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My superhero
I was wondering whether you could do one where Harry consoles the baby and y/n at the same time? Or something along the lines of that! But I have also been craving long haired Harry so if possible could you do that? If not no worries! Only what you’re comfortable with. Thank you so much you’re amazing!!
Dad!harry x fem!reader + long haired!harry
You hadn’t ever experienced anything like this, neither had harry. You were both exhausted… incredibly sleep deprived yet you both managed to pull together rather than apart. You were always fearful that Harry would give up but he never did. He was the best boyfriend to ever even exist and you were so incredibly lucky to have someone like him to be by your side during this tough time.
The sudden loud screams and cries of your baby boy pierced through your ears, your eyes immediately opening glancing first to the clock… 3am slightly later than last night. He was sleeping slightly longer that was okay.. better. You took a deep breath instant tears coming to your eyes. You were so tired and not only that you were in pain from your healing body. A sudden hand however rested upon your shoulder “I’ve got him my love, rest… go back to sleep.” Your eyes moved to lock with your boyfriend, harry, his lips curved in his calm smile that you absolutely adored “but-“ “nuh uh.. no buts y/n. Rest.” He almost ordered you but in a calm gentle manner and you without even hesitating nodded and crashed back into the warmth of blankets your body curling up as you stuffed your face into the pillow. “Love you,” his words were soft as he brushed your hair back from your forehead pressing a kiss to your cheek as he smiled his long hair tickling against your skin as you let out a sleepy giggle “love you too.”
Harry soon made his way to the crib the crying baby was laid in and he lifted the wailing child up into his arms “hey… shhh… I’m here… daddy’s here.” He murmured to the newborn as he rocked him back and forth the child’s small fist immediately interlocking onto Harry’s hair, tugging curiously at his hair grasping at the brown curls but Harry didn’t mind his eyes full of adoration as he simply smiled finding it absolutely adorable the child’s cries still being there but slightly quieter now that he was being held. “C’mon let’s not stress mummy out any longer.” He said softly as he walked out of the bedroom keeping the baby in his arms, the small boy was named Billy, he had green almost blue eyes just like Harry’s. It was the first feature you had picked up on and you absolutely fell in love with it. The curly haired man was quick to make the newborn a bottle continuing to rock him back and forth in his embrace and once the bottle had been warmed up he tested the heat of it on his wrist and when it had cooled down to the right temperature he carried Billy, the bottle and a burping blanket into the living room as he sat down on the sofa. The small boy was curled up in Harry’s embrace his head resting on his chest as the child immediately began suckling on the nipple of the bottle his crying calming down as Harry closed his eyes letting out a soft gentle sigh, humming a little melody as he gazed down at the child his eyes full of nothing but love and adoration.
Soon enough the bottle was nearly empty, Billy’s eyes nearly closed and Harry smiled gently placing the blanket onto his shoulder before switching the child from being on his back to being on his front just so his mouth was against the blanket before he lightly began to pat the child’s back, burping him “shhh… shhh… I’ve got you baby boy… c’mon let’s make it nice and easy yeah? You burp and then you can sleep, promise. Hopefully you’ll sleep through the night then and let mummy and daddy sleep for at least a few hours yeah.. hm? Do we have a deal….” He whispered to the child his own eyes half closed as he was starting to dream of his bed, cuddling up to you… Harry continued to lightly rub the boys back in little circles patting occasionally. “Although I’m proud of you for sleeping an extra 45 minutes… you’re already growing up sweet boy.” He said softly the child’s hand grasping at Harry’s hair once again, as if it was something that helped ease him knowing his dad was right there and as soft whines and whimpers began to fall from the child who clearly was resisting sleep Harry positioned him so he was more comfortable in his embrace, the child’s fingers still gripping onto Harry’s long hair but Harry didn’t mind at all as he gazed into the child’s sleepy eyes as he began to hum to the boy… the humming soon turning into actual lyrics,
“You’re my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when sky’s are grey, you’ll never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away. The other night dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms when I awoke dear I was mistaken so I hung my head and cried… you’re my sunshine my only sunshine, you make me happy when sky’s are grey you’ll never know dear how much I love you please don’t take my sunshine away.”
He continued humming those words over and over again, sometimes whispering the lyrics out watching as the small newborns eyes soon closed completely, soft snores coming from the infant as Harry smiled “you’ll never know dear how much I love you….” He whispered out staying sat for a while and once he knew the child was asleep for certain he carefully stood up walking back into the bedroom where he carefully laid the child down, the child stirring for a second but Harry’s constant humming soothing him straight back into sleep. Harry made sure he was comfy and had his toys and teddy’s and blanket before he made his way back to bed slipping into the comfort of the bed his arms instantly wrapping around you again as he pulled you close your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he held you tight to his body “I’m here now… he’s gonna be asleep for a while… go to sleep yeah? I’ve got you.” He soothed into your ear and you smiled holding onto him tightly “you’re such an amazing mum baby… so amazing… you’re such an inspiration.” He then began lightly massaging his fingertips into your scalp as he began easing you into a sleep “mm… couldn’t do it without you.” You whispered and he smiled admiring you quietly before he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, he knew when you were half asleep you never listened but he didn’t mind. He found it cute. “Who’s your favourite superhero?” He soon asked making your tired self confused “captain sleep” you said sarcastically making him laugh softly, “mm sure” he said playfully watching as your eyes struggled to remain open his fingertips lightly drawing patterns into your back his fingers smoothing against your skin in the most comforting way. “Want to know who mine is?” He soon asked and you nodded sleepily not really caring. “You.” He whispered and you giggled out “don’t be silly…” you murmured “I’m not. I’m being deathly serious… you’re my favourite superhero… you’re my superhero” he said and if you had your eyes open you would’ve been in tears but instead you held onto him tightly cuddling into him “and you’re my superhero” you whispered to him a smile remaining on both of your faces as he cuddled you closer…. This was the life Harry had always pictured a happy calm life where he could love on you and make sure you knew just how worthy you were… the life where he could finally have the family he wanted. If he could choose he would choose to have you in every lifetime without a doubt… you were his main resource of happiness… you were his sunshine.
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CHASE EPILOGUE
A/n: get ready for some fluffy shit.
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“Hey Mumma” Harry smiles standing at the doorway of your sons room. You look up and smile at Harry as your now six month old suckled at your breast “uh oh, Theo, Daddy’s here for dinner time…and he looks very handsome” you whisper to your little boy who was looking up at you wide eyed as you cradle him close to your chest. Harry settled himself on the floor next to the rocking chair you were nursing in. This had been a regular nightly ritual since you had arrived home with little Theo, you would nurse him while Harry sat on the floor and read to Theo until he was sleepy.
Tonight however was a little different. Theo had had a late nap and was coming out to dinner with you and Harry to see some friends. Mitch and Sarah would be there with their son, Jeff and Glenne were also said to be coming and a few other friends of yours and Harry’s. You readjust Theo once he had finished feeding clipping your nursing bra back up pulling the sleeve of your dress back on properly.
Harry stands holding his arms out to take Theo, you gladly oblige and Harry begins burping Theo. Even though he was at an age where he didn’t need to be burped Theo had been having trouble with moving wind on his own, leading to some late and long nights for you and Harry trying to comfort your crying son. Once Theo has burped a couple of times and you had gotten yourself properly situated Harry reaches out to take your hand helping you up from the rocking chair. Once you were standing Harry kept holding your hand bringing it to his lips kissing the knuckle on your left hand where your engagement ring had been sitting for the last three months.
It was a surprise, even after Harry had told Theo of his intentions while he was still in your belly almost a year and a half ago. Harry’s proposal was perfect, he took you and Theo on a walk along the shoreline one evening and popped the question during golden hour, he was extra sneaky and asked Lloyd to hide out to get some photos of the family of three. These images and several other images of Theo were now dotted around the house, still leaving enough room for any other little pairs of feet that would come along in the future.
“You look absolutely delicious babe” Harry smiles leaning in to peck your lips a hand dropping to your waist before resting on your bum smirking at how the dress you had on hugged you perfectly but still allowed you to feed Theo “and you look so handsome H” you smile pecking his lips reciprocating his earlier movement before leaning over to kiss Theo’s cheek. “I still can’t believe we made him Y’know” you glance up at Harry smiling “he’s just so precious” you whisper leaning your head onto Harry’s shoulder. Harry leans down planting a kiss to your head “me too, I never thought I could love so hard” Harry smiles wrapping his arm around you as you both just admire Theo.
After a few minutes Harry kisses your head softly “we should get going” he whispers. You nod grabbing the nappy bag making sure it was stocked with everything you might need for the evening. Walking out to the car with Harry he buckled Theo into his car seat before holding your door open for you, you tuck your legs in and make sure Theo’s toys we within reach for him to play with. Harry starts the car before turning a little to admire you “hey” he says softly grabbing your attention “I love you” he smiles, you pout a little leaning over kissing Harry softly “I love you too H”.
Arriving to dinner you climb out of the car heading to the backseat getting Theo out from his car seat. You and Harry had opted not to use the stroller for the night just to save the hassle of taking a bulky stroller into the restaurant with you. You place Theo on your hip as Harry grabs his nappy bag placing a hand on you small of your back guiding you into the restaurant where Jeff and Glenne had already arrived. Harry heads over to Jeff hugging him first before moving to Glenne, you do the same but in the opposite order.
Things had remained a little odd between you and Jeff regardless of the amount of effort you put in he never seemed to really accept you as Harry’s partner, you thought this might have changed when you gave birth or at least when you and Harry got engaged but you were still holding out hope it would eventually change to a nice civil friendship. You wait for everyone else to arrive before order dinner and chatting away to everyone, Theo going between you and Harry and even Sarah and Mitch at one point. You always said to Harry you were lucky to have such a relaxed baby, who was mostly more than willing to go to anyone not necessarily always needing you or Harry. As long as he could see one of you he was happy.
