, slaved away at for hours to achieve the sharp line of his jaw or the divine slope of his nose.
But now he was changing.
And Y/N was wrong.
Another thing she believes (or had believed) is that being with Harry removed any and all of her preferences when it comes to attraction. No matter the way he looked, Y/N loved it—would never change a thing—would never think that maybe that shirt would look better if his chest hair was thicker or that those trousers would be sexier if his thighs were bigger, or that that suit would be more impressive if he was taller. 
Because Harry was visually stunning, always. And even if in the past, Y/N might have been more attracted to a rugged beard, or a different hairstyle, or a specific type of dress sense, then all of that went out of the window when she met Harry.
But now, Y/N was being proven wrong.
She supposes it was a small change at first, so subtle that she didn’t even notice—because Harry had always been strong, even if it didn’t necessarily show and he’d never hesitated to throw Y/N about whichever way he pleased (which could tend to be an insecurity of hers at times).
When she did start to notice though… Nothing else could catch her attention. Whenever he walked into the room her eyes would drift, and whenever she was looking at him whilst he spoke, she’d be itching to lower her gaze and feel her pupils dilate.
Harry didn’t understand at first. He had picked up on her recent lack of concentration, and of course he had, he was attentive—but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what was distracting her so much.
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It’s when the weather starts to warm up enough to get his arms out that it clicks.
And that’s what he’s smiling about now, as he hauls patio furniture about and potters around—in a black tank and highlighter yellow short shorts—doing all the garden jobs that had been ignored during the winter and spring. Admittedly with much more flexing than is necessary—after his minx of a girlfriend reacts far too excitedly at the delivery of a new pod chair, and squeezes her thighs together in anticipation, before proceeding to lounge around in her shortest of sundresses with the horniest of gazes as she watches him work.
Harry’s trying to be subtle about his amusement, wanting to play with her for as long as he can now that he knows why she’s been drooling for him more than usual. But his tummy is fluttering with excitement as he schemes the best way to rile her up.
He thinks she’s probably already wet, if the clenching of her thighs is anything to go by as she sits in the pod chair she watched him assemble; her naked legs swinging gently. And he’s worked up quite the sweat, out in the sun for a while already—droplets starting to trickle down his back.
So he thinks it only natural to remove his shirt, biceps straining as he reaches behind him to tug the material over his head. 
Y/N’s breath hitches. No matter how many times she sees Harry’s body, it makes her go all silly without fail. And the same happens now as his glistening, tanned, ink-covered torso is revealed and her eyes start to fight over which part of him to gawk at first.
He’s big. Bigger than he’s ever been—and Y/N must send his PT some flowers or something because she’s sure she’s never been so turned on in her life and that deserves a thank you, doesn’t it? 
Harry’s chest rises and falls gently, pecs dusted in sweat-soaked hair that Y/N has never wanted to lick more. She knows she can stare; is well past the point in their relationship to care about being caught—wants to get caught even, to aid his teasing that does so much to her insides. A drop of sweat trickles in between his abs and Y/N always swore she didn’t care for the definition of those muscles, but on Harry… he looks like the posterboy for all pornstars. Everyone’s wet dream, everyone’s type, everyone’s secret fantasy.
Yet, it’s still his arms that stun her the most. She’s not sure why—if it’s solely because of some undiscovered size kink or how obviously he could overpower her—there might not be any deeper meaning other than looking sexy and strong. Maybe it’s because they’re so big that they bulge with every movement, muscles contracting and golden, tattooed skin stretching. Maybe it’s the fine hair that covers his forearms—that have also become considerably thick and meaty. Y/N has lost count of the amount of times she’s wished to sink her teeth into them. Especially when a particular vein or tendon makes itself prominent. Paired with the fact that she has always been undeniably turned on by his hands and Y/N doesn’t stand a chance.
It’s like the man she’s known, who was already completely and utterly everything she could ever want, has been multiplied by ten. And now Y/N is left to try and function as a normal human being with this Greek god of a man who has arms bigger than her head.
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“—I don’t think I love you anymore.”
Y/N flinches, eyes shooting up to Harry’s and away from his body.
“Oh, so now you listen to me,” he rolls his eyes, smirk obvious.
“That’s not funny, Harry.” Y/N frowns, heart going a million beats a second. “Why would you say that, you dick.” She hoists herself out of the chair and storms towards the patio doors. With no way she’d ever make it very far, as Harry drops the tools he was using to assemble a coffee table and hastily swoops in behind Y/N—wrapping her up in the things that got her into this position in the first place.
Her back meets his chest. His bare chest. And his face meets her neck, stubble tickling her skin. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it.” He’s smiling. Y/N feels his arms tighten around her waist. “You weren’t listening t’me, were you?”
She huffs and says, “No,” in a tone that Harry never appreciates.
“You know I don’t like it when you ignore me. I’m far too needy, aren’t I?”
Y/N hums something incomprehensible, ashamed by her pathetic reaction to such a basic body part.
“C’mon, come back. Y’givin’ me something pretty to look at whilst I work.” Harry pinches her waist and she can’t help but shriek a laugh, body betraying her when his fingers dig in.
“You weren’t even looking at me,” Y/N scoffs, reluctantly making her way back to her chair as Harry finishes up on the floor.
“How would you know?” His arms bulge as he screws the table together. “Weren’t exactly staring at m’face, were you, love?”
Y/N rolls her eyes, fluffing up her dress around her thighs.
“I’ve noticed something recently,” Harry starts, admiring his handiwork before getting to his feet and making his way over to Y/N. He picks up a previously ignored bottle of sun tan lotion on his way. “Or, you’ve noticed something, I suppose.”
He kneels before her, hands steadying the gentle swaying of the chair before he smooths them down her legs and props her foot up on his thigh. Y/N pretends to not have a clue. It makes her belly tingle with juvenile excitement.
“What do you mean?”
Harry pops the bottle open and generously squeezes the lotion into his palm. It’s cold as it meets Y/N’s calf, and she twitches a little. But Harry’s hands are warm; he already knows that thirty seconds of this will have her melting into him. 
“You think I don’t see the way you’ve been looking at me lately?” He massages the muscle in his palms and Y/N sighs blissfully.
“I always look at you the same, my love,” she exhales.
“Hm? And how’s that?”
“Like you’re the only man in the world.”
Harry pinches her thigh and Y/N yelps. “Don’t get all soppy on me now. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” and like the sadist that he is, Harry subtly flexes his arms—covertly enough that it looks like a completely involuntary twitch of the muscles. But Y/N’s eyes snap there regardless, and Harry smiles, vast palms moving up higher on her leg as he applies more lotion and starts on her thigh.
“I don’t know, Harry. Why would I look at you different? What’s different about you?” Her voice holds the tiniest of inflections that only Harry would notice means she’s being playful. And it riles him up some.
“Okay, baby. If that’s how you wanna play.” Harry switches legs. He’s much less slow and tender, digging his fingers into her calf and holding firmly when she tries to pull away. The strength he exhibits only has Y/N’s eyes even more trained to his body. When he gets to her thigh he pushes her dress up until her underwear peeks out and delivers a harsh, unexpected slap to the inside—purposely where it hurts a little. Y/N gasps and her hips push up. Harry pays her no mind, applying more lotion before rubbing it in—far too high under her dress where no sun is reaching—and Y/N can see where this is going. Which Harry is coming out.
It all happens so quickly; Harry’s hand pushing against her collarbones to angle her awkwardly against the deep back of the chair, slumping her body surely unattractively, before flipping her dress up higher and tugging her to the edge. His breath fans against her warmth, cruel eyes looking up at Y/N in her stunned state. He leans down and his arms curl under her thighs, hands resting atop and squeezing them tauntingly. God, she can feel his biceps tensing against her.
He’s right there. Lips ghosting across where she needs him. Close enough to barely peek his tongue out and have it meet. Right there. And then he’s gone. Shrugging her legs off his arms and standing up, making some comment about how they need to buy some more sun tan lotion as he goes to walk inside.
Y/N is scrambling off the chair. “Fuck you!” Her hand shoots out and grabs Harry’s wrist. Immediately he spins and flinches away from her, replacing her grip with his own and twisting her arm behind her back. Her chest pushes into him as he leans down.
“You think I haven’t noticed how much of a brat you’ve become?” His voice slicks down her thighs. Oh. “Never fucking listen to me anymore,” she tries to reach for his waist but he twists that arm behind her as well until he’s holding both of her wrists in one of his hands. He leans down further so it’s even harder for her to balance as she bends back. “Just drool over me like a needy slut, don’t you?” Y/N whimpers, the only thing she can do is look up at him. “You’ve been treating me like a piece of meat—staring until your pretty cunt is dripping, right? I can treat you like a piece of meat too, sweetheart.”
“Shut up,” she pouts, before whining, “want—you,” neck aching from the angle she’s bent at. Harry laughs, pulling her hair a little for being a brat, before ghosting his mouth across hers.
“I know. Made that pretty fucking obvious, you silly girl.” He plucks at her bottom lip with his thumb. “You don’t need my cock to be fucked dumb, do you, baby? That little head of yours is always empty.” He squeezes her cheeks together with his fingers. Harry smiles down at his girl’s wide doe eyes staring up at him, completely at his disposal. “Speak.”
“I’m empty,” Y/N nods, giving up her attitude, “need you.” And that’s not what Harry meant but it’s close enough.
“I don’t think you deserve it,” he whispers into her mouth—and then he’s standing behind her, wrists still firmly in his grasp as he shuffles them closer to the windows. The sun glares down, casting a clear reflection of the both of them. Of Harry wrapping his forearm around Y/N’s collarbones, forcing her back to arch. “You haven’t been honest with me,” the entirety of his body is pressed against the back of her. It has her mind scrambling. “You’re not good.”
It’s a low blow. One assured to have Y/N begging and pleading in no time; desperate to make him happy, and desperate to be pleasured.
“I’m…sorry,” she frowns, eyes fixated on the reflection of their bodies. “Wanna be good f’you.” Harry squeezes her wrists as a warning to keep them behind her back before letting go to wrap his other arm around her waist—excited himself by the way he engulfs her. He bends down, causing Y/N to go with him, and the weight in his shorts is growing heavier by the second as they just look at themselves.
Y/N stops herself from wiggling back; doesn’t want to misbehave for a second—not anymore. “Please. All I think about is you, Harry. A-all the time,” her breathing is laboured and her underwear is suffocating. 
And this is how he gets her. “What do you think about?” He turns his face into her shoulder, nudging her sleeve off with his nose before dotting distracting kisses along her skin.
Y/N hesitates. This is what the game was all about. Pretending there was no reason for her gawking. She’s stubborn. But so is Harry. The arm around her collarbones shifts until his large hand is cupping her throat. Y/N’s knees nearly buckle right then and there. Her head tips back a little against him but he squeezes the sides of her neck, right where the blood is fighting to flow, and forces her to look back at the reflection.
“Tell me.” His voice is so deep, so low; the vibrations spread through her like treacle. “Look at me,” he squeezes again, “and tell me.”
He doesn’t ease up around her throat so her words are tight. His arm moves down to her hips. “You’ve got…so…big,” she whimpers. “Everywhere.” Harry’s hips twitch, dying to rut against her ass. But instead, with teasing fingers he lifts the hem of her dress. Up and up until he can stuff it between his hand and her throat, obsessed with the way her bare stomach rises and falls at a rapid pace.
Y/N’s flimsy panties don’t stand a chance—the once pale pink now a much darker hue in the place she needs him most. But Harry wouldn’t be so kind. He makes her think he’s going to rub on her like she wants, middle finger trailing over her clit with a feather-light touch. Barely there but still enough to make her twitch. He does it again—a small circle—before dipping lower, pushing in her underwear and feeling it slick against her.
And then he rears his hand back, too quickly for Y/N to realise, and brings it back down to her clit in a harsh, tight slap. She buckles and writhes, held up solely by the hand around her throat as Harry trails his fingers along the inside of her thigh. His smirk tickles against her shoulder.
“Har—Harry!” she gasps, unable to stop her body from moving against him now, not whilst she’s thrumming.
“I’m big, yeah? Too big for you, surely. Look at the way I swallow you up.” Oh, and she is. With half-lidded eyes and shallow breaths.
“Yes, I love it, Harry. I love it,” her hips search for his hand and he pushes her against him, spanning across her mound.
“That’s not everything though, is it?” Another squeeze around her throat. “Be good.”
She tries—so hard—as Harry starts to suck and bite marks into her skin. “Arms, it’s your arms,” she breathes, head foggier and foggier by the second. He eases up a little when she starts to slump, tracing his thumb across her lips.
“What about them?” Fingers slip inside her underwear; a reward for using her words. Even as he starts rubbing small circles, he knows she’ll cum quickly.
“So hot, Harry. And big.”
He laughs, “Y’already said that. Just so hot and big, aren’t I?” The narcissist in him goes wild, cock twitching in his shorts. And he allows himself one rut against her, just to take the edge off. But Y/N wants more—of course she does—and she’s starting to make all sorts of pretty noises as he rubs her clit. So Harry keeps moving, sure that the feel of him against her is propelling her towards her orgasm whilst he’s barely teasing himself.
“You’ve got a slutty pussy, Y/N,” he tightens his hand around her throat once more, lips brushing her ear. “Drenched because your boyfriend can manhandle you, yeah? I could do anything to you ‘n’ you’d let me, wouldn’t you? Because you’re so desperate for it.”
“Uh-huh,” Y/N nods shakily. She’s trying to keep her eyes on their reflection, to see Harry’s muscles work as his fingers hide in her underwear, and the way his hips push into her ass. 
“Tell me.”
“Want you to—manhandle me…use me—need t’cum.” She’s building up, can feel as Harry smears her arousal around in a mess before rubbing harder on her clit. And faster.
“You g’na cum?” Faster.
“Yes! Yes, yes, please.” He lets her throw her head back, lets her reach the edge, whimpering and whining just as she starts to let go.
And then he’s gone. Harry rips his hand from her pussy and shoves his glistening fingers in her mouth before she can talk. Y/N cries around them, shaking her head in a desperate plea.
“Mmph—no!—Please,” she tries, but how could Harry ever understand what she wants?
He takes hold of her wrists again and bends her forward by her waist, kicking her legs open wider. She’s completely held up by him; if he were to let go, she would topple straight over, no doubt about it.
With a heavy hand, Harry pushes her dress up and over her ass and delivers a well-connecting smack to the rounded flesh. Y/N mewls, legs shaking in surprise. It’s harder to maintain her eye contact with the window at this angle, especially when all she wants is to lull her head like she’s weightless. Harry wastes no time in tugging her underwear halfway down her thighs. Finds it satisfying to keep her somewhat immobilised.
And Y/N couldn’t care less, as soon as she feels Harry pulling himself out and sinking into her—she’s sure she wouldn’t notice if their house was burning.
He barely lets her adjust, and no matter how wet she is Harry’s always a stretch. A deep inhale, body stilling kind of stretch. And once she’s full and his pelvis pushes against her bum and they both allow for a second of joint ecstasy at being as close as possible once again, Harry is quick to treat her the way she so desperately wants.
His other hand comes up to her hair, pulling it sharply so Y/N’s neck bends back. “Look. Watch as I fuck you.” Incomprehensible noises are forced from her throat, jaw hanging looser with each inch that Harry invades. She’s never been more grateful to have a secluded garden. 
The sight before her rivals one from a porn film—fitting for her sex god of a boyfriend; she could only hope to look pretty enough next to him. Her body bent forward, neck stretched and inviting, back arching with the force of her arms behind her back. Thighs open just enough to fit Harry’s cock into her weepy hole, flesh threatening to rip the underwear that controls their freedom. 
Occasionally the sun will reflect just right and Y/N will notice the glistening of her wetness spread across her mound. Though her eyes soon fall shut with the strength of Harry’s thrusts, unrelenting and point-proving.
“Fuck. Can feel you squeezin’ already.” His words shoot straight to her clit, tingling and buzzing. “So easy, aren’t you, pet?” Y/N nods fruitlessly. “I shouldn’t let you finish,” he threatens against her ear. “Should fill you up with my cum, have you serve your purpose and then thank me for it.”
She pulsates at the thought, at the warmth of feeling him drip down her thighs. Sometimes dripping around the sides of his prick if Harry’s particularly wound up and has a few rounds in him.
“Please,” Y/N cries, sweat beading at her hairline.
Harry groans into her jaw, hips meeting her ass bruisingly. “Yeah? Filthy girl, jus’ my hole, aren’t you?”
“Mhm! Please cum in me, please,” Y/N tries to turn her head, nose bumping into his cheek. She wants a kiss but her brain cannot possibly communicate that to her mouth as it hangs open.
The sounds of skin meeting skin ring in her ears and her throat threatens to cry perfectly timed noises with each thrust. And she’s not sure when it happened but her tits are out of her dress and Harry’s letting go of her hair to palm one roughly as he starts to breathe heavier and heavier.
Body leaden, Y/N’s head falls back to his shoulder and her eyes peel open slightly, watching Harry’s face contort beautifully from above her. She wants it so bad—knows that he’ll always make her finish regardless—needs to walk around in her summer dress and cum-soaked panties. “Please, Daddy. Cum in me.”
The name has Harry groaning, hips stuttering and stilling against her as he paints long, thick stripes inside Y/N. “Thank you!” She cries, his release stimulating her like nothing else. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Despite Harry being the one with orgasm heavy bones, Y/N crumbles, knees buckling as she takes them both to the floor. He braces her fall, arm strong around her waist. His cock stays twitching inside of her, still hard, and he angles her ass into the air as he stands on his knees astride her legs.
“You good, baby?” Harry smooths a hand up her back, pushing her dress out of the way.
Y/N’s arms stretch above her, content to be lying on the hard floor. “Yeah, really good. Thank you, Daddy.”
Harry smiles softly to himself, she’s under. “You wanna cum?”
“Am I allowed? I said some bad things to you.”
“That’s okay. I want you to squeeze on my cock ‘n’ let me fuck my cum into you. Can you do that for me?”
“Uh-huh,” she nods nastily, head turned to the side on the concrete. He’d take care of her later.
“Good girl, nice ‘n’ tight, f’me.”
The noise of their arousal mixing together, probed by Harry’s cock is one he’ll replay in desperate moments alone. Squelching and slicking as he starts up his rough pace once again. Y/N contracts around him in quick, spasming motions—hips attempting to push back from her awkward position. Her tummy is hot and her clit is painfully untouched; she’s sure she’d grind it on the floor if she could reach but Harry’s hands are firm on her hips, angling her just the way he likes as he pounds into her tight hole.
Harry wishes he had his phone to hand—would take enough pictures of the sight before him to last forever. His cum is starting to leak out the sides, dripping down to Y/N’s clit and slicking up his cock. The mess of it all has his eyes rolling back.
“God, y’just perfect. Wanna keep you like this forever. Make you sticky with my cum, then maybe take you out and watch you try to ignore the feeling of it dripping out of you.” Harry slaps her ass and moans as she spasms around him, hands pulling her cheeks apart to reveal her other hole. “Wanna mark you everywhere. Especially here.” He thumbs over the puckered skin. “Fill you up and push in every drop, then give you a pretty plug so it stays inside all day.” Y/N’s shaking, eyes clenched shut and pussy quivering. All Harry has to do is reach around and start rubbing tight circles into her clit and she’s gone.
“Harry! I’m cumming, I’m cumming—D-daddy, thank you.” Harry leans over her back, kissing the side of her face and not slowing down for a second.
“Gimme another,” he whispers, speeding up his thrusts and slapping her clit one, two, three times, vibrations elongating her orgasm and sending her straight into her second one. Harry pulls back, regretfully pulling out for a moment to flip Y/N over and tug her flush against him. He wraps her thighs around his waist and guides her arms around his neck, endeared by her fucked out expression. “Doing so good, honey.” She smiles, eyes closing and nuzzling her face into his neck. Harry thinks if he wasn’t already hard, that smile alone would’ve given him a love boner.
