#mean dom h

[harrysonlylover]

Ride Along*

Summary: Y/n is feeling bored alone at her apartment, so Harry takes her for a ride.

A continuation to Discipline.

Trope: Agent Harry

WC: 6.3k

Warnings: mentions of speeding, a pinch of meanrry, smut, degradation, choking, face spitting, unprotected sex, implications of somnophilia, after care.

A/n: The writing is a bit rusty because it’s been a while since I wrote smut😬

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Y/n was placed on house arrest by Harry for a week, and it was torturous.

Perhaps “house arrest” is a bit dramatic but she felt suffocated. She could leave her apartment whenever she wanted. Harry’s insistence on her relaxation was clear, and he only meant for her to avoid any activities that require physical exertion.

Anyone would be thrilled to have a week off from work, but it was rather confusing for Y/n. Although she hadn’t been an agent for long, she adapted quickly to the agent lifestyle which was hard to suddenly pause.

Even with Harry’s confirmation and reassurance that he wasn’t disappointed, she still felt the need to occupy her time with something useful.

There was absolutely nothing in her apartment that could pass away time. At least nothing that interested her. 

She cleaned up a bit, reorganized the living room, and stuck to the meals that Harry sent for her daily. They weren’t bad actually, except for the spinach soup that made her want to puke.

With no one accompanying her but Tim Tim and her thoughts, she realized how nice and caring it is to send someone customized meals. If someone heard her say it out loud, they’d snort in her face but—they just don’t know Harry and his personality.

He texted her every day at least twice. At first, she thought he only did so to make sure she ate the meals and took her supplement (which would be considered too kind coming from him), but slowly he began diverting from those topics asking her about her day and chatting with her.

He gave her updates on the agency and promised to pass by her apartment only to bail on her because of an emergency that required his presence.

On day 4 she was fully annoyed. She couldn’t handle being away from the agency for long, and even if she could go out and enjoy her time away—she didn’t know where to go.

She didn’t lead a normal life, no agent did and she was completely okay with it. She had no one to check up on or call to hang out with. The idea of going out somewhere alone felt weird. She would feel like an imposter amongst a sea of normal people.

She buried the eerie feelings and decided to spam Harry with texts to annoy him a bit. 

Y/n: I’m gonna pass by the agency :)

She pressed the send button and waited for his reply as she heated her lunch for the day.

His reply was almost automatic as if he didn’t have a load of responsibilities.

Harry: No.

Y/n: Yes.

Harry: I said no Y/n.

She huffed in frustration before remembering that if she could be a menace at the agency, then she could be a menace over text too.

Y/n: Too bad I’m already on my way.

Harry: Don’t test me.

Y/n: 😜

Harry: Are you disobeying me?

She choked on a piece of meat when she read his reply, and immediately reached for a cup of water. She wiped her mouth, staring at his text in confusion. It wasn’t strictly sexual, but it was a phrase that he always used during sex, because one thing that he combined between his professional and sex life was discipline, and Y/n adored it.

She loved his attitude, how he dared her to go against his orders or defy him. It wasn’t that she liked getting punished or sought pain—it was more of a need to observe him being dominant. The way he manhandled her and treated her like nothing but a toy, only for him to hold her to his chest right after.

Another text from Harry pulled her out of her fantasies and daydreams.

Harry: You’re well aware of how I feel about you disobeying me, right?

Y/n: Yes. I do.

Her response was automatic as if it was generated and not typed quickly by her. She wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.

Harry: Good Girl.

Motherfucker. He knew what he was doing. After all, he had her memorized by heart, and he probably was aware of how close she was to drooling. The meal in front of her didn’t appeal to her anymore because she had a different type of meal on her mind.

It had been a while since they hooked up and it was a rushed quickie behind closed doors at the agency. He kneeled on the ground to eat her out in no longer than five minutes before having to return to the training. He knew her body like the palm of his hand and had her panting and biting on her bottom lip in no time.

She adored it, really, but she craved the feeling of his cock driving into her as she held onto his body or while his hand wrapped itself around her neck with his mouth spewing the dirtiest sentences into her ear.

She sighed deeply reminiscing her adventurous sex life before he banished her to her apartment so she could rest. Was it a bit dramatic? Maybe. But she might be addicted to sex with him.

She glanced at his text knowing that he was probably smirking at his replies. He always knows how to get to her. She grabbed her phone and typed her reply because she was so fucking bored at the apartment and needed some fresh air.

Y/n: I’m still bored.

This time his reply wasn’t as quick as the previous one. It took him about five minutes to respond which was still fast considering how busy he was.

Harry: Okay. Go out.

Y/n: Wow! I didn’t think of that.

She scoffed at his dumb reply because who said that she was waiting for his approval?

Harry: Why didn’t you go out?

Y/n: I’m not sure…it feels weird…?

She could see the little dots that indicate that he was typing appearing only to disappear a few seconds later.

Harry: I’ll pick you up at 9. Dress comfortably.

When she complained about her boredom she thought that he would recommend her places to visit or give suggestions, not take her out. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she read his text. She wasn’t hallucinating, right?

Y/n: Where are we going?

Harry: Eat your lunch and take your supplement.

Y/n: Damn grumpy pants.

He didn’t reply to her after that but if he did she’s sure he would have sent a thumbs-up emoji even if it was out of context. She continued her meal just like he instructed her. The hold he had on her was unreal, and she was okay with it.

Harry was knocking on her door at exactly 9 PM. Not a minute later.

This time she didn’t welcome him in with a tear-stained face, and grumpy attitude. It was the entire opposite of it. The only thing that was similar to the previous time was her shock. Harry was dressed in all black and a leather jacket. His hair looked so fucking soft, and a hair strand fell on his forehead as he leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets. He was a sight for sore eyes, especially Y/n’s whose jaw almost dropped.

“Hello, little minx.” He grinned devilishly as he entered her apartment. His cologne had her knees buckling, reminding her of when she’d bury her face in his neck.

Black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black leather shirt. He’s going to be the death of her, surely. He strolled in like he owned the place while she shamelessly stared at his body.

“Little minx…” He tutted, cornering her against the kitchen counter. “… sent me message after message today as if I don’t have a workload.” His tone made her feel like she was in trouble, but the good kind of trouble.

“But you still answered, no?” She replied confidently with a smirk to remind him of the hold that she also had on him, even if they never spoke about it directly.

He remained silent, offering her his cheesy smirk as his eyes raked over her face and neck like he was trying to come up with sinful scenarios. She was more addictive than any type of drug.

“Ready to hit the road?” He deviated from the topic skilfully while checking out her attire to make sure that she’d be comfortable during the ride.

“Hmm. Let’s go.” She walked in front of him like a princess, going down the stairs excitedly.

She stepped out to the street and looked around with a hint of a smile painted across her face. She could hear Harry’s boots behind her and smell his cologne that seemed to have stuck to her clothes.

“So…are we going to walk there?” She asked with confusion evident on her face.

“We’re riding there.” His response held a sense of pride as he grabbed her hand and walked down to the end of the street before taking a left and stopping.

A large black sports bike was parked in its glory itching for someone to take it for a ride. Y/n stood still in her place with her mouth wide open in shock. Harry was a motorcycle guy?

“Oh…wow.”

“Scared little minx?” He mused like it was so fun to see her reaction. He approached her from behind, bumping his body with hers and trapping her physically. She could feel him breathing against her neck as she swallowed down his throat. One touch from him and she’s paralysed.

He pressed a soft peck behind her ear before whispering. “Don’t worry… you’ll hold on to me.” She barely processed what he said as he immediately urged her forward and gave her a helmet to put on. She wore it as soon as he gave it to her to cover her facial expression from him. He helped her tie it up before placing his helmet on.

“C'mon hop on behind me.” He situated himself on the bike, and the more Y/n stared, the more the wetness between her thighs increased. Seeing him in all black was something but with a biker helmet on? She wanted to drop on her knees right there and then, but she didn’t.

Instead, she hopped on behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Her grip was weak making him urge her to get closer and glue herself to him. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it just made her ridiculously horny.

The feeling of hugging his muscular body with her core touching his lower back had her feeling some sort of way. She could feel his abs under her touch, and his cologne drifting in the air was not helping.

“I can’t even see anything because of your back!” While she joked about it, deep down she found it fucking hot. His broad back and shoulders blocked her view, and the only thing she could do was rest her head against it.

“I don’t hear you complaining when you’re scratching on it.” Even with his helmet on, she could feel him smirking.

She gave in to the feeling of his warm body against her as if he were shielding her from everything. It was not an ideal timing for her size kink to get activated, but she genuinely couldn’t help it.

“Hold on tight little minx.” The engine roared to life and Harry fixed his position before taking a turn and heading straight for the highway.

This was her first time on a motorcycle surprisingly. At first, her body was tense, and it didn’t feel nice. Despite having a helmet on, it felt like the wind was slapping her. Harry turned out to be a skilled biker who speeds for fun—still he was careful.

She eventually regulated her breathing and unclenched her jaw as she adapted to the adrenaline rush that she felt. It was an otherworldly feeling. She couldn’t tell what made her feel this way. Harry’s body against her, the evening breeze, or the rush of speeding.

No matter what it was, she felt amazing.

Harry wanted to taunt her in some way, preferably verbally—but she seemed like she was having fun, and her arms around him were a distraction. The feeling of her body clinging to him was priceless.

He tried to avoid speeding on the highway for her sake despite loving to do so. It was one of the things he resorted to when he needed a break from everything. Nothing could compare to the adrenaline rush he felt…maybe just Y/n’s lips.

He slowed down and took an exit on the highway that led them to a deserted road and ultimately a hill. He stopped and turned off the ignition before stepping off the bike.

“Fucking hell. Do you want to kidnap me?” Y/n joked as she looked around the dark and deserted space.

“If I want to kidnap you, little minx, I’ll simply carry you.” He chuckled as he took off his helmet and fixed his messy hair. She swallowed down her throat as she stared at him. Why did he have to look this good?

“C'mon.” He gestured for her to follow him, and she jogged to catch up. He placed his hand on her lower back to urge her forward. His body was dangerously close to her, and she could smell his cologne again. Harry’s hand itched to hold hers, but he wasn’t sure if she’d like that, so her lower back should suffice.

They took a small turn to the left as rocks crunched under their shoes. Harry wondered whether he should tell her to close her eyes or not. But if he does, then it’d sound romantic which crosses the boundaries of their physical relationship.

“It’s right…here.” They were met with a gorgeous view of the city. They could see almost all the lit buildings as if they were in the sky. It felt as if they were spying on the city with its lights and secrets. No one but them on the deserted hill.

“Wow..this is so beautiful”. Y/n gasped in shock at the view in front of her. She never expected Harry to take her to this spot-she didn’t even know it existed.

“I know.” If she wasn’t too occupied with the scenery, she would’ve noticed that Harry was in fact, staring at her with a smile on his face.