You and Harry were both watching Theo with Pauli when you move to rest your hand on Harry’s knee “I love our family so much” you say softly resting your head on Harry’s shoulder “me too” he sighs happily “I still can’t believe we’ve been together two years” Harry smiles taking your hand in his you giggle a little “if someone told me two years ago that we would be engaged and have a baby now I probably would have said they were insane, but I wouldn’t change any of it, I love you so much Harry, I’m so excited to be your wife” you smile up at him leaning in to place a passionate but soft kiss to his lips.
You ate dinner together as one big Love On Tour family before long you had to head off to the bathroom to pump or at the very least express a little bit of milk to stop the aching in your breasts that was starting to make itself known. You kiss Harry’s cheek and Theo’s leaving him in the capable hands of his father for a while. On your return you bump into Jeff who was on his way to the bathroom. “Y/n” Jeff says causing you to turn to face him “I wanted to apologise for how I’ve treated you, it only dawned on me tonight how crappy I’ve really been, seeing Harry with Theo, you’ve done so much for him, he’s a better man and musician because of it, he adores you both so much y/n, he’s really enjoying the family time too. I can honestly say I’m happy that he slowed down to enjoy time with his family, not enough people do that” Jeff smiles. It was probably the first time you’d ever seen Jeff genuinely happy for you and Harry. “Thank you Jeff, that means a lot I never thought we could be so happy” you smile softly Jeff hugs your shoulder briefly “You know I used to think the same about myself and Glenne, I never thought we’d be happier than what we were when we were engaged, but when we got married it was like we got to a whole new level, even now we’re still so in love, I think seeing Mitch and Sarah and you and Harry has got us thinking about kids” he admits making you smile a little “they’re hard work but so worth it, I think you and Glenne would make amazing parents Jeff” Jeff let’s our a small chuckle and smiles “thanks sweetheart, I’ll let you get back to your boys” he smiles before walking away.
Heading back to the table you sit down next to Harry as Theo begins to fuss, Mitch and Sarah had tucked their little man into his stroller and were rocking him to sleep, you figured this was the best time to give Theo another little feed before bed. You sit down next to Harry who was watching cradling Theo talking to Lloyd and Mitch “sorry to interrupt” you whisper softly kissing Harry’s cheek “can I steal our baby for his last feed?” You ask snuggling closer to Harry’s side getting yourself comfortable as he hands Theo to you resting his hand on your leg just wanting to be close to you. You pop just enough of your breast out from your dress for Theo to latch on.
Out of the corner of your eye you spot Harry watching you. He moves to wrap an arm around you kissing your temple softly “almost ready for home Mumma?” He asks softly you look up at him and nod “I think Theo’s ready for home” you smile softly as you and Harry watch your little boy fighting sleep while he was feeding “I think Mitch and Sarah are getting ready to head off too” Harry says softly tucking a loose piece of hair out of your face you rest your head on Harry’s shoulder and melt into his hold a little.
“Jeff and I had a chat earlier” you mention glancing up at Harry briefly “I saw” he smiled “was it all ok?” He asks and you nod “yeah it was actually really nice to just talk to each other Y’know….I think seeing you with Theo got him clucky” you joke causing Harry to chuckle and smile before he responds “I think me seeing you with Theo has got me clucky” he smirks, you giggle and smile up at him “you really want another baby?” You ask. Harry shrugs a little “maybe not right this second, but maybe in the next year or two, I want to enjoy being a family of three and watching Theo grow for a little while” he smiles as Theo begins to fuss popping your nipple from his mouth.
Harry burps him which seemed to be his reason for fussing because before long he had fallen asleep on Harry’s chest. “Stay there” you smile grabbing your phone snapping a quick picture showing Harry who couldn’t help but grin “his cheeks are so cute” he chuckles “he looks like you H” you smile kissing his head softly before leaning over the peck Harry’s lips “we make adorable babies” Harry sighs “should we get him home to bed?” He asks, you nod and start to organise yourselves and say goodbye to everyone buckling Theo into the car and heading home, Harry’s hand resting on your thigh the whole drive home.
Once you arrive home you and Harry both head to Theo’s room tucking him into his crib for the night Harry comes up behind you tucking his hands around your waist kissing your cheek down to your jaw and to your neck before holding you close into his chest “did I mention how much I love you” Harry smirks against your cheek you giggle a little “everyday, but I love you too” you smile turning in his arms kissing him softly.
“Is Mumma ready for bed?” He asks against your lips, you shake your head a little “I think Mumma would like to spend some time with Daddy first” you smirk connecting your lips to Harry’s once more running your tongue over his bottom lip Harry’s hands move to the back of your thighs hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist carrying you back to the master bedroom you shimmy out of your dress when Harry lays you down and he stands at the end of the bed just admiring what was finally his “that’s my girl” he smirks before leaning in to kiss you again.
You felt so lucky and so loved. The chase was worth it.
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Harry mf styles is daddy
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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
The Unicorn Masterlist
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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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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Most pretty bunny 🐇💋🌹💦
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Father like son
Trigger warnings: nothing but fluff
“Babe!”
Harrys voice rang throughout the house “y/n! I can’t find Elijah’s right shoe- have you seen it anywhere?” He asked as you made your way into Elijah’s room carrying a vase full of flowers that Harry had bought you, you had filled them back up with water as you didn’t want them dying. You placed the vase onto Elijah’s bedroom windowsill. Elijah was your and Harry’s 6 year old little boy. He was the sweetest boy on earth who was most definitely a mummy’s boy. “It’s gone missing again?” You asked with a small smile and Harry nodded “yeah, no wonder though, his shoes are tiny” he said with a soft chuckle and you smiled gently “a second pair of eyes can easily solve the issue” you said grinning as you leaned down, “careful” Harry said his eyes filled with concern as he rested his hands on your hips- you were pregnant with your and Harry’s second child and he was 100 times more protective of you than he was before. “I’m okay” you shot a reassuring look at him as you stood up straighter handing him the missing shoe which had sneakily fallen under Elijah’s bed “what would I do without you hm?” He asked and you beamed up at him “probably spend a ton of money on new shoes for him” you teased playfully before pressing a kiss to his lips, Elijah running into the room beaming at Harry “dada, coat” he said bouncing up and down holding his coat in his hands and soon enough Elijah’s eyes settled on you his eyes lighting up as he dropped his coat sprinting towards you “mummy!” He yelled excitedly and you bent down carefully, smiling as you encircled your arms around him “morning sweetie” you gently brushed his hair back with your hand gazing down at him lovingly “did you sleep well?” You asked and he nodded smiling “I slept all the way through!” He yelled out throwing his arms up in the air happily “didn’t wet your bed either, tell mummy about that” Harry said helping Elijah put his coat on as the little boy beamed nodding his head “you did? Oh you’re such a big boy” you said smiling happily “I’m so proud of you honey” you said happily as you kissed all over his face making him squeal, little giggles falling from his mouth “uh huh! I was a big boy” he confirmed, beaming and you looked up at Harry smiling lovingly. Oh how you loved him.
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You held Elijah’s right hand and Harry held his left hand as you as a family of three… or four if you count the baby in your belly, decided to go for a walk. Your midwife had suggested to take walks to try and get baby moving, you didn’t overdo it but you did it when you felt up to it. “Fly! Fly!” Elijah suddenly exclaimed and you instinctively tightened your grip on your sons hand before you looked at Harry nodding and the both of you lifted Elijah up off of the floor watching as he swung back and forth and as his feet landed on the ground once again he jumped and you and Harry lifted him up, his happy squeals making your heart melt… this was the family you’ve always wanted. You had the perfect family. As you continued walking, you felt little cramps but paid no mind to it, your little girl was expected to be born in a few days time so you knew she would be moving and kicking more frequently so you didn’t worry too much about it. “You okay?” Harry asked quietly and you nodded smiling at him “im fine, just cramps” you assured and he nodded but you did notice how he kept a frequent eye on you but you didn’t mind knowing he was only taking care of you
“Can we go park?” Elijah asked looking up at you then to Harry “after we get some shopping little man, but only if mummy’s feeling okay still. Alright?” And after a few moments of thinking Elijah nodded, letting go of your and Harry’s hand as he ran off down the path but knew to not go too far. Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist “is little girl giving you trouble?” He asked looking at you lovingly and you let out a soft laugh looking at him briefly as you smiled but kept your focus on Elijah making sure he was still safe and close “a little bit… but not much. She’s just showing she’s getting too big for my belly….” You said smiling and he gazed down at you lovingly before he leaned down pressing a kiss to your forehead “you’re such an amazing mum.” He said gently and you smiled. Gods how did you land him? He was the best person ever.
“Can you hold Eli? I don’t want him getting lost in this supermarket” you said and Harry nodded “of course” he said. “Elijah, bear hug” Harry said opening his arms and he giggled running into his fathers arms giving him a massive hug, harry standing up straighter as he carried Elijah into the shop, you following close behind pushing a trolley.