“Jus’ sit all pretty, Daddy’s got you.”
He holds her hips securely, palms encompassing miles of skin, and lifts her just enough to start fucking up into her cunt. Their cum will surely make a mess in their laps but he minds none—goes faster at the very thought, even. Thinks about scooping it up with his fingers and feeding it to Y/N, and then leaning in to get a taste of them together, moaning into her mouth and suckling at her lips like a starved man.
As if she can read his mind, Y/N starts nibbling at his skin, laving her tongue over the drops of sweat that trickle down his neck. Then she pulls back just enough to wilt against his mouth, lips barely responsive but Harry kisses her with all he’s got. And she’s close again, when her heavy hand trails down to start rubbing at her swollen, cum-drenched clit much daintier than Harry had.
“F-feels so good,” she whines against his mouth, happy to let Harry lick against her tongue, “love you.”
Harry whimpers, “G-god, I love you too. So much, you’re so good, I love you.” Y/N rubs harder, pussy tightening—and Harry fucks harder as they both rest their foreheads on eachother’s shoulders. With her other hand, Y/N holds his bicep, squeezing and scratching as much as she pleases. She barely covers the muscle and Harry can’t help but smile as his orgasm rushes closer.
It’s when she whispers, words garbled and strained, that Harry tips over the edge. “F-fuck me so good, s-so good. G’na make me pregnant—‘n’ full of you.” And it’s his warm spurts that have Y/N cumming as well, pulsating around Harry as she milks him dry. He cums a lot, and the more he does, the longer Y/N’s orgasm lasts—they melt against one another in a mess of moans and gentle rutting, sweaty skin sticking them together. 
Y/N peels her hand from Harry’s arm, seeing the crescent moons she’s left behind and looking up at him guiltily. He smiles, pushing her hair away from her face and leaning down to kiss her nose.
“Felt good,” he promises. “Now I know how much you like them, you can do whatever you want.”
Y/N whines, biting his shoulder playfully. “Shower now, please. We’re gross.”
Harry hums, staying tucked inside and holding her tight to him as he stands on nearly wobbly legs. “Just so you know, if we shower together, I will be naked. Will you be able to contain yourself at the sight of my big, sexy arms?”
She sinks her fingers into the hair on the back of his head and tugs. “Shut up. They’re not even that big.”
“Okay, my love. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
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cupid-styles · 10 days
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so hear me out… u decide which one of ur couples this pertains to if any but… they go super hard one night and is like rlly degrading and filty. and they film it all and then the next night he makes her watch herself getting railed and makes her touch herself to how much of a sl*t she was being before… is that too much 🫣
my eye is twitching. here's 1k of sugar daddy h being a mean dom!
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content warnings: exhibitionism, squirting, daddy kink, f masturbation, degradation, dirty talk, m receiving oral, slight bondage, very not ramadan friendly!
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"Are you ready to watch yourself, baby?"
Mia squirms on the wide expanse of Harry's bed, tugging helplessly at the restraints currently holding her wrists to the headboard. He smirks devilishly as he places his laptop on the TV stand directly in front of her, giving her no option but to stare at the dirty movie they'd made a few weeks back. 
It had been a night fueled by a combination of Harry being deep in his dom space and Mia being ready and willing to please. They'd discussed filming themselves many times before and it had always been something they were both interested in. It would never go anywhere, but the flare of exhibitionism it offered was enough to make Mia's core warm and Harry's length ache. 
When he presses 'play', Mia swallows tightly. Immediately, she's overwhelmed with the imagery of her laying in Harry's lap, tummy down, ass up. He's issuing a series of harsh smacks to her skin and making her count each one. Her voice sounds pathetic and worn, likely from the whimpered mewls that fell from her lips every time his palm made contact with her tender ass. She’s already naked — she had worn a pretty white lingerie set for him, but he was quick to snap the straps off her body, plucking the lacy bralette and matching panties from her form. 
“You look like a gorgeous angel, but I know you better than that, Mi,” he’d said as he pushed the fabric off her skin. 
"Slutty little ass," Harry mutters on the screen. In real life, he's crawled onto the bed next to her, his large hand taking real estate on her thigh. "Just needed daddy to punish you like the naughty brat you are, yeah? Needed a reminder of who owns these holes."
"Y-yes daddy," she utters delicately in the video. Her skin heats from hearing how pitiful she sounds. Harry chuckles from beside her.
"Isn't that cute?" Harry asks, nudging his chin in the direction of the small screen in front of them, "Hearing your sweet little voice all wrecked from moaning for me. All that from a couple of slaps on the bum."
She swallows nervously. When she doesn't reply, Harry squeezes her thigh. 
"Asked you a question, pet."
"Uh-huh," Mia replies softly, her pussy clenching as she watches Harry pull her into his lap. It's effortless, the way he yanks his own briefs down to reveal his erect length. With his hands gripping her hips roughly, she listens to the wet gasps fall from her pouty lips when he pushes into her, barely giving her any time to acclimate before he's thrusting upwards. 
"Such a tight little pussy. How do you manage that, hm? Daddy's always fucking this dirty hole and you always feel so good."
Mia whimpers involuntarily and Harry hums. He stretches his body above hers and her eyes flutter, inhaling his scent as he undoes the rope around her wrists. Gently, he lowers her arms down to her stomach, taking her hand into his. He cups it around her bare pussy and she gasps quietly from the featherlight sensation. 
"Play with yourself," he whispers. He curls her middle finger at her pearly clit, applying a bit of pressure before quickly removing it. "Want you to make yourself cum while you watch yourself get fucked, okay? Can you do that for me?"
Mia nods and nibbles on her bottom lip, listening as the version of herself on the screen moans. She's begging for him to fuck her deeper and harder, and she swallows harshly when Harry lays back against the mattress, giving her free rein to watch the video. She peeks over and sees his erection, large and throbbing in his pants. 
"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I'll take care of myself after I watch you cum."
She exhales shakily, keeping her fingertips hovering over her swollen clit. On the screen, Harry's now fucking into her from behind, her cheek smushed into the pillow and a soundtrack of throaty cries making her hole pulsate in real time. Slowly, she begins to circle her clit, watching as he forms her hair into a messy ponytail and pulls at it, yanking her body upwards. With his chest pressing into her back, he begins to mutter filth into her ear.
"Gonna squirt all over my cock, aren't you? I know you are. Can feel that pretty pussy squeezing me. Such a nasty little slut, hm? Just a pair of holes for daddy to use. Make it worth my time, baby. Get me all messy. You know I love it when you make a big mess."
In real life, her fingers begin to speed up. She moans from the delicious pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves, jaw dropping as she watches herself squirt all over Harry's cock, thighs, and bed. He chuckles on the screen, using his palm to rub her and spray the liquid to make even more of a mess.
"There's my fuckin' girl," he all but growls. She doesn't have a second to recuperate before he's pushing her onto his knees on the floor and pushing his cock into her mouth. "Lick up your mess. Slurp it all up."
She uses her other hand to push a finger into her hole, whimpering as she pushes up against her g-spot. 
"Gonna cum, sweetheart?" Harry asks from beside her. She nods jerkily, eyelashes fluttering as she begins to feel her muscles tense. He smirks. "Knew you'd like having a nasty little film of us. Go ahead, baby. Cum for us."
It doesn't take much for her to finish after that, not as she watches her past self throat Harry's hard cock. She mewls out his honorific and Harry talks her through it — “there you go baby, there it is— pretty little pussy coming all over your fingers. Oh, there it is, sweetheart. Play with your clit for me” — issuing out praises while he comes down her throat in the video. 
"Such a good girl for me." he murmurs, pressing a light, loving kiss to her cheek. "Feeling okay?"
Despite still being in the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, she nods. He smiles and leans forward to thumb at her bottom lip before gently pressing it inside. 
"Good. Think it's time we make another movie, then." 
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Kinda fluff?? But y/n crying over something not too serious and Harry softly smiling and comforting her with his hands stroking over her teary cheeks and he says ‘you look so pretty even when you’re crying, my pretty girl -you’re okay :)’ somethin along those lines???? Idk
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"I'm s-sorry I'm crying." Y/N whimpered out, her hands wiping at her cheeks as Harry sat in front of her. "It's just so cute and you're so nice to me even when I'm mean and I snapped at you b-before you left." A fresh round of tears boiled over, trailing over her cheeks.
"Shh. S'alright. My sweet girl. There's no need for tears." He hushed her, reaching over to wipe them away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He had gone out to the shops for them earlier this morning and Y/N had been very upset over the last of the strawberries having been used for his protein smoothie. She had been thinking about them all night and to go down and see the empty container on the counter was devastating. Especially to a pregnant Y/N. The hormones had taken over and she had felt a bit out of her mind.
Her tone had not been kind, more accusatory and convinced in her brain that it had been a personal attack. She was huffy and stompy and called him an ass before he left, and Harry being the understanding man he was simply frowned soft before kissing her forehead on his way out.
It hadn't taken long for her to realize she was overreacting- which meant tears the entire time he was gone, and sobs when he had arrived back with chocolate covered strawberries and a stuffed duck toy that Y/N had been moony eyed over in the shops a few days back, along with the other groceries.
Harry was so nice to her even when she was being mean. It hurt her heart that she had been nasty to him over something so trivial and then he arrived with peace offerings he didn't even need to make.
"But I was so mean!" She sniffled, eyes watery and slightly red as her bottom lip puffed out. "I didn't deserve the treats. Didn't deserve anything because I'm a fucking mean pregnant lady and m'so lucky to have you."
Harry cooed, tugging his grumpy woman into his lap. His hand cradled the back of her head and tucked her into his neck, letting her cry it out as he rubbed up and down her back, her hands balled into his shirt and the stuffed duck toy in between their bodies.
"You do deserve it. S'my baby in there causing all the fuss, hm?" His tone was gentle, soothing her hiccuped cries. She felt pathetic like this but somehow he knew how to make her calm down. "You were upset and it's okay to be upset. Don't like being snapped at but I know you don't mean it. You're tired and sore, and growing my baby in this body is no small feat. You're doing amazing." His lips kissed the side of her head as she stayed nestled in his chest.
"Always going to take care of you. You deserve nice things and to be held when you cry. Not gonna be mean to our baby when they get upset, hm?" he felt her shake her head, tears wetting his shirt. He didn't give a shit. "Exactly, my love. I'm always going to take care of you. Thank you for apologizing. I accept it- but I understand why you're so cranky." Harry had dreamt of getting Y/N pregnant for as long as he could remember. He could take a few snaps and sobs for this. She was the love of his life.
"Now, let's finish crying it out so we can eat those berries, hm? Look absolutely gorgeous when you cry but it breaks my heart."
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family line- rafe cameron
rafe cameron x kook!reader
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warnings: really shitty family, violence, talk of childhood trauma, physical violence. rafe isn't a psycho, cameron's family is a nice one. comforting boyfriend. relationship with grandparents. found family.
summary: he never thought what secrets she had been hiding
playlist: matilda by harry styles. you're on your own kid, this is me trying, mirrorball by taylor swift. goodbye by marina. block me out by gracie abrams. family line by conan gray. slipping through my fingers. and many many more.
a/n: read with concience.
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rafe never understood why she sometimes cried in his bathroom with the same song playing on repeat at a low volume after she thought he had fell asleep, why she didn't seem comfortable enough to cry and tell him what was going on even after a year of dating or why she always seemed shy with his family, always doing something to please them.
why she postponed so much to tell him when something bothered her, always so scared that he would flip out at her. why she never wanted for them to spend much time at her house.
until one rainy night that ward came home with her soaked from head to toe wrapped in a sweatshirt he had in his truck.
"wheezie call rafe please." was the only thing he said while entering the house with his son's girlfriend who couldn't stop her panicking and crying state.
"I'm so sorry mr cameron." she whispered.
"no need to say sorry sweetheart, I'm worried about you. that's all." he hadn't take his arm from around her body trying to keep the girl warm.
"what happened?" a freaked out rafe came into the living room. y/n didn't look up at him.
"I found her walking around near her house while coming home from the club. you should take get to the shower rafe, we can talk later." ward passed her to his son's arms and taking wheezie with him towards the kitchen.
"y/n/n baby, what happened?" her sight fixated on the floor and to the no response he asked something else, realising she needed a little space. "can I take you upstairs, to the shower?" she nodded yes, once in his bathroom he removed her clothes guiding her to the shower and following after her into the warm water.
"rafey." she looked up at him removing her head from his chest. the tears in her eyes making him want to cry at the sight.
"it's okay, you can tell me when you are ready." he kissed her head and hugged her, letting the water warm their bodies.
once they settled on his bed after putting on one of the pijamas she had gotten for them to wear at some point, it made her smile that rafe choosed those, and he had dried her hair knowing how much she hated to go to bed with her hair wet.
her head resting on his chest. his arms wrapped around her figure and a duvet over both their bodies.
"I want to tell you. I just don't know how to." she said.
"want to show me those songs you play when you cry in the bathroom baby?" he said in a lower tone.
"you know about that?"
"yeah, I think it could give me an insight if you aren't ready to describe it yet." he runed his hand through her hair.
"okay, pass me my phone please." once it was in her hand she put on the playlist.
matilda by harry styles, one to many times
family line by conan gray
slipping through my fingers the mamma mia version
you're on your own kid, mirrorball, this is me trying, nothing new by taylor swift
goodbye by marina
block me out by gracie abrams
and a few more, but she kept replaying matilda. he could understand why, it made sense. her last birthday had been celebrated at his house, hosted by his parents. her grandparents assisted and a few of her friends but neither of her parents were in sight.
"you can let it go baby. I got you." a few minutes later a soul wrecking sob came out of her. he hold her, keeping his arms tight around her. she climbed into his lap, hiding her face in his neck. "I love you honey. I love you." he whispered. giving her the comfort she had been searching since the day she knew she couldn't go to her grandparents anymore as they were too old now and she didn't want to worry them.
the people she actually considered her parents at heart and soul were growing old, it added to all the sadness she held inside of her. rafe never dimensioned the hurt she held inside, how his girl who was always smiling could be so hurted inside.
"I took all my one direction posters one sunday afternoon and i felt like a piece of my was torned apart from my body you know. i didn't know it would feel like that." rafe wondered what that had to do with what was happening. "until my mom put them in the garbage, she took them from my closet and she threw them out. I felt like another piece of me had died, I've always felt like I'm dead inside." he listened to what she was saying carefully. "maybe it's because of that, that I feel as if I bring the darkest sky wherever I go."
a few minutes passed before he spoke up.
"you bring the sun in the darkest days love. you've changed this house." he kissed her forehead and a knock in the door interrupted them.
"I'm sorry kids I just wanted to know how you were doing sweetheart." ward came into the room holding two cups of tea.
"hanging on." she gave him a small smile. "thank you mr cameron, for everything."
"I don't mean to intrude." he sat at the end of the bed. "but you don't have to thank or say sorry here, you've been family since the second you set a foot in this house." his words made her tears known in her eyes. "you don't have to be sorry for leaving your parents house, if you want to stay here. you don't have to be sorry." rafe mouthed a thank you to his dad before he left the room.
"you are in time, to leave, to travel the world, to buy some more one direction posters if you want also." it made her laugh. "we can start a family, a family who will never leave you alone."
"thank you rafey." she took a deep breath in. "I want to confide in you. but they are some of my deepest secrets."
"I'm not scared of you deepest parts."
"my dad has never talked much to me you know, all his attention has been on my brother since the day he was born. so my relationship with him has always been strictly superficial, to the outside world. and mom has always said the most horrible things to me." she sat in front of rafe in bed looking at his hands. "I'm really good at lying you know, you are the first person I've never lied to but it's in my family line, we can't run away from that."
rafe listened carefully.
"I've always seen them so happy with jake, I don't know what I've ever done even as a kid. I don't know what I did for them to treat me this way. I was four the first time mom slapped me across the face." y/n took a deep breath in. "she never said sorry, she did it over and over again. somehow I know someone who loves you wouldn't do that."
"y/n/n..." rafe didn't know what to do. how didn't he realized the saddens she held?
"let me finish please. I've always tried to survive, I did the best I can. my grandparents home has always been my refugee, but they are old now and the can't be my hidding place anymore." she tried to hold her tears in her eyes. "and I've never been good at telling what happened at home. so I've been hiding in your bathroom."
"I wished you had come to me sooner."
"I know."
"do you want to stay here? you heard dad baby."
"I wouldn't want to intrude." his hand took hers in his.
"you would never intrude here. we love you" he placed a kiss to her hand. "we love you, you don't need to earn the love here. I love you."
"thank you rafey, I love you too."
even if rafe thought he was prepared to know everything, he wasn't prepared to all the confessions she would trust him with the next few days.
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gravity!h and y/n’s first timeeeee would be so hot but also so fluffy i would love to read it !
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(Y/N) felt breathless with Harry's lips smeared against her own. Her hands were on his chest as he worked to unbutton the sweater draped over her form. His hips were fit between her thighs, heavy against her core as she could only whine against his mouth. It was with reluctance that she dropped her hands from his chest so he could pull her sweater from her body, leaving her in the soft white bra that cradled her chest.
Harry kissed down her chest, drawing his messy kisses down the curve of her throat as she placed her hands in his hair. Her chest heaved under his mouth, thighs tightening around his hips as she felt the swipe of his tongue drawing over the swell of her breast. Her back arched as Harry slipped his hand under her spine, drawing her closer to his mouth as he nudged the cup of her bra out of the way. An absent smile spread across her lips as she pressed her head back into the pillow cushioning her head. 
Thank god Naomi had a late class today. 
Physics had been particularly distracting today as she sat at Harry's side, his hair having grown out longer than she'd ever seen on him causing her to think a little too long about running her fingers through the strands and messing the curls that topped his head. He hadn't helped her concentrate any, giving her sly looks whenever he caught her stilled fingers on her keyboard, much too preoccupied to be copying down the notes he was so generously offering to her. More than once he drifted his hand to lay across her thigh, giving the doughy skin a squeeze to grab her attention. By the time lecture had been dismissed, she was practically dragging him out of Mr. Stanfill's hall and towards his car so they could get back to her empty apartment as soon as possible. 
That was how she found herself topless, back pressed into her mattress with Harry's own shirtless torso hovering above her as he worked his way down her chest. 
"Harry," she whined, the call coming out breathless. 
"What do y'need, sweetheart?" he murmured into her skin, his hand under her back flexing against her spine. 
"I-I want—" she stuttered, cutting herself off with a huffed whine as she felt the scrape of his teeth against her breast.
His smug smile could be felt against her skin, the tip of his nose skimming the valley between her breasts. "Want what? Tell me, sweetheart." 
He wasn't making his ask of her easy with the way he ground his hips against hers, his hand gliding over her side with teasing fingers drawing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. It took all the willpower she could muster to loosen the grip of one of her hands in his hair to draw down the broad of his shoulder, nails dragging behind over his skin. She traced the strong lines of his muscles, corded and flexing as he held her tenderly despite the depth of his strength. 
Down she went until she hit his tattooed wrist, tugging the hand that traced over the dip of her waist down to the apex of her thighs. The tight leggings she had clad over her form for the day did nothing to hide the desire she felt for him, her wetness already soaking through her underwear until her bottoms could mold to the shape of her pussy. She pressed his palm against her center, the heel smearing over the bump of her clit while the length of his fingers followed the line of her slit clearly outlined due to the slick fabric of her leggings. 
"I-I want you here," she breathed, feeling as he all but slumped into her, his forehead pressing into her sternum. The frames of his glasses grazed against the heated skin of her chest, a brush with clarity that only served to make the moment so much more vivid. 