“How do you know this spot?” Y/n still couldn’t take her eyes off the shimmering buildings.

“I discovered it once by mistake, and I come here often.” He didn’t mention how this place was his escape from the world, or that he came here before heading to her apartment that day.

“It’s so nice.” Despite the darkness filling the space, Harry could still see and feel her smile.

He quickly got the bike so they could sit on it, and left it turned on for the light.

“Oh, it’s so big I could sleep on it.” Y/n remarked.

Perhaps he was feeling extra chill or it was just from being around her but a weird sound came out of his mouth as he tried to suppress a laugh. Y/n usually gets sleepy after sex, and his dick isn’t the average size. So did he think of her sentence sexually and almost burst out laughing? Yes.

“Did you just try to laugh at me?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

“Me? Never.” He covered up his chuckle with coughing.

“Whatever…” She mumbled a few other words under her breath as she attempted to climb the bike, but it was gigantic. She can’t even recall how she climbed it previously and she’s not even short!

She gasped suddenly as Harry’s hands lifted her body like she weighed nothing and placed her on the seat before she could blink. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face clearly because she could feel her cheeks burning. Was she that touch deprived?

“I was handling it just fine.” She huffed in confidence.

“Mhmm.”

The bike was indeed huge, but Harry took most of the space making their bodies glued on the seat.

The tension between them could be cut with a knife. Y/n would usually be the first to break the silence, but she just couldn’t. She felt paralyzed next to him, and he didn’t even touch her yet. His presence and cologne were enough to weaken her.

“Are you still mad at me?” He cleared his throat.

“What?” She couldn’t mask the shock in her tone as her face turned around to meet his.

“About last week.” It sounded as if something was holding him back, almost like he was afraid of asking.

She took a few seconds to process his question, mostly because she was shocked at the gesture. She knew deep down that it meant a lot. No one would believe her if she said that Agent Harry Styles was checking up on her and apologized. They’d probably laugh in her face.

She couldn’t decode what it meant. Was he just feeling guilty, or did he share the same feelings? The need for more than just physical boundaries haunted her but she wouldn’t dare to bring it up. Even if he was feeling guilty, it still had to be something. He’s literally merciless to other agents.

“I—I—“

“You don’t have to give me an answer.” He reassured her in a low whisper.

“No, I do—I’m just confused.”

“About?” Harry was itching to know her answer. He even rehearsed his question for the past week.

“Well… why did my lack of performance anger you in the first place?” She had a lot to ponder about in her free time. Questions that popped into her head about Harry.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together before exhaling. “I didn’t want you to get hurt on the field. Most of the time when agents slack, they end up getting injured in the field…”

“Wanted you to be strong for when I’m not there.” He whispered as if the city was able to hear him confessing his secrets.

“Oh.” Y/n’s head was swirling with thoughts and questions-none that came out of her mouth. She could even feel Harry’s stress radiating off him. She simply allowed her Pinky finger to touch his as they continued staring at the city.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she broke the silence.

“I’m not mad anymore. I was just surprised. Just—don’t do it again.”

“Never.”

They stayed in the same position with their fingers touching for almost two hours, as they chatted about important and mundane things. His heart fluttered when she laughed her ass off after he told her how an agent peed his pants because he was caught smoking.

He even told her about his mother briefly. That’s how whipped he was. She shared a few details about growing up as an orphan, but they both decided to close the topic knowing how heavy was.

“Your cologne is suffocating me.” Her remark was innocent, it really was—but his mind wasn’t.

“Thought you liked it when you buried your face in my neck?” Cheeky Harry was back in full force. He inched his face closer to her and he could hear her swallow down her throat.

“Harry…”

“Tell me…did you think about me knocking on your door and fucking you against the wall?” Lust dripped from his voice and Y/n’s chest was rising. Goosebumps spread all over her skin as their noses bumped.

“I—yes.”

“Good. Cause I stopped myself from doing that every single day.” He was needy for her, and only her.

“What are you waiting for then?”

In a few seconds, he had her straddling his lap with his hand supporting her lower back as his lips devoured hers. Their kiss was sloppy, wet, and lustful. Harry counted the minutes that led to this moment so he could taste the sweetest fruit.

He was fucking obsessed with everything about her. Her lips, eyes, body, mind, and pussy.

“Fuck!” He moaned into her mouth when she grinded over his clothed cock. He might as well cum right there in his pants if she kept doing that.

“Behave. “He slapped her ass causing her to whine sweetly. His large hand rested on her cheeks trying to knead them over her leggings.

Their breaths were labored as their tongues clashed like lovers who hadn’t had sex in ages. His mouth was fucking devouring her and she could already feel her lips getting sore. He kept urging her body closer as if he could morph them into one body.

“Ne—need you.” Her whimpers made the blood rush to his cock.

“Yeah? Where do you need me, my baby?”

She ignored his question and continued kissing all over his face, brushing over his stubble and chin. She was hungry and he adored it. But she also didn’t answer him.

He pulled her away by wrapping his hand around her throat. She gasped, secretly loving the feeling of his veiny hands choking her.

“I asked you a question, little minx. Where do you need me?” His voice was so deep and lustful that she wanted to get down on her knees and suck him.

“Uh—In my pussy.” She breathed out, feeling the wetness increase between her thighs just from his hand around her neck. “Here, baby?” He cupped his other hand over her pussy making her feel tingly.

“Y—yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Attagirl.” He felt her wetness on his hand and if it wasn’t so dark he’d bend her over the bike and fuck her into the next day. Besides, his little minx gets sleepy.

“C’mon, I need to get us to your apartment.” He spanked her cheeks again, earning a squeal from her. He pulled her off his lap and winced at his painful hard on before fixing his pants as much as he could and seating himself on the bike. His hand reached out for her and pulled her onto his lap again.

“Whoa! What are you doing? I should be behind you.”

“No. Since my cologne makes you horny, you’re gonna have your face buried into my neck the whole ride.” His smirk was sick but fuck her if she didn’t like it.

Her nose bumped over his neck and she fought a moan. This had to be the best punishment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you with my body.” His arm tightened around her waist as he took the route they came from.

It was going to be a torturous ride.

Y/n could barely open the door properly with Harry kissing on the back of her neck. His hard on was pressing into her ass as she tried to insert the key. Her soft whines only made him hornier and needier.

As soon as they were inside, the keys dropped to the ground followed by the loud shut of the door. Harry grabbed Y/n by the throat pushing her to the wall where he kissed her deeply. The kiss was rushed and erotic, he could never get enough of her lips or sweet whimpers every time he pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

“My minx…” The warmth between her thighs was torturous. His deep voice rumbled from his chest sending vibrations straight to her pussy.

“Uhh..” She tried to push her core against his crotch for any sort of friction.

He caught on immediately as he smirked against the kiss and tapped on her ass to lift her on his waist. He had her placed lower than usual so she could feel him against the fabric.

“Is that what you wanted sweet girl? To feel how hard I am for you?” He panted, cradling her jaw with his hand as he deepened the kiss.

“Y—yes." She didn’t want to respond or part from his lips for a millisecond. She could feel her pussy pulsating just from the feeling of his cock pressing into her core.

She pulled away reluctantly, glancing at his neck like it was her next meal. He may have been teasing her, but he was right. She loved burying her face in his neck and sucking on it. She prided herself in knowing that the hickeys she’d give him would be on show for all girls at the agency.

His scent always played with her pheromones and messed with her brain. His cologne had a hold on her, and she knew that she looked like a puppy in heat when she clung to him. “Dirty girl…” His hand rested on her hair as his head rolled backward giving her access to his skin. He was a sight for sore eyes with his face scrunched in ecstasy and lips slightly parted. She didn’t have to speak for him to understand her possessiveness and boy did he like it.

His little minx was obsessed with him just like he was.

“Bedroom please.” She laid her forehead against his having had her fill from giving him love bites. Their noses bumped as they looked into each other’s eyes that shared the same desire.

She didn’t need to tell him twice. He supported her body with one hand around her waist as she directed him to the room. He didn’t waste any time and kept his mouth busy with her neck.

He placed her down on the bed gently before taking off his clothes quickly while she stared at his toned body and tattoos, holding in her drool.

“You could stare at me all night darling, but now I need you to be a good girl and take off your clothes so I could relieve that needy cunt of yours.” Harry barely finished his sentence, and her clothes were off in a few seconds.

The light in the room was dim, supported by a small bedside lamp. If she thought that staring at his body was a delight, then she should read his mind as he stared down at hers.

She looked so fucking pretty for him. Only him.

It was like an erotic scene out of a movie or a wet dream. Y/n on her back with her legs spread showcasing her glistening pussy and hardened nipples, and Harry standing tall in front of her with his cock erect to his stomach begging to sink itself inside her warm walls.

The sight of him standing like that nude and horny will never leave her mind. Almost as if he were a Greek god.

She squealed as he pulled her by her legs to the edge of the bed. Harry suddenly lowered his body till his face was at the same level as her pussy. His teasing game was strong, she was crumbling underneath him.

“My favorite scent.” He buried his face in her cunt and inhaled. A tiny whine left her mouth as his nose bumped into her swollen clit. Y/n felt like she could cry if he didn’t fuck her, and he was taking his sweet time in savoring the scent of her wetness.

“H—Harry.”

“Mhm?” He turned his attention to her, hovering over her body and taking delight in her needy face.

“Please—it hurts.” If he waited any longer, Harry was sure that a tear would’ve fallen from her eye.

“Oh poor baby…” He cooed as he caressed her cheek gently. “…you just need me inside, don’t you?” She was quick to nod while slightly squirming beneath him.

He pulled her closer, situating her core right under his cock, and stroked it giving her a show of his moans before tapping it against her wet cunt.

“Is that where you need it? Just have to slide in.” His sick grin with the feeling of his cock sliding over her cunt back and forth made her eyes roll back.

“Please.” She dug her nails into his back followed by a set of pleas.

“Shhh.” He whispered softly, pressing a peck to her cheek before pulling away from her and fixing their position.

He placed her legs on his shoulder and gave her his twisted smirk as he stroked his shaft and bit his bottom lip. “Gonna be my good girl as usual? Hmm?”. He lowered his body again, allowing his cock to rest on her stomach.

“Uh—huh.” She nodded mindlessly immediately. She was already cockdrunk and he wasn’t inside her yet.

“Ready baby?” His hand rubbed her legs softly as she gave him the cue. He glanced quickly at his cock resting on her skin and he almost got dizzy from the size difference. It got to him every damn time.

His eyes were focused on her facial expression as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. A wave of relief washed over her face with a sweet moan making him still his hips to avoid cumming.

There was nothing like sinking inside her warm walls that begged him to go deeper. Wet squelching sounds filled the room the more he pushed inside her—his baby was made for him.

“That’s it little minx—so fucking warm for daddy.”