“Daddy put me down… daddy,” he whined Harry looked down at him “okay but hold my hand.” He said placing his son down onto the ground, as Elijah immediately held onto his hand, Harry having to lean down ever so slightly to make sure he wouldn’t drag his son about or make his arm ache. As he got to the sweet section he let go of Elijah’s hand “okay you can pick three sweeties of your choice for doing so well in pre- school” Harry said and Eli immediately rushed at picking his sweets “Harry” you said grabbing his attention “I’m not joking around here but… I seriously think shes coming today” you said and Harry stared at you, shocked “wait really?” He asked and you nodded “uh huh… I’m not kidding.” You said letting out a shaky breath as you rubbed your belly repeatedly, “not right now but today for sure…” you said and Harry nodded “right, okay let’s go home, Elijah come on we-“ but he fell silent realising Elijah was no where to be seen, you held onto Harry’s hand tightly as he helped you walk, the weight on your body felt worse than ever. She was kicking about somersaulting- all sorts. She was going crazy or getting comfortable… you couldn’t quite decide which one.
“Don’t freak out H… he’s fine I’m sure. He’ll come back. He knows better” you assured and Harry nodded looking all over for your little boy. You continued breathing in deeply as you rubbed your belly. “Mummy!! Mama!!” The familiar shout of your boy was heard and you turned around seeing Elijah running down the aisle, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and your heart instantly melted your eyes softening and as he stopped in front of you he held the flowers up to you “for you mummy…” he said his eyes filled with nothing but love and kindness, you looked at Harry as you smiled. Father like son… both charmers. “Oh sweetheart. Thank you so much.” You said taking the flowers into your hands, you breathed in the scent of the flowers and smiled “they’re Lilly’s mama” he said and you looked at the flower name and indeed he was right “you’re so right darling…” you said smiling as Harry stayed silent knowing if he said anything he’d probably cry- he was so thankful you and him had raised such a respectful kind son….
And later on that evening, at midnight exact you gave birth to your little girl…
Lily Anne styles.
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your parents think their sweet catholic girl is in the city working as an assistant to big ceo but is she really?
(Sugardaddy!Harry × reader)
A/N- Idk where this came from lmao
[Warning- Smut, if you squint you will find the plot, slight voyeurism, oral (fem receiving), virgin reader, Harry being a dream ngl, daddy kink]
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You were skipping up the office stairs leading to the elevator, hands full of shopping bags and lunch from his favorite restaurant you picked up.
You hummed the song you were listening to in the car and greeted everyone back. To everyone, you were Harry's younger beautiful girlfriend or dumb arm candy, as some said, you didn't care. Everyone either wanted to be or have you, and it was thrilling.
You reached on Harry's floor and greeted his assistant, who was a sweet guy looking not much older than you.
You pushed opened the door to Harry's office and saw him typing away on his computer, his blazer thrown over the back of his office chair, his sleeves rolled up and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
You bite down on your lips to not whimper out loud, but the small sound you made got his attention. He smirked, looking up like the devil your parents warned you your whole life about.
Oh, your parents would have a heart attack if they knew.
He raked your whole body up and down. You were wearing the short, flowy red dress he loves. Your hair is half tied up by a ribbon with few in front framing your face and a simple cross laying between your breasts.
"What are you doing so far away babygirl?" Harry said, leaning back in the chair and spreading his thighs more, inviting you in.
You put down the shopping bags near the entrance and walked towards him with the food packets in hand.
"I brought your favorite food" you said, lifting the food packet in the air in front of Harry. He pulled you on his lap and put the food on the desk.
"Thank you so much love but I want to start with desert today" He said as his fingers found his way towards your dripping pussy.
"It will go cold-""I will order another one" He said while nipping on your neck and once his fingers found your clit you forgot about everything that wasn't him.
Harry gently picked you up, and your heel claded legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He kept nipping on your neck as he put you down on the desk.
His hands worked skillfully as he took off your panties and slid down on his knees, leaving open mouth kisses all over you. You were gasping for air, but he didn't care. He loved it when you let out breathless whimpers.
It was a heavenly torture.
"Always so wet for me, aren't you baby?" He said cockily. He kissed your inner thighs and watched you squim with lust blown eyes.
His thick finger ran up and down your sodden folds while his other hand ran up your body and gripped your chin, keeping your eyes on his.
Keeping the eye contact on he leaned closer and kitten licked your pussy making you let out a small whimper. He grinned like a devil, looking up, and all the hell broke lose in the best way possible.
He sucked on your clit while his middle finger circled your entrance all while his eyes watched all your moves. Then suddenly he pushed whole finger in, in one go making you almost scream out.
"Mr. Styles the papers- Oh my god" You heard someone say behind you but you couldn't have cared less. The person yelled series of sorrys and ran out of the office as fast as they could and you knew you will be the talk of the whole office tomorrow.
You clenached around Harry's finger as he pushed another one in. He chuckled and pulled back from your swollen clit.
"Your virgin little pussy is gripping my fingers you tight. I can't even fathom about how my cock will feel" He said taking eyes off you and watched the mess you were making on his hand.
"You know how many times I have come at night thinking about fucking your brains out." He asked gripping your cheeks so hard they hollow up, your lips part but nothing except airy moans come out.
"You're a mess on my fingers babygirl what will you do if I take you right here? huh?" He said standing up to his full height in front of you and leaned down to capture your lips into a open mouth kiss.
"Good little Christian girl is sitting on a office desk getting finger fucked by her older sugar daddy. What will your parents think?" He shook his head, "Such a whore" He clicked his tongue mocking you.
Meanwhile your eyes were getting blurry and the coil in your stomach was inching to breaking point. It wasn't helping that his words, so sinful words were escalating it.
"Be a whore, my beautiful whore and come on my fingers. Come for daddy babygirl" He said as he increased the pace of his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you.
And then everything went white, you were floating away on the cloud, angels were singing, and you were in pure ecstasy.
Maybe this was the heaven your mother talked about.
You didn't realize you have lost your balance and was now laying on the cold glass desk of Harry. He pulled his fingers and thank god you were so out you and sucked them clean couldn't see it cause you would have jumped his bones.
After a few moments you came back to duller life and out of you colorful cloudy world.
"There she is. You okay babygirl?" Harry asked as his fingers rubbed circles around your knees in comforting way.
"Yeah" You said breathless, "Very tired" You added. Harry laughed and pulled you off the desk.
"C'mon let's take all this and go home." He said picking up all the bags and lunch and kissed your sweaty forehead.
You smiled and followed him out, and if you weren't so out of it, you would have realized he called his house home for the first time.
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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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sugar (part one)
in which harry is y/n’s sugar daddy and she’s kind of hiding a teeny tiny secret from him
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warnings: smut, age gap, sugar daddy h!
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Harry could honestly compare this experience to heaven.
Not a lot of things have felt like this and he’s not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. The girl on top of him now is making his head spin. He’s grabbing onto her waist, pulling her down on him as far as he can. He’s never felt this good. And maybe he’s being dramatic, but if that’s what this is, then he’s so fucking dramatic. 
He can tell by the way she’s slowing down that she’s close. And this is usually the time that he steps in, but when he tried to turn them over, she pushed his shoulders down. 
“I’ve got you.” Then, she leaned down to press her mouth to his chest. Several times. He was trying to keep his eyes open just to see her finish herself off, but how could he when she’s making him feel like this? 
“Baby, please let me.” He could feel that she was marking up his skin, but he didn’t care. If anything, he wanted the marks there. And she’s making just the prettiest noises above him. He won’t be able to take much more. He just wants to make sure she finishes off first. But she won’t let him. 
And then she came. Just like that. Weakening in his hold and laying on his chest. He grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting up into her in order to get himself there. She hurried to grab onto his shoulders while moaning into his ear. 
He could stay here all day. Here with her holding him and being inside her. There’s nothing like it. But he has to get ready for work in twenty minutes. She stayed over last night and woke him up with her mouth wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t ask for a better way to start the day. It just escalated from there. It always does. 
And just thinking about that is what got him to his end. As he caught his breath, she kissed his cheeks and his jaw and brushed her fingers through his hair. She was so doting during times like these. That’s what made him like her so much. She could be saying the filthiest shit one second and then the next she’s making sure he’s okay and kissing him. 
“Let’s shower.” And then she was pulling off of him and making her way to the bathroom. He couldn't move for a second. He didn't want to. She's always so quick to make her way to the shower afterwards. He just wants a few minutes to come down and maybe dote on her once in a while. She allows it sometimes, but other times she’s really not into it. And he respects that. That's why he rolled out of bed as soon as the shower came on and made his way to her. Maybe she'll let him wash her this time. 
He stepped in behind her, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his head on her shoulder. Her hair was already wet from being in here a bit before him. He moved her hair to the side and nipped her neck a few times, making her pull out of his arms. 
"No marks," He was used to her saying that. She'd never let him leave any marks on her neck. Pretty much anywhere else on her body, sure, but not the neck. "I'm going out with the girls tonight and I'm wearing a dress." She sent him a smirk over her shoulder before grabbing the bodywash of hers that he keeps in his shower. 
She always lathered him up in it and washed his hair with her shampoo. He likes to smell like her throughout the day and he told her that much. That's why she does it. 
"Do you need a little extra cash then?" He asked right before she started rinsing his hair. He waited until all the soap was off of him before raising his eyebrows at her in question. 
(Y/N) liked to go out all nights of the week. Well, the ones she doesn't spend with him. She was a massive party girl and he doesn't mind too much because she's still spending four out of seven nights with him, in his bed, under his arm. So, he's got nothing to worry about. He's got plenty actually, he just doesn't like to think much about it. 
"What did you say?" He wanted to roll his eyes because he knows she heard him. She does this all the time. Pretends that she didn't hear him so he'll have to say it again and he won't forget about offering her extra money to have fun on her nights out. 
He didn't answer right away, he grabbed the body wash and waved her over so he could return the favor. (Y/N) often got really handsy when he'd do this. Affectionate would be the more appropriate word. He thinks she just likes being pampered and taken care of. He doesn't mind at all. 