"You're so wet, flower," he practically moaned into her skin, a slew of messy kisses being pressed between her breasts as if he couldn't get to her quick enough. His hand flexed over her center, fingers dipping gently into the split between her thighs. "I can feel y'through your pants. How long have y'been like this for me, love?:" 
"Since class," she rushed out, bucking her hips into his hand, "Oh my god, Harry." 
He took that as his cue to abandon the attention he was giving to her breasts and drawing his mouth back up to match hers. Her top lip was quickly tucked between his two, allowing him to suck on the pillow and taste the raspberry gloss she had painted over her pout—the same formula he had told her was his favorite on her. 
"I've got you, sweetheart," he crooned into her mouth, tipping his head away just enough to speak before he was wetly sealing his lips over hers once more, "I'll take care of you, don't worry." 
(Y/N) couldn't even be upset with the smug tone he carried as he listened to just how worked up for him she was. He had every right to be satisfied with himself; he'd barely touched her up to this point, and she had been wet for him since she'd noticed the styled ringlets of his hair while in the middle of a lecture hall. He had every right to be satisfied with the power he held over her in that moment. 
Just as she felt the heat of his touch travel upwards, cupping her hip as he plucked his fingers between her skin and the waistline of her bottoms, (Y/N) heard the telltale catch of her front door being opened. 
A pinch formed between her brows as she fought to stay in the moment. Surely, that was just the neighbors across the hall getting into their own apartment, the sound sometimes traveling into her own home. Ny wasn't supposed to be home for another hour and a half—at least. 
(Y/N)'s hopes came crashing down as soon as she heard a familiar voice pattering through her living room. "(Y/N)! Guess what the caf was serving today!" 
Harry's hands stilled as soon as he realized they were no longer alone. He gave her a lingering squeeze on her hip before he began to draw his touch to safer territories, starting with the curve of her waist. Glancing down, (Y/N) found him looking at her with his cheeks flushed, bottom lip between his teeth, with his eyes trained on her through the frames of his glasses.
"She's not supposed to be home already," she whispered to him, sitting up with Harry maneuvering around her to sit on the edge of her mattress. "I'm sorry." 
"'S okay, 's okay," he waved off, sincerity in his tone as he reached for her sweater to be draped back over her shoulders. 
As sweet as he was being, buttoning up her sweater and minimizing the contact he was making with her bare skin, one glance down to the bulge in his pants told her just how not okay this interruption was for the both of them. 
"I can tell her to leave," (Y/N) offered, already trying to collect a story to give to her best friend, "We need groceries anyway, so I can tell her tha—"
"No," Harry told her, drawing out the syllable with a dimpled smile on his lips, "She wants to talk to you, flower, there's no reason to make her leave jus' so I can kiss you. 'S alright, really. Next time, okay?" 
"Are you sure?" she asked, worried eyes dropping to his flushed neck.
"Positive," he told her, leaning forward to press a warming kiss to the apple of her cheek. He pulled away with a seemingly refreshed look on his face despite the messy state of his hair and the blown out pupils overtaking his irises. "Now, we need to stop ignoring her, and go out there. Plus, 'm pretty sure the cafeteria was serving enchiladas today and she probably brought some home for you." 
"Oh my god, you think so?" 
With the promise of a next time, (Y/N) didn't feel so bad about getting distracted by the idea of free food. Especially not when she felt Harry's gaze glued to her butt as he happily followed after her. 
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Next time didn't come until a few days later, almost a full thirty-six hours since Ny's interruption (not that (Y/N) was keeping track or anything). It wasn't until the night after, when Harry had gone home and couldn't entertain her even over the phone as he was working, that she realized just how frustrated she was to have been cut off. 
That time in her bed had felt different, she had realized when she was trying to unsuccessfully fall asleep that night. Harry loved giving, giving, giving to her, always offering to go down on her or slip his hand between her thighs and take care of her. He told her there was nothing more pleasurable to him than to see her feeling good all because of what he was doing for her. But this time, the way he ground into her, pushed his hips against hers in lingering strokes, she swore he wanted more. He was going to fuck her, she was almost sure, for the first time. And they had been interrupted. 
So, maybe it wasn't the best time or place, but (Y/N) couldn't help herself when the next time presented itself in the form of the hour they spent in the back of her car after their Friday afternoon physics class. She always stayed back with Harry while he wanted for his next class before going home, leaving them to do whatever they pleased while waiting for him to run off to his molecular biology lecture. What she pleased to do today was sit herself right on his lap, tangle her fingers in his growing hair, and kiss him to her heart's content. 
At first, Harry had stuttered underneath her when she plopped herself on his thighs, hands hovering over her waist as he looked up at her with big eyes. That apprehension had only lasted a moment until she had her mouth sealed to his and Harry was happily getting a taste of her tongue over his. 
If their first time happened to be in the backseat of her car like a couple of teenagers, then so be it, (Y/N) decided. At least she had a pretty dark tint on her windows and she'd gotten a shitty parking space at the edge of the lot. 
With the strength of his steadying hands hooked around her waist, he made easy work of helping her grind down into his lap. Rolling his hips upwards, she felt every press of the ridge between his legs right against her clit, drawing breathless moans of his name from her lips. 
"Y'sure y'want to do this here?" he murmured against her mouth, grip tight on her waist to keep her from moving without his prompting. The green of his eyes was reduced to a sliver as he gazed at her, intensity burning through her as she tried to process what he was asking. 
"Mhm," she hummed, chest pressed against his with every heaving breath fanning across his skin. "I-I want you to fuck me, H. Please, I've been wanting you for days." 
His eyes fell closed, lids pinching tightly together as he touched his forehead to hers. It was as if he couldn't help himself, the way he rutted his hips up into her center. "Can't wait for me? We don't have a lot of time, sweetheart." 
"No," she all but whined, shaking her head with the tip of her nose skimming his, "We'll be fast, I promise. Please, please, H." 
She knew he was giving in as soon as he tipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was slightly off center catching more of the corner of her mouth than she was sure he intended, but she didn't care knowing that she was going to have what she'd had on her mind for days at this point. 
"C'mere then," he told her, voice a grumble that sounded closer to his cam-voice than her soft Harry's. "Lay down for me, flower." 
With a little bit of his help, he had her pinned underneath him in the cramped back seat of her car, legs bent at his hips with his fists on either side of her head to hold him up. (Y/N)'s arms were looped around his neck as he kissed over her own, fingers twirling the baby curls she was becoming so fond of. There was no way she was letting him near a pair of scissors anytime soon. 
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she drew him down against her hips, driving the bulge between his legs against her core. She had half the mind to be embarrassed as a moan flittered out of her throat, but Harry was the great distractor as he sealed his mouth over hers and took in every moan into his own mouth. (Besides, was this really any worse than when he fingered her in the library?). 
(Y/N) felt a sense of deja-vu as he worked his way down her neck, nose skimming her skin until he started working her out of her long-sleeve, slouchy blue top. He nudged the loose neckline over her skin, giving him more access to the smooth skin of her décolletage with every nipping scrape of his teeth and soothing pass of his tongue. 
That deja-vu got kicked into overtime the second she heard the first note of his phone alarm blaring from his bag. His alarm he had in place to alert him when he had only ten minutes to get to class if he didn't want to be late. 
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Harry sighed, forehead dropping to her sternum as he let out an exhausted breath. 
"I thought we had more time," (Y/N) whined, her eyes falling closed due to less than pleasant circumstances for the first time since sliding in the backseat. 
"Hold on, sweetheart, stay right there," he told her as he lifted himself from her body in search of his phone from his bag, "Jus' let me turn it off and we can keep going." 
"But we only have ten minutes," (Y/N) started, sitting up despite his request for her to stay where she was. 
"No, no," he shook his head, curls flopping over his forehead and the frames of his glasses, "'M skipping today. I don't need to go, I'll get notes from someone else. We can go back to m'place, anyway, then I can take m'time with y—" 
"Don't you have that quiz today?" (Y/N) cut him off, watching as he fumbled with his phone as he shakily pressed the stop button for his alarm. One look at the lap of his pants gave a perfect explanation to his jumpy behavior. She hadn't been the only one worked up. 
"Fuck," he sighed, head falling back as he knelt over her at the reminder of his day's agenda. It wasn't until he ran his hand through his hair, neck craning, that she saw the tight pinch of his closed eyes through the lenses of his glasses. "Fuck. And, I have a paper to turn in." 
"Its okay, Harry," she told him, slipping out from under him as he moved to sit properly on the leather seat beside her, "Next time, right?"  
"I don't want to wait," he whined, sounding just as desperate as she felt in that moment. 
"Me neither," she laughed, reaching over to fix the curls flopped over his forehead, "But, maybe it's best that we didn't finish today. I mean, now that I can think a little bit clearer, having sex in the back of my car doesn't sound as fun as I thought." 
"Maybe not very practical, but I would have liked it," Harry sighed, sounding much too serious for someone with lipgloss smeared all over their face. Some of the glitters even made their way to the tip of his nose. "Next time, nothing's going to interrupt us, alright?" he told her, sincerity coating his voice as intensity fueled his gaze, "I promise." 
"Next time," she agreed, swiping her thumb over his nose to collect her smeared gloss, "Now go to class before you're late." 
A tender smile spread its way across his lips at her words. "Y'sound like me." 
She only pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss, a quiet goodbye before she sent him off with a promise to text him when she made it home. Despite her reassurances that it was alright for him to go to class, that she wasn't frustrated and could wait until another next time, he was reluctant to start off for class until he earned another kiss. 
"'M sorry" he murmured to her, ducking his head through her open window as she had settled herself in the driver's seat. 
"Don't be," she said, drawing away to brush her hands through his hair one more time, "We'll have another next time. In a much more appropriate place, too." 
A deep sigh had his breath fanning across her skin, the tight line of his lips showing he was still disappointed even with her promises that everything was okay. "I love you," he settled on, the green of his eyes returning the more time that passed. 
"I love you, too, Harry," she told him with a sweet smile, "Now go or you're going to be late." 
The laugh he let out was the last thing she heard before she rolled her window up, left to watch on as he started off for his next class. 
(Y/N) really did believe she was fine, that she could wait until another next time presented itself, but that sentiment was thrown out the window when she saw him subtly adjust himself in his pants. 
She was going to have to go home and reopen one of his old streams, wasn't she? 
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Finally. Fucking, finally.
That was all that was running through (Y/N)'s head as she laid, splayed out on her back with Harry's forgotten sweater cushioning her head on his couch. His apartment was quiet aside from the disregarded movie playing on screen and the sounds of her heavy breathing as she tried to catch her breath from the messy makeout session that led to her getting her pants pulled down from where he sat between her legs. 
"Come back," she whined to him, making grabby hands for him. She wanted to feel the weight of him on her chest, the warmth of his skin and heat of his kiss searing over her lips. Now that she had nothing on but a rucked up shirt and a flimsy pair of panties, Harry with his pants undone and the waistline of his boxers open to her eyes, she felt like she could slow down for a moment. Savor him now that they'd made it farther than they had the previous handful of next times. None of those last times had she successfully gotten this naked without someone barging in or a blaring phone going off. 
"Daddy's here, sweetheart," Harry murmured to her, his smile smug before it melted away in favor of her kiss. 
That was all it took to have her hooking her legs around his hips and her arms looped around his neck. Harry's grip on her waist turned hard, fingertips surely to leave bruises she would be happy to find the following day as he ground his hips down into hers, soft center giving way to his hardened bulge. 
"I lov—" her declaration was cut off at the sound of a phone buzzing against the coffee table, Harry's screen lighting up. 
The owner of the device didn't bother to even glance in its direction, Harry's nose nudging against hers to get her attention back on him from where it drifted in the direction of the phone. It was easy for her to fall back into line, meld her lips to his with a sighed whine printing over her kiss as he rolled his hips against her. 
With Harry's lips dipping down to her neck before he jumped to the exposed skin of her tummy, she lost herself in the fantasy, ready to get something from him after the weeks of interrupted time. It seemed like the only time she could catch relief with him was through his camsite, it wasn't fair. But that wasn't something she wanted to worry about now that he was skimming his nose over the soft curve of her tummy, teeth grazing the waistline of her panties. 
Just as he gripped her thighs, aiming to throw them over his shoulders, his phone went off again, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing against the table. This time Harry was thrown for just a second, his hands stuttering in their grip before the vibrations ceased and the room fell into another loaded silence. Barely a moment passed, a single kiss being placed at the center of her panties before another call was coming through. 
"Fucking hell," Harry cursed, his jaw ticking as he sat up between her legs, thighs falling from his shoulders as he reached for his phone, "Why can't anyone take hints anymore, 'm obviously fucking busy righ—" 
Harry's frustration dipped the second he saw the contact on his screen, rolling his lips between his teeth as he looked over the device to (Y/N).
"What is it?" she asked, running her hands down the muscled lengths of his arms. 
"'S—uh—I was supposed to call my mum tonight about m'sister's birthday," he explained sheepishly, his guard dog-esque disposition melting away. 
(Y/N) sighed, less out of frustration than disappointment. This was just the way of their sex life at the moment, there was no reason to be surprised. They both knew there was no way he could keep ignoring her calls.
"It's okay, Harry," she told him, soothing a hand down his arm before looping her fingers around his wrist, "Next time, right?" 
"Right," he sighed, running a heavy hand through his hair. Her reassurance did nothing to quell the apologetic smile on his lips as he leant down and pressed a soft kiss to the apple of her cheek. "Next time." 
(Y/N) watched as he redialed her number before the device was pressed to his ear, disappearing into his bedroom to most likely find them clothing to change into now that there was no reason to lay around half-dressed. Looking at the textbooks spilling out of his book bag by the door, (Y/N) wondered, half dressed with a wet spot dampening her panties, if she could use his calculus book to somehow figure out what exactly next time meant. 
If the answer even existed, anyway. 
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The deep gasp (Y/N) took in, just short of a moan was what woke her up to the dark of Harry's bedroom. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, filling her ears with the sound of her blood pumping through her system. She felt hot, tight in her stomach, with an ache between her thighs. Harry was quietly, sweetly, tucked into her side, puffs of air fanning across her neck from where he had his face buried in the curve with his arm thrown across her middle. 
The details of her dream slipped away the more she woke up, eyes blinking owlishly in the dark of his bedroom as she tried to catch her breath. If she concentrated hard enough, searched the recesses of her mind, she could just barely remember the vision of Harry hovering above her, panting and thrusting his hips between her legs. The scene blurred the longer she tried to cling to it, but the feeling remained, so vivid she could cry just now, realizing it was nothing but a dream. 
After a couple of weeks of so many promises of next times, her dream had convinced her she had finally succeeded in finding the perfect next time. In reality, she was wrapped up in Harry's sheets, a sweater of his adorning her torso that felt entirely too thick with the way she couldn't settle her racing heart, and wetness sticking between her thighs. Worst of all, the star of her dreams was innocently asleep next to her, looking way too cute catching up on his sleep to skip out on the guilt that would come from shaking him awake in the middle of the night. 
She couldn't blame him, as she tried to sink back into the mattress and untense her muscles, he'd had a busy day. After all of his classes, he'd performed double duty, shooting a premium scene to be posted the following week just before he worked himself up enough to put on a live stream. No wonder he'd practically passed out after they finished dinner, tugging her along to bed with him without much more than a kiss before he conked out. He deserved his rest, she told herself, forcing herself to concentrate on brushing her fingers through his hair instead of the solid mass of his chest pressed to her side and the strength of his arm over her middle. 
Forcing her eyes to close, (Y/N) did her best to start leveling out her breathing in hopes of wiping the memory of her dream from her head, her heartbeat hopefully following suit and calming down from the way it rattled against her ribcage. As concerted as her efforts were, she couldn't quite stop herself from squirming against the contact the softened sheets made against her bare thighs, the wet cling of her panties against her core, or even the heat bubbling under her skin that had her considering shrugging out of Harry's sweater and sleeping in only her undergarments for the remainder of the night. 
As such, she couldn't have been that surprised when Harry stirred beside her, a pinch appearing in his brow with a huffed breath as he returned to the land of the living. 
"(Y/N)?" he grumbled, all but slurring through the rumble of his sleepy voice, "Why are y'awake?"
Guilt poked a hole in her chest as he raised his head from where he had burrowed against the curve of her throat. Her hand rested in his hair, twirling the messy, overgrown curls around the tips of her fingers as a quiet apology. "I just had a dream, H, I'm sorry," she cooed to him, dropping her hand from his hair to his shoulder where she gave him a gentle tug to lay back down, "Go back to sleep, it's okay." 
Despite her request, Harry only blinked his eyes wider, trying to wipe the sleep from his system as his brows raised. "A bad dream?" he breathed, reaching over her blindly for his glasses on the bedside table, "From the movie?" 
A tender smile touched at (Y/N)'s lips at his question. He'd been able to convince her to let him watch a scary movie earlier that night that had been recommended by his friends Mitch and Sarah. (He had told her that they'd seen it the week prior and that it 'wasn't that bad', but she later found out that they had a very high threshold on what constituted scary. The movie was awful but Harry did his best to protect her, so she didn't mind too much). 
"No, it's not that," she settled, watching fondly as he slipped his glasses over the bridge of his nose before losing the squint he had been looking at her through, "Don't worry about it, though, okay? I'm sorry I woke you up." 
Taking in a deep breath he quit hovering over her as he settled in beside her, propped up on his elbow with his palm cupping his cheek. "Are y'sure, flower? Y'look a little rattled," he pressed, a concerned knit to his brows, "Y'can tell me if it was the movie, you know. 'M sorry I made y'watch it." 
"No, no, Harry, really. It wasn't the movie," she told him, debating if now really was the time to disclose her sex dream about him. Best case scenario, he makes it a reality. Worst case, the roommate he'd never had until that moment would barge in asking for help with the panini press he didn't have, only for Harry to promise for another next time. With their luck, anything she would try to initiate would undoubtedly be pushed to a next time. 
"What was it, then?" The arm he had thrown over her middle shifted, his palm laying on the soft of her tummy as a comforting weight. 
(Y/N) floundered over her response, mouth dropping open though no words came out. He most likely didn't mean to, but with the slightly looser knit of her borrowed jumper, she was allowed a peek at the warmth of his hands poking through. Gentle brushes against her bare skin had goosebumps rolling in his wake, teasing enough to take her back to that muddled headspace she had woken up with. 
"Are you okay, flower?" 
Harry's voice was a godsend and a curse at the same time in that moment. The deep rumble of the sound, the dredges of sleep deepening it enough she could hear traces of his cam-voice, was like pouring warm honey over her skin. But, that warm honey was almost too warm. It was too warm for the calm she was trying to inject into her system, too warm to keep the fragile hold she had on herself that kept her from crawling all over him and spreading her legs for him.
"Um, yeah, I'm okay. Sorry," she chirped, one of her hands dropping to lay atop his to stop the short circles he was unknowingly teasing her with on her tummy. "I can't really remember my dream, I just ended up waking up all funny." 
He clearly didn't believe her with the way his analyzing gaze traced over her features. "Flower?" 
"Harry?" she emulated, hoping her teasing would distract him. 
Canting his head to the side, he gave her as stern of a look as he could muster with his lips fighting the uptick that tried to make itself known. "Tell me the truth, love. Gonna make me feel bad if y'had a bad dream because of me and wouldn't let me fix it." 
He knew just the game he was playing, plucking at the exact strings he knew would have her unraveling for him. And, it worked. Because, of course Harry could get anything he wanted when he looked at her all cute with his glasses and big, sleepy eyes.
"It was a good dream," she said, half shrugging her shoulder from where she laid under him.
"Tell me about it, love." Harry disregarded the steadying weight of her hand atop his, beginning a circuit on her tummy she was sure he didn't know was as alluring as it was. 