Y/n’s brain felt mushy. Harry was so fucking good to her, and his cock scratched the itch just right. He never referred to himself as daddy before, only sir but she liked it so bad.

She pulled at his arms with soft whimpers signalling for him to get closer to her—which he did without hesitation. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back and tugging at his hair. His cock drove deep into her cunt, massaging her hot walls with its veins and thickness.

“Use me d—daddy”. Y/n shed tears from pleasure that stained his face since he was glued to her, pressing pecks to her cheeks and nose.

“Yeah? Want daddy to use you like a fuckdoll?” He increased his pace, going deeper and moaning into her ear at the feeling of her bare cunt.

They both adored raw sex and went for it almost every time. Y/n was on birth control, and Harry tested regularly (despite only fucking her). He was pussy whipped.

“Uhh—be rough daddy.” He stilled his hips at her words, leaving them glued to hers. He lifted his body and took in her fucked sight. Messy hair, tear stains, and a needy face.

“Wanted to be gentle with you but I forgot that you’re a whore deep down.” He chuckled before spitting on her face, and watching her chest rise and fall as she breathed heavily.

His little minx was insatiable and provoked him further by trying to fuck herself on his cock as she bit her bottom lip. He could faintly hear her whimpering ‘Daddy’ under her breath.

He wanted to slap her knowing how much she liked it but something else distracted him. He looked down to where they were connected noticing the mix of her wetness with his precum. He pulled out slowly, moaning at the loss of contact and his cock that is painted in white.

Harry tried to breathe in and out to avoid cumming. Not only did she cream on his cock, but her cunt was pulsating as if she was asking for his cock to slide in again.

“Pathetic. Creamed all over me.” Her inner thighs were coated with wetness, and she didn’t close her legs—not even a bit. She knew that she should always keep them spread for him.

He flipped her on her stomach effortlessly and she immediately arched her back, presenting her ass to him. “What a good fuckdoll.” He slapped her cheeks and placed his tip at her entrance before sinking into her warmth again.

Her walls pulled him back in as if she were some sort of seductress that made him addicted to her. Harry balanced himself and focused on the fast thrusts instead of her extremely warm cunt.

“Fucking insatiable aren’t you?” He grunted with his eyes fixed on his cock entering her pussy and coming out all creamy as her ass jiggled.

Y/n’s muffled moans were all she could offer. With her face smushed in the pillow and brain turned off, she was in fucking heaven.

The arch of her back had him rolling his head backward as his hips rotated forward, going deeper and harder.

“That’s it slut. Take my fucking cock.” He gritted his teeth, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulling it backward before wrapping a hand around her neck and lifting her body to his chest. 

She was completely gone. She could only look at him with teary eyes that begged him to claim her.

Deeper, harder, faster.

“D—d…” 

“Good fuckdolls keep their mouth shut.” He tightened his grip on her jaw, tapping on her mouth to open it up before spitting inside.

“Swallow.” If the warmth of her cunt didn’t kill him, it was going to be her face. So needy, compliant, and dizzy from pleasure.

Their bodies were glued to each other, skin to skin with her back to his chest as he thrusted inside her while panting in her ear. 

He was supporting both of their bodies seeing as she could do nothing but whine. His arm was secured around her torso with her hand clinging to his bicep. The clenching of her walls around his cock was always the hardest for him. She’d rile him on trying to milk his cum, taking every drop.

“You wanna cum?” He panted against the back of her neck knowing how her body acts when she’s reaching her orgasm.

She gave him a weak nod, clinging harder to his bicep as she laid her head on his shoulder. They didn’t always cum together, but when they did, the euphoria was unmatched. Harry had been holding himself back ever since he sunk into her, just to feel her shake and pulsate around him as he spilled his cum into her.

“C’mon minx, give it to me.” His tongue left a broad lick on her neck with a harsh bite. It wasn’t her clit that got her off—her sensitive spot was her neck, whether Harry choked her or sucked on her skin—she was a goner.

“H—Harry” Her nails dug into his skin as she looked up at him with sweet eyes and shaky legs.

How could he resist laying his lips on hers as he stilled his hips to empty himself inside her?

She was shuddering—even with their skin glued together. Her sweet moans made his cock twitch inside her, already hungry for more. Her orgasm hit her hard, clouding her vision and thoughts. The feeling of his cum spiling inside her with her pussy clenching to take it inside was the only thing she felt and wanted to feel.

“Fuck. That’s it, take every drop my lo—minx.”  His eyes fluttered open at his word slip up.

His eyes furrowed in confusion and immediately glanced at her face which seemed to be too occupied with cumming. His chest heaved as he swiped his hand across her face, moving her sweaty hair strands away before kissing her temple.

“Talk to me, are you okay?” He angled her face towards him to examine her expression.

“Yes.” A hazy smile was planted across her face making him chuckle.

“Mhmm. I’m going to pull out now and carry you to the bathroom so you can pee.” He gave her a heads up while rubbing her cheeks.

Once she nodded at him, he began pulling out slowly, wincing at being separated from her warmth—something that she reciprocated. Harry tried to avoid looking down—he really did, but it was too tempting.

His creamy load dripped out of her pussy, sliding down her legs, and the more she clenched, the more came out.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath, swiping his finger across her pussy and gathering his cum before tasting it.

Y/n’s whine echoed in his ear. She sported an angry look on her face that disappeared once he signalled for her to open her mouth. He spat the residue of what he tasted inside of her mouth, enjoying the faint moans that spilled from her.

“C’mon let’s clean you up.” He carried her effortlessly to the bathroom before giving her privacy and heading back to the room to change the sheets.

Who knew that changing bed sheets would make him irritated? He let out a huff, finishing the last touch right as she came out of the bathroom.

She was dressed in nothing but a plain white shirt that barely reached her thighs.

“Hm I love my bed.” She smiled as she climbed the mattress, giving Harry a show.

“Y/n.” He spoke rigidly.

“Yeah?” She glanced up innocently at him as she relaxed under the duvet.

“I was supposed to clean you up…and where are your panties?” He questioned her as he joined her on the bed—nude.

“You can wake me up at night, make a mess then clean me.” She taunted him, switching to the side and giving him a view of the shirt riding up her ass.

He got under the covers, situating himself properly so that he was attached to her.

“Is that what you want little minx? Hmm?” His fingers caressed her skin slowly starting from her arm, down to her legs.

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll see.” He nibbled on before earlobe as she dosed off to sleep. She loved sleeping after sex and Harry knew that, but it was almost 1 in the morning and she needed rest.

Harry dared to let his hand dip in her hair, giving her head scratches as she slept peacefully. He didn’t realize what he was doing until she stirred in her sleep making him pull his hand away.

His eyes furrowed in confusion as he stared at her sleeping face. First the word slip up and now he’s playing with her hair.

What the fuck was going on with him?

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Out of a dream

summary : you and THE harry styles had a one night stand.. the night was a blur so the morning you wake up you’re quite surprised.

warnings : mentions of sex, swearing, fluff?? pls let me know if there was anything else!!

*HEY GUYS!!! first of all I want to thank you for everything on my first ever writing post, i know it’s not the best thing you’ve ever read, it’s definitely not the best thing I’ve written but I didn’t expect that much love. I’m so sorry for just disappearing, life has been very busy but I will get back to things soon! p.s this is how y/n will be in most of my writings, not shy, very outgoing and sarcastic!!!*

Last night was very much a blur.

The only thing you remember was drinking at a random club in the Hollywood Hills, then stumbling into a SUV before everything else was just a blackout.

Waking up to the sun beaming onto your face, your eyes flutter open, hand coming up to block the bright light from your eyes. Although everything seems quite normal, you feel a heavy thing over your torso and a soft aroma of a Tom Ford cologne, pushing yourself up quickly you scan the room, confused on how you might of ended up here.

Well, you already know because the most logical reason would be that you wanted to get someone’s dick wet. You look down to see if the man you pleasured was good looking at-least and-

“Holy fuck.” Your eyes widen, your heart beating out of your chest as you freeze. Harry fucking Styles is sleeping right beside you, curls sticking up left and right, you realise his face was buried into your stomach because of the red mark on it.

You also realise you both were naked, quickly scrambling out of the bed- or wait, his bed. You grab your panties from the floor pulling them up, panic mode absolutely activated.

You hear him moving on the bed, sheets rustling as he sits up, glancing to him he’s stretching his arms above his head, turning his head to you and you notice the panic now evident on his face.

“Hey.. uhh, are you okay? Did I scare you or something, I promise I didn’t kidnap you.” He watches you as you put on your bra, grabbing your shirt and jeans to put on.

“I didn’t realise I literally just fucked Harry Styles, sorry.” Looking into the full-size mirror he has next to the bed you fix your hair up, not noticing how he’s got out of his bed and put his boxers back on, you also didn’t notice how he winced from what you said, he didn’t like when he was labeled as just a famous celebrity a random girl had fucked after having the best sex he’s ever had.

“Hey, chill out. Calm down I’m not gonna like bite you or anything. Unless..” he walks up behind you, looking at you through the mirror.

“Harry, this isn’t funny. 15 year old me would be absolute screaming right now that I actually finally fucked Harry Styles.” Your face blooms in redness at the confession, you see him raise his eyebrows in the mirror, smiling.

“‘S really cute y’know, your dream coming true. You don’t have to go right now.” His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you back into his chest as you keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror, clipping your earrings back into your ears.

You practically lose your breath as his hands caress your hips, all you want to do is pounce onto him and fuck him yet again. But you can’t, you always tended to have attachment issues and having them with Harry Styles was not the way to go.

You had to continue on with life and hide the fact that you hooked up with Harry in the back of your head.

“I have to go, Harry. I have a home and a life, maybe we can hook up some other time in like 3005 or something!” You muster up a smile for him, turning to look up at him, his eyes shine a beautiful emerald green, a dimple pokes out of his cheek, his lips a beautiful shade of pink.

Oh you wanted him so bad again, you knew Harry, from his music of course but you didn’t know or let’s say like him enough to be a fan, that’s for sure. He tugs on your hips again, your hands coming to his waist to brace yourself.

You did wonder if this is what the routine was with all his hookups, fuck them till he was satisfied? Part of you also didn’t think so as he was such a gentleman.

“Come on, darling. Jus’ a little bit longer? I promise, this is not what happens wit’ all the girls I have seen.” The pet name makes you all giddy, your hand coming up to comb through his chocolate curls.

“Are you just trying to make me feel bad for you so then I can follow your music and promote it and whatever?” You ask, eyebrow raising. You see he’s taken aback by that, his eyebrows creasing.

“No, no! Y/N im so sorry if it looks that way, oh my god. I promise that’s not- that’s definitely not what I’m trying to do.” You giggle at his panic, a little surprised that he remembered your name.