"Just so you're comfortable," He always made a point to make sure she was comfortable and wouldn't be short on money. She has expensive tastes and he knows that more than anyone. "I could give you my card." That's what got her to wrap her arms around his neck and press her soapy body to his. He didn't mind. He'd let her do whatever she wanted, whenever. 
"You'd really do that?" She pressed her mouth to his cheek before meeting his eyes again. He nodded, wrapping his arms back around her. 
"Anything. Not over ten, got me?" He's had to scold her before. The last time he gave her his card, she spent over $40,000 at the shops. She tried to justify it by saying she needed one of every color of the bags there. And he got a call from his bank asking him to verify the purchase after the fact. Of course, she made up for it with some mind-blowing sex and apologized about a hundred times. He knows she wasn't sorry and he wasn't really upset with her. It's just a game they play. She's a brat that gets whatever she wants and he has to keep her in check.
“I promise.” She pressed her mouth to his for only a few seconds before rinsing off. They finished up and went to get dressed. He’s really got to hurry if he wants to make it to work on time, but with (Y/N) walking around with this light blue lace set, how can he? He just wants to take her back to bed. But he tried to ignore that and finished tying his tie. 
She was in this nice and tight velour dress showing off every one of her curves as she was drying her hair with his hair dryer. She must be going shopping in a bit. When she was finished with her hair and makeup, he walked in after her and started to fix his hair. 
“What are your plans for today?” She hummed while fluffing her hair. 
“Brunch in a few hours, but I’ve got an appointment today.” He raised his eyebrows, but she didn’t look back. 
“Is everything okay?” He got his hair to sit the way he likes before glancing to her. She looked unbothered, so it must not be anything serious. Plus, she hadn’t mentioned anything to him either. And they try to be painfully honest with each other. 
“Yeah. Just changing birth control.” She shrugged it off like it didn’t matter, but he had tons of questions. Why all of a sudden? Is it something he did? 
“Why?” She finally turned to him, looking over his outfit and then grinning. 
“I’m not dying. I just don’t like how this one makes me feel is all.” She pressed her now peach colored lips to his cheek before moving around him to get back to his bedroom. 
“Well, let me know how it goes.” Speaking of birth control. There’s been something he’s wanted to ask her, but it’ll have to wait until she switches and uses it consistently. Then he’ll ask that. 
She shot him a smile before grabbing her purse from the floor. They kind of got here in a rush last night and dropped everything in a desperate attempt to get in bed together. He’s never fucked anyone like he’s fucked (Y/N). And that must mean something.  
He made his coffee to go while she sat at the island on her phone. He knows she has tons of friends, but he’s never really met any of them. He’s seen them from a distance and waved, but (Y/N)’s not really one to share things unless you keep pushing her. But he doesn’t want to force anything on her. If she’s not ready for him to meet her friends, that’s fine. 
“Hey, H. I probably won’t be over tonight unless it’s really late and I don’t want to wake you, so I’ll just go home.” Home. The three million dollar apartment that’s in his name on the Upper West Side. He lives down in Greenwich, which is only a twenty minute drive, but still he’d rather her be with him at all times. 
“Okay. Well, let me know when you get in safe, alright?” He was gathering his things to leave, knowing she would lock up when he leaves. She has her own key. It’s just easier that way. 
She hurried to get up and kiss him goodbye. Her arms came around his neck and the kiss quickly became heated. She was sucking on his tongue while he moved his hands over the soft fabric of her dress down to her ass. He’s positive she’s not wearing underwear and that makes him a little hot in face. She does that on purpose. She likes to keep him guessing. 
“Have a good day,” She pulled herself away, rubbing her thumbs against the sides of his neck. “If you need me, text me. I’ll be out all day though, so we’ll probably talk tomorrow, okay?” He nodded, squeezing at her once more before letting her go. 
“Can’t wait. Have a nice time, pet.” He was about to walk to the door, but she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to keep him to her. 
“Forgetting something?” She tilted her head before holding out her hand. He pulled out his wallet and handed her the black card that might as well have her name on it. She grinned and slipped it down the front of her dress. “There’s a new Chanel.” He rolled his eyes. 
“(Y/N).” 
“Please? Just one,” She pouted her lips, something she knew he couldn’t resist. He groaned while she made a whining sound. “Pretty please?” 
“Fine. If the bank calls me again, your ass is mine.” She chuckled before pressing another kiss to his mouth. 
“They won’t. Promise. Run along though. You’ll be late if you stay any longer and try to scold me.” He took her advice and grabbed his shit before saying one last goodbye. Once again, she got exactly what she wanted. He's the one that made her this way, so it’s not really her fault.
He really can’t wait until tomorrow. Tonight will be just another lonely night. Like before he met her and he hates that so much. He’s so thankful for (Y/N) and she couldn’t have come to him at a better time.
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(Y/N) hopes with a little extra love, Harry won’t be so mad about his bank statement after she’s finished. She told him she was just buying the new Chanel bag. But after she took her girlfriends to brunch and paid for their mimosas, they went out to shop. Tiffany is what really got her. But she knows all will be forgiven once he sees what she got. It was custom made, so of course it cost upwards of $10,000. But that’s fine. It was fine until her friends dragged her into an uppity lingerie store and how could she resist? It’s more for him anyway. So, she doesn’t think too much about the couple grand she spent there. 
By the time dinner time rolled around, she knew he must have gotten some kind of notification from the bank because he sent her a text with just three words. Three words she’s very familiar with. 
You don’t listen. 
That means she’ll be spending all of tomorrow with an achy jaw. She rolled her eyes at the thought before locking her phone. She knows he’s not mad at her. He could never be. And that’s why he’s so easy. 
They met almost a year ago. In a fancy wine bar and he immediately swept her off her feet. It quickly became more of an arranged thing. She was in school then, but once he told her he could give her the lifestyle she desired, she was quick to jump ship. He’s got about fifteen years on her, but she doesn’t mind at all. He’s sexy and very polite.
He just doesn’t make her orgasm. 
And she wants to tell him, but she fears his feelings will be so deeply hurt that he may never speak to her again. So, she fakes it. She feels terrible every time, but something’s just not getting her there. He doesn’t spend nearly enough time with his head between her thighs, so maybe that’s it. He wants to, she just doesn’t let him. The second he starts actually getting her off is when she’ll have to leave him. She would definitely get attached and she doesn’t want that. So, she’ll just keep him at a distance and know him as the man who can’t fuck her right. He could if she told him how, but she won't. She doesn't need this to get more complicated than it already is. 
She went to her appointment this morning and got her birth control switched. She had just been feeling nauseous lately and her periods were tough, so she decided a switch might be the best idea. So, in the next few weeks she hopes everything will be straightened out.
Her friends Rochelle, Melissa, and Trina were at the club with her. They were standing near the bar, knowing they wouldn't be paying for drinks tonight anyway. She only took Harry's card because he offered, she'd never actually ask him for it. She's a bit money hungry, but not like that. She knew that someone would pay for her drinks and she didn't necessarily need it to be Harry. 
They all wanted top shelf drinks, so she paid for a round, just to get them loose enough to go out into the crowd and find someone's tab to work for the rest of the night. They've done it several times and it never fails. And it didn't take long at all for some guy to be all over her in the crowd. She let him touch all over her and rub against her while forcing herself to keep the grimace off of her face. He was good looking, but she's not in the mood to go home with someone right now. She just wants to go home and sleep in her own bed for once. 
Harry has no idea that she's not exactly faithful, but they're not exclusive like that. He's not really her boyfriend. No. Nothing like that. He's just the man that paid off her loan debt and pays for everything else for her. That's it. They made an agreement and sometimes she feels like he forgets where they stand. She's told him a few times now and always ends up apologizing because of the devastated look on his face. So, she's nice only because she can't handle leaving him with a broken heart. 
Not that she's unhappy with him. She's not. He's too sweet for his own good and she doesn't want to leave him, it's just that he can be a little clingy at times and she really didn't sign up for that part. She signed up to keep him company when it's convenient for the both of them and then get compensated for her time. He doesn't even give her an allowance at this point, he just lets her take his card. She's not complaining at all. Never. It's just that things have changed. She really doesn't deserve him, but he doesn't need to know that quite yet. She's certain he'll figure it out soon, but she wants to hold onto him for as long as she can. 
She went home with the guy from the dance floor. She's going to hate herself in the morning, but she needs to forget about him. She can't keep imagining how heartbroken he'd be if he knew what she was doing right now. She needed a distraction and this guy was giving. Of course it hurts, but she's trying to separate emotional feelings from Harry because it won't end well for either of them if she doesn't. 
And she left there in tears. It was almost four in the morning and he kicked her out after calling her several nasty names and practically shoving her out the door. She told him after making out for a while that she didn’t feel up to it anymore and she guesses he didn’t like that. So, she cried the entire subway ride home. She never takes the train anymore, but tonight she didn't want to bother anyone. She just wanted to be alone. It’s times like this where she knows she's taking Harry for granted, but she can't help it. He'll end up hurt either way, but with this there's a bit of self-preservation, no matter how selfish it is. 
By the time she made it to her apartment, it was nearing daylight. She'd cried everything she had. But it was a Saturday and her and Harry usually got a late breakfast and did something like taking walks at the pier or the park. Right now she just wants to sulk, but he won’t have that. He has the key to her apartment, it's not like she can just ignore him. 
She climbed into bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes or clean her messy makeup. She just wants to sit here and have the earth swallow her, but that isn’t an option, so she'll stick with not moving for as long as she can. Eventually her eyes shut from complete exhaustion and she gave in.    