"You were in it," she divulged, absently dropping her gaze from his down to the curvature of his lips. Her tummy clenched at the sight of the tip of his tongue swiping out and wetting the seam. She watched as his mouth shifted into the curl of a smile. 
"Yeah? What was I doing?" 
"You—um—we were in your bedroom. I can't really remember it that well," she stalled, trying to find the words all the while his gaze was unrelenting on her face. "I just know it was good. You were—I think... You know that next time we've been talking about?" 
Something flashed in Harry's gaze at the mention of the phrase that had been plaguing the both of them for two consecutive weeks. "Yeah." 
"It was that. But we weren't interrupted this time." 
(Y/N) felt exposed with the way Harry only offered a hum in acknowledgment, his gaze dropping from her own to trace down the features of her face. He lingered on her lips until he trekked down to the curve of her neck as if he could see the way her heart was pounding under his attention. She wasn't surprised to feel his gaze fall down to the bare of her décolletage before watching the way his hand touched over her tummy through the drape of her borrowed sweater. She knew he liked the way she looked in his clothes; something possessive awakened in him when he saw the soft of his sweaters over her body or even one of his hair clips being pushed through her hair. 
"That's what got you all squirmy, love?" he finally muttered, not bothering to look up from where his fingers were just barely pushing into the open knit of her top. "I thought I could even hear your heart while I was sleeping. A dream got y'that worked up?" 
It was like a switch flipped with the way he was talking to her now. There was that lilt, tone lingering on the words as he spoke, the kind of inflection in his voice that only appeared when he was on camera or between the sheets with her. 
"Uh-huh," she breathed, feeling herself nod. Her mouth dropped into a small gape, parted just enough to let a puff of air pass between. 
Harry's intense gaze flicked up to match her own then, hearing how closely she was teetering on whining for him. Her hand on his was left behind as he traced over the soft of her tummy, slipping towards the hem of her borrowed sweater where it laid, rucked up at the top of her thighs. 
"But y'don't remember it?" he asked her, the very tips of his fingers brushing underneath the knitted fabric of her top. Her thighs erupted in a layer of goosebumps, sensitive to every touch he bestowed upon her. "Not even a little bit, sweetheart?" 
Her breath caught in her throat at the mention of the petname he only used when he had something specific in mind for her. "I-I," she floundered, trying to pluck scenes and moments from her dream that had done its job to slip away, "I just know you were on top of me, an—" 
She was cut off by Harry shifting beside her, both his hand propping him up and the one grazing the skin of her legs landed on her thighs. He gently pried her thighs open with the strength of his fingers denting the soft flesh, emulating her words and fitting himself between her legs. (Y/N) moved instinctively, wrapping those legs around his hips, the heels of her feet digging into the backs of his sweatpants-clad thighs. 
"What else was I doing, sweetheart?" he prompted, bringing her back to the train of thought she let go passed in favor of paying attention to him. 
Fluttering her lashes in a blink, (Y/N) tried to replace herself in her dream. It was as if a moment of deja-vu touched at the back of her mind as she looked up at him. She swore she could see her dream overlaying with reality, only her real life Harry was much more collected than the dream version with sweat clinging to his skin, curls pasted to the sides of his face, and hot exhales fanning over her skin as he worked himself above her. 
"You w-were—um—kissing me, and"—her eyes fluttered closed with a sigh interrupting her as Harry dipped down and pressed his lips to the hinge of her jaw—"I can't remember what you were saying, but you were talking to me." 
His smug grin burned against her skin. "Y'do like when I talk to you." She grew flustered at his words, that slight teasing edge poking at the knot in her tummy in the most pleasant way. "Y'got off to m'voice for so long, you've got a thing for it even now that y'have me right here," he continued, smearing his lips over the line of her jaw until he hit the point of her chin, "Right, sweetheart?" 
"Mhm," she hummed, her bottom lip fit between her teeth, "I love your voice." 
"I love yours, flower," he told her, a tender tone to his voice, "That's why I want y'to tell me what else I was doing in your dream. I wasn't just cuddling and kissing you like this, was I? That wouldn't get y'so squirmy." 
"N-No, you were," she swallowed, feeling the tip of Harry's nose dot against her cheek as he started spreading his kisses up to the corner of her mouth, "We—You were—" 
"I was fucking you, right?" he finished for her, settling her tied tongue, "Finally getting to that next time I promised you, right?" 
(Y/N) practically melted into the sheets at his words. If not for the solid weight of him above her, the fact she could feel the strength of his thighs and the length that was hardening and pressing into her core, she would have been able to convince herself this was another dream. 
"Yes, daddy," she sighed, her mouth dropping open just before Harry caught her bottom lip between his teeth. 
That was just what he wanted to hear it seemed as he dipped his hips into a slow roll over her own, lingering over her damp panties. She knew he wasn't wearing any underwear under his sweats, the fact only to be confirmed again as she could feel the ridge of his head with his length thickening towards the base. She could feel every detail she'd become familiar with through each time she'd gone on her knees for him or slipped her hand under his pants. She wanted to know him everywhere now. 
"Fuck, (Y/N)," he breathed out, sealing his lips to hers in a way to soothe the bite he'd given to her bottom lip, "What do y'need from me, flower? How ready are y'for me?" 
"So ready, daddy," she rushed out, looping her arms around his neck only to push her nails into the tanned skin of his back. She couldn't get close enough to him like this. There were too many layers, too many things that weren't his skin touching her. "I just want you, please." 
"So good for me, you know that?" he praised her, bringing her back to the day he had said something similar to her over the cam-site chat, before they even knew who was on the other line. She always wanted to be his good girl. "Even all desperate for me, you're so sweet and polite for me, aren't you?" 
She could only manage to nod for him, not wanting to draw away from his lips anymore now that she could get a taste of his praise on his tongue. Harry had his hands fisted in the bed on either side of her, keeping the brunt of his weight from bearing down on her though he was sure to sit his hips heavily on her as he pushed her into the mattress with every grind. Each roll, (Y/N) could feel his sweatpants slipping from the cinched position over his waist, giving her a peek of his uncovered length against her core. The idea made her moan out against his kiss. 
"Y'need me so bad, don't you, flower?" Harry pressed, his voice not much more than an adoring mumble against her lips. "Don't need me to help y'get ready for me or anything, do I? You're jus' that desperate and wet for me. All because of a dream, huh?" 
There was nothing in her that had the space to be embarrassed as she listened to him. He was right, anyway. She could feel her wetness dampening her panties, the fabric the only thing keeping the stick from covering her thighs. She was sure that when he took a look at his sweatpants later, there would be a wet spot just from the way he was grinding down on her then, bumping her clit and teasing her with how hard she knew he could fuck her. 
(Y/N) sunk into the bedding below her as Harry gave her a searing kiss just before starting a new trail down her neck. The same trek he'd made with his eyes was now commemorated with his kiss. Swift nips with his teeth and gentle soothings of his tongue following right after his lips as he decorated the curve with tiny marks she hoped would last the weekend. Just when he hit the drooping neckline of her borrowed top, she expected him to shove it out of the way or tug the material over her head. 
"You're keeping this on, okay?" he told her, nosing at the neckline with her nails pinching into his back, "Want to fuck y'while you've got my clothes on. Because, you're mine, aren't you?"
Her eyes were closed as she nodded her head into the puffed pillow cushioning it. "I'm yours, Harry, I'm yours." 
"I know y'are," he murmured, "And I'm yours, flower. Still can't believe y'love me like I love you." 
The surprisingly tender moment was cut short just a second later as he shifted, fitting his hands over the cuffs of her hips under her shirt. He sat up, giving her a pointed look when she whined at the loss of contact, though her own hands still landed on his forearms. Hooking his fingers into her panties, he helped her lift her legs with the garment sliding along the length of her body. He dropped the soaked fabric to the floor, leaving her in his soft sweater, and Harry in a pair of sweats that sported the wet patch she wasn't surprised to find. 
"Y'really are ready for me," he murmured, mostly to himself as his eyes glimmered when he caught sight of her glistening slit and the budding clit he had been grinding into only a moment before. 
With her legs spread out before him, bare and shirt pushed halfway up her tummy, (Y/N) expected to feel exposed under Harry's gaze given the new territory they were to breach. Instead, she felt the warmth of his eyes seeping over her, hot and wanting just as much as she wanted him. Even in the middle of the night with messy hair and a crease in his cheek from where he had his face buried against her shoulder, he was the hottest man she'd ever seen. And, he wanted her too. 
"Come back," she all but whined to him as she hooked her legs around his hips, tugging him back down with her grabby hands reaching up towards his shoulders. 
"Give me a minute, sweetheart," he laughed, catching himself before he could topple over her. She watched as he hovered over her, one hand pushed into the bedding while the other was reaching into his bedside table again. 
He rifled around in the drawer while she watched the muscles in his arm flex and contract, the sight stealing every train of thought until it was off the track. She almost mourned the loss of the sight as he found whatever he had been searching for, his arm retracting back to his chest. That feeling only lasted for a split second until she spotted what was pinched between his fingers, the packaging gleaming in the light. 
Sitting back on his heels between her spread legs, Harry ripped open the foiled condom packet. He pushed his sweats to the mid of his thighs, letting his length slap against his stomach in the low light of his bedroom, the head weeping precum that stuck to the blocks of muscle lining his stomach. (Y/N) couldn't take her eyes off him as he pulled the condom from the packet before sliding it over the length of his cock, the rubber unrolling with the help of his pumping fist that gave cursory strokes down the shaft. She could have drooled at the sight, especially when she could see the way he jumped in his hand when Harry swiped his thumb over the head. The sight brought back plenty of good memories.
"Now, I'm ready for you," he told her, finally obeying her wish and fitting himself atop her once more. 
"Oh my god," she whined at the first touch of his uncovered cock over her slit, the head nudging at her clit. 
"I know, sweetheart, I know," Harry responded, voice strained as his own eyes became hooded behind the lens of his glasses, "I've got you, alright?" 
With that, (Y/N) watched as he reached between their bodies, wrapping his guiding fist around his cock. She was spread out just so for him, giving Harry the freedom to slip inside after brushing the tip through the slick that had dripped from her hole. 
(Y/N) felt herself clench at the first intrusion, his head stretching her enough to be felt in the pit of her stomach. As much as she tried to keep them open, she couldn't help the way her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. Her toes curled behind him, heels pressing into the small of his back as she beckoned him further inside. 
"Oh, flower, fuck,"  Harry cursed under his breath, the swear fanning over the heated skin of her neck. 
The further he pushed in, (Y/N) swore she could feel him in her stomach, something she remembered him teasing about in a cam session all that time ago. He hadn't been lying. 
Harry all but slumped against her as he bottomed out, his balls pushed against the curve of her ass. His forehead dropped to the planes of her chest, the frames of his glasses pressing against her with the tip of his nose wiggling against her skin with every deep breath he sucked in. "Fuck," he repeated, "I can't believe this is happening." 
His voice was low enough (Y/N) couldn't be sure he was even speaking to her or just voicing whatever thought came to mind. Nonetheless, she clung to him tightly, her own silent reminder that this really was happening, even if he couldn't believe it. Her arms resumed their place around his neck, hands grazing the expanse of his bare shoulders 
"C-Can I move, sweetheart? Y'feel okay?" he breathed out, returning to the moment with her as he peeked up at her through the fan of his lashes.
"Please, please, Harry," she pleaded with him, tightening the hold of her legs around his hips. 
That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he started rolling his hips against hers. He pressed himself as deep as he could at first, the tip of his cock nudging walls (Y/N) didn't even know she had with every swivel of his pelvis. He watched her intently, his glasses slipping down the edge of his nose with his hair flopping over his forehead. The hand he had guiding his cock inside her was now holding her tightly on her hip while his other was fisted against the mattress, keeping him hovering above her with the perfect view of every effect he had. 
Just as she opened her mouth to ask for more, Harry reared back, leaving barely the tip still inside her before he thrust into her with a lingering stroke. She felt every detail of his cock; the ridge of his head that split her open, his veins imprinting on her walls, and the ribs embedded in the condom she hadn't even realized were there. 
Her nails in his back pressed harder, scratching up just enough as he began to curate a rhythm. His hips slapped against hers in the dark of his bedroom, her wetness giving way around him with slick noises filling the room. His mouth had dropped open in a gape, heavy puffs of air escaping as he looked between their bodies to where he was disappearing inside her only to reappear with a layer of slick pearled over him. Muffled curses in his deep tone mixed with the breathless moans her fucked out of her with every harsh thrust. 
"D-Daddy," she cried out for him, tugging him down with the help of her hands on his back so she could kiss him.
Harry relented easily, moaning at the sound of her voice wrapping around his title. He tasted her with a swipe of his tongue touching her own, the soft pad licking hers before he pulled away with a wet pop. He couldn't not look at her right now, he needed to see what she looked like when she got fucked. 
"I-I've wanted you for so long, you know that," he breathlessly started, unable to help himself before he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, the apple of her cheek, and the soft of her lips. "W-Wanted y'before y'even talked to me. I can't be-believe you're letting me fuck you, flower." 
He knew what she was doing when he spoke to her like this, but there was something especially adoring in the dirty words that dripped from his lips. (Y/N) held onto him tighter, adoring him back with a messy kiss to his chin and a clench of her muscles around his cock. 
"I l-love you," she told him, swallowing down air while she had the mind to, "Harder, please, daddy." 
Complying with her wish, (Y/N) swore he was pushing things around to make room for his cock inside her. His length pushed deep inside, spreading her open just for him—just as he had promised her before they even knew one another. Her head fell back against the pillows then, her lover quickly marking his territory along the column of her throat with a string of messy kisses.
"Used to get off thinking about this," he told her, a secret she knew all about, "Would think about g-getting to fuck you, y'calling me daddy, being so good for me before I'd do a stream jus' so I could get hard. N-Now I've got the real thing, don't I? Get to fuck y'whenever I need, right?" 
 The spiral that had made a home in her tummy from the moment she'd woken up from her racy dream tightened at his words. Her toes curled behind his back, her hands dropping from his shoulders down to his biceps where she could feel the straining of his muscles as he held himself up. She wanted to feel bad about the way she dug her nails into his skin, but she couldn't find it in herself in that moment. She'd apologize later. 
"Had the biggest crush on you and now you're all mine," he babbled, his words seemingly only for himself at this point. "I love you s-so much, flower." 
(Y/N) wanted to say it back, she wanted to tell him that she loved him too with all her heart or whatever organ it was that he was nudging out of place so he could make room inside her, but with the way her mouth was dropped open with puffs of humid air falling through, she knew she didn't have it in her. Instead, she tightened her legs around his waist with a pulse of her thighs, and her hands on his biceps. 
"Gonna make me cum, sweetheart," he panted, a messy kiss to her neck punctuating his words, "So fucking tight, can't help myself. Are y'close?" 
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she whined, nodding her head with her hair a mess around her, "Harry." 
"I've got you, sweetheart, do-don't worry," he told her, nudging her jaw with the tip of his nose, "Want y'to cum with me." 
It was with his declaration that he moved his hand from where he was cupping her hip to settle between their bodies. His thumb pressed into her pouty clit, slick immediately covering the digit. (Y/N)'s call of his name was choked off the second she felt her walls tightening, matching the knot in her tummy. 
"Please kiss me, please kiss me," she babbled off, knowing she sounded somewhat delirious in that moment. 
With his thumb circling her clit, cock spreading her walls open just for him, Harry didn't waste any time sealing his lips to hers in a messy kiss. He was just barely off center with the way she couldn't manage to keep his name off her lips even if it wouldn't get any further than her throat before it was cut off with her eyes going crossed at every thrust. He kisses the corner of her mouth before he gained access to play with her tongue with his own. He tasted every broken call of his name and murmuring of his title. 
"C'mon, flower, cum for me," he told her, the words falling from his tongue right onto her own, "Be good for daddy." 
He knew what it did to her to hear him refer to himself with his title, the desired effect coming in a tightening of her tummy and a clench of her walls around his cock. He was bringing her closer all the while using her to get him to the edge.
"I'm so close," she told him, repeating the sentiment another time as she didn't bother to collect her scattered thoughts, "Please, please, please cum in me, daddy." 
Despite knowing there was a condom covering his length, there was something about the fact she knew he wasn't going to pull out and she was going to feel every bit of warmth that spurted out of him, that had her breathless. She wanted to see what he looked like when he came because of her pussy, what it looked like when he came for the first time without her hand or mouth there to clean it up. 
"Shit, shit, 'm cumming, flower. 'M cumming for you," he gritted out, his mouth falling open against her own. He wasn't even kissing her, only resting his lips against hers as he filled the condom with the warmth she had been craving. 
Even with the stuttering of his hips and the disjointed movements of his circling thumb, she came following after him. Her nails in his skin had to have felt like pinpricks with how hard she was holding onto him, her toes curling and thighs aching from how hard she was clinging to him in every respect. Her wetness grew, the distant feeling of warmth flooding her limbs while her mind went blank in favor of feeling everything he had to offer her.
Her heart was pounding in her ears still by the time Harry slumped atop her, his body coming alive once more as he pressed a smattering of kisses all over her face. He was murmuring something to her as he continued to press his thumb to her clit and rock his hips in half-hearted rolls against hers. She's halfway sure he was telling her that he loved her, but her ears weren't working for the moment. 
The comedown was slow and gradual, starting with her wrapping her aching hand around his wrist to keep him from touching at her swollen clit for any longer. It was too much, she barely remembered telling him, she's too sensitive, daddy. She hadn't even realized her eyes had fallen closed until he did the brunt work of shifting them around, only settling when they were bundled in the bedding, laying on their sides with either limbs wrapped around one another. 
"'M gonna pull out now, okay, love?" he asked her, the first thing she could hear with clarity as she came down to earth. (Y/N) only managed an absent nod.
He helped her unlock her legs from around his hips before he withdrew, a slick sound echoing in his bedroom that was compounded with the sound of a pathetic whimper working in her throat. He slumped into the bed beside her then, (Y/N) cracking her eyes open just enough to see him fiddling with the filled condom before it was tied and tossed into his trashcan across the room, just barely making it in before he fixed his sweats over his hips. 
The bedding was a mess around them, Harry's room suddenly humid as she watched his eyes fall closed. His profile was perfect, she thought in a dreamy haze—the line of his jaw led her to the point of his chin, rounded edges forming the full pink of his lips with high cheekbones leaving a soft place for the fan of his lashes to rest. Her favorite bit came in the slope of his nose, the same one that had skimmed over her entire body at this point, with his glasses resting on the bridge. It felt like a dream to see him like this, heaving, flushed chest with his lips swollen and slick with spit. As much as she loved his eyes, there was something about seeing them shuttered like this, knowing it was from the complete pleasure they shared in. 
With languid limbs, (Y/N) plucked his glasses from his nose. She utilized the puffs of bedding messed around them to clean the lenses, delicately handling them as Harry laid beside her. She took her time, both from satiation tainting her limbs and the fact she wanted to take care of him after everything. After testing the clarity with the help of the bedside lamp, she replaced the frames them back on his nose. A quiet smile had formed on Harry's lips though his eyes remained closed. 
"Better?" she murmured. 
She watched as Harry blinked his eyes open, adoration dripping from his irises as he looked to her. "Better. Thank you, flower." 
(Y/N) sunk into the mattress underneath her, bundling her hands underneath her cheek as she gazed at him. She hoped he could see the adoration swimming in her irises. 
"Pretty good for a next time, right?" he joked with her, his smile lopsided as he reached out and replaced the hem of her borrowed sweater over her modesty. The barely there touch of his fingertip over her skin had goosebumps layering over her thighs. 
"It was alright," she smiled, her voice sleepy as she gazed at her dream. 
"Jus' alright?" he balked, puffing out his cheeks as he let out an exasperated breath, "Gonna have to keep practicing then, huh?" 
"That sounds like a good idea," she played along, her smile growing as he played along with her. "C'mere," she beckoned to him.