“I’m just kidding.” You smile as he pushes his bottom lip out in a soft pout, without thinking you push up onto your tippy toes, pressing your lips against his soft ones, he kisses you back almost instantly, innocently pecking your lips a few times before he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Harry then lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he moves back to the bed, mumbling something softly against your lips.

“Maybe you could give me your number or something if I prove to you that the night was really worth it.” He pulls away, a smirk on his lips, you laugh, biting your bottom lip softly.

“Yeah, yeah. Dream on Watermelon Sugar singer.”

You see a spark in his eyes and as he leans back in to kiss you again your vision goes black.

You feel heat on your body and your eyes snap open, the sun beaming on you, yet again. You look around the room, sitting up, you’re in your own room. You look beside you, a messy empty spot beside you.

Your head then whips to someone walking into the bedroom, it was your fiancée, a bright smile planted on his face seeing you’re finally awake.

“You were having a good dream so I didn’t want to wake you, sounded like you were having fun.” He wiggles his eyebrows, coming to move onto the bed, pulling you into his chest.

“Yeah, it was about the first time i met you.” You plant a kiss onto his bare chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Ohh, s’right when I was Watermelon Sugar boy.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “Lucky you finally gave into giving me your number and accepted me into your life, hey? Now m’getting married to my one night stand in two weeks.”

“You’re still a loser, Harry. And no I’m still not following your Spotify even when we’re married.” You mumble against him.

“Dang it.”

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“You’re so hot when you’re mean.” The sweet whisper made me smirk, feeling her nails dig into my wrist as I held her throat. The warm column was soft under my palm, holding her firmly against the wall as I took in the sight before me.

Lipstick smudged against her face, the deep red making me feel something a bit feral in the root of my stomach. Y/N was such a sweet creature, so kind and gentle. She had a delicate touch and a melodic voice, she baked her pies and rescued bugs from being killed. It shocked me how much her tastes in the bedroom when against anything you’d ever expect.

The sweet girl loved to be degraded. Being dragged around, manhandled, getting the rough treatment. Her eyes rounding and glazing over as soon as I spoke about how needy she was, how only a slut would grind against my hand, how she shouldn’t be able to fit all of me inside of her. It was something I hadn’t even meant to do, but I noticed immediately how much she seemed to melt over a bit of teasing, a bit of roughness.

You’d never guess it if you knew her. She had the most delicate and detailed touch. You’d never imagine she liked her ass hot from spankings and to be reduced to trembling mush from overstimulation, that she loved when I called her my whore.

“S’a little pathetic, don’t you think?” I crooned, tightening my grip. “Such a sweet little thing like you, but you get off on being a whore? Silly little slut for my cock, for me being mean to you?” I clicked my tongue, taking my opposite hand and roughly sliding it inside of her panties. A shaky gasp left her throat, her body squirming slightly as I let my fingers brush her hot cunt.

“Soaked. As fucking usual.” I laughed under my breath. “All I’ve got t’do is tell you to be quiet, to shut your pretty little mouth and I’ve got you soaking through. Shouldn’t even bother with panties anymore. Should I?” My lips formed a faux pout. “Ruining the things I buy you. Doesn’t seem quite right, does it? I think we should keep these off from now on.”

A shake of the head was a taunt. She knew her safe word, and she knew how to use it. She wanted me to continue. “No? You don’t want to walk around with easy access for me?” I raised a brow. Her cunt was clenching around nothing, I could feel it clearly. “Hm. I don’t think you get to tell me no, my love. I think… that if Daddy decides something, you’re supposed to be my sweet, stupid little slut and go along with it.” I reprimanded. “You’re just supposed to say yes and spread your legs.”

It had taken me a tiny bit to get fully comfortable degrading her, not wanting to truly ever make her uncomfortable or actually hurt her feelings, but seeing just how wet it got her, having multiple conversations about how it was really ok and got her off,I had fallen into the role like a second skin.

“Y-Yes Daddy.” She whimpered, breathing labored as she leaned back against the wall. Y/N was waiting for it. Loving every second. She taunted me and poked me to be mean and melted the second I did it. Sometimes she didn’t even have it in her to be a brat, she just liked to comply.

“That’s what I thought. Open your mouth.” I tapped my thumb against the hinge of her jaw, smiling slightly to myself as she opened as ordered. Her pink tongue peeked out a little, laying flat. Waiting for whatever I gave her. It went straight to my cock each and every time, seeing how compliant she was and how much she absolutely fucking loved it. “See? You can be good sometimes.” I chuckled, leaning over her slightly as I gathered some spit under my tongue, making her wait a few moments to get her to squirm. A little edging went a long way with her. Just as I could feel a slight vibration of a whine in her throat, I spit thickly on to the flat of her tongue.

I waited for a moment, seeing which way she wanted to play it. Luckily for her, she held it there with her pleading eyes, breathing a bit quicker through her nose. “There. You got a little treat for being so good.” I muttered, removing my fingers from her panties and slipping them into her mouth. The wet digits slid around the spit on her tongue, spreading it as she held her mouth open for me. “Now you taste both of us on your tongue. Can’t believe you let me do this shit to you, baby.” I shook my head. “Deprived little cunt. That’s what you are. Let me do whatever the fuck I want to you, let me own you… degrade you…” I sighed, pushing my fingers back and watching as she widened her eyes slightly. I pulled them back, resting them in her mouth. “Suck them clean.”

It was immediate. I had to think about how lucky I was, how lucky we both were that we were both into this shit. We understood the trust, the things it took to get her. My fingers slid from her lips with a soft ‘pop’, her eyes on me waiting for more. I loved her so much.

“You okay?” I asked in my soft voice, checking in on her. Her nod was quick, reassuring me she was still very happy with what we were doing. I slipped back into the other role as soon as I knew. “Perfect. Sit on the table and spread your legs like you’ve been begging for. If you can keep your hands to yourself and let me taste that pretty cunt, maybe I’ll let you cum. Don’t deserve it, but Daddy can be nice for once.”

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[narrycherries]

✰ baby honey ✰ #2 (dom!harry)

Harry’s in a dom state and you’re being a bad kitten.. who needs to be punished, but you’re just so good at getting your way with him.. (dom!Harry concepts)

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You had just walked into the big living room when you heard Harry call for you from the office. You spun around and headed towards him. It was unusual for him to invite you into the office during his set aside work hours - but you didn’t hesitate to rush to him. You missed him anyways, might as well take the chance to see him.

“Darling, are you downstairs?” He yelled just as you opened the big door.

“I’m here.” You smiled sweetly.

He sighed in relief and let his lips grin at you. “Lovey, c’mere.”

You nodded lightly and shut the door before walking to his big desk. He wasn’t wearing any fancy work clothes, just a tshirt that hugged his chest and his arms, and a pair of grey sweatpants. He patted his thigh as you approached him, so you gladly took a seat on his lap.

He pulled the side of your body into his, shoving his face into your neck. You gasped as his hands began to squeeze your hip and your thigh. He was acting like he missed you. To reciprocate that affection, you slid your arm around his neck and let your fingers play in his hair while your other hand rested over his collarbone.

“How’s work going?”

He grunted and buried his face further into your neck. “What have you been up to, my sweet love?”

You smiled, cheeks heating from his words. “Just watching a movie.. waiting for you to be finished.”

It wasn’t hard to tell that he was feeling a certain type of way, especially when he started to dig his fingertips into your squishy flesh and slowly rotate them. And when he began to press kisses to your neck, you knew for sure. Someone was feeling like he needed to take care of you.

“You smell so good, baby.”

“I took a bath earlier.”

“No, you smell good.. you smell like you.” He grunted as if he had been deprived of you for a lifetime.

You laughed gently. “Is everything okay?”

He shook his head, so you started to worry. You sighed as you put your hand on his jaw and forced his head back. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed. You leaned down and carefully placed a kiss under his left eye. He huffed, dropping his brows even further. You rubbed the end of your nose against his and he couldn’t hold back a soft smile.

“Somethings wrong.” You whispered against his lips, refraining yourself from kissing him. They were tempting, so pink and soft - but you didn’t.

“Daddy just needs to hold you, baby love. S’all.” He splayed his hands over your hip and your thigh and held his skin against yours. “Just need to feel my girl.”

“Do you need to feel me feel me?”

He gave you a gentle squeeze. “S’fine like this, baby doll.”

You bit your lip, a bit embarrassed by what you assumed. He noticed your sudden shyness, and he didn’t like it. You always had trouble being confident around him or anyone else - but especially him. He was intimidating and perfect. You never wanted to disappoint.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong? You were just so happy.. now you look sad.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then to your jaw. “What’s the matter, my baby? Daddy doesn’t like it when you’re sad.”

You shrugged, eyes staring down at his hand on your thigh. He was gently rubbing his thumb over your pale skin, causing goosebumps to rise slowly.

“Y/n.”

You sighed at the use of your name. He was very concerned.

“Tell me.”

Yet again, you shrug. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, missy. Be a good kitten and tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

The idea of you being anything but good for him was frightening. You cleared your throat and squeezed your eyes shut for jsut a few seconds. When you opened them, you turned your head to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he was softly frowning. You hated that, you felt like you had done something wrong.

“Just thought.. that you wanted.. to.. to.. y’know.”

Harry always made sure he knew exactly what you were referring to - even if he had a good idea of it. So you weren’t surprised when he spoke and wanted you to continue on. He just never wanted to do something or say something you didn’t mean.

“To what, baby?”

Your eyes fell to his covered chest, you wanted to touch him. “That you wanted me.. like.. wanted to have s-sex with me.”

His frown faded. “Do you want to have sex, baby?”

It was rare that he straight up asked you that, it was always asked in other ways. You gulped gently and shrugged again. He didn’t favor that reply, so he gave you a stern look.

“Not if you don’t wanna..I.. I just figured.. you did.”

“Daddy doesn’t have time for it right now, my love. Let me finish this work and I’ll think about it.”

The pout on your lips made him frown. He brought his hand up to your face and turned your head towards him. The feeling of his fingers on your chin reminded you of the way he would force you to look at him if he got angry or irritated. That lead you to think about the punishments he would give you. How his hand would smack each side of your butt, leaving prints and soreness. Then, he would rub the pain away and plant kisses all over the marks he made. He would whisper in your ear while holding you against his chest, telling you how much he hated punishing you but you needed to be a good girl. The thoughts of punishment made your mind linger to the rewards. Eating your pussy out until your stomach dropped and you flooded his face. Fucking you slow and deep, shoving his cock so far into you and filling your tummy with his cum. You were so caught up in the memories that he had to snap his fingers in front of your face and give your thigh a gentle slap before he could get your attention.

You blinked and moved your eyes from his mouth back to his concerned stare. “Huh?”

“I said.. are you okay? You spaced out on me, baby.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. “You alright?”

“I.. I didn’t mean to..”

His eyes were soft as he looked at you, brows furrowed slightly as he tried to figure out what was going on. He dropped his thumb to your chin, only because you kept turning your head. He shifted you back, keeping a grip on your soft skin.