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Harry couldn't get a hold of (Y/N) all morning. He panicked only slightly because he hadn't gotten a message from her last night and he stayed up until two in the morning just to see, but it never came though. He surrendered to sleep not long after that, but became only more concerned once he saw she still hadn't messaged him at seven. 
So, he got dressed, skipped breakfast, and made his way over to her place. He didn't bother with buzzing her. He has a key. He waved to the doorman and made his way to the elevator. He rushed himself a little bit, just so he could see if she was even home. He heard nothing when he opened the door, so he went back to her bedroom. And what he saw hurt his heart so much. 
Her mascara was smudged, so much so that he knew she'd been crying. He's never seen her cry and he hopes he never does. He just wants to know what caused it. She's still in her dress that she must have worn last night. A silver beaded dress that went about mid-thigh. It was beautiful and she must have bought it when he wasn't around because he would have never let her leave if she'd shown him that. He wouldn't let her leave the bedroom, more like. 
She still had her heels clipped around her ankles and her hair was a bit of a mess, but he'd never mention that to her. She still looks so beautiful, even with her tear stained cheeks. He just wanted to know what he could do to make it better. He'd do anything. 
He sat next to her legs and gently shook her awake. She sat up quickly, her eyes snapping open, just to see him watching her. Her entire body went slack and her eyes closed again. He gave her a second to catch her breath before he spoke up. 
"Did something happen last night, love?" She took in a sharp breath and blindly reached out for his hand. He grabbed hers with both of his and squeezed, waiting for her to explain. 
She opened her eyes before shaking her head. 
"Don't worry about it." She whispered, sitting up and carefully moving around him to get out of bed. She stumbled a bit, so he hurried to grab her and steady her. 
"(Y/N). You've been crying. Please. You can tell me anything." He didn't know if it had to do with him or her family or her friends, he just wanted to know what he could do to bring a smile back to her face. Like he said, he'll do anything. 
She sighed, letting her shoulders drop. 
"Can I freshen up first a little? I promise we can talk once I'm done. I feel . . . filthy, please." Her eyes watered again and he could see it, so he nodded immediately. Whatever she needed. She shut herself in the bathroom and he sighed, thinking over everything that happened yesterday. He hadn't seen much of her, but he can only assume that something happened at whatever club she went to. He just wants to know whose face he needs to break for making her cry. 
He watched his watch for fifteen minutes before she came out in one of the silk robes he bought for her a few weeks ago. Her face was still red and puffy, but he didn't mention it. He just held his arms out for her and she didn't hesitate to melt into him. She put her face directly into his chest and he held her as tightly as he could. He heard her breath catch and he wasn't sure if she was going to cry again or not, but he didn't let go. He'd hold her as long as she needed. 
"What can I do, baby? Talk to me." She sniffled and shook her head against his shoulder. She pulled back to look at him and he felt this pain in his chest he's never gotten before in his life. He doesn't want to think too deeply about it, so he ignores it. 
"No other boys are as nice as you are, Harry." And she hugged him tightly again. He wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he guesses some guy was an asshole to her while she was out. Enough to make her cry. And that angered him. He tried to keep his feelings under wraps because he had to worry about making sure she was okay, not taking vengeance on whoever made her sad. He'd do that later. Right now, he's not moving until she wants him to. 
“I know, love. Boys are nasty,” He ran his fingers through her damp hair while she snuggled further into him. “What happened?” 
“This guy just didn’t know what no meant. He called me all these mean names and . . . I didn’t even do anything. I just told him no.” 
Harry was so nice and comforting. He would do anything to make her feel better and she knew that. But for some reason she was set on betraying him. If he ever found out, he’d drop her and she really doesn’t want to hurt him. 
Right now she’s clinging to him because she needs someone to talk to. If it were any other day, a day where she was feeling less guilty and less self-hatred, he would have never seen her like this. But she’s feeling rather bad about herself. And he always knows what to say and he always holds her just the way she needs. Why does she even bother trying to resist him? He’s everything she needs, but she not sure what people will think. 
Of course, she’s debated this within herself several times. She would love to pursue something with Harry. She would. But he’s much older than her and she has nothing going for herself. And she doesn’t want to hurt him. He’s rather sensitive and she adores that about him. She just can’t imagine hurting him. Even though she is. Everyday. Unbeknownst to him. 
What would her parents think? They have no fucking clue. They just think she has a nice job. What would her friends think? Right now they just think she’s running up all his credit cards and using him for lavish vacations, but unfortunately she has a soft spot for the guy. 
Especially on days like today. Where she’s reminded just how lucky she is to know him. How he’s so polite because he just wants to be. He could be an asshole with a huge ego and only want sex the entire time they’re together. But he’s not. He enjoys her company. He’s told her so many times. 
She was in bad mood yesterday. She was angry. That’s why she was so annoyed with Harry’s constant checking in and wondering how her day had been through text. He cares for her, she knows, and now she wants it more than anything. His love, his care, his touch. She feels bad for her change in feelings, but it happens often. She supposes she should just talk to him. They vowed to be honest with each other. And she wants to start fresh. But first, she wants him to fuck her. Because she missed him so dearly. How soft and patient he is. Nothing like the man from the club with rough hands and obscene words. So what if she wouldn’t cum. She’s not even concerned with that part. She just wants to be close to him, have him feel good for once. 
“Hm. Need me to kill someone?” She shook her head against him, smiling so hard it hurt. She ran her hand down his chest to the top of his pants so he would understand her intentions. “You should always say no when you don’t want something, baby. And it’s not your fault if someone gets mad at you. They’re just being a dick. Next time you tell me who the fuck bothered you and I’ll take care of them.” 
“I will. Now kiss me.” She moved quickly to put her legs on either side of his waist and shoved him down on the bed. He grabbed her hips right before she pressed her mouth to his. 
He’s positive she just wants to feel better and he’s here for that. It might not have been what this original deal was about, but things have changed. The thumping in his chest is an indication of that. 
“Hold on,” He spoke up and she pulled away, scrunching her eyebrows. She tried to kiss him again, but he turned his head. “This might not be a great time, but I wanted to talk to you about something.” 
This is probably the easiest way he can work in what he wants to say. Right before they fuck. Because he knows she’ll reach for a condom and he kind of doesn’t want her to. It’s been a year, she just changed her birth control. He doesn’t think he’s asking for too much, but it’s entirely up to her. 
“What is it?” She started untying her robe, trying to distract him. And it usually works, but he needs to ask. He hopes it doesn’t ruin the mood. 
“I wanna fuck you without a condom.” It wasn’t the best wording in the world, but it just came out of his mouth. 
She just blinked at him, obviously not expecting that at all. Of course, he didn’t need an answer now. It didn’t have to be this time, he just wanted her to think about it. 
“Harry . . .” 
“Just think about it. Not right now, obviously, but just know that . . . I’d like to sometime.” He didn’t wait for her to say anything more, he just grabbed her and pulled her back to his mouth. She seemed to forget about what he said before because she jumped right back in and sucked his tongue into her mouth. 
“Please. Just fuck me.” She whined, hurrying off his lap and laying on her stomach. She prefers this way, he knows, so he gets up and unbuttons his pants, watching her touch herself while she waits for him. Her back arched and she moaned, causing him to speed up the process of getting his clothes off. 
He cursed to himself, getting his shirt over his head before getting behind her on the bed. She didn’t like foreplay much. She never really let him touch her unless they were just starting out and he needs to get her wet, but other than that, nope. And he’d really like to taste her and not from his fingers. 
He grabbed her waist, pulling her onto her knees and pressed against her. Feeling just how wet she was, all the way down her thighs. He reached over and grabbed the dreaded condom from the drawer beside her bed and hurried to rip it open. She was pressing back into him repeatedly and he was so hard his patience was running thin. Once he finally got it on, it was easy to slip right into her and from there he fucked her just the way she liked. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets beside her head and he could feel her legs shaking even though he’d been inside her for only seconds at this point. 
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby. Want it harder?” Her answer to that was always yes and he always delivered. Just not enough for her to reach an orgasm. She really felt bad. Perhaps it was a problem with her and not him. Just as she was going to rub over her clit and give herself real satisfaction, he was grabbing her wrists and holding them hostage behind her back. She didn’t mind it. It only made her eyes roll harder how mean he would get. Not in the way that other guys would. They would be so fucking rude about it, but Harry was always so tender and loving afterwards and he had initially asked her if things like this were okay before they’d ever slept together. So, she knows he only does this because she said he could. 
“Harry,” She was close to tears it felt so good. She was hoping this time would be the time. Maybe he should be fucking her raw instead. She really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. She’s going to be so fucking sore tomorrow with the way he’s holding her arms and the way he’s pounding into her, but she doesn’t care. It almost makes up for the fact that she never finishes. “Please, don’t stop.” 
He wouldn’t dream of it. He’d found something to do in marking up her shoulders and back, all while still giving her exactly what she needed. He finally let her arms go and they quickly fanned out beside her to steady herself. He found his own eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sounds she made, how needy she was for him. If that isn’t an ego boost, he doesn’t know what is. 
He smacked her on the ass, almost physically seeing her fall apart. He knows she likes that. She likes it until her skin is red and she can barely sit the next day, but that’s not his intention right now. He just wants to see her squirm and shake from his cock alone. 
He can tell she’s getting weak, he has to practically hold her up. He feels it too. He’s so fucking close from all her squeezing him and moaning and desperate attempts at breathing normally again. He’s glad he’s the one that makes her feel this way. 
“I’m gonna cum, love. Are you almost there?” He can feel it in his stomach. Any second now. That doesn’t mean he stops the rate at which he’s driving into her, it just means he goes faster. 