Harry shuffled over the bedding in an instant, invading her space to the max until he was flush against her. She didn't care about the sweat covering both of their forms in that moment, even with his sweater still tucked around her body. She was grateful for his closeness, the love only growing when he wrapped his arms around her waist and nudged his nose against hers in an affectionate puppy's kiss. 
"I love you, too," she whispered, kissing him gently on his swollen lips, "Sorry I didn't say it back earlier."
"'S alright," he smiled, dimples deep in his cheeks—deep enough for her to crawl inside and sleep in, she thought—, "I know y'were a little distracted." Harry gave her calming kisses, innocent presses of his lips to hers in long and drawn out pulls that had her heartrate slowing into something so grounded she couldn't leave this moment. Those same heartracing touches were now calming, drawing her tightly into his world. "I meant what I said before, you know," he told her, a murmur against her kiss, "About wishing for things like this. It wasn't jus' about what we jus' did, I also thought about stuff like this. Holding you and kissing you and stuff. I still can't believe sometimes that y'gave me a chance. You're like a dream to me." 
"Harry," she practically whined, his words breaking her heart as she drew away to get a proper look at him. His sparkling eyes looked to her with clear pupils, everything lustful left behind in favor of sincerity swimming in the green of his irises. "Of course I gave you a chance. You're wonderful, Harry. You made me like physics." 
"You don't like physics," he teased, his smile going lopsided as he sunk the blunt of his teeth into his bottom lip, "Y'tell me every day how much y'hate it. And, Stanfill." 
"Okay, I don't like physics, but you made me like that class. You make even awful stuff like that worth it to me. I'm only sad it took me so long to see that, then we could have been doing this so much sooner," she told him, their voices hushed secrets to be shared between them and the sheets only, "And, I, obviously, dream about you, too. There's no reason for you not to believe this." 
"I know," he mumbled, his features rounded and soft as he took her in, "I jus' love you, that's all." 
Laying in the sticky sheets, legs shaking from how hard she was hanging onto him with nail marks appearing on Harry's chest and arms, (Y/N) gazed at the man of her dreams, his love for her on his lips. 
All those next times had definitely been worth it. 
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finally it is hereeeeee!!! thank u sm to whoever requested this and everyone who's been patient for this and also @strawbrryshortcakerry for helping me figure out where I wanted to go w this !!! thank u sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in!
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gumballavocadoharry · 10 months
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The first steps:
"Come on, come on.....come to daddy bubba," Harry cooed, watching patiently for the gurgling baby to smoosh into his arms that were lovingly stretched out for him. "You know I love you," Harry pouted, "And I'll give you cookies." You giggled, flashing an illustrious smile at your husband and baby boy who were bonding over Harry pleading for Zander to take his first steps.
"Oh baby, he'll do it when he's ready," Harry looked over with his usual puppy dog pout, "Yeah, but I don't want to miss it." You rubbed Harry's back reassuringly. "I promise, Zander would want you to be there too."
Harry gave a goofy smile, before picking Zander up and settling him in his lap. "I need to see you growing up," He cooed to the emerald eyed baby whose Harry's genes dominated. "Your my little boy, and I'm your first best friend." Zander cooed, pressing his chubby cheeks to Harry's nose.
"Oh you want kisses now hm?" Harry peppered loud kisses on his baby's cheeks, finally catching a breath to give him a hug, gingerly rubbing his back. "Mm, you're too sweet."In that moment, you wished your cell phone was there to record the sweet moment between father and son.
Later, in the afternoon, You and Harry were positioned at the counter, preparing lunch. Harry being a goofball, was telling a silly story about Mitch while they were recording a new song in the studio. "Ha, Harry! Was Mitch okay? Did you help him up?" Harry nodded, a cheeky smile trespassing across his face. You had noticed that Harry had stopped smiling, was completely turned around staring in awe at something he spotted from his periphery.
He dashed over to Zander; arms retraced in their stretched out position ready for his collapse. It was only once you turned around, that you realized Zander was taking his first steps. You shuffled out your cell phone and hurriedly recorded his first steps as he finally collapsed into Harry's arms. "YOU DID IT!" He cheered, "My baby boy took his first steps! Oh I'm so proud of you!" The father smothered Zander's face in soundly kisses, making sure not to miss an inch of unkissed skin where he didn't send a loud puckering smooch.
"Harry, you're gonna make his little cheeks all red," You laughed, "I know but he finally did it! He walked babe!"
You stepped closer, showing him the video of the precious moment you were fortunate enough to catch on camera. "Our little boy is growing up,"
"Aw, don't remind me." Harry cooed sadly, looking at the baby who was perched in his protective arms. "He'll always be my baby boy."
And you had to agree with that.
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WARNINGS:
Swearing, smut, power imbalance, mild sexual degradation/sadism, sexual "toy" use, choking, masturbation, fingering, gagging
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SYNOPSIS:
You always knew you'd marry one day—not in the way that every little girl dreams of, but because the knowledge of who you'd be marrying had been held over your head like a dark storm cloud since you were little.
When you'd been invited to dine at Malfoy manor with Abraxas and his son—your groom to be—Lucius, the reality became dauntingly real. But you never would have thought you'd find a euphoria of pleasure in your hatred for the white-haired devil himself.
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The entire foundation of our existence is built on one concept: an animalistic hierarchy.
The rich and the powerful are the predators. With their gold, status and excessive self-interest, they hunt the down the poor, the powerless and the insignificant. They close in on them until submission is the only acceptable choice. The magic world is no different. You came to understand that the moment you discovered that you had been betrothed to Lucius—pain-in-your-ass—Malfoy.
Arranged marriages were not uncommon, especially within pure-blooded families that wanted to maintain the importance of their self-forged status.
But this time was different.
Your groom-to-be, Lucius—cunt—Malfoy, is the son of a powerful witch and wizard. Your parents are renowned magic-folk, too, but here's where the circumstances differ: where Malfoy is a pure-blooded wizard, you're only a measly squib. That's right—the laughing stock of the magic world.
If it had been up to you, the Malfoys would have only existed in your nightmares. But you had not had much of a say in the final forge of the matter because you had not even been born yet.
You had only just turned six when you had met Lucius—and god did you hate him. Even at the tender age of eleven, Lucius was the biggest pain in the ass you had ever met. You had never wished a day to go by quicker than that very afternoon. When it was finally time for them to leave, you were more than happy to bid farewell. But everything had gone downhill pretty fast when your father and Abraxas Malfoy had herded you and Lucius into the same room to deliver the horrid news. Lucius had immediately objected and for once you found yourself agreeing with him. But neither father would have it. The deal was long done.
Even now—sixteen years later—you grew glum about the matter at least five times a day. You'd often find yourself mimicking a curse on your father for screwing up your life this way. You did it right in this moment as you watched the back of his head swivel to and fro in his attempt to navigate the winding hallways of Malfoy manor.
He ought to appreciate that I'm a squib, you thought defiantly, else he'd have had tentacles for legs right about now.
You balled your hands into miserable fists. You didn't know if they were trembling with anger, or anxiousness, but you weren't going to have your first impression after all these years be comparable to a sheep on death row.
The Malfoys had extended a dinner invitation as a pre-wedding icebreaker, though you hadn't had much of an appetite to begin with. Your stomach turned each time you heard footsteps clatter toward you, anticipating the appearance of a reserved Abraxas Malfoy. But you were only greeted by hasty house-elves determined to bring the manor to order. Though you didn't doubt the extra skip in their step was the result of a Malfoy threat.
You could just imagine Abraxas—if he was anything like his son—towering over the staff and tossing out all manner of condescending insults, threatening to torment the next elf who left a single fingerprint on the fine, black porcelain rim of his plate.
When your father came to a stop, you were dismayed to find yourself staring up at two double doors that stood way taller than necessary. Though you supposed everything needed to be scaled up in a rich person's world—to accommodate their massive egos, of course.
Your father turned to you. "The dining hall is just through there," he said.
"Are you sure those aren't the doors to hell?" You mumbled miserably and folded your arms.
"Don't be like that," he said gently. "Lucius is a perfectly suitable husband."
"But I'm not a suitable wife."
"And why is that?"
"You know why."
His lips pressed into a speechless line.
You turned your head to the side. "A wizard like him has no business marrying a squib. I'm surprised Abraxas even agreed to it."
"That's Mr. Malfoy to you," your father corrected sternly. But after a moment, his eyes regained their gentle touch once more. He called your name softly, "you are more than your magical status."
Not to the Malfoy family, is what you wanted to reply. But your father had been friends with Abraxas since they were in diapers. You were painfully aware of the bond the two of them shared and so you knew every complaint coming from your lips would fall on your father's deaf ears, leaving you trapped in a looped argument.
"Fine," you yielded.
Your father gave an appreciative simper. "Thank you."
You wanted to remain irritable, to make your displeasure obvious, but your father's smile always managed to bring a giggle to light. He always looked ridiculous when he smiled, so much so that you thought he did it on purpose.
"There's that smile of yours!"
"Stop."
"Come on." He offered the top of his hand, which you reluctantly placed your palm over, and with his other hand he knocked on the door.
Are we suddenly too good for handles, you thought bitterly. You still couldn't believe this was happening. For the longest time, you had hoped all this to be some cruel, drawn-out joke. But as the double doors suddenly creaked open, and you found yourself staring up at white-haired devil himself, the notion quickly dissipated within painful acceptance.
"Lucius!" Your father greeted cheerily. Lucius was dressed in an elegant black suit, his hair pulled back into a neat, low ponytail with his signature cane gripped in one hand.
The icy tundra of his eyes disregarded your presence entirely. "Mr Lee," he responded with a curt dip of his chin. "My father awaits you in his study."
"Ah—yes, of course. I do believe Abraxas has some relics he owes me the pleasure of seeing." He slipped his hand from yours and smiled at Lucius. "Will you take good care of her until dinner is ready?"
"I don't need him to take care of me!" you interjected.
Lucius paid no attention to you. It's as though you were nothing more than particles in the air to him. "Of course," he answered, stepping aside to let your father pass.
"I'll be back, dear," he said. "Stay with Lucius." With that, he hurried away into the next room.
You watched his back disappear into the next room before averting your gaze back to Lucius. "I think it's funny that you've got all these attendants, yet you're the one on door duty," you spoke up.
Lucius' head tilted down, and for the first time he glared directly at you. He lifted his sharp jaw, eyes narrowed disdainfully as his slender fingers moved to strangle the serpent head that crowned his cane.
"You're looking particularly sour today," he sneered.
"And you look sallower than usual," you retorted lightly, unable to deny the satisfaction tugging at the corners of your lips.
All the years you'd spent void of magic, you'd learnt to compensate for in your wit, and boy would you seize every opportunity to get under his skin. You brushed past him as you entered the room and you heard the doors click closed behind you. Lucius scowled and uttered your name bitterly. You hated the way it sounded on his lips.
"You're an embarrassment to the wizarding world," he said coolly. "You will do good to remember that before parting those crude lips of yours."
"Firstly," you started, turning to face him, "you'll be marrying this embarrassment, so please, do grow attuned to calling me your embarrassment," you said cheekily, lacing your hands behind your back. "Secondly, I'm rather fond of my lips. I've always found them quite perky." You lifted your face to his. "Don't you think?"
The white-haired devil sneered before lifting his wand from it's sheathe and chanting, "Petrificus totalus."
In an instant and with a lack of control, your arms flew to your side, and before your legs could emulate the gesture, he propped his leg into the space so that your thighs straddled his knee. You went as stiff as a board, and panic thumped in your chest as you felt yourself leaning back. Just as you thought you'd hit the floor like a sack of meat, Lucius steadied you with a hand on your collarbone and pushed you flat against the polished wood of the door.
You wanted to wince as the door handle protruded into your spine, and Lucius, keenly aware of your discomfort, sought to worsen it as he gradually applied pressure to your chest.
"Not so gabby now, are we?" He rumbled lowly. His face was mere inches from yours. "Here's how this marriage is going to go," he murmured. "We have an appearance to uphold, so I do hope you know how to behave a proper lady in the presence of esteemed guests. Whatever squib-codswallop you indulge yourself in will happen behind closed doors, but whatever time you spend at my side, you will do it my way."
Heat began to pool at the tip of your ears. You hated the nerve of this man, to demand everything the way he wanted it, and in a way that explicitly stated he always got what he wanted. The knee wedged between your thighs began to trace small, slow circles. Occasionally, it would brush against the hem of your underwear. Your breathing deepened at the sensation, and Lucius extracted a faint smirk from the sight of your flaring nostrils.
Footsteps thrummed closer and closer to where the two of you stood, though Lucius didn't seem too concerned at the possibility of being caught in their position. When the footsteps halted, a dainty head popped up from behind the view of Lucius' shoulder.
"The food is ready, Mr Malfoy," the housemaid offered softly, evidently embarrassed at the sight of their tangled bodies. Lucius waved a dismissive hand, too busy glaring you down to spare the maid so much as a glance. She scampered away, and Lucius brought the tip of his wand up to your body.
"I do hope I have made myself very clear," he murmured. You glared at him bitterly. Go fuck yourself. It would have felt better to say it aloud. "Finite," Lucius chanted, and all control flooded back into your limbs.
You slumped against the door and his hand left your chest, but before you could snap at him, he pressed the nose of his wand into your throat. You glared up at him and he returned your attention with nonchalant eyes.
Slowly, he traced the wand up the expanse of your neck, and when he reached your mouth, he said in a low murmur, "I do rather like your lips."
"Lucius," a deep voice echoed throughout the dining hall.
Abaraxas, you thought horridly. You glanced past Lucius to glimpse your father fondling an expensive-looking object between his gloved fingers, and beside him stood Abraxas, watching the two of you with a cool yet dignified expression. They hovered at the doors to the study, and Lucius tucked away his wand rather tensely before leaving you in a hot flurry to meet with his father.
You cleared your throat and tidied the dress that had creased in various areas. The hem had managed to climb your thighs when Lucius had teased you with his own leg—you quickly pulled it proper before pushing yourself off of the doors. Your back throbbed where the handle had been buried only moments before. You cursed him for it. You cursed yourself for it; you hadn't hated it—the helplessness, his rough handling of you. You'd have let him continue had there not been an interruption, you knew that much to be true. Pathetic.
Your father called your name softly. You glanced up to see that he, Lucius and Abraxas had already gathered at the much-too-long dining table, all three had their eyes trained on you expectantly. Tensely, you made your way over to where your father stood, already reaching out a hand to pull out the chair beside his, but he quickly stopped you. You glanced up at him questioningly.
"Wouldn't you rather sit next to Lucius, dear?" He said gently. It was a demand, not an offer.
"I'd rather squat butt-naked over a wildfire," you replied discourteously, your gaze flickering over to Lucius, who looked enigmatic despite your comment.
Abraxas grew a scowl that almost seemed to speak for itself: why had he ever considered letting this ill-mannered squib marry into such a regal family. You couldn't help but smirk lightly, and your father's fingers tightened around your wrist, followed by the stern sound of your name.
"Do not start," he warned. This was the most serious you'd seen your father. It was quite unsettling, actually.
You snatched your hand from his grip and muttered a simple sorry before pulling out your chair. Your father cleared his throat and you glanced up at him once more. With the slightest flick of his head, he beckoned to where Lucius sat. You bit on your tongue and begrudgingly moved the seat back under the table before making your way over to where Lucius sat.
Upon your arrival, he stood from his seat and took the expected liberty of pulling out the chair for you, to which you dipped your chin in the slightest of thanks and sat down. Lucius propped himself down beside you, and his musky fragrance engulfed you in a gust. It was an enticing smell, and somewhere in the mix you could practically taste a hint of whisky.
If you were to be sentenced to his side for a lifetime, at least you knew you were in for drinks in good taste.
The dinner carried out rather uneventfully, and you spent half of that time praying for the hasty end of it. Lucius had gone back to dismissing your presence, he hadn't even spared you so much as a glance. Not that you cared. Because you didn't. Of course you didn't. Once everyone had finished eating, your meal had hardly been touched, yet you seemed the most prepared to take your leave.
Abraxas had stood and beckoned for the house-elves to tidy up the space while he and your father exchanged a few words. You glanced at Lucius, who had been watching the older men, though his attention shifted toward you as he became aware of your gawking.
"I'm bored," you said simply.
"Hardly my concern," he replied blankly.
"I could do with a drink."
"By all means, help yourself to the kitchen."
"I'm thinking stronger," you said with a dramatic finger to your chin, tapping away as though musing the subject. "Your father's sure to have some whisky in that study of his."
Lucius' eyes grew scathingly narrow. "Don't be foolish," he spat. "The only thing my father adores more than his wealth is his whisky. He'd notice if even a drop had left the decanter. And in any case, I hardly think you of all people could properly appreciate the sweet expense of the beverage."
Your composure collapsed fully at his words. Nothing more than a raging ball of impulse, you grabbed at his tie and yanked it harshly so that Lucius was leaned into you. "Come again?"
"I should have you thrown into the dungeons for your unbecomingness," he growled. His face was so close to yours that your lips could've brushed within the next breath.
You frowned cheekily. "I'd like to see just how daring you are, Mr Malfoy—"
"Don't call me that."
"Perhaps the rumours of your audaciousness are true," you continued with a glance at his lips. "And perhaps they are nothing more than rumours."
Your words sparked his interest. His bitter eyes thawed with a momentary look of curiosity, so faint but evidently present. "And just what are you insinuating?" He moved his cane to prop up your chin.
You winced as the steel python burrowed beneath your chin. It felt unpleasantly cold against your skin. A groan rumbled in the back of your throat and sent Lucius' conservativeness toppling over the edge.
"So fragile," he hummed, eyes gliding over your features. He was infatuated with your non-witchy delicacy. It meant you were powerless to him. You knew that. He knew that—and he loved it.
You practically held your breath as you glared up at him. His gaze flickered away from you and simultaneously, his hand moved to pry your fingers from his tie. He stood from his chair and you felt his cold fingers furl around your arm as he hauled you out of yours. You followed his searching eyes and came to realise that your father had disappeared, along with Abraxas. You had no idea where to, but you could hardly be arsed in this moment. Lucius hadn't given you a split second to speak before he began dragging you toward Abraxas' study.
You smirked as you stumbled after him. "Does this mean I'm getting that drink after all?"
Lucius tossed a swift glare over his shoulder, though he remained silent. When they reached the doors to the study, he extended his free hand to knock and waited for a response. When none came, he pushed the doors open and pushed you ahead of him.
You entered with an annoyed click of your tongue, but the rustic theme of the study stole your attention. A polished, deep-red wood—the entire room. One of the walls was lined with shelves topped with questionable collectibles and the room was furnished with red, velvety sofas. It definitely wasn't a taste you'd ever personally acquire, but you'd have to be blind to admit that it didn't hold some sort of charm. Straight ahead of you, an elegant, bricked fireplace was still bustling with a shy flame that burnt the room just the right shade of cosy.
Lucius released your arm and closed the doors behind him. You ventured a little way from his presence.
"Who knew Lucius had it in him to enter his daddy's study without permission?" You teased absentmindedly as you reached the fireplace and spotted a crystal decanter of whiskey. "Bingo," you murmured, picking it up.
"Put that down." A hand grabbed ahold of your wrist and yanked it roughly, causing you to drop the crystal container.
The whiskey toppled into the fireplace with a sickening slosh, and at the moment of contact, the fireplace burst into a hissing, spitting tornado. You narrowly avoided being nipped by the heat as Lucius pulled you toward him, though your dress was not as lucky. The fabric had caught aflame below your backside, but Lucius was quicker in acting. His hand snaked around your back and tugged at the zip. The straps of your dress fell past your shoulders and he slipped it down the curves of your body until it laid at your black heels and released grey squiggles of smoke.