“Are you feeling little?”

You shook your head lightly. “No..”

Harry knew that just because he was in a dominant mindset, you weren’t necessarily in a small space - and vice versa. He could easily tell when you were slipping into a subspace, but he didn’t see any evident signs at the moment - that’s why he was confused.

“Hm.. what’s wrong? Are you thinking of something?”

You shrugged again, moving your hand to grip his shoulder. “Don’t you need to finish some work?”

He frowned. “No, ma’am. You’re not gonna ignore me.”

A groan fell from your lips. “M’fine Harry.. Daddy.”

“Are you just upset because I said no?” He asked with a sigh. “I told you I’ll take care of you after.”

“But you.. you never let me come in here.. unless you need me.” You huffed. “And I thought you needed me.”

He gave you pinch on your thigh, not liking the tone of your voice. “I do need you, but you know sometimes I jsut want to hold you, baby love.”

“But.. but I want you now..”

He shook his head, denying you of what you wanted more than anything. You didn’t tell him, but you craved to have him pound you. Feeling his cock under you made you tingle, even though he was soft. It was still so big and you wanted it to get lost inside of you.

“I asked you and you said no.” He huffed.

“I didn’t wanna then!” You whined back.

“Five minutes ago? Now you do?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head. “You had your chance.. And you know the rules. I’m working, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and lowered both hands down to your lap. You were resting one on top of his hand, but you weren’t making any efforts to hold it.

“Go back in there.. go do whatever you were doing before.” He instructed with a cold tone.

You let out a shaky breath. “I don’t wanna leave.”

“What did I say?” He sternly asked, hand gripping your thigh.

“I’ll be good.. I swear. Won’t say anything else.”

When you pressed your hand to his chest, Harry’s mood changed. He felt bad for being so rude all of a sudden. He understood your frustrations, and he had no reason to punish you. He thought for a moment, then decided you could stay.

“Alright. But stay quiet while I work.”

You behaved for a while. Harry let you curl your arms around his body and rest your head in the crook his neck while he read emails and replied to them, typing with one hand since he held into your waist. You tried to fall asleep, but you kept getting distracted as you thought about him. You kept imagining the feeling of his cock deep inside of you, the warmth of his release filling you up. You chewed on your cheek as you kept thinking about the way he grips your hips as he snaps his hips into yours, and how he grabs your throat when he’s trying to relieve stress from work. How he shoves his fingers in your mouth while fucking your hole. Every now and then he would grip your waist, and it would remind you of how he would let you ride him - but take over so he could move you faster, slamming your body down onto his cock. He always held your waist tight whenever he did that.

“Harry..” you muttered quietly as your fingertip trailed along the collar of his shirt. You rubbed his collarbone, wishing you could see him undressed. “Harry.”

He heard you both times, so he thought maybe something was wrong. “What is it?”

“M’bored.”

He hummed, but didn’t say anything. He was trying to focus on the computer screen. That made you even more impatient. You tapped the base of his throat, lifting your head some to see him better. He glanced at you, but hardly noticed that you were irritated. You rubbed your fingers over his throat, feeling his Adam’s Apple move.

“Can you take a break?” You whispered quietly, hoping to not make him angry. You could be a brat if you wanted to, but you didn’t.

He ignored you again, eyes planted on the screen. You huffed and pouted your lips out. Your fingers danced up his throat until you reached his jaw. You drew small circles over his skin, moving your touch to his chin. The stubble on his face always intrigued you, it made him look very mature and you liked it a lot. He figured you were just playing with the tiny hairs like usual, so he still didn’t react.

You occupied yourself with staring at his skin and messing with the hairs for a few minutes, but that also became boring. You trailed your index fingertip up the corner of his mouth and gave it a gentle tap. Still, no reaction from him. You started to mess with his bottom lip. You pulled the pad of your finger across the soft skin before returning it to the middle. You pulled his lip down, sliding the tip of your finger into his mouth. You got his attention finally, but it didn’t benefit you.

He grunted and moved his head back, your finger leaving his mouth. “Quit it.”

“M’just touching you.”

“Don’t touch my face. I’m trying to finish this stuff, honey.” He sighed heavily, but you could tell he was just tired not mad or anything bad.

“But I love your face.” You softly whimpered.

He shifted his eyes to yours, giving you hope. “Touch me down here or something, baby. You can touch my face later.” He grabbed your wrist and gently moved your hand down to his neck. His eyes moved back to the emails, and you were no longer his focus.

“Okay.” You uttered, barely moving your lips.

Of course you wanted to make him happy, so you did as he said. It took all of your strength to focus yourself on his neck and collarbones, hoping to pass time. Your nail gently traced shapes into the base of his throat. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your other arm around him. You felt safe, but you wanted to have his attention. In order to yet again distract yourself, you thought about Harry.

You thought about how he rubs lotion into your skin and brushes your hair before braiding it. You thought about how he tickles your sides as he plants pecks all over your lips, and how he sucks marks onto your neck to claim you. How he cuddles you on the couch under a cozy blanket. How he puts you on the counter as he cooks so you could be by him..

“Harry.” You grunted all of a sudden, not knowing you were saying anything until after your lips closed.

“Hush.”

“But-“

“Baby, hush.” He was still calm, so at least you weren’t in trouble yet.

A pathetic whine fell from your lips. “C’mon, please. I’ve been good.” Your hand moved to his nape were you held on tight.

“You’re not being good now.”

“Harry, please. I need something.. anything.”

He wasn’t looking at you. “You’re gonna get a spanking if you don’t hush.”

“At least you’ll be paying attention to me then.”

Harry shoved the keyboard away from him and looked directly at you. The way his brows arched down and his lips went to a straight line told you everything you needed to know - he was pissed.

“Watch the attitude.”

“Harry-“

His hand grabbed your throat and he gave you a squeeze. “Watch it.”

You nodded gently, nails scraping at his wrist. He shook you off as he removed his hand. He put it on your thigh, having no intentions of needing to use it again. You got the point, and you knew he was angry.

“M’sorry..” You relaxed yourself some, the annoyed tone no longer present. “Just got tired of being quiet.. kept thinking about you.. wanted to touch you.”

“I don’t care what you wanted. I told you to be quiet, and you said you’d behave. Which you didn’t.” He shrugged, acting as if he didn’t give a damn about your feelings.

“Please, Harry, don’t be mean. M’sorry. I am. I.. I just miss you so much.. you’ve been working all day.. just wanna hug you and kiss you and touch you.”

He shook his head when you tried to touch his chest. “I let it slide, baby. I let those little interruptions slide and you continued to misbehave.”

“Just cus I want you.. You always say to.. to tell you when I want you.”

“I told you to be quiet.”

You dropped your head down on his shoulder, hiding from his eyes. He sighed heavily, but squeezed your waist to comfort you. You felt very guilty for even making a little scene.

“Tell me what you kept thinking about.”

You swallowed as you realized he was talking to you. You squeezed your eyes shut and took in a big breath.

“Lots of stuff.” You shrugged.

“Tell me.”

You licked your lips, taking a moment to collect the thoughts from earlier. “Um.. thought about you.. and how you fill me up.. how you use your mouth.. make me feel really good.. make me cum hard.. And how you put it all the way in.. how you give me butterflies and shivers and.. and you. Just thought about you.”

He tapped your thigh, but didn’t initially say anything to you. Your heart was shaking in your chest, anxiety filling your bones as you waited. His hand slid down to your hip, giving you the idea that maybe he wasn’t that upset with you.

“You still didn’t listen to me, baby cakes. You know I don’t like it when you don’t listen.”

“Harry, I’m sorry.” You huff at yourself, disappointed by your mistake.

He hummed. “And you don’t like it when I’m mad at you, hm?”

You shook your head, but used words just in case he wanted to hear you speak back. “I don’t.”

“Tell me how.. you could fix it, hm.”

A nervousness washed over you, yet you spoke loud enough for him to hear you. “Can.. can suck you off.”

“Get on your knees, then. Make it up to me.” The pat to your thigh was an indication to do as he said.

You leaned up, hoping to get a kiss from him before you took care of what was growing in his pants. When you pressed your lips to his chin, you highly expected him to shove you away, but he didn’t. He groped your hip as your lips moved to his. He held you there for a moment, tongues not involved in the kiss.

“Go. Be a good girl.” He said as he pulled away.

You nodded and immediately slid off his lap and dropped to your knees on the floor. He parted his legs further and moved closer to the edge of the chair so you could have easy access. You were close to the desk, one wrong move backwards and you’d smack your head. He turned his attention back to the computer as he started to type. You knew you had a little freedom to do as you pleased, as long as you got him off in the end.

You pulled at his sweatpants, and he aided you by lifting off the chair for a second. He didn’t look down at you, just relaxed once you had his underwear pulled down, too, just enough for you to pull his hardening cock out. You smiled, happy to finally see it. It was growing, almost fully erected. You gave it a nice tug, helping the blood flow quicker. Harry grunted when you did it again. You glance his way, but he wasn’t watching you.

Impatience got the better of you, so you let some spit pool into your mouth before leaning up, mouth over his tip. Your lips formed an o shape and the spit fell onto him, coating his red, swollen skin. He was hard now, thanks to the firm squeeze you gave his base. You absolutely adored every moment Harry spent pleasuring you and treating you so good - but you loved to please him even more. Loved to hold his cock while you suck on the tip, loved to run your fingers over his balls and kiss over the small bit of hair. You loved feeling him slide his length down your throat, your tongue hot and wet against him. You just locked his cock - whether it was in your cunt or your mouth.

You use one hand to pump him slowly and tight, and the other gently cups his balls. He groans above you as you tighten your grip at his tip. You sat back on your legs to stare at his manhood. You were fascinated by it, so in love with every inch of him.

For a few minutes you just used your hands to please him, but you soon got bored and wanted more. Without a warning, he didn’t want one anyways, you took him into your mouth and moved your hand so you could take him down your throat. He grunted as he felt the warmth of your mouth. You held back a gag, and didn’t breathe for a few moments. Your nose got tickled from his hair, but you ignored the feeling. Another gag was restricted.

“Baby doll.” Harry suddenly grabbed your head with his hands and forced you off his cock. Your head fell back, eyes watering and lips covered with slobber. He sighed at the glorious sight, but remembered why he stopped you. “Do not hurt yourself. Go slow, angel.”

You nodded, eyelashes batting at him. He let you go and tore his eyes from yours. You continued, taking hold of his balls as your tongue licked stripes up his length, swirling around his slit. It made you feel like you had more power now - you could easily get his attention with a hard suck or a deep swallow.

“So big.” You muttered as you came for the tip.

He chuckled softly, but didn’t give you any direct attention. Your mouth closed around him, half way down his length. You hollowed your cheeks and held your breath. Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of you holding air in your lungs or preventing any from coming in. Whenever he put his hand on your throat, he never squeezed hard enough for it to hurt you. He huffed and gave your cheek a gentle slap.