“Yes, I’m right there.” She replied breathlessly. And it wasn’t a lie. She was. She just wouldn’t get close enough to the edge to really cum. It’s kind of sad, but it’s not his fault. Perhaps she’s too much in her head every time they do this. 
“Fuck, (Y/N),” And there it is. He’s melting into her back so much that they both are laying flat now. His chest is pressed against her back, his dick still inside her to the hilt, but he’s so glad to have her here like this. “You good?” 
That was his way of asking if she came. She hummed a yes, reaching for his hand that was laying beside her head. She pressed a kiss to his thumb and shut her eyes. She’s still throbbing and she bets he can feel it, but he probably thinks it’s the aftershocks. 
He went to move and she whined, liking how close they are. She doesn’t mind his weight on top of her. She just wants him nearby. Inside her. 
She’s relieved when he obliges, kissing over her shoulder blades lovingly, admiring the marks he’d left with his mouth, while she basks in the feeling of being so full and warm underneath him. 
“Want another shower, baby?” She was honestly so close to sleep she didn’t want to move. 
“No.” He chuckled at the sleepiness in her tone before pushing himself up on his elbows. 
“I’m going to move now, okay?” She whined, but made no other objections as he slid out of her, making her eyes flutter. He feels so good, she can’t understand why she didn’t just cum from that. “I’ll be right back.” She glanced over her shoulder as he walked to her bathroom and shut the door. She smiled to herself before turning over. She’s not sure she’ll be able to keep her hands off of him once he gets back. That’s the way it is every time because she never got a release. Maybe he’ll let her suck him off before he inevitably takes her to get something to eat. She forgot how early it still is. She’s surprised the neighbors didn’t complain. They have before. 
She did go down the hall to the other bathroom to freshen up after tying the robe back on. She had half a mind to finish the job right there, but she didn’t want to do that. One day she’d tell Harry how to fuck her like she needs, but for right now, she’ll just torture herself a little longer. Maybe she deserves it. 
She hurried back to the bed as Harry came out of the bathroom in just a towel. She wanted him again, of course. How couldn’t she? She just crossed her legs and tried not to smile at him as he slipped back into his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. How was she ever supposed to resist him? 
“Are you hungry?” He sat at the foot of the bed to put his shoes on. She traced her foot along his back, feeling the muscles there shift every time he moved. He really was in shape. It was almost sickening. He reached back and grabbed her foot. “I’ll take you to breakfast if you want.” 
He didn’t get a response, he just got her clinging to his back with her legs on either side of him. He didn’t know what he did to deserve her kissing his neck, but he’s not going to question it. 
“Thank you for coming and making me feel better. You’re so sweet to me.” His head tilted at the feeling of her lips on his neck and he hummed. There’s no place he’d rather be. 
“You don’t have to thank me, (Y/N). I care about you, of course I’m going to do anything I can to make you feel better. Now where would you like to eat?”
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This could have three parts and maaaybe the other two are already completed but idk :D
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jarofstyles · 8 months
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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
omg ok I imagine this as pregnant y/n and almost-dadrry
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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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gurugirl · 4 months
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1. 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: You nanny for the Styles, but Harry and his wife would like to offer you another position.
A/N: This will be 3 parts. Based on this and this.
Word Count: 5.9k
Warning: 18+ only, smut (fingering)
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“She’s perfect, Harry.” His wife watched out of the window as you walked to your car parked in front of their house.
“I don’t know. She’s taking care of the kids every day while we’re at work. How does that make her perfect?”
“Because look at her! And she’s so sweet and I just have a sense for these things. She acts all shy and innocent but I bet she’s kinky under it all. And haven’t you seen the way she looks at you?”
He had noticed your glances. The placement of your gaze over his frame. But Harry never thought too deeply about it. Not really. Though he kind of liked that you couldn’t help from dropping your gaze to his lips and then down over his shoulders and mid-torso until every time you breezed your pupils over the natural protrusion at the front of his crotch you were suddenly quickly reminded of what you were doing and bounced your head back just the tiniest bit to correct your sight to the more appropriate height.
But just because you were cute and couldn’t help when your eyes skimmed over his cock with the quickest peek didn’t mean you were perfect to invite into the bedroom with him and his wife. He was hesitant to find a third. He knew that it was unlikely this would end well but his wife had been begging him for it.
Kit was bisexual and once she married Harry, she learned that she often missed the more feminine touches and pretty soft curves. Someone more submissive. It had been almost 8 years since she’d slept with a woman so when she offered a threesome to Harry, she thought he’d jump right at the opportunity but instead, he was worried.
“I think this is a bad idea no matter who it is, but having it be the nanny is like…” he ran a ringed-clad hand through his hair, “… the worst. What if you don’t like seeing me with another woman? Or if I hate seeing you kiss anyone else? I don’t know if I can handle this. And poor Y/n is then stuck in the middle.”
“Harry,” she turned to him and put her hand on his forearm, “You and I are solid. I trust you and you trust me. I know you can handle this. Just the same as I can. I think this will be really good for us. Probably will just make us insatiable for each other. I’m already getting so turned on just thinking about watching you with her. And just imagine it, Harry, having us both laid out, spread legs…” She smoothed a hand up his arm and to the back of his neck, pressing herself close to his body, “You dip into her for a few thrusts and then pull out and—“
“Mom, can I have ice cream? Y/n said I had to wait til you and Dad were home.”
Harry and his wife laughed at the timing. They’d be returning to their conversation later.
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You arrived bright and early Monday morning as requested. You loved nannying for the Styles. Mrs. Styles was so kind to you. She always made sure you had everything you needed and Mr. Styles was funny and easygoing. Plus the twins were a dream. You loved William and Warner as if they were your own.
“Morning, Y/n,” Mr. Styles smiled warmly at you as he opened the door. Warner walked up to you and hugged you. He was the one that liked hugs a lot.
“Morning Mr. Styles…” you laughed and patted Warner’s back, “and you too Warner.”
Mr. and Mrs. Styles left for work not long after but before they left they both asked you if you could stay after work that night. Mrs. Styles would make dinner and the three of you could have a glass of wine and chat a bit after the kids were put to bed.
Of course, you said you’d love to. Though you had kind of been looking forward to going home and watching your show, you wouldn’t mind having dinner with the Styles. The truth was you found Mr. Styles extremely attractive. He was the hottest guy you’d ever seen. He was married so he was obviously off limits but that didn’t stop your brain from short-circuiting every time you were near him.
And because of the way Mrs. Styles acted around you, almost flirty, you sort of had a crush on her too. You were interested in women but had never dated one. You’d only ever been in a couple of real relationships. You were too shy to approach people you found attractive so your pool of potential dates had been low.
So yeah, you’d accept their invitation for dinner.
.           .           .
“William made a picture today,” you rattled off a few things the boys did. The picture William drew was too cute and he even drew you in between Mr. and Mrs. Styles like you were part of the family.
He held it up proudly and Harry took it and pointed at the figure that was supposed to be you, “Who’s this, Will?”
“It’s Y/n,” he gestured to you.
Harry smiled at William and said how nice it was as he handed the paper back to him. He looked at you for a moment that felt a little warm and lingering before Mrs. Styles brought out the hot pan with food to the table.
When the table had grown quiet as everyone began to eat you wanted to remind Warner to tell his dad that he’d finally gotten the part down on the piano that Harry was teaching him.
“Warner, remember what you were supposed to tell Daddy today?”
When you looked at Harry with a smile you noticed the slightly surprised look on his face but by then it was too late. You hadn’t meant to let the word Daddy slip out like that. If you’d been thinking you’d have said “… supposed to tell your dad today?” Even the twins didn’t call Harry Daddy anymore.
And of course, Warner was already excitedly telling Harry about the part he’d learned on the piano before you could correct it. You hoped no one thought anything of it and while you’d fantasized about calling him Daddy a time or two, you really didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Darting your eyes from Harry to his wife you saw nothing from her at all as a reaction to your misspeak.
Luckily no one seemed bothered by it but you could tell Harry thought something by the surprised smile on his face.
You loved watching the boys interact with their parents. And being able to see it during dinner and then after clean up until they were in their beds with books to read quietly felt special.
Harry, his wife, and you sat in the living room with a bottle of wine. Mrs. Styles sat next to you and she started doing that thing where she looks at you in that way that gets your heart pounding and raises your temperature.
With her hand on your upper arm, she gushed about how much she and Harry loved you. How great of a nanny you were and how lucky they were to have found you.
Harry sat across from the couch in a leather armchair and watched you and Kit with a more solemn look on his face. He nodded at the end of his wife’s praise for you as he looked at you directly. You felt a shiver up your spine at the intensity of his eyes. But it wasn’t just that. There was something so formidable about him. Like he was governing over the moment. He was still Mr. Styles but with an edge of something uncertain. Darker.
You looked back at Mrs. Styles and smiled shyly, “Thank you. So much. I’m really happy to be working for you. And the twins are just amazing. I feel so lucky too.”
Kit’s hand smoothed down your forearm until she softly pushed her fingers through yours. She was sitting with her legs tucked under herself, feet on the couch, and knees angled toward you.
“Honey, you’re coming on too strong,” Harry chided his wife.
“No, I’m not. I’m just being friendly. Y/n is so sweet. I just…” she looked at you, “You don’t mind this do you?”
You loved the way she was looking at you. If you didn’t know any better you’d say she was hitting on you. That had to be wrong, though. Her husband was right there watching you two.
“It’s fine. I know you’re just being friendly.”
Harry laughed and shook his head and spoke his wife’s name in a warning, “Kit. Are you sure you want to do this?”