You glared up at him. "Hey, asshole!" You spat, shoving at his chest. "I liked that dress—a lot!”
Lucius cocked an eyebrow at you and pressed the tip of his cane into your cleavage. Your breath caught in your throat like a lump of dry food. He said your name softly. You liked the way it sounded on his tongue.
"You've made a mess," he said, eyes observing the spill of alcohol that mottled the polished floor before glancing at you. He gradually began to press harder and harder into your skin until you had no choice but to back up to relieve the pain.
"Since when don't you like taking credit?" You shot back sarcastically. A dull coldness hit your back as you bumped into the fireplace, though Lucius continued closing in on the space between your bodies.
He said nothing, only glared at you with annoyingly incoherent eyes. You grew flustered now, grasping the situation. You were half naked and cornered by a wizard, and you had no magical means of defending yourself. You felt the heat of the fireplace begin to lap at your exposed skin. Your jaw clenched, and Lucius' gaze trailed down your neck attentively.
"The fire bothering you?" He asked lowly. You scowled. "Am I mistaken? Had you not mentioned earlier that you'd be more than happy to squat butt-naked over an open flame?"
"You're hilarious," you retorted before moving to shove him away, but his free hand moved to clutch your neck.
His other hand dragged the cane downward, slowly—first over the clasp of your bra, then across the soft skin of your stomach, before stopping short of your now-heated core. The fireplace couldn't take credit for that. You were completely and utterly overwhelmed now. Every sensation had become too much.
Lucius' grip on your neck tightened until your ability to breathe was at his mercy. With painfully exaggerated slowness, he brought his lips to your ear. "I must confess that the mere thought of ravishing a squib is unusually. . . exciting," he said in a gruff whisper.
You felt your expression twist at his words, and much to his satisfaction, too. He leaned away from you, his slender fingers leaving the flushed rim of your neck. His eyes swept over your posture, seemingly pleased with the way you had fallen tense under his control. Power. That's all it was about with him. He bathed in the power that came with any opportunity to completely and utterly dominate the lesser. You saw it in the way every action that earned compliance on the receiving end caused his lips to tug into a smirk. You saw it now as he glared at you.
Lucius' attention moved down to his cane. Slowly, he angled it into your skin and slid it under the waistband of your underwear. You sucked air at the cool sensation of the serpent head gliding down your skin and slipping between your wet folds.
"Lucius," you breathed through gritted teeth.
"Hm?" He hummed busily, his attention fixed on his cane that was now angled toward your entrance. He glanced up at you momentarily. "If you'd like me to stop, simply say so." He paused his movements and gazed at you impassively.
You glared at him in silence for many moments, only bouts of air whistled from your nostrils. Your breathing had grown shallow and quick at his touch. "I hate you," you said softly.
Lucius's lips stretched into a faint smirk before he roughly pressed his lips to yours. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself, moving one hand to mercilessly tug at his ponytail until it came undone in messy strands. He grunted against your lips and pulled the serpent head from between your folds. You hissed at his lack of caution. He lifted you into his arms and moved to his father's desk, where he set you down onto the fine wood—unpleasantly cold against your exposed skin. He leaned in and curled his fingers around the back of your neck to bring you into another series of rough kisses.
Your hands explored every inch of Lucius's suit. When you felt the hems of his black blazer, you lifted it up and over his shoulders, to which he aided the removal by rolling his shoulders back so that the blazer would fall to the floor. His tongue explored your insides roughly, you savoured the way he tasted. He still possessed a tint of red wine from earlier's dinner.
Lucius broke off the kiss rather suddenly, and you found yourself devastatingly disappointed at the abundance of space between your lips. You leaned back onto your palms, watching as he took a step back and lifted his cane.
"Do you ever not have that thing in clutch?" You asked pointedly.
"Be quiet," he demanded, reaching for your arm and yanking you from the desk. Before you had a moment to protest, he spun you around and bent you over the expanse of the table. Your entire backside was exposed to him, and you felt your face burn self-consciously.
"What are you doing?" You asked angrily, attempting to prop yourself upward, but Lucius held you down with a steady hand on the small of your back. You frowned. "If you think I'm going to let you fuck me like a common whore, you're wrong!" You felt the fabric of Lucius's shirt brush your back tenderly as he leaned over you and brought his lips to your ear.
"Whores don't usually talk this much," he said lowly before bringing his free hand toward your lips. "Spit," he demanded.
"I'm not spitting on your hand, Lucius," you objected. "You've got some weird kinks, you know—" you were cut off as Lucius pried your lips harshly with his middle and index finger.
You felt him push for the back of your throat, and even as you tried to yank your head away as a protest, he kept on reaching for your depths until you gagged around him. He removed his hand, and past your teary lashes, you saw his slender fingers painted in a slimy sheen.
Your back felt cold once more as Lucius straightened up. You felt the tip of his cane scrape your lower back as he hooked it onto your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, exposing your wet core to him. The fingers, coated in your saliva, traced a line down your back until it reached your arse and traced gentle circles around the entrance. A moan escaped your lips as he inserted a finger inside without the courtesy of a warning, and it was quickly followed by another.
You clenched around him at the unfamiliar, slightly painful sensation, but as Lucius proceeded to tease your folds once more with the serpent-crowned head of his cane, you began to melt into his rough fondling. It wasn't long until you felt beads of your arousal escape your main entrance and slither down the insides of your soft thighs.
Lucius noted this image, glorified it, even. "If this is what hate looks likes, I'd love to see what else your cunt would do for me once we're better acquainted," he commented in a low and sultry tone.
You laid with your cheek pressed against the table, your lips slightly parted and your eyes screwed shut at the feelings of ecstasy that now coursed through your veins, brought on at the sites where Lucius teased steadily. You were too far gone to retaliate as you usually did—no one had ever touched you this way. It felt like pure bliss, and now you didn't ever want to leave this manor.
A deep chuckle rumbled from Lucius. "Your asshole is tightening around me. Tell me, did you want something else from me?" He jeered. When you didn't answer him, he paused the movements of his cane and removed his hand from your hole. "Then I suppose we're finished here," he said, passing his wet fingers over the soft skin of your ass.
"No," you complained softly. Disgracefully. You didn't want this to be the end of it. You pushed yourself upwards, your underwear falling further down your legs until it lay a wet bundle at your feet. You turned to face him, your expression hardened. "You don't get to tease me like that and then leave."
Lucius tilted his head mockingly. "But a whore is merely a toy. It is hardly their place to complain when their master has finished playing, hm?"
You perked your chin defiantly. "I'm not a whore," you said scathingly.
Lucius took a step forward, his clothed leg pressed between your legs and forcing you back against the desk. "Then why do you leak like one?" He said softly, his eyes fixated on yours. You glanced down to see the dark fabric of his pants had grown even darker with your arousal. When you glanced back up at him, his eyes seemed to glint hungrily, and a satisfied smirk widened his lips.
He pressed a hungry kiss onto your lips, and you returned it without hesitation. He removed the knee straddled between your thighs and replaced it with his cane, which he slid against your clitoris and through your folds before pushing it inside of you. You gasped against his lips and swung your head back as you felt the steel teeth of the python lightly graze your insides.
"Lucius!" You said in barely more than a breathy moan. It hurt to have the item inside of you, but when he began thrusting it to and fro with slow, rhythmic motions, coupled with the wet kisses he littered upon your neck, it began to feel disgustingly right.
You fastened your hands around his neck for support, and he carefully hauled you onto the desk. His free hand made its way into your hair, and he tugged it harshly so that your neck was perfectly arched for him to exploit with aggressive love-bites. You felt the pit of your stomach grow tight in an embarrassingly short amount of time, and Lucius seemed to deduce this as well from your heightened breathing, so he pulled the cane from your entrance.
He tutted disappointedly. "I've barely had my fun," he said. "Don't finish until I say so." You lifted your head to him tiredly, barely able to discern his face. "Am I understood?" He prompted, his grip on your head tightening as he shook you lightly. You nodded, and he inserted his cane once more. Oh, Godric, you didn't want this to end.
It felt like hours had passed by as Lucius teased you with his painfully slow thrusts. He spent most of the time gazing at your face, gauging your every reaction at his movements, savouring the little mewls of pleasure you let slip every now and then. Encouraged by the sweet music you made just for him, he gave you permission to finish.
When he had finished having his way with you, he removed the cane from between your thighs, pulling with it a stream of your arousal. You felt the warm wetness pool around your bottom and leak into every crevice left between parts of your body in contact with the surface of the desk.
His eyes moved between your exposed lower half and your face. He lifted the cane to your lips. "Clean it," he demanded impassively.
You gave a chuckle. "Funny," you responded and pushed his hand back, shifting your weight to get up, but Lucius sat you down with a rough hand. You glanced at him in alarm. "You're serious?"
"Very."
You searched his eyes, waiting to find a glimmer of amusement, but anything he felt at this moment was incoherent to you. "I'm not doing that," you objected.
Lucius didn't seemed pleased with your answer. His hand moved down your body rather quickly. He moved between your thighs and inserted a harsh finger, which earned a shocked gasp from you. He seized that opportunity to slide the serpent head into your mouth.
"The decision is not up to you," he paused and wriggled the cane between your lips. "Wider." You shook your head and in response, he added every finger until his hand was fully submerged within you.
Tears brimmed in your eyes. The sensation was painfully pleasurable. There was no fine line between the two, you only knew that his touch was undeniably desirable. Obediently, you swirled your tongue over every intricate groove of the serpent head. The taste was unusual, but not unpleasant. You glared him down as you sucked on the cane suggestively, though Lucius' composure didn't seem to falter.
Once no slimy coating remained, you patted his arm and he removed the cane from your mouth, along with his hand from your entrance. You were mildly ashamed to see the sheathe of your pleasure around his slender fingers, but Lucius seemed satisfied in contrast.
"Proud of yourself?" You muttered.
Lucius leaned past you and when he withdrew, you saw a fancy handkerchief in clutch. He first wiped his hand before passing the fabric over his cane.
"Generally, yes," he replied busily. He tossed the handkerchief onto your lap and leaned past you once more to pull out one of the draws. "Watch your tone," he said before lifting a bottle of whiskey to his lips and taking a gulp.
"Excuse me—" Lucius silenced you by pressing the nozzle of the bottle between your lips, and he began tilting the bottle upwards so that you had no choice but to gulp down the drink.
His slender fingers reached for your bra, which he violently tugged on until the fabric surrendered and tore at the clasps. The bra fell from your shoulders and left you fully exposed. He moved the bottle away from your lips and began pouring it between your cleavage, over your breasts and into your lap.
"What the fuck, Lucius!" You snapped.
"Language," he warned, setting the bottle aside and planting a kiss on your exposed collar bone. He turned for the door and paused with a hand on the handle. "Oh, and you best make yourself presentable," he said, pointedly glancing you up and down. "I do believe I heard the chatter of my father and Mr Lee beyond the study. Wouldn't want either of them to find you this way, no?"
You face went cold with horror. You fucking bastard!
"Tidy up the office while you're at it, won't you, whore? And make sure to lap up every last drop of that whiskey. It's rather expensive." You saw a hint of a smirk wind his perfect lips before he exited the study.
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Harry’s Home
Part III.
Read Part 1 Here!
Read Part 2 Here!
Pairing/AU: Roommate!Harry // Roommate!Y/N
Word Count: ~ 4k words
⚠️ Content Warnings: Adult Language, Pining, Sexual Desire, References to Body Weight (“Chubby” Reader), Fantasies of Rough Sex, Breeding Fantasies, Exhibitionism, Explicit Depictions of Masturbation(M&F), Dirty Talk, ~Slow Burn~
So, yeah. Harry and I have successfully become somewhat close. We’ve put up with each other’s shit for long enough and eventually bonded—or whatever the hell you call it when a pair of sex-starved adults live in close quarters and they decide to play nice so the walls don’t come down on them.
Even though it’s the time of year when I can see my breath and I have to wear socks to protect my chilly toes when I’m lounging around the house, when I’m around Harry…I might as well be a tea kettle on the verge of squealing in steaming agony. I guess you could say I’ve been in heat.
I’m catching myself spacing all the time, hypnotized by his comfortable routine. He grasps my attention like it’s second-nature to him, and I have no other choice but to relent—to surrender. How fucking pathetic is that? Like, get a grip, woman. 
But seriously, I can’t take it anymore. I turn powerless and my body betrays me, simply from the man meeting my eyes with his from across the room. For someone to hold this much control over another human being by just existing…not only is it completely unfair, but it feels otherworldly. It’s as though a connection has been birthed out of the rawest, most sinful form of lust, with its sole purpose to fuse a pair of unwed and horny humans. Thus latching itself onto the two of us, melding an incubus with a siren.
I guess it could just be some crazy-intense sexual tension, too. There’s no fun in that explanation, but whatever. The point is that I can’t fucking take it anymore.  Me being so mesmerized by him performing the most mundane of tasks—unscrewing a new jar of jam, rubbing the sleep out of his face as he stumbles out of his bedroom, sneaking little peeks at me from across the room and smirking to himself after he looks away. God. That smirk keeps me up at night…my hands groping myself and massaging my clit to lull myself to dreamland.
Right…so about that…
For the past few months, Harry’s been able to hear me fucking myself through the thin wall that separates our two bedrooms. The divider does absolutely nothing to silence me and my explicit acts of self-pleasure. These walls couldn’t muffle a mouse, let alone an ambitiously horny, and impressively vocal young woman who’s desperate to get her rocks off…hard. 
And I’m certain he can hear everything—every gasp, every whine, every slick plunge of my fingers—or a toy—as they’re used in a merciless attack on my own body in order to chase an unattainable high…It's loud. It’s filthy. 
It’s pornographic.
And yet Harry indulges in my songs. I know he does. The only way I’m able to get myself off is to picture him on the other side…to close my eyes and astral-project my way into his room and assume the role of the voyeur…as the exhibitionist. I’m a walking oxymoron.
I imagine my waves of ecstasy seeping through the walls to awaken his neglected cock in his tight briefs.
I think to myself, 
…I bet he’s wondering whether or not I'm messing with him...if I know he’s listening to me…and if, perhaps, I want him to listen…
If only I were just playing a sick game of tease…Such a possibility would be utterly humiliating for Harry. He loathes feeling like his control is in the hands of another. Said power landing in my hands? Oh…No, no, no. Lest we forget the towel incident? Don’t let the sensitive late-night talks, the apology hugs, or the sleepy cuddles fool you; a switch, Harry is not. Not that he’s told me or anything, but it’s a feeling. When he drags his eyes down to slowly assess me…there isn’t a doubt in my mind that he’s in charge.
He has a limited threshold for teasing and babying, which is precisely why he shooed his own mother out the door after a mere 5 minutes of her jests. Harry spent his entire life as the baby. I sense he’s needed a release for quite some time…and it probably doesn’t help matters that my playful antics are sure-fire triggers for his dark dominance to take over. I think he’s struggled to find the right mate to unleash that part of himself with. At least completely, that is. And I hope I’ve been pressing just the right buttons to experience it all for myself. 
But yes, I’ve been fucking myself with lotsa gusto knowing he’s in close earshot of the action. Hopefully, he’s come to successfully make sense of some of my muffled ramblings beyond his wall as, “Yes, Daddy!” as well as the occasional gasp or moan of “Harry.” What? I like it…
Although I’d love to exacerbate the narrative that this has all just been a cruel game started by yours truly—a game that I’m winning, to be clear—I'm actually not messing with him. This had begun purely by accident, and now I'm just continuing to provide some adult entertainment for my, uh...housemate and…good friend. 
Before you scold me for being a perv, let me just finish explaining the situation. Because if Harry had a problem with something I did, he’d tell me. And he never complained about this. Never. 
Quite the opposite, actually.
The first time I did my private deeds with Harry eavesdropping in the next room, I'd initially felt horribly embarrassed. I hadn't realized how shameless I was, or how loud and desperate the noises were as they came out of me. Once I finally caught myself, it was like space and time had spun to a stop, and I was painfully aware of my raw indecency.
I wasn’t watching porn, reading erotica, or listening to naughty audio recordings. Nope. Only my lustful thoughts fueled the eagerness in my fingers as they played with my pussy. I’d also been blatantly inconsiderate of Harry and his right to privacy whilst they did. I felt dirty. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Pfft, I was hardly thinking of anything. It reminded me of the time just before we moved into this house…when I lurked on his social media pages for the images of his slick, half-naked body which burned themselves into my memory, all just to use him for my own personal, sick, sexual gratification.  
And there I was again—now cohabiting a space with the very inspiration for my filth and frustration—lying comfortably atop a spacious, girly pink towel to protect my bed linens from succumbing to my wetness. My knees were spread apart and my dripping cunt was on full display for my closed door across the room. If anyone walked in, they'd unknowingly be entering what many theme parks tend to call a “splash zone.” 
Luckily, Harry was in the living room watching some melodramatic video essay on YouTube…Or at least that’s where I’d left him before ending up in the not-so-innocent position atop my mattress.
I hadn’t thought about the fact that the house wasn’t empty until I heard my own whiny sighs combined with unmistakable slippery pussy-rubbing echoing throughout the room. My cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink once I’d realized the extent of my elevated volume. There was no way Harry couldn’t have heard all that. And I had no idea how long I’d been up to it, or for how long at that high of a frequency.
The click of a door closing nearby interrupted my nervous internal monologue—Harry’s door. He was mere meters away from my partially-nude body, but my private quarters kept me safe from any judging eyes. The wall our bedrooms shared stood as the only barricade between our two bodies. For a while, I dismissed my initial self-awareness and I slowly, and carefully, swirled my drenched fingertips over my clit. More of my liquid arousal coated my petite hand. For some reason, the idea of Harry walking in on me like that had me feeling hot. Realistically, that would’ve meant immediate, devastating humiliation. Did that mean I was into that? I’d say yes judging by the way I was pulsing around nothing whilst staring at my door, picturing the man himself standing there smirking at me…tilting his head and patronizing me. 
…Aw, would you look at tha’…Does that feel good, Sweet Bunny? 
“Mmhmm.” I found myself nodding with a sigh, my eyes relaxed and veiled. My mind refused to backtrack, and instead doubled-down. I probably should have stopped myself right there, but fuck, could self-sabotage feel good.
My brain directed me towards thinking about how pretty and sweet I was on the outside. My body, soft, and my features, so delicate, but so grabbable. Every part of me had an ample amount of plushness to squeeze. To manhandle. My tiny wrists and my elegant neck, the perfect size for a pair of big hands to wrap around. I bit my rosy lip on a whine, then brought my thumb up to rub and tease it before sucking on it. The sinful acts my mouth performed were a secret I kept with the few lucky men who’d experienced it for themselves. I wanted so badly to share that with Harry…I wanted to share all of myself with him. 
“Mmm…Harry.” I moaned aloud, releasing my wet thumb and sneaking it under my shirt, swiping the slick pad back and forth over my sensitive tit.
It was hard for me not to think about Harry whenever I touched myself. I thought about his fingers playing with my hair, him burying his face into my neck the times we cuddled…feeling his hard-on against my ass on the couch…the times when he’d hugged me…and catching his gaze drift down to my tits…I bet he’d thought I’d never notice, even after having done it multiple times in a single conversation. Hmm…was Harry Styles an ass man or a tit man? Or was he something else…? He certainly liked looking at my boobs…and I'm able to confirm that his body has a very positive reaction to pressing up against my butt…
Honestly, I didn’t even care what parts of the body Harry liked the most. All I cared about was how badly I wanted to feel him use mine. I wrapped my small hand around my throat and arched my back up off of the mattress, gasping as I mindlessly pushed two hooked fingers inside my tight opening, picturing a certain tall, curly-headed British man molesting me instead. The sound of my own moans enhanced my pleasure as I rode myself towards peak bliss. My modesty had become non-existent as my hands worked each sensitive spot between my legs and teased at my pebbled nipples. A part of me needed him to hear me that night. I was getting off on that taboo. But that’s all it was…my imagination. 