“Stop.”

You came off him, gasping for air. When you moved your eyes to his, he had a frown on his face. You pouted, upset that you didn’t listen to him.

“Don’t want to listen?” His fingers grabbed your chin. It was wet from your spit. “Now you aren’t allowed to take me down your throat.”

“No, please!” You whined, hands grabbing his thighs. “I’ll be good, promise.”

He shook his head. “No you won’t. You can suck on me, but do not hold me in your mouth. Understand?”

You rolled your eyes, but nodded anyways. When his hand popped your jaw, you whimpered.

“Watch the attitude, babe.”

“Harry, I-“

“Nuh uh.” He pressed his finger over your lips. “Hush it.”

He kept the pressure there for a minute, waiting to see if you would retaliate but you didn’t. He moved his hands back to the keyboard and allowed you to continue. You gripped his base tight and swirled your tongue around the tip. He always liked that a lot, so you kept doing it for a few minutes. He groaned and dropped a hand down to the side of your face. You were pleased to know you had some of his attention now.

You sucked on the tip for a long moment before popping off. He sighed when you spit over the slit. You watched with a smirk as it dripped down his length. His hand slid into your hair and he held onto you, not tight - but hard enough to keep you in place.

A sneaky idea filled your mind as you heard him groan again. He was experiencing so much pleasure that you knew he wouldn’t want you to stop doing anything - so why not take the risk? You closed your lips around his tip and sucked on it for a few moments before twirling your tongue around him. He was releasing pleased sounds above you, giving you confidence to continue. Without any hesitation, you took him into your mouth and slid his length down your throat, or as best as you could without going to fast. He grunted at you, tugging at your roots, but you didn’t let up. You held your eyes shut as you kept him in your throat - cheeks hollowed around him.

“Fuck.” He blurted suddenly as he used both hands to pull you off his length.

You lifted your head and gave him a pathetic pout, hoping he wouldn’t be upset with you. Did he even notice? Or was he trying to edge himself? Sometimes he enjoyed that, but unfortunately now was not one of those times.

“You’re being a brat today, baby.” He said with a frown, disappointment spreading over his face.

“Don’t be angry, please. Just wanted to have you in my mouth.” You whined, hands grabbing his knees as you begged. “Please, don’t be mad.”

“Get up.” He said as he stood up from his chair, his hand grabbing your elbow to pull you up with him. “Turn around.”

“No, no spanks, please.” You whispered as he rotated your body and pushed you down, bending you over the desk. You braced yourself on the wood, trying not to knock anything off. “Harry, please.”

“You know better than to misbehave.” He sighed as he tugged your leggings down your legs, pulling your panties down, too. “I don’t like it when you continuously disobey me.”

“Harry.” You whined as the cool air in his office made your bare skin flush.

He was completely ignoring your pitiful attempts at apologizing and trying to avoid the punishment you knew was coming. “I let you get away with it earlier. I shouldn’t have done that, makes you think you can get away with every little thing.”

“No, no please. I didn’t mean to.”

“Didn’t mean to take me down your throat after i told you not to? Doesn’t work that way, baby.” He sat his hand on your cheek and kneaded your skin slowly. “You know I don’t like to punish you, and you know it makes me upset.. yet you chose to do bad things anyways.”

You shook your head a few times before looking over your shoulder. “Please, pretty please. I’ll be a good girl. M’your good kitten.”

“Don’t even try, peach.” He gave you a stern look before your head fell back down, eyes squeezing shut as you awaited the impact.

Harry pulled his hand back and slammed it down onto your flesh. You winced at the pain. It had been a while since you got this kind of punishment. Usually, you behaved. Harry did it again, this time a bit harder.

“Harry.” You whined, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Three more.” He told you, rubbing his hand over your skin to soothe you until the next smack.

“Just.. just five?” You were actually confused by that - his minimum is always ten.

He laughed softly. “Do you want more than that, princess?”

“No! No! Five is enough!” You quickly protested what he was insisting.

“That’s what i figured.”

He returned to your punishment, smacking you for the third time. You noticed that that one was slightly softer than the previous two. Maybe he felt sorry for you? Harry didn’t like punishing you by spanking - he actually rarely does. But you had done too much and he was fed up with your behavior. He knew that denying you of an orgasm wouldn’t be as effective as spanking, nor would not letting you touch him while he fucked you. Those things don’t affect you as much.. and he definitely knew that. Besides, those were punishments he gave when he really didn’t want to punish you. It hurt his feelings sometimes to give you consequences, but he knew you had to get them in order to learn.

“Last one.” He said, squeezing your cheek before bringing his hand back.

You whimpered as he smacked you, once again it was quite light compared to the others. You decided on not saying anything about that, just in case he wanted to make a point about how hard he could do it.

“Now, c’mere.” He grabbed your waist and turned you to face him. His right hand, the one that just did all the slapping, gently touched your jaw, lifting your head up. “I hate doing that. Please, don’t make me do it again any time soon.”

You pouted your lips out. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yes i did, missy.” He lifted his brows at you. “Lose your attitude.”

You huffed at him, eyes flicking away from his. He shook his head in disbelief at how you were acting today. You were quite hyper and sassy - it was unusual. He looked at you for a moment, then decided you needed to be punished in a different way, a way that would make it enjoyable for him.

“Go get the purple toy and the remote.” He let your face go and stepped away from your body.

Your eyes widened as you watched him pick up your pants from the ground. “Why!”

He chuckled at the fear in your voice. “Because i said so.”

“But, but.. I just got my punishment.” You whined, lip quivering at he thought of what he was going to do to you.

“You complained it wasn’t enough.”

“No, no, no! No i didn’t!”

He smirked as he sat back down in his chair, looking up at your half naked body. “Do what I said. And, you better come back in here naked.”

You knew you had to do what he said, so you didn’t hesitate to go to the bedroom. You stripped naked and grabbed the specific toy he wanted out of the nightstand. You didn’t necessarily like this one because you knew how he’d use it on you.

When you returned, he was sitting in his chair, arms crossed on his chest. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you realized he had moved one of the chairs from in front of his desk to the side - facing him so he could see you.

“Good girl.” He smirked as you handed him the toy. He reached into one of the drawers and grabbed a bottle of lube. “C’mere, sit on my desk for a moment.”

You did as he asked, sitting your feet on his knees and letting your legs fall open. He poured lube on the toy then put some onto his fingers.

“Someone’s wet.” He mumbled before rubbing your cunt, spreading the lube around your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts.”

You nodded as he began to insert the toy into your hole. You didn’t feel any discomfort, which was a good thing. Once it was in far enough, he motioned you to the chair.

“Am I.. am I allowed to make noise?” You asked through a whimper as you sat down, your legs up on the arms of the chair so he could watch.

“Yes, you are allowed to.” He answered with a smile. “Make as much noise as you want..”

“M’sorry. Please don’t make it bad.”

He chuckled as he rolled his chair back up to his desk, the remote in his hand. Without a word, he pressed a button and you instantly moaned from the vibrations.

“No, please.” You whined when you saw him press down on the button that increases the vibration. “Oh, Harry!”

He didn’t react to your cry, instead he picked up where he had left off on his computer. You kept sucking in short breaths as you watched him type on the keyboard, wishing his fingers were inside of you. You attempted to distract yourself from the heavy vibrations coming from the toy, but it was nearly impossible.

“Can.. can I.. can I cum?” Your staggering voice made his head turn towards you, a smirk plastered over his face.

“No.”

“No!” You cried out as he suddenly pressed the power button on the remote - the toy shutting off inside of you. “Please.”

“Hush.” He lifted his brows at you. “Rub yourself until I tell you to stop.”

Without question, you spit on your fingertips and dropped your hand between your legs. You knew that if you obeyed him, he would most likely go easy on you. His eyes moved back to the monitor, making you pout your lips out. Not only was he refusing to watch you, but he was making you get yourself off. You’ve become so spoiled by him that it felt unnatural to touch yourself. You were convinced that his hands were much better than your own.

A moan fell past your lips as your clit began to throb under the pressure of your fingers, even though you were keeping it light. Harry glanced at you, realizing that your skin was flushing hard down there. He licked his lips and decided to press the power button again, bringing the toy back to life inside of you. You squealed at the feeling, knowing that the lowest setting was on was quite intimidating. You didn’t know what to expect, really.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” He demanded in a normal tone, showing no special interest.

You sighed gently, but managed to get a few words out. “Feels.. feels good.. kinda.. close.”

“Close?” He lifted his brows as his eyes met yours again. He dropped them down to your pussy, licking his lips again. He was very concerned with the state of your cunt, but he knew that giving in to you wouldn’t be fair. “Stop rubbing.”

You gulped as you pulled your hand away, letting it rest on your stomach as you closed your eyes tight - the vibrating toy was making your insides go numb. Harry knew you could hardly take it at full speed, so he didn’t make the decision to increase it.

“Pl-please.. s’too much.” You whimpered out, drool was pooling in the corner of your mouth as you let your head fall back. “Harry, pretty please.”

“Hush, baby love.”

A string of heavy moans fell from your mouth as the toy burned inside of you. It was nothing compared to Harry’s length, but god it was something. It was almost like a fire - the vibrating was so harsh that it felt like nothing was happening, yet your nerves were on their breaking points. An orgasm was building in your gut, ready to explode the second Harry allows you to. But you weren’t sure when that would be.

“Please, please.” You begged again, eyes opening just to meet his. Clearly his intention of ignoring you was no longer in play. “D-daddy, please!”

He smirked as the name fell so easily from your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head, toes curling as you gasped, jaw slack. Harry’s cock was raging, standing tall and proud between his legs. He didn’t even put it away when he stopped you from sucking him. He had all intentions of letting you back on it.

“Look so good f’me, baby girl. That pussy’s soaking wet.” He turned his chair slightly to watch you better, his eyes flicking from your cunt to your face - admiring how beautiful you looked as you went through the motions. “Perfect pussy.”

“M’dizzy.. Daddy.. please.” Your voice was soft as you tried to communicate with him - it didn’t take much, he knew you were in your sub space now.

He could tell by the way you were shaking your thighs and gently rolling your belly. Everything was becoming too much for you, barely able to hold on.. It was nearly torture, but it was so good. Harry wrapped his hand around his cock as he watched you grip the arm of the chair, one leg falling as the toy buzzed deep inside of you - rutting against your spot. He reached over and picked your leg back up, helping you prop it up and rest your foot on his knee for support. You whined, reaching for his hand but he didn’t give it to you. Instead, he grabbed the remote and increased the speed some, making your eyes widen and your head fall forward.

“Fuck!” You yelled, your pussy tingling as the toy moved within you. You wished it was Harry instead, but you were taking it so well, just like you knew he wanted. You didn’t care at this point if it was the toy, it was something filling you up. “No, no!” You shook your head as you saw him pumping his length.