You looked between the pair. A little confused about what they were talking about. You didn’t know if you’d missed some dialogue somewhere or what but you were definitely picking up a vibe between them.
“If she’s up for it then yes, I’m sure.”
“Up for what?” You questioned them both.
Harry raised his brows and looked at his wife, “I’ll let you do the honors.”
Her hand squeezed at yours gently, bringing your attention back to her. Her other hand brushed over your knee with the tip of her fingers casually, “We think you’re very sweet and pretty, Y/n.” Kit began.
You kept your eyes on hers the best you could but she’d been wearing a low-cut dress and, not unlike the times you dropped your gaze to Harry’s crotch, you couldn’t help peeking at her cleavage with the same attempted deftness.
“And we think you might be fun to…” she paused and looked at Harry, who nodded at her to go on, “Have in bed. For us to share.”
You looked down at where Mrs. Styles was grazing your kneecap with her fingertip and whispered, “To share.”
That was quite a lot. If what she was saying was what you thought she was saying then you’d have to determine if it was worth it.
“You don’t have to say yes, Y/n.” Harry chimed in, “I know you’re a really sweet girl and you don’t want to disappoint anyone but if you tell us no we won’t be upset. You won’t lose your job.”
You were thankful he said that. It had flashed across your mind the idea that if you said no they might not want to keep you around.
“So, you’re like asking me to have a…” you gulped and looked between Harry and his wife, “like a threesome with you?”
“Yes. You don’t have to decide right now. And like Harry said, you don’t have to say yes. We just both find you very appealing and sweet. We’re very much attracted to you too and we trust you. I think we’d all work well together. It could be just a one-time thing or maybe it could be something we do regularly.”
The subject was changed shortly after. They’d done their part. They’d asked you what you thought and now the ball was in your court. You had to figure out what you wanted. Which made it hard to participate in the rest of the conversation. You tried but your brain was having a hard time moving past the things your imagination was coming up with.
“I hope you don’t feel weird after this. No rush to make a decision. Seriously.” Mrs. Styles smiled softly at you as she drew her fingers from the side of your jaw to under your chin delicately.
“Thank you. I just need some time to think.”
She leaned in and kissed your cheek as Harry stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder.
When you’d all finished the bottle of wine Harry and Kit walked you to the door. You still didn’t know what you wanted exactly. In a fun fantasy world (which you’d definitely be visiting in your imagination that night) it would be amazing. To have them both? Yes. That sounded so good. But the reality of it wouldn’t be that easy you knew. Would it be awkward to work for them after? And what if you did some kind of arrangement with them as their… what was it called? A unicorn?  
You felt breathless as you got into your car. You hadn’t had all that much wine. A glass and a half. The bottle was split between all three of you so none of you had gotten even close to drunk but you felt all buzzy. And even turned on. The idea of what they were offering sounded like a dream. But maybe that’s how it should remain. Just a dream. A fantasy.
.           .           .
The following day everything seemed normal. The Styles acted as if they hadn’t just asked if you’d want to have a threesome with them. It felt surreal. Like perhaps it never happened.
But when Harry arrived home first after work you felt like something about him was different. That’s when the cracks started forming. That morning he was friendly like he always was. But now he was brooding. His eyes were heavy on you. As if he was now looking at you differently.
He listened to William and Warner tell him about their day but you felt his eyes singing you as he kept looking your way. You felt intimidated by him suddenly and looking at him in increments longer than a few seconds felt like you’d dissolve.
He walked you to the door after you said goodbye to the boys and held the handle tight before turning it, “You wouldn’t want to stay for a drink would you?”
The way he asked you felt less like a question and more like a reminder to you of what was still left on the table. It was a reaffirmation of what was suggested the night before. It was real. It had happened and he was here to remind you.
You looked down at his hand grasped around his door handle and back up to him. You were compelled to say yes as you began to nod, “Yes. Okay.”
You felt nervous. Harry’s grin looked like he was pleased by your answer.
The boys were playing in their room as he poured you a glass of wine.
“When will Mrs. Styles come home?” It was rare that they weren’t home at nearly the same time after work.
“She’s going out with a friend tonight. She’ll be late. I thought you and I could get to know one another a little better. She knows I planned on asking you to stay. I’m glad you did.”
You nodded and felt your nerves only grow. Alone time with Mr. Styles wasn’t something that ever really happened much. Normally Harry was with his wife when he discussed anything with you.
You both sat on the large couch in the living room as Harry lifted his glass toward yours, clinking them together.
“So, what are your plans this weekend?” Harry had one leg draped over his other casually as he looked down at you.
“Uh… I don’t have any. Normally I just make last-minute plans with friends,” you squirmed in your spot at the way he was consuming you with his eyes.
“Maybe if you find you’re free you could come over Saturday afternoon. The kids will be staying with their grandparents. Kit will be making something special for dinner.”
“Oh, that sounds nice. Yeah. I mean, as long as it’s not imposing,” you were growing hot. Your palms were sweating. Harry was so attractive it was making your body weak. You honestly didn’t care what would be made for dinner but you were curious about where the night might lead if you did wind up in their house without their kids around all night.
“Of course, you wouldn’t be imposing. You’d be the guest of honor,” Harry’s arm slid over the back of the cushion behind you, and you gulped nervously.
“Oh, that’s…” you breathed out a jittery laugh, “… not necessary. No need to do anything special for me.”
“I hope you know that anything that happens, we’d always make it special for you, Y/n. We want you to feel comfortable.”
You could feel the temperature around your body rise with his proximity. You had noted how he’d inched his way a bit closer.
“Thank you, Harry. You and Mrs. Styles are always so nice to me.”
You were visibly nervous. Harry could see it too.
His wife had suggested that he invite you to stay for a drink and more if you allowed it. She really wanted to try any angle to get you to say yes to their offer. She figured if you were alone with Harry for a bit maybe you’d feel more comfortable. So, Harry was working on just that. And the more he thought about you and his wife’s convincing argument to bring in a third, he found he was more and more into the idea.
Plus you were simply the sweetest thing. He could see that you were a little timid and somehow that made his body respond to you in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. It set his blood to a low boil. His wife was lovely. Amazing in bed but it was true that with her there was something missing. He rarely got the opportunity to dominate his wife and really release his natural inclination to flex his prowess with her. Because she was dominant as well. And Harry didn’t mind it for the most part. But he missed certain things.
“We’d like to be more than just nice to you, darling,” his fingers behind you softly brushed against your neck and you inhaled shallowly at the contact. “But you already know what we want. How about you? What do you want, Y/n?”
You fluttered your eyes closed for a moment as you felt the pad of Harry’s thumb slide up your neck. Harry’s cologne and his natural scent were so appealing. You turned to look at him and worked up your nerve, “I think it sounds really fun. The offer. I’ve never been with a woman.”
He licked his lips, “You’ve experienced men, then, yeah?”
You nodded. You were sure he could see you physically melt.
“What do you like, Y/n?”
You had not expected the conversation to go this way, “I don’t… I’m not sure. I’ve not really done a lot. Nothing too crazy,” you laughed your words in embarrassment.
Harry’s soft petting on your neck continued, “That’s okay. We can figure it out as we go. To be honest, we’ve never done anything like this either.”
“And Mrs. Styles? Has she been with women?”
Harry nodded, “Yes. This was her idea actually. She’s been missing a feminine presence in bed.”
You felt the trickle of lust and carnal need swell in your body as Harry drew his free hand across his body and to your knee, “Is this okay?”
You nodded, keeping your eyes on his. You wanted to lean forward and grab your glass of wine and gulp the whole thing in one go but you wouldn’t dare break from his hold. It was intimate and having his hands on you was satisfying.
Harry looked toward the hallway and then back to you, “I’d like to kiss you. Y/n. Are you comfortable with letting me kiss you?”
His lips felt like they’d burst into flames if he didn’t press them into yours. But he couldn’t do that in front of the twins because he knew that once he felt your mouth and your tongue he was going to want more and if you were open to it he’d take it even further. His wife had given him permission as long as he was discreet (not in front of the boys). No sex without her present but some heavy petting and fingering were fine.
“Okay,” you breathed and expected him to kiss you right then as you braced yourself.
“Yeah?” He squeezed your thigh and tilted his head as he looked down over your body, “Go into my bedroom. I’ll be right there.”
You were shaky as you stood up and watched Harry walk away to talk to the twins in their room. The boys were old enough that they’d play by themselves just fine, you knew. You lifted your glass of wine to your lips and gulped half at once. You couldn’t even remember walking to the master bedroom upstairs. Your mind was a swirl of what-ifs and scenarios and questions.
“Are you okay?” Harry said as he closed the door behind himself. Everything was happening in slow motion. You were trying not to feel so floaty and far away but you couldn’t help it. Your experience with sex had been minimal and you certainly had never pictured yourself as part of this situation.
“I’m just nervous. I’m always like this the first time…” You swallowed and looked at the edge of the dresser against the wall.
“That’s okay,” Harry stepped in front of you and rubbed his hands down your arms, “I’m a little nervous too but I really want to kiss you. Just didn’t want the boys to see.”
You nodded in understanding, “And it’s okay with Mrs. Styles?”
His hands slowly grazed up your arms to your shoulders and then around to the back of your neck and head, “Her idea. But in all honesty, I want to kiss you. Feel like I need to.”
Blinking your eyes you raised your arms to hold onto his biceps as you kept your eyes pinned to his. He was solid under your hand. Of course, he was. You knew Mr. Styles was fit and you’d seen him in shorts and t-shirts and once glimpsed his pecs. You knew he had tattoos.