It was just a silly little fantasy. Harmless exhibitionism. I wasn’t actually being that loud…—but that’s when I suddenly heard more feedback beyond the wall. It’d been some time since I’d heard the door click shut. My personal distractions got in the way of keeping track of time. 
There was an urgent fumbling. A repetitive clinking. The sound resembled a bit of metal hitting other metal. But it was light. Small. Following that, I heard a rough yank and a soft plop as whatever the item was had dropped heavily onto the carpeted floor. An unmistakable hum of a zipper quickly came subsequent to the discarding of the first mystery item—but it was no longer a mystery to me as my sex-clouded mind pieced together what I was hearing. The hands nestled between my thighs slowed at the realization.
Well, Harry’s just changing into his pajamas for the night, right?
My audible x-rated activities bouncing off the walls for several minutes whilst my roommate innocently removed his pants next door…maybe I was overthinking this…I remembered calling out our "goodnight"'s to each other around 10 minutes before I slipped out of my panties and began to shamelessly pleasure myself. He was still in his business-y work clothes when I left him in the living room…and I knew I just heard his bedroom door click shut in the middle of my alone time. And at that point, Harry was right there. He was just trying to unwind, yet happened to be in the room adjacent to mine. It was probably too awkward for him to ask for me to quiet down. 
Poor guy…ugh. I was disgusted with myself. I felt I needed to end my “session” right there, and
I was mentally preparing a nice apology text to send him. There was no way in hell I'd bring this up in person to Harry the following day. Surely I’d be in tears before I could even form the right words. I didn’t even want to imagine the scenario of Harry, himself, mentioning it to my face. Every possible, horrible consequence of my selfishly lewd deeds played out in my mind. There I was, lying there with my knees bent up and spread wide open—my fingers frozen against where I'm most sensitive. The silence made the throbbing in my clit feel even more desperate. 
And then Harry flicked his white-noise machine on.
Oh, God…This was so embarrassing.
I wanted to sink into a black hole and never be seen, nor heard, ever again. The severity of the situation felt devastating to me. Was I truly so grotesque that the beautiful man I lived with had to tune me out with the highest setting of his old, rattly sleep machine?!
Hell, I was more than embarrassed, I was fucking humiliated. For real, this time. And it was all my fault.
I just wanted to disappear.
But just as I was readying myself to book a flight back home to move back in with my parents to spare myself from ever having to look Harry in the eye again…
I heard it. 
I heard him.
“…Mmmhh…”
Beyond the hum of the wimpy white noise, there was a raspy moan on the other side of the wall. I thought I was just imagining it, or that maybe it was Harry quietly retching in disgust, but then it happened again. 
No, yeah. It was definitely a moan.
I held my breath as I focused upon the sound of an abrupt curse followed by the distinctive sound of spitting. 
“...Ahhh, fuck—” 
*ptuh* 
The grunting and other lewd noises continued. I could only imagine Harry’s tightened fist, wet from his own drool, working diligently at his neglected cock.
“...Mm…h-hm…ugghhh…”
It seemed like Harry's white-noise machine had some impressive competition. My lips curved into a smirk and my embarrassment exponentially subsided.
His growls vibrated right through the layers of paint and drywall—sliding their way under my shirt, swirling around my perked nipples before bolting straight down to my fingertips, coaxing them to push deeper into my heat. Squeezing my thighs together and arching my back, I curled those digits and gasped out audibly. Feminine arousal leaked from my center and down the crease where my ass met my thighs. Everything was so slippery. I’d made a mess of myself within seconds. Not to mention, the pornographic squelch of my fingers echoed shamelessly beyond the slick walls of my cunt.
If Harry’s spit-covered palm was loud enough to hear over the white noise, then I knew the splashy reservoir between my legs was audible too.
Another series of grunts and huffs sounded beyond the wall behind me and the white noise machine was switched off. I retracted my fingers and slid them up and down my slit, teasing myself and picturing Harry rubbing the head of his dick along my entrance. My brow pinched hedonistic agony. Oh, God, did I want him inside me…I needed something…anything…
With my less-saturated hand, I reached over to open my bedside drawer and lifted the lower compartment to retrieve the silk satchel that encased my dildo. My sticky-slick fingers fumbled impatiently with the ties until the toy comically launched out of the bag and bounced itself smack down onto the inside of my splayed thigh. I could just picture Harry laughing at my lack of grace even though he was busy with his own deeds next door. The thought of Harry teasing me about the dildo made me blush a bit, and I smiled to myself, imagining his hand reaching out to brush my hair out of my face, his pupils dilating as he’d sit on his knees next to the bed and lean over me until his lips grazed my ear…
Be a good girl and show me what filthy things you do with this, Bunny…Show me where it goes…Show me how you fuck yourself…
I hadn’t realized I’d done it again. I’d gotten lost in that depraved little world of mine, and I whimpered aloud in response to the Imaginary Harry who was speaking in my fantasy, “Y-you want me to fuck my pussy for you, Daddy?” Maybe it was the Imaginary Harry again, but I could’ve sworn that I heard a silky British voice nearby react, “Goddd…dammit, Bun’…Ugh, fuuuck, yes. Fuck that sweet little pussy f’me, baby, holy shit…”
Laying back down, I brought the silicone cock up to my lips and sucked it into my mouth. I slowly bobbed my head on it and soaked it with my saliva after deepthroating it several times. The sloppy blowjob I gave to my dildo seemed to have been loud enough to be heard by Harry next door, as he voiced out, “Oh my god, Y/N…I wanna fuck that pretty mouth.”
I pulled it away from my tongue, a string of drool dripping from the tip, and rubbed the head of the toy against my sensitive clit whilst I responded, bringing me right back to where I needed to be. 
“Mmhh, but you can’t put a baby in me that way, Daddy.”
My own eyes widened and I gasped. I couldn’t believe I’d actually fucking said that.
“Shit! Ughh…Ahh…Ughhhh…Fuck you, Bunny…Almost made me…c-come…Christ—Ohhh, fuck me…”
With my free hand, I sucked on my index finger and let my eyes flutter closed as I pulled it out from my lips, trailing it down my neck, all the way to my breasts. Groping myself as best as I could with the rest of my hand, I used my forefinger to tease my nipple whilst the dildo swirled and swiped around my slickened slit. My breathing picked up quickly. The dildo had eventually disappeared inside my clenching hole. The only audible sounds I remember hearing were those of my own—my high-pitched gasps, the pornographic swishing and squelching of the dildo fucking my drenched cunt, the wet flicking noises of my fingers moving rapidly against my clit…I don’t even remember how loud Harry was at that point, I was too focused on my fantasy—my fantasy with him—to notice. I was so focused, in fact, that I had once again lost all sense of self-control and consciousness, succumbing to whatever had come naturally to me at the time and practically singing out my song of ecstasy for the whole goddamn neighborhood.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…Harry, please. I need your cum…Oh, god, please come inside me. Fuck all your cum d-dee–oh g…–ah! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”
As I begged for my climax, Harry seemed to have been on the edge of his orgasm as well.
“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna kill me, Y/N…You want me to fill you up? Be my little breeding bunny? God…You dirty girl…Fuuuck…oh fuck, I’m gonna come…”
“Yes! Yes, Daddy! I can take it! Please! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Aaahhh!”
I unraveled with a squeak followed by a series of breathless sobs, my hands, wrists, and arms working frantically and my eyes rolled back whilst the kaleidoscope of pleasure poured through my body. Immediately after my explosion, I collapsed like a ragdoll with the dildo slowly pushing out of me, and my fingers slipping around on my clit to prolong my high. As my breathing recovered, I listened to the tail-end of the orgasm taking place from Harry’s side of the wall.
“Holy shit…Fucking take all of it f’me, babe—ohhhh, yeah…uhh-uuggh…mmhh…hm…Damnit…’So much…I wish all this was inside you, Bunny…fucking hell…”
I’d slept like a rock once I finally passed out. I wasn’t even worried about what would come the next morning. Nah, I had the upper hand on this one for once. As a bratty submissive, I’d gotten used to being teased and controlled. What an interesting feeling to exist on the other side. God, it felt fucking fantastic. Unfortunately for Harry, he wasn’t as confident…or at least that was what I’d been able to interpret in the days following. Nights after the first one, I’d carry on fucking my cunt until I was physically too exhausted to move my pretty little hands anymore. I swear I’d heard Harry finish at least thrice in one night once. (Impressive, Styles.) As for myself…well, I usually lost count.
That first morning, I awoke with sore arms, a rogue dildo laying on the floor, my limbs tangled inside my sheets, yet a ridiculous smile was perma-glued onto my sleepy, orgasm-spent face. I tried my best to tone it down, as I didn’t want to prance around the house like I’d just risen from a deep sleep induced by a gazillion-and-one pulsating firecrackers of pleasure. Too obvious, you know? Had to act nonchalant. Unbothered. 
Who was I kidding—I was the most chalant person I knew. Harry would see right through that charade. But there honestly wasn’t much need for pretending on my part since Harry had actively avoided any and all eye contact with me anyway. I’d never seen the man be so meek. It was truly a sight. 
Things would eventually loosen up as the days progressed, especially if it was a work day which meant Harry had an excuse to be miles away from me for several hours. It was somewhat of a bummer because I thoroughly enjoyed this sampling of power I newly held over the man. I reveled in the way our typical roles would reverse the mornings after our little bedtime serenades. They weren’t a nightly occurrence, as I preferred to keep him on his toes; however, they’d happen often enough that I tended to daydream in the middle of my work meetings. I’d even begun to retreat to my bedroom an hour or so earlier in the evenings, giving Harry some lame excuse like tiredness or a headache. In reality, it was me signaling that I needed to get myself off sooner rather than later. Whenever I’d announce my departure, I could feel how much he’d been aching for it all day, too. Harry eventually utilized the same approach to speed up the fulfillment of his own needs. I’d changed up my tempo, my method of pleasure, the filth of my words, even my own positions whilst touching myself. It seemed like it had become almost like a routine for him to wait for me to fall into bed late in the evening. (Yet another one for me to be distracted by…) 
Nothing’s changed. I still imagine that he patiently lays atop his soft duvet with an anxious throb booming against his eardrums…That minutes will go by with him training his ear to follow each soft pad of my feet. And then I shut my door. I waste no time before diving my pretty fingers inside the waistband of my underwear and playing with my sensitive little petal—allowing all the filth to freely escape my lips. And every single time we do this, I’m in my room picturing him naked from the waist down, one hand eagerly pumping his dripping length whilst the other massages his balls and perineum. To this day, the waves of simultaneous pleasure are still trapped only by the few measly layers of drywall that stand in between us.
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I know, I know…it’s been a while…but I’m back:-) and this isn’t the end of Harry’s Home—the final part is basically finished, but I wanted to post this chunk of it since I’d been kind of neglecting my account for months now. I hope y’all like it! Xoxo ~ Régan 💋
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harry-styles-obsessed · 7 months
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can you write something about harry bringing his newborn daughter to the studio and showing her everything <33
Thank you for the request!!! I’m so sorry for how long it took! I hope this is what you were looking for! <3
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Daddy-daughter day
“Babe,”
Harrys voice was stern as he looked at you “you stay in bed. You need to rest…” he saw the look of reluctance on your face, a soft smile tugging at his lips “no buts baby.” You pouted your lips and he chuckled “sweetheart… you need rest. You’ve just pushed a baby out of you. You shouldn’t be on your feet at all. Rest, alright? Im gonna take Delilah to the studio… keep her busy. And when I get back home we can watch a movie together okay?” He smiled and as you nodded he leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips “good… don’t move. Got it?” He gave you a stern look and you rolled your eyes “fineee,” he chuckled before kissing your forehead “I love you. The leftovers from dinner last night are in the fridge okay..” “Harry you don’t need to baby me I’m okay” you whined playfully and he chuckled “shh, stay in bed. If you don’t I will know about it…” he let out a soft laugh soon followed by a laugh from you too and he kissed you again, “I love you so much.”
You watched in adoration as he moved to Delilah who was laying in her crib, his ring adorned hands wrapping around the newborn as he slowly lifted her up into his arms. The child was still asleep, letting out some baby sounds as he shifted her into the crook of his elbow- keeping her safe and secure in his embrace “I love you. I’ll see you later on okay? If you need anything call me.” He said before he left, a small smile remaining on your lips before you exhaled happily as you carefully laid down, relaxing as you attempted to fall back to sleep knowing your body needed to recuperate from what it had endured.
Harry walked out to the car, Delilah still in his embrace, his free hand holding the small car seat he was going to strap her into. He opened the door easily before placing the car seat in, strapping it in, before he looked down at Delilah “we going on a car trip hm sweetheart? Yeah? Gonna have fun with daddy? Yeah…” he smiled lovingly down at her before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before carefully lowering her down into the car seat. The baby’s eyes were now open, tiredly looking up at her daddy as he strapped her into the car seat making sure she was all safe and sound before covering her up with the small baby blanket, tucking it just underneath her chin and arms to cocoon her “we gonna have some fun today, hm sweetheart?” The man asked an adoring look on his face as he smiled stroking his knuckle against her soft cheek before he smiled, shutting the door quietly before getting into the car himself, he strapped himself in, tattooed arm stretching out to grab a hold of a disk ‘cartoon theme tunes’ sure it sounded stupid but you and Harry had found that cartoon theme tunes soothed the little girl. Especially the scooby doo theme tune. Delilah just seemed to adore it for some unknown reason…. He slid the disk into the radio area before putting the music on before Harry started the car up, driving all the way to the studio. He was excited to introduce Delilah to Mitch and the others.
✯at the studio✯
Harry had Delilah in his embrace, wandering into the small but not too small studio. Mitch was already in the studio a warm smile on his lips “look who it is..” he spoke with a soft chuckle “hey man,” Harry spoke Mitch looking down at Delilah with adoring eyes poking a finger against the child’s stomach “hello you,” he gently tickled her stomach with his pointer finger the small child attempting to analyse Mitch a clear look of confusion and bewilderment on the little girls face.
“Im not staying long.. just thought id give y/n a little lie in and come show Delilah the studio.” Harry explained as he slowly walked with the small child in his embrace walking up to a microphone “look baby girl,” he pointed at the microphone- the baby gurgling and making the usual baby sounds, kicking her arms and legs about. Harry tapped the top of the microphone to make sure it was off before he picked it up “you know, your daddy doesn’t have a good friendship with microphones. It’s a love hate sort of relationship.” Mitch teased with a smirk earning a playful glare from Harry. But Mitch wasn’t wrong, Harry constantly was losing his microphone or tripping over his microphone stand whilst on stage. It was fairly humiliating. “Bet your ass I’m going to tell her that again when she’s old enough to understand.” Mitch chuckled out Harry smirking and rolling his eyes, he showed Delilah some more things- the piano, the soundproof box that Harry would often record in and some other instruments, Delilah’s eyes wide and full of wonderment as she watched her daddy show her it all. As he continued walking about chatting about random things to the little girl he eventually fell silent as he heard the gentle snores of Delilah.
“Oh you’re really that boring huh?” The voices of his band teased and he rolled his eyes “I guess you all aren’t that exciting.” He retorted but really they were all just teasing each other. “I just know she’s going to be like you Harry… she’s gonna have a well good voice.” Sarah said smiling and Harry nodded his head “yeah, unless she sounds like y/n… she sounds like a screaming cat.” “Harry! Im gonna tell the poor woman you said that! She just pushed out a baby! Give her some lenience!” He laughed softly “I’m just kidding. I love her really. But yeah… I’ll see you guys later on. I’m gonna get this one home. She needs her milk and probably wants her mummy.” He spoke, allowing his friends to hold Delilah for a while before he eventually bid his goodbyes and left to the car.
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Once at home Harry was greeted by you a playful annoyed look on your face “so I sound like a screaming cat huh?” You asked, Harry smirking his dimples appearing “no. I was just kidding…” he spoke placing the baby carrier down before wrapping his arms around you pressing multiple kisses to your lips “besides you’re supposed to be resting… not up on your feet. Go on and relax. I’ll make you something nice. And then we can cuddle. Hot chocolate, coffee… tea?” He spoke, which in your opinion sounded wonderful a soft smile tugging at your lips…. “Surprise me” you giggled out the man smiling and nodding as he walked to the kitchen humming to himself “y/n you better be sat down and wrapped in a blanket otherwise imma make you sit down.” He spoke making you laugh softly. Oh how he was an idiot… but he was your idiot. And you adored him so very much. He was someone everyone wanted and luckily you had him all to yourself and you couldn’t be more grateful.
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gurugirl · 1 month
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Ex-Boyfriend's Dad!Harry
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ex-boyfriend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship au
Series Warnings: explicit content, smut (including anal, rough blow jobs), age gap, angst, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, choking, slight degradation, use of small implements (collar and leash, anal plug)
Coming soon to Tumblr! All parts to be posted on Patreon first.
Based on these requests: Here Here Here Here Here (there are more in my #into the drafts tag but y'all get the hint - this was heavily requested 🖤)
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Part 1 (8.2k words) TEASER
After you break up with your boyfriend, his dad, Harry, stops by your apartment to drop off a few of your things. But that's not all he's there to bring you.
Part 2 (10.8k words) TEASER
Harry wants to show you what you've been missing if you'll let him. OR The filthy smutty one
Part 3 (8.3k) TEASER
You get to try things with Harry you never had the chance to before but the more you get to know him the more of him you want. And that's a problem.
Part 4 (10k) TEASER
You and Harry are both missing each other and despite Tyler's sudden interest in talking to you, Harry's determined to finish what you both started.
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halucynator · 5 months
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Mattheo x shy!eader( Female if possible) Where she wants to get a piercing/tattoo but she's very scared to. Mattheo comforts her and helps her pick out the piercing/tattoo design. Also the piercing can be anywhere you choose.
Now or never
Hii! So sorry I totally forgot about this request xx thank you sm for waiting!! I love this idea <3 this is a short blurb bc if I extended it it'd be a drag. I might make a longer version if uni gives me the time lmao
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of needles, not proof read and my writing lmao
Also I totally have no idea what a piercing place is called so excuse me using "piercing studio" to describe it if you know the word PLEASE tell me I beg of you. And in my heart mattheo is the type of person who pretends to like to be lonely but actually hates it and fears it.
Summary: reader decides to get a piercing. her somewhat rational, mild fear of needles doesn't help.
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You stepped into the piercing studio, immediately regretting your decision. As you see that all the staff are busy, you take that as a sign to leave the place. As you turn around you bump into someone. Oh right. Mattheo came with you do you wouldn't chicken out like the last 6 times you went.
"Where are you going?" He asked "the piercing studio is here"
"oh erm they're overbooked." you said
"don't you have an appointment already for 5?" He question.
"yeah but I don't want to bother them" you replied pretending to be nonchalant.
"alright y/n what's really going on?" he asked fed up of your crap.
"okay fine you want the truth? I'm gonna sound so pathetic. I hate needles and this is probably gonna be really painful and this is not my first time coming here and trying to leave because I'm a coward and don't have the guts to get my helix pierced."
"woah woah. Slow down. You're not a coward! Everyone has fears!" Mattheo said trying to comfort you.
"you don't."
"yes. I do."
"oh and what's that?"
"erm i-" Mattheo's voice dropped down to a whisper. He hesitated before saying "I am afraid of being lonely"
"that's not irrational." You said.
"neither is a fear of needles. it's sharp. It's painful. But you can't hide from it forever." Mattheo said. "if you want it, go for it. it's now or never"
Hearing Mattheo's reassuring words you entered the shop and got your helix piercing. To your suprise it didn't hurt that much.
"oh that's beautiful" mattheo replied at your choice of piercing. "Did it hurt"
"not as much as I thought."