Harry smirked as you tried to kick his hand away from his cock. “I’ll let you finish me off, baby love, don’t worry.” He assured you with a smirk, rubbing his thumb over his tip.

You couldn’t care any more, the feelings of the toy inside of you was becoming too much. Your head fell back again, your fingertips curling around your nipple. You wanted to beg Harry, wanted to plead with him to please let you have an orgasm, but no words were leaving your mouth. You were good at holding them, especially when you knew he was watching - but right not you were struggling. Thankfully, Harry knew your body so well. He easily saw how your clit started to throb quickly, your pussy clenching again and again around the toy - he knew exactly what that meant.

“Cum f’me, baby love. Show Daddy how good that toy feels, baby girl.” He encouraged you with a groan, his cock aching as he watched you come undone. “Such a good kitten.”

That did it. You whined suddenly and felt your entire body shake as your orgasm washed through you. Your stomach churned and clutched, your guts tightening as waves flooded your body. Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably, the toy still buzzing deep in your pussy as it clenched over and over. The only thing missing was the warmth of Harry’s cum in your gut, but you’d get that sooner or later.

“Fuck, look at how wet y’are f’me.” Harry leaned forward, forgetting his cock completely. He cut off the toy and watched as you slowly came down from your high. “Such a perfect pussy, yeah?”

You couldn’t react, you were still trying to regain your strength and awareness. Your body jerked in the chair, your hand falling to cover your sensitive parts - the breeze in the room was too much for your sensitive nub. Harry knocked your hand away, making you whine, but you quickly realized that the warmth from his fingertips slipping through your small folds was comforting.

“Fuck me, you always soak yourself, baby. Got my chair wet, yeah? Fuckin’ beautiful.”

“S-sorry.. Daddy.” You whispered back, eyes finally opening to look at him.

“Don’t apologize for that, my love.” He smirked, moving closer to give you a kiss. “S’fine, baby.”

You gulped softly, reaching up to touch his neck. He smirked, nodding softly to assure you that it was okay - you hadn’t noticed you were hesitating. Your fingers crawled onto his neck, curling around his nape as you held him close. He hummed softly then pressed his mouth against the corner of yours. You let out a shaky breath, accepting another soft kiss to your plump, swollen lips.

“Did.. did I.. do good, Daddy?” You asked in a careful whisper, not sure if you were still in trouble or not.

Harry groaned softly against your skin, furrowing his brows as he realized you were still so unsure. “You did amazing, my baby. Came exactly when Daddy said to, yeah, always so good at following the rules.” He grabbed your waist and comfortingly gave you a squeeze, hoping to ease your nerves. “Daddy’s good kitten, yeah?”

“Mmhm.. thank you.. s’so good.”

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah? Felt so nice, didn’t it? Daddy can tell, princess. Your pussy is drenched.”

Harry reached down with his other hand and softly rubbed his fingertips against the length of your labia, avoiding your most sensitive spot purposely.

You grunted gently as he accidentally bumped the end of the toy. “Pl-please.. take it out.. m’really.. sens-sensitive.”

“Of course, baby.” He pecked your cheek before leaning back to get a better look.

Harry carefully grabbed the toy and slowly pulled it from your hole. You winced as he got the biggest portion out, then easily popped the rest of the length out of you. He laid it on his desk and moved his attention right back to you.

“Now, feel better?”

You nodded a little. “Can.. can I have your cum, Daddy?”

He smirked, in disbelief at how sexy you were. You smiled, moving to sit up in the chair, your legs carefully falling. You were sore between your legs, the feeling of the buzzing still felt very evident, even though it was gone. You ignored that and grabbed his cock with both hands, wanting to finally get his cum in your throat.

“Of course, baby love. Make it quick, yeah? Daddy’s got work to do.”

“Yes sir.. I’ll be good this time.” You assured him with a gentle laugh.

He licked his lips and pushed your hair out of your face as you moved onto your knees on the floor, your lips opening wide for his tip. “M’sure you will be, kitten.”

Without any hesitating, you engulfed the first couple inches of him into your mouth. He groaned, combing through your soft hair as he watched you pull him back out. Your tongue swirled around his tip, then playfully flicked across his base. The grunt he pushed out made you moan softly against his swollen balls, causing his head to drop back.

“Watch me, please, Daddy.” Yoh mumbled sweetly before sucking his tip back into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl, s’good.” His fingers fell from your hair, he felt completely fucked out and he hadn’t even come yet. “Take my cum, kitten.”

You gathered spit on your tongue and easily spread it around his cock. A second after, you were taking him down your throat. Harry sighed when you stopped halfway and pulled him out. Your hand wrapped around his base and squeezed it a few times, eyes finding his.

“Can I.. take you all the way?” You wanted to be sure because that is what got you in trouble earlier.

He smirked, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “You can, baby. Be careful, yeah?”

You nodded and eagerly sucked him back into your mouth. Harry nearly busted as he felt the warmth of your throat suffocating his cock. Your nails dug into his thigh, your other hand covering his balls as you kept him in your throat. Harry groaned heavily, a burning sensation was growing in his gut. A few seconds passed and you came off of him for air.

“Fuck, kitten, just suck Daddy, okay? Just a few sucks and I’ll cum.”

“Mm, wan’ your cum, please.”

Harry groaned as you started pumping the lower half of him and sucking on the tip. He loved watching you come undone from his touch or his tongue or even his cock, but god he still loved watching you make him lose control. He loved watching you swallow his length and run your tongue over his swollen cock. He was so close.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned out as you rubbed the tip of your tongue over the slit of his head, slow and hard the way he liked. “Gonna cum, kitten.”

You whined softly as he pushed your hand back and took over - squeezing his balls with one hand and his cock with the other as he pumped faster than you could. You stuck your tongue out, eyes barely opened as you waited.

“Oh, fuck.. fuck, fuck.” Harry groaned, his stomach in knots as he stared at your mouth - those spit covered lips and your widened tongue, his target.

Your hand was between your legs, fingers rubbing against your clit as you stayed still. Harry knew you were touching yourself, and that alone made him fall over the edge.

“Fuck, baby. Take my cum, kitten.” His voice was as low as it could go, a growl following his words as cum spurted in thick stripes from his swollen tip.

You whimpered as it covered your tongue and splashed onto your lips and chin, even a bit got on your nose. Harry completely fucked himself out - watching his cum land on your pretty face was euphoric. Within seconds, his hot cum was all over you and he was slowing down his hand. His thumb rubbed his tip, smearing the left over cum over himself.

“Fuck, look at you, baby love.” Harry sighed out, relaxing his tensed body in the chair. “Daddy’s cum all over you.”

“Thank you.” You said sweetly as you swallowed what was in your mouth and licked your lips to get more. “Love your cum.”

He let out a deep chuckle and watched in awe as you wiped your finger across your nose and chin, gathering the cum to pop it into your mouth.

“Is there more?” You asked, your tongue swiping your lips.

Harry smirked and reached down to your face, using his thumb to wipe at your cheek. You grinned and grabbed his hand, guiding his finger into your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re precious, baby.”

You smiled and shrugged gently. “S’my favorite.”

“Oh, I know.” He got the rest that was on your face and allowed you to suck his thumb again. “Clean my cock, baby. Want you to have it all.”

You nodded, letting his hand go so you could move forward. Harry shuddered as your tongue slowly swiped over his tip, ridding him of every last drop.

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a/n: 🥵 I wasnt playing when I said this was just gonna be pure smut concepts … anyways hope you enjoy this update and are wanting more dom/daddy kink concepts! have a request? Let me know! Want part 3??? 👀

… part 3 🧡

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Bunny Rabbit

WARNINGS : mature content, sex, rough sex , choking, oral, fingering, sex club, dom/sub relationship. dom!harry, spitting, pushing / shoving.

This was an anon request!! If you have any feel free request one! If you aren’t comfortable with this type of stuff please don’t read it!!

“Ladies and gentleman give harry and bunny another round of applause for the great show they put on.”

harry wrapped his girl in a robe before helping her off the stage. yeah they had just fucked in a front of hundreds of people, but he knew how easily she got cold after a session.

“here you go love.” he cuddled her into his chest as they took their seats. “did so good for me.” he pressed several kisses to her cheeks and smoothly wiped the mascara that ran from her eyes as he cleaned her face.

“thank you sir.” she whispered as she snuggled into his chest. putting on a show was always exciting, but this was a huge thing for her since there was twice as many people here tonight then an average night.

“Relax for a bit. i’ll get us some waters and a light snack, and then we can go clean up.” She snuggled into her blanket and watched as the next performers went onto the stage.

“Excuse me”

She turned to find a couple smiling down at her.

“Hi. Sorry. My name’s Jake. This is my sub Sierra. We just wanted to say that you were amazing up there.” The dom spoke up. “And if you’d ever like to join us sometime, here’s my number.” He slid her a piece of paper with his name, number and address. “And if you ever wanna make some extra money for yourself. You know who to call.” He gave her a wink and left with his sub who gave her a smile and a small wave.

“Wait.” She stopped them with a small smile on her face.

“Do you mind if i hang with you guys for a bit? My dom is getting us some drinks.” she removed her blanket as she got up to follow them.

“Not so sure if he’s gonna be okay with you walking around alone dressed like that.” He smirked as he gave her a once over, licking his lips in the process at how delicious she looked.

“I’ll be okay. If anything you can protect me.” She sent him a small smile before following them back to their table.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be joining us so I only booked two seats.” He looked at her with list in his eyes. “But my lap is always available.” He sat down and stretched his arms out.

“She’ll be just fine sitting with me. But thanks.” She turned to see Harry fuming.

“Oh hey. I got lonely so i made some friends. I hope you don’t mind.” she looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. She knew what she was doing. And she knew that he knew. He had that look in his eyes.

“Let’s go.” He demanded through gritted teeth. “Now.” She knew he wasn’t playing around, but she didn’t care.

“But why.” She pouted as she put an arm around her new friend. “We were just talking.”

“I’m not playing games with you princess.” He knew what she was doing but he could care less, he didn’t like seeing his girl around other men. especially in a club like this.

“Be a good girl and listen to your dom.” Jake cooed as he moved her body towards her owner.

Harry grabbed her arm and started walking towards their rented room.

“Besides. You have my number” Jake called out before returning his attention to his sub.

“Who the fuck was that?” He whispered in her ear as he placed his hand around the back of her neck. “You know not to go wandering off and talking to strangers. especially when we’re here darling.”

“ It was just a friend.” she pouted. “i got lonely, and you were taking too long.”

“Just shut up. I don’t want to hear any more of your pathetic excuses.” He shoved her into their room for the night and locked the doors. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do.”He sighed. “I’m gonna sit down. And you’re not gonna say a fucking word. You’re gonna get on your knees like the filthy whore you are. and you’re gonna take my cock down your pretty little throat.” He sat on the loveseat and unbuckled his pants, his cock dripping with precum as he pumped it with his hands a few times.