But when he finally nudged his nose to yours and his hot lips wrapped around your mouth everything went from being slow motion and blurry to high speed and heart pounding. You couldn’t get enough of his mouth and his tongue and you gripped his arms until he’d practically lifted you off your feet and pulled you to his bed.
His kisses were wet and warm and he moaned into your mouth. He was ravenous. It made you feel like a seductress, like he craved you.
You were across his lap and twisted to face him with your arms over his shoulders and your tongue pressed to his when he cupped your face and parted from the kiss.
“Y/n… Fuck honey…” he dabbed a kiss to your jaw and then looked back at you, “Can I get your pants off? Make you feel good? No sex tonight,” his words were deep and thick, “That’s for Saturday. But for now,” he ran a hand up your thigh up to your hip, “I can give you a preview with my fingers. If you want.”
“Yes, Harry,” you breathed your words and tried to lean back in for another kiss but he kept you at a distance, his hands on your jaw and fingers cradling the back of your head.
“I really liked it when you referred to me as Daddy last night. Will you do that for me again, honey?”
See. That was the thing. You already thought of him as Daddy. In all your private fantasies you called him Daddy. But it made you nervous because you fantasized about Harry far more than you ever did his wife. Kit was beautiful and she was definitely your type but Harry dominated your secret daydreams. So it would be easy for you to call him Daddy. But it worried you when it came to having his wife included in that dynamic.
“Is that okay? I mean,” you sighed breathily, “Will Mrs. Styles be okay if I call you Daddy?”
“I don’t think she’ll mind,” Harry licked his lips, “Tell you what. Tonight, call me Daddy because I want to hear your sweet voice say it when I finger you, okay? I’ll talk to her and let her know I asked you to and I think she won’t care but if she doesn’t like it we won’t do it again.”
You nodded. Daddy it was. That would be easy.
Harry brought an arm to your low back and leaned you down onto his bed. The bed he shared with his wife. With his knees dug into the bed next to your hip he loomed over you and brought a gentle hand up to the front of your neck and pressed, “How does this feel? Is this okay?”
It was a first for you. To have someone’s hand on your throat. It was a surprise. But the good kind. You loved how small it made you feel and how powerless. You knew if you asked him to remove his hand he would but the notion that you were physically relinquishing your power to him was so hot to you somehow.
“It’s good,” you breathed just before he inched down to kiss you again.
It felt absolutely nuts what you were doing. Making out with your boss, a married man, in his bedroom while his wife who was away gave him permission and even encouraged this situation.
Harry’s hand slid off of your neck and down your t-shirt, “Can we take this off? All of it? So I can see you?”
You nodded, “Yes,” and sat up so you could pull your shirt over your head. Harry unbuttoned his own and watched you unzip your pants and tuck your fingers inside the waistband before lifting your bum to pull them down your legs.
With his shirt unbuttoned you saw more tattoos. You’d paused for just a moment when you took note of his bare chest and abs.
Harry got to his knees and leaned over you, his hands on either side of your hips, “Do you need help with this?”
He put his hands over yours where you were grasping your waistband and helped you pull them off your legs.
His hands found your calves as he looked at you, “You’re so pretty, Y/n. Take your bra off.”
So you did. Unhooking the back and letting the front fall down your arms. Harry’s hands found their spot on either side of your hips again as he softly kissed each of your nipples, “Beautiful. Can I take your panties off?” His fingers were already dancing over the fabric of your waistband, knowing you’d be saying yes.
You gulped and nodded as he dragged the material down your legs, rendering you completely nude. Harry let out a breath as he raked his eyes over skin and curve and freckle.
Harry lay next to you and took your hand in his, bringing it up between you on the mattress, “You still doing okay, Y/n?”
You were feeling very vulnerable and insane for laying completely naked next to him but still you nodded. Because you wanted more of what he was doing.
You rolled to face him on your side when he smeared his mouth over yours. Letting go of your hand he moved his fingers down over your side to your hip and then upper thigh just at the curve of your ass. He squeezed softly but enough that you could feel his big palm grasping your flesh. You lifted your thigh to mantle his hip out of instinct and his palm spread out over the globe of your cheek.
“Want my fingers, honey?”
The way the tips of his fingers were grazing so close to your pussy with your leg draped over him you were losing your mind. All he had to do was lower an inch and he’d feel your wetness.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Harry moaned and moved his head back to look at you, “Oh I really like how that sounds. Let’s have a look then,” he ran his hand over your hip to the front of your tummy as he moved back the tiniest bit to press his fingers over your mound. Slowly his fingers lowered until he met soft wet lips. He breathed in through his teeth, “You all wet for Daddy?”
The smile on his face was cocky but you loved it.
“Yes,” you bit your lip.
With his eyes on yours, he parted your labia with two fingers and slowly ran them down to your opening and then back up until he bumped your clit and pressed over that. You moaned softly.
He was easy with his fingers on you as he kept slipping them up and down, pushing your arousal through your crease and getting his fingers coated.
When he captured your lips in his again you felt him prodding at your entrance. You sucked his tongue into your mouth and he pressed two fingers inside as you grasped onto his shoulder.
You groaned as he fingered you and fixated on the spongy dip inside. You bucked into his hand, “There we go. Feels good doesn’t it?”
You panted yesssss.
The sloppy noises that were coming from between your legs would have been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.
“Please,” you breathed as you lowered your hand to his hip, “I wanna see.”
Harry kept thrusting into you with his fingers while his thumb smoothed against your clit, “You can on Saturday, baby. For now, this is all about you.”
You whined and closed your watery eyes as he began to fuck into you faster. His palm was a sticky mess. You raised your hip and rutted into his hand harder.
“You’re gonna grip me so tight and I’m gonna push inside you deep,” he punctuated his words with his thrusts, “Have you creaming all over my cock.”
Your groans grew louder as he pasted his mouth to your neck and you felt the warm press of his tongue on your skin, his curls brushing against your jaw. He shifted so that suddenly you were on your back and he was on his side with his fingers still inside of you, lips on your breasts.
He felt so good and you were already so caught up in the way he was making you feel you’d all but forgotten that this man was married and he was your boss. This was better than your fantasies. He was more confident and a lot more dominant in reality. And just sweet enough that you felt safe.
Harry lifted upward slightly, still pumping his fingers through you causing you to let out a small squeal. You felt his hand cover your mouth and you peeled your eyes open as he lowered his lips to your tits, his fingers plowing through your walls. You were being too loud.
He peered up at you with his tongue gliding over your nipple, his shoulder flexing with each thrust of his arm. Yes, this was definitely better than fantasy. Because it was happening and it felt so good.
You felt his lips slip off the skin of your nipple, “If I take my hand off, you gonna keep quiet?”
 Nodding your head you softly moaned into his hand. He pulled his hand away from your mouth and leaned over you to kiss your mouth. Softly at first. It felt like candy-flavored pink sparkle dust magic with his warm lips smoothing against yours, and his nose mushing into your nose.
“Daddy, please…” you breathed as he lifted himself to look down at you.
“What baby?” The sound of your wet pussy getting fingered was the backdrop of you beginning to unravel.
“M’gonna come… Daddy, ffuu– ohhh!” Your mouth was quickly covered again when your volume grew even louder than it had been. You heard Harry softly chuckle just as you clenched around his fingers and grasped his forearm, your neck stretched over the pillow as you arched your back.
Harry looked down at his hand and groaned at how your pussy was devouring his fingers. He couldn’t wait to see what his cock would look like sinking into your perfect cunt. And he thought you were pretty when you orgasmed. He was sure he’d want to make you come over and over again if his wife wasn’t too greedy with you.
“Such a good little girl, Y/n. There you go, baby.” He smirked at you, his fingers still slipping into you, squelching when he buried them in all the way.
“This what you needed? Needed to come on Daddy’s fingers?” Your soft moan was muffled as you finally set your gaze back on Harry who was already looking at you.
“Just imagine how good it’s gonna feel on my cock.” He slid his thumb over your clit and you jolted from sensitivity.
Harry took his hand off your mouth and slowly pulled his fingers from your pussy as he sat back, stuffing his fingers into his mouth to taste you. He could smell your pussy as he was fingering you and couldn’t wait to get a taste.
Popping his fingers out of his mouth he caged you into your spot on the mattress, hovering over you, “How was that?”
“So good,” you were still taking in labored breaths.
His mouth encased yours once again. His kiss was lustful and fiery. You could smell yourself when he cradled your head, his fingers, still damp with you, swiping into strands of your hair.
A deep moan fell from his chest and you pulled your arms over his shoulders and the cotton of his shirt. Your body began to ignite again just before he parted from your mouth with a gasp.
“I’m sorry. Got carried away. Your lips are so sweet,” his voice was deep and breathy. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm,” you nodded and smiled.
Harry insisted on helping you clean up. First, you peed but then he came in and wet a towel to help wipe you and talk to make sure you were okay.
You could tell he had a boner. The front of his trousers was bulged in an obvious way. His pupils were dark and his skin was hot. And you would have loved to have him use you however he wanted to take care of himself but you wouldn’t go against his Kit’s wishes.
“So, Saturday? You sure you want to come over?” Harry handed you the clothes he’d picked up from the floor and his bed.
“Yeah. I’d like to.”
Harry cupped your jaw and smudged your cheekbone with his thumb, “Good. I’m glad to hear that.”
He walked you out to your car and squeezed your hand before dropping it. It felt strange. Like you’d just gotten away with something so immoral and improper but you were elated.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Y/n. Drive safe.”
“Okay. Thank you, Da–“ your eyes widened and you felt your whole body wash in heat as you tried to correct your near-fatal error, “Ha- Harry.”
The grin on his face with smiling dimples told you that he didn’t mind, “Night, sweet girl.”
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