Mattheo's previous words of encouragement ringed in your head and you did something else that you were trying to hide from.
"Mattheo i- thanks." You said. And then "I like you" you blurted it out as if it wasn't a big deal.
"y-you do?" He questioned.
"yeah and I've been hiding from it and I think it's dumb but I didn't want to wreck our friendship and-" before you could finish your sentence and process what was happening, Mattheo's lips were on yours.
Sometimes in life you just have to go for it. It's now or never.
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cupid-styles · 6 months
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the punishment
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an extra for this one-shot about sugar daddy harry
in which mia is craving attention from her boyfriend, but she goes about it the wrong way.
content warnings: smut ! (spanking, dirty talk, harry being a mean dom, ruined orgasm, breeding kink, light bondage, spitting)
word count: 2.2k
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talk to me
Mia can be a brat.
Harry knows this — it's not a new revelation, and he probably realized it the first time they met when she fired back sarcastic comments about him having a bad dating profile.
(In hindsight, she was absolute right, as she is about many things, but he'll never admit that. At least not for right now.)
They've only been seeing each other for around two months and properly dating for one, but Mia is a creature of habit and he's gotten to know her quite well. She's always cranky after a late afternoon or evening class, she gets a headache when she's hungry, if she drinks more than three glasses of wine without any water in between, she's ending the night with her head in the toilet.
Harry doesn't mind any of these things — he's actually really enjoyed getting to learn the things that make her her, and even if he's holding her hair back with her knees pressing into the heated floors of his bathroom, he adores her.
He really, really adores her.
That's why he's all but clamoring into her apartment, eyes wide with concern, his fist rapidly hitting the wood — because while she was waiting for him to come over, his pretty, lovely Mia is walking around in nothing but a baby tee and a slinky pair of white underwear, and he can see her straight through her window.
Harry considers himself to be well-versed on the threat of violence against women, so he's immediately pounding on the door, demanding she open it. When she does, she swings it open with a look of confusion, still in the same scraps of fabric that barely cover her body. He hisses out and nearly pushes her through the doorframe, slamming it behind them.
"Mi, your fucking curtains are open," he sneers, brushing past her and straight to her living room. He grabs the fabric and pulls them closed, a scowl on his face when he turns around to look at her. 
She's standing behind him with her arms crossed, tucked under her breasts just enough to push them up. 
"Okay," Mia replies with a shrug, "Are you done?"
Harry furrows his eyebrows, a crease forming between them as he glances back at her now covered window. Is he hallucinating? Why isn't she concerned? 
"What are you talking about? Mia, someone could have seen you—"
"Yeah, you did."
"Exactly, but it could've been someone more dangerous than me and you could've gotten hurt—"
"But I didn't."
He huffs in annoyance and steps closer to her, trying to read her expression through his own squinted eyes. 
"No, you didn't. But I don't want you prancing around your house with the windows open so some weird perv can watch you. Especially when you're wearing... that."
Mia tilts her head to the side, her lips slightly pursed. "Wearing... what? My pajamas?"
"Those aren't your pajamas, Mia." 
He's growing increasingly frustrated with her, not understanding why she's fighting him on every little thing, even if it doesn't make sense.
And then it clicks.
She's doing it on purpose.
She wants to be punished.
"I don't get why you're being so conservative," Mia says with a roll of her eyes, "Maybe if my boyfriend actually paid attention to me, I wouldn't have to try to get it from weird pervs."
Harry's eyebrows shoot up and he surges forward, his form towering over hers. He grabs her by the hips, his fingertips slipping underneath the tight waistband of her underwear. He pulls at the fabric, holds it, and then lets it snap against her skin. She gasps in surprise, but refuses to back down — he can see it in her eyes, she only wants to continue challenging him.
"Is that what you want?" Harry snarls, ducking down so he's at eye level with her, "Attention from strangers you've never met instead of your sweet, loving boyfriend that buys you whatever you want?" 
His hands travel around to her ass, cupping and massaging the soft flesh. Goosebumps raise over her arms and legs at his low tone, her eyes rounding out as he grabs at her skin. 
"No answer?" he continues, clicking his tongue against his the roof of his mouth, "No? Nothing? You don't wanna admit to me that you know how I sweet I am on you, huh? Remember when I bought you all that makeup you wanted last weekend? And what about the massage I scheduled for you when you were feeling tense from school, hm?" 
Mia opens and shuts her mouth, her words dry in her throat every time she goes to answer. Of course she knows how much Harry does for her—how much attention he gives her in a million different ways. But the longer he paws at her ass, arousal quickly dampening the white fabric covering her modesty, she finds that it's impossible for her to verbalize anything, entirely too swept away in Harry's dominance.
"What, you don't wanna be such a brat now?" he pushes, one of his hands moving up the length of her back. He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls, his grasp tight as Mia lets out a wet gasp.
"I'm not a brat," she finally mutters out, teeth grit from the slight bite of pain at the base of her skull, "You just don't how to fuck me, is all."
"Now, I know you're not that fucking dumb," Harry hisses, angling his face closer to hers so that they're almost nose-to-nose. "I know you're just feeling bratty and you want my attention, so I'll give you one chance to apologize. Now."
They both know there's not a chance in hell she's saying she's sorry.
He releases her head and shakes his own, using his newly free hand to grab her jaw. "Open."
She doesn't.
"Mia, open your fucking mouth."
Harry swears her lips pull even tighter together.
"You're an absolute menace, you know that?" he mutters. She's not sure what's she's expecting—she knows she's being the absolute worst right now, grating every last ounce of his patience—but it's certainly not his spit landing on the surface of her lips, a wicked smirk on his face, as if to say I-fucking-told-you-so.
"Lick it up," he simply instructs, removing his hands from her body. She does as she's told, nervous bouts of energy firing through her as her tongue peeks out of her mouth to get rid of his saliva. It's dirty and demeaning but so, so good. 
While she does that, he makes a move to remove the leather belt slung around his hips. They've experimented with the belt a few times, but nothing more than a few swats to her thighs or bum — it's intense, and after a few hits, it becomes unenjoyable. 
So she's expecting that, but instead he sits down on the couch and pats his thighs. Silently, she complies, prepared to straddle his waist. 
"No." he says curtly, nudging her body away with his knee, "Tummy down, ass out."
Mia swallows and nods, slowly lowering her body over the length of the couch. She stretches her torso across Harry's lap with her bum fitting just below his thigh. Once she's settled — with no help from Harry, may she add — she feels him wrap the leather around the thick of her thighs, securing it tightly with the metal buckle. She gasps at the roughness of it; how he's just manhandling her like some kind of doll, the arousal leaking from her pussy smearing between the insides of her legs.
"Why did you have me come over if you just wanted to be a naughty little brat?" Harry asks, his palm finding the globes of her ass, rubbing over them softly.
"I don't know." she mumbles as she crosses her elbows under her chin.
Suddenly, his hand disappears, and just as quickly it's back, a harsh smack sounding through the room as it comes down on her ass. 
"Oh!" she exclaims, flinching slightly at the surprise of pain. 
"Give me an actual answer, pet."
Mia swallows nervously and rolls her lips into her mouth. "I... I missed you."
"You missed me?" Harry scoffs from above, "So you thought that was the best way to get my attention?"
"We've both been so busy with work and school... jus' wanted your attention, daddy."
He sighs and trails his fingertips up her spine. She allows her eyes to flutter shut at the gentle touch, a reminder that even if he could be mean and punishing, he was still her Harry.
"I know, you're right," he eventually murmurs, moving his hand up to her hair and stroking it, "I know we haven't seen each other much lately and I'm sorry for that."
Mia doesn't reply to that, instead shifting her position slightly, her thighs starting to feel irritated from the constriction of the leather.
"But you know there are better ways to communicate that to me than doing what you did," Harry continues, forming her hair into a loose braid as he speaks, "Your safety and happiness is my number one concern. Always. And I'm not happy that you put your safety at risk just to get my attention."
"I know," she whispers. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are. You're my sweet girl, I know you didn't mean it." He keeps his voice low, his chest vibrating with his words as his other hand dips below the waistband of her underwear, plucking at the thin fabric. "Still gonna have to punish you, though." 
Mia makes a hmph sound and he smirks, snapping the waistband again. 
"Thought you were doing being bratty. Are you gonna take your punishment like a good pet?"
She can hear the taunting tone in his voice without having to turn around and see his impish face. Even though she's craving his touch, quickly becoming desperate to have his hands on every inch of her skin, she knows disobeying him won't get her anywhere — at least not now, after she's made a scene he won't let her forget. 
"Answer me, pup." His words are punctuated by a firm slap across her right ass cheek, a gasp falling from her lips. The quick sting feels good, especially since she knows it's coming from her lover. 
"Yes, daddy." Mia replies, pressing her thighs together.
"There's my good girl," he says through a low voice, smacking her left cheek this time, "Now, what are you gonna do the next time you want my attention? The next time you're missing me and thinking of being naughty?"
"Gonna tell you," Mia winces as he delivers another blow. "Not gonna be bad, gonna communicate."
"That's right." 
The slaps come faster after that; he counts out 10 but her mind grows fuzzy somewhere around 8, when her skin feels hot to the touch and she's sure the imprint of his hand is clear as day on her ass. The thought makes her core flutter. 
"Good job, baby," Harry murmurs, smoothing his hand over her lower back. He uses the other to unbuckle the belt and she hears it tumble to the floor. "You did so good."
She hums, crossing her ankles behind her, "Am I done being punished?"
"Hmm, what do you think?" Harry gently tugs her up so she's on her knees, splitting her thighs to pull them over his waist, "Do you think you deserve some pleasure now? Or should I make you watch daddy just jerk himself off instead?"
A whimper scratches its way out of her throat as she shakes her head, eyes wide.
"No? You don't think I should just tuck my cock into those pretty little pussy lips? Rut against you until I cum all over my pussy?" He presses soft kisses along her jaw and up to her ear as he speaks, a juxtaposition from his dirty words. "And instead of letting you play with my cum the way I know you love... I'll just shove my fingers inside to make sure it sticks, hm? No orgasm, just get you knocked up, all swollen with daddy's cum."
"F-fuck," Mia mewls just as Harry raises his thigh ever so slightly, just enough to brush up against her sensitive clit. Her hips stutter; she's expecting him to scold her but he doesn't, and so she rolls them once more, the smallest bit of pleasure electrifying her entire body. 
"Does that turn you on, puppy?" Harry whispers against the shell of her ear, making her jaw drop as she ruts her pussy over his thigh once more, "Having an older man get you pregnant? Make you a mumma? Gorgeous girl with a swollen belly full of daddy's cum, hm?"
"Daddy," she moans, ducking her head back. The stimulation between his words and his muscular thigh is almost too much. She feels like she's close to exploding, every cell in her body erupting into stars. 
"You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?" He presses with a dark chuckle, "Should've known from the second I set my eyes on you, going on a date with someone so much older. Just wanted my cock the whole time. Wanted a real man who could take care of you and get you pregnant."
She's moving her hips impossibly fast against his leg now, the layers of fabric doing nothing to stop the bliss quickly zipping through her body. 
"I'm gonna— I'm gonna—"
"You're gonna what?" Harry mocks, the sudden feeling of his fingers denting her hip bones making her eyes snap open, "I know you're not gonna say you're coming, puppy."
Mia's jaw drops, her pussy clenching at the orgasm that could have (should have) been. She stutters through an attempt at words but she's too surprised, the evil smirk on Harry's lips distracting her. 
"Think that's enough of that for today," he says, tapping her legs once as a wordless request to get up. "Have you eaten? I'm starving."
As Harry trails into the kitchen to look through the contents of her fridge, Mia stays frozen on the couch. 
Oh, she was going to get him back for this one. 
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Summary: Day 2, part 2. Harry is on a high sex drive, and Y/n is on the receiving end.
Word count: 1.8k
Pairing: dom!daddy x adult daughter (both consenting adults)
Content: aftercare, nudity, some sexy pancake eating, nipple sucking, sex on kitchen counter, butt plug, shibari (breast bondage), breeding kink
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As soon as he pulled everything out from my holes, I fell face first and passed out. I woke up at 12 pm, naked and sore. I touched my ass and felt sorensess and a dull ache. But also, Daddy had applied cream to my ass.
I got up, careful not to sit down, and reached for my clothes. I put my bra on, and reached for my tshirt. Suddenly, he came up behind me and held my waist.
"Tsk, tsk, what are you doing, Y/n?"
"Wearing my clothes. Wh-Why?"
He began to carass my breasts through the bra, and the other hand went to my pussy.
"I believe you made an offer yesterday, and now you're forgetting."
He pushed his finger inside, and rubbed my folds with his other fingers. I threw my head back to rest on his shoulders and closed my eyes.
"Hm?"
"You made an offer, sweetheart"
"I-I don't remember, daddy" I moaned as he twisted his finger inside, thrusting it slowly.
"You said that if I let you cum, you will stay naked for the whole day today, giving daddy access to your holes whenever he wanted."
I opened my eyes in realisation. I'd said that in the heat of the moment, not fully intended on keeping it. But, he was going to make sure I kept it.
"But, daddy, I-"
"Nope, I won't hear anything. You shouldn't make promises you can't keep."
Saying that, he pulled his fingers back, and wiped them on my thighs, even though I was so close to coming.
"No-I was so close, please"
"You don't keep your promises, so won't I"
"Okay, I-I will do it."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"Right, so I'm gonna go grab some supplies. Get naked." With that, his touch disappeared, and so did he.
He came back after a few minutes, with rope and a butt plug. What was he going to do to me?
"What are those for?"
"This,is for something special. The plug is for your ass, of course." He brought them to the bed. Throwing them beside me,
He made me sit in the edge, and carassed my nipples.
"This is shibari rope. It is used to tie patterns with rope on your body."
"And, you're using it on me?"
"Yes, of course. do you not like it?"
"I don't really know about this so.."
"Okay. Let's make a deal. I will use this on you, and if you like it, you will stay like this till tonight. If you don't, I'll open it and won't talk about it ever again."
"Okaay. Yes, daddy."
He picked up the rope and tied a knot on my neck, above my breasts. He then patterned around my breasts, which made them pop out and look enhanced. He tied it around my breasts and torso to create a criss cross knot pattern across my stomach and back. He tied a knot above my belly button, and stepped back. There was still a long length left, and I wondered where it would go.
He picked up the plug, and told me to bend over the edge. I did, and he lubed up the plug.
He pushed it inside my ass, and it went in without much restriction.
He pulled me back up, and made me get on the bed on my knees. He took the two ends of rope and passed it between my legs loosely and tied it over the rope at my lower back. The rope was now secured, but it was loose between my legs.
"I am going to tighten it, and it might feel weird for a while, but just trust me." He said, and pulled the rope fully. The rope clung to my pussy, and went between my ass cheeks.
"Spread your legs a bit." I did, and he pushed the rope between my pussy lips, to rub against my clit. It also went over the plug, and pushed it further into my ass.
"Oh" I moaned, and fell forward on my hands. The rope was rubbing against my folds, and I just wanted to touch myself a little, and I would cum.
"See? Do you like it?"
"I-I do" I replied absent-mindedly, too focused on gyrating my hips against the rope.
"Stop, Y/n"
I involuntary stopped, looking at him with a pout.
"See? You like it. more than you thought you would. Now, lets go. You havent eaten anything since morning."
He walked out, and I followed him. He reached the dining table, though I did later than him, so as to not move the rope too much.
There was a plate of pancakes, that he might've made in the morning.
He sat in front on the plate.
"Where's mine?"
"This is yours"
"So, why are you sitting there?"
"I'll feed you. Come sit on daddy's lap."
I sucked in a breath as I followed his order, sitting on his lap with the support of his shoulders. He brought the plate and kept it between us. Pouring syrup, he cut out a triangle and fed it
I ate it quickly, starving since morning. He fed me a few more bites, and then, on the next one, he dropped some syrup on my breast "accidentally".
I breathed out, as he reached down quickly with his tongue to lick it off. He pulled my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting them. I threw my head back, working up way too fast since he had left me high and dry before. I began to grind my core against the rope, and he grabbed my ass, halting my movements.
“Finish your food, Y/n” he said, and fed me rest of the pancakes. After we were done, he pushed the plate back on the table and I got off his lap. He got up and turned me over. Bending me over against the table, he opened up the rope on my pussy, and pushed himself in. I gasped and moaned, resting my head against the tabletop, as he took me a second time.
After coming for two and three rimes, I was mostly in bed that day, and the ropes had started to dig into my skin till the evening.I had to make dinner, so I went downstairs, put on an apron, and started cooking.
I had headphones on, and was dancing to the music, and didn’t realise when he came up behind me.
“That’s a nice slut. She lets you punish her, paddle her, and then bend her over the table and wreck her. All is done, and she’ll make dinner for you”
He grabbed my ass, and began to fiddle with the plug, as the pointed end brushed my insides. I kept the spoon down and put my hands on the counter.
“I’ve fucked you twice already, and still you’re begging for it. Such a whore for my cock.” He pulled out the plug, and the put it back in, torturing me as he did it slowly. Pulling back till the widest part, and holding it on the rim. He did that a few times, till I was wet again and dripping down my thighs.
He spanked my ass, making me come and come back to reality. He pulled the apron back and walked away.
When dinner was made, he was attending a call. So, I gave him his food in his study and ate by myself at the dining table.
I cleaned up and went to my room, exhausted.
The ropework was still on me, and my breasts were sore to touch. I was hoping he would come back and open them, so I could sleep peacefully.
I was about to drift off, when I felt a palm caress my sore breasts. He had eaten and came back behind me, holding my body close to his.
"You okay?"
"Mmhmm, just my breasts are a bit sore."
He brushed his fingers on my nipples, pinching them. I let out a hiss, and he put his hand back on my stomach. He started to lower his hands further. Before he could reach my pussy, I stopped him.
"Daddy, I'm so sore."
"Aww, my baby is sore. Then who's gonna take care of daddy's cock?"
He thrusted forward, and his hard cock digging between my ass cheeks.
"I-I will, daddy."
"Good girl"
With that, he flipped me over, my ass in the air. He started to undo the rope, and after a few pulls and tugs, it was undone. He threw it on the floor.
I felt a weird relief. My breasts were free, and my back was now sore.
He pulled the plug out and threw it aside. Pulling my cheeks apart, he entered my pussy in one swift motion.
He thrusted into my pussy, and then into my ass, ruining both of my holes. One thrust up and another down. The plug rubbing against my ass the whole day had stretched me out, and he used the cream from my pussy to slide right in. He alternated between them, and I came in no time.
He also got close quickly, the soft and warm walls of my pussy and my tight ass doing wonders on his cock. He was about to come, and he slowed down to edge himself.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked them back, his mouth brushing against my ear.
"Do you know why I never use a condom when I fuck this tight little pussy of yours? Why I always dump my cum inside you?"
"No, daddy"
"Because I want it to catch. I wanna get you pregnant. Watch your belly grow, and your breasts swell up and leak milk. I wanna knock you up, Y/n"
I shivered. I'd never thought about it, just started to take the pill since he had sex with me.
"But it doesn't catch, and I don't know why."
I was scared after his admission that he wanted to get me pregnant. If I told him I was on the pill, he would get mad at me, and probably ruin the perfect week ahead of us.
"No, I-I don't daddy."
"I'll fuck my come into you today. Deep into your little pussy and then put a plug maybe. I wanna make sure it catches."
He resumed his rhythm, now desperately chasing his high. Within minutes, he was coming inside me, pushing his load deep into my pussy. Even after he had emptied himself, he didn’t pull back before thrusting it further. He started to become soft, and then pulled out.
"Unfortunately, I don't have a plug for your little pussy. Guess I'll have to buy one."
With that, he pulled the comforter back on me and walked out of the room.
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