“Now.” He leaned back as he continued to pump his fist over his cock. “Crawl.” He demanded, his cock was aching. And he was just ready to shut her up and have her soft lips around it.

She didn’t move.

“Don’t make me grab you.” He warned. “If i have to come over there you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”

And she’s perfectly fine with that.

With a quick motion he grabbed her arm and threw her body on the couch. “I said.” He took his belt out of the loop and smacked her ass with it. “Crawl.” He laid a few more harsh smacks before pushing her to the ground. “Suck it.” He grabbed her and shoved his cock in his mouth. “And don’t even think about using teeth.” He spit as he began to thrust in her mouth.

He could feel her tongue wrap around the head of his cock, lapping at his sweet spot on the underside of the head.

“That’s it. That’s a good slut.” He groaned as he threw this head back. Tears were streaming down her face and she could barely breathe. But he could care less, he knew she wanted this.

“Love the way you work your tongue.” He thrusted his hips faster, enjoying the way she deep throated his cock.

“Alright.” He hissed as he pulled her off by her hair. A string of saliva hung from her lips, her makeup was smudged and her hair was in a bunch.

“Look so pretty.” He cooed as he traced her bottom lip with the head of his cock before pulling it away.

“Come on.” He turned her body around and ripped her clothes off. “Let me see this pretty pussy.” He spread her lips apart, admiring as how plushy and pink it was since she was so aroused.

“Such a dripping mess.” He whispered in her ear as he traced his finger tips around her clit.

“Do you even deserve my cock?” He asked in a low voice. “I don’t think you do after that stunt you tried to pull.” he traced the head of his cock between her lips.

“Please.” She whispered.

He grabbed her hair roughly and brought her ear to his lips. “Did i say you could speak?” He chuckled. “You really don’t know how to follow instructions do you?”

She shook her head, embracing the pain but enjoying every single bit of it.

“That’s okay. Daddy’s here to set you straight doll.” He let go of her hair and slowly pushed the head of his cock in but didn’t move any further.

“Beg for it.”

She didn’t know what to say.

“So when I tell you not to speak you don’t listen. But when i want you to it’s the opposite? Funny how that works.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed her throat before leaning her head back.

“I said beg for it.” He spit before sending a harsh smack to her face.

“Please.” she whispered.

“Speak up.” He yelled.

“Please sir.” She pleaded a bit louder.

“Louder. You know how to act.”

“Please sir. I’ll behave I promise.”

“That’s a good girl.” He pushed his cock in a bit further. “And why should i believe you? Hmm? Why should I believe you’re not gonna go around trying to fuck other doms in this club? Huh?”

“Because I belong to you.”

That’s what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck that’s my girl.” He slowly pulled out before pushing his cock back in with force. He kept a steady pace as he grabbed her hips and bottomed out.

“Holy shit doll.” Harry groaned in the room as he began to thrust faster and harder, he couldn’t control himself. She just felt too good.

“Feels good doesn’t it? Feeling my cock just buried deep in your tight pussy. It’s all mine. And i’m gonna make sure you remember that.”

“I’m all yours.” She moaned out as she felt her pussy clenching uncontrollably. That bubbling feeling in her tummy was near its peak.

“Say it louder.” He moaned. “Let them know who you belong to.”

“Harry’s. I belong to Harry.” She moaned out as she thrusted back to meet him halfway.

“That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. I’m almost there.” He panted as he went a bit quicker, sending harsh smacks to her ass every once in a while.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He threw his head back as he was reaching his orgasm.

His jaw dropped open as he filled her pussy, the slick sound of his cock entering her pussy filled the air.

“Cum for me.” He grabbed her neck and lifted her face up, he opened her mouth and spit it in.

“Cum.”

Her body trembled as her orgasm flowed through her body. Her toes tingle, her pussy dripped and her eyes were in the back of her head.

There’s no place she’d rather be than here.

He slowed his thrusts to bring her orgasm to an end, not wanting to overstimulate her too much.

“Alright love. let’s get you cleaned up so we can go home. Need to get you cleaned up.”

This was horrible i’m so sorry lmao. i’m working on a masterlist! It’ll be up sometime soon!

Please bare with me. I’m working two jobs right now as well as a side business so i won’t be that active lmao. But i promise i’ll get to requests and questions asap! Hope you have a great week!

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[slutboybarbie]

When He’s Not Around

Dom!Harry Styles x Reader

18+

Warnings/summary: cheating😬(Harry cheats with reader), oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk ig, angst?, jealousrry, somewhat caught at the end

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"H-Harry we really shouldn't be doing this."

"You say that every time darling and yet, look where you are. Back with me again."

Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Harry's lips on yours, and you want to give in, but something's on your mind.

Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Liam's on his way-"

He covers your mouth with his hand, "Don't. Don't say his name. Now, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me."

You nod your head with wide eyes, thighs growing even more slick at his dominant demeanor.

"Good girl.", he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing his long hair out of his face as he looks up at you.

"Let me give you something else to think about." Harry spreads your legs apart, reaching under your dress and teasing the waistline of your underwear.

You wordlessly look down at him, and although you're not saying no, that's not enough for him.

"Tell me love, can I have you for tonight?" His voice seems deeper and his accent thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.

You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, pretty girl. Can I have a taste?"

"Yes." You sigh out.

"Yes who?"

"Yes sir." He has you lift up your feet, one at a time so that he can remove your panties and since your eyes are still closed, you don't see him stuff them in his pocket.

He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him.

Wasting no time, Harry licks a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste.

"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this.", he mumbles, shaking his head.

He suctions his mouth on your clit and you're thankful for his support, knowing your legs would have given out immediately.

"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you.

"I didn't say you could touch.", he smirks up at you, one of his hands coming to continue the assault on your clit.

He watches your eyes shut in pleasure, head falling against the wall. Your hands clench into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to follow his orders.

He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance.

"Can feel you clenching on my fingers, love." Harry says, his voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement.

"Bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers hm?" He asks and you bite your lip to stop a moan.

Harry stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you.

"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt don't you?"

You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond.

"Harry please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again.

"Just what? Use your words, y/n."

"Wan' you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me.", you whine frustratedly.

"Y'know I just love to hear you beg, darling. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to cum on my fingers first.", his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit your spot and you cry out.

"Yeah? Y'gonna make a mess of my fingers? Be my good girl?"

You can only moan in response, your mouth dropping open and small pants coming out when Harry's mouth attaches to your clit again.

"So close, Harry, m'so close. Let me cum, pleasepleaseplease."

Harry looks up, nodding against you in a silent confirmation that you can cum and you swear you see stars.

He has to hold you up, your leg almost collapsing and your hands coming forward to grab his shoulders.

He continues to lick into you, even after you come down from your high and you're too weak to push him away.

"Harry- baby I'm sensitive.", you tell him and he finally draws back, grinning up at you with a sly smile and your juices covering his chin.

He sets your leg down, getting up from his knees and standing in front of you, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you.

You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into the kiss, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt.

"More- I want more.", you mumble against his lips before kissing him again, not wanting to separate from him.

Harry brings his hands from your face to the back of your neck, having to somewhat forcefully pull you away from him.

"Y'know you gotta tell me more than that lovie." his voice is just above a whisper, a sadistic smirk on his face as he watches your eyes struggle to leave his lips.

"What do you want more of, hm? More of my mouth?" You shake your head no, and Harry pretends to sigh.

He tightens his grip on your neck, making you look him in the eye. "If you can't use your words, I can't help you."

Harry knows exactly what you want and how you want it, but seeing you get all needy and frustrated is something that never fails to make his cock ache.

"I want you to fuck me.", you finally say, voice barely audible.

"M'sorry, I couldn't hear you. Repeat that for me?", Harry somewhat taunts and it makes you want to stomp your foot in frustration.

"Stop teasing Harry, please. I need you to fuck me.", Harry grins at this, wasting no time in releasing your neck so that he can pick you up and carry you to the bed.

You let out a small squeal, swatting at Harry to put you down. You were never really a fan of people picking you up, but Harry just loved to show how easy it was to him.

He tosses you down on the bed, making you look up at him with a glare, "Be careful dumbass, I'm fragile."

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into that stupid smirk once again. "You've got quite the mouth all of a sudden."

Harry kneels down on the bed in front of you, parting your legs so that he can be in between them.

"Just a few minutes ago it was "oh Harry m'gonna cum, don't stop please.", he mocks with a small laugh, causing you to bring your hands up to hide yourself.

Harry stops you though, pinning your hands down beside your head. "Oh none of that. Where'd my bratty girl go, hm?"

The way that he barely has to use any of his strength to pin you down, plus his large and muscular frame boxing you in has you practically drooling.

He inches his face closer to yours, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you, but just as your lips graze his he turns to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead.

"Harry.", you whine.

"Sorry sorry, you just looked so desperate for it, I couldn't resist.", Harry knows that his degrading words have an affect on you, your hips bucking up into the air as the throbbing returns to your core.

"Y'want a proper kiss?", Harry asks and you nod, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Yeah? Beg."

It's a simple command that usually would have had you scoffing, telling Harry to get over himself and stop teasing, but you're so needy for his touch that you give in.

"Harry", you whine again and oh Harry loves the way you say his name. "Baby please, kiss me, I- I need it."

He knows that you can beg better, he's heard it plenty of times, but he takes mercy on you, letting his lips connect with yours and wasting no time in ravishing your mouth.

He brings one of his hands to curl around your throat, adding a little pressure as his tongue explores your mouth as if he's never done it before.

You two are a desperate mess as you work to get each other fully undressed, breathy pants and soft moans filling the silence in the room.

Harry's towering over you, one hand fisting his cock as he situates himself between your spread legs.

"Condom?" You ask, trying to think as clearly as possible.

Harry looks almost offended that you've asked, scoffing as he positions his tip at your entrance.

"Since when have we ever used condoms?"

"I dunno, I just thought maybe-"

You're cut off by a gasp as he begins to push into you, the familiar stretch and slight burn settling in.

You hear Harry swear under his breath, hips flush against yours,

"You just thought what?", he asks as his head dips down, nosing along your jawline before kissing on your neck.

"I- uh.", you stutter, losing your train of thought do to the feeling of Harry's cold cross necklace grazing your chest.

"It's because of him right? You're worried that he'll have to feel my cum deep in this pretty pussy of yours, aren't you?"

And although his tone is somewhat playful, there's a bite to it. You know how Harry feels about having to sneak around, how he wishes you were his and his only.

He doesn't allow you to respond tho, knowing that's a conversation you'll have to have at a different time. His hips slowly begin to move against yours, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan.

"Fuck fuck fuck.", Harry groans against your ear.

Your hands are clawing at his back as his thrusts pick up pace, and as much as he loves that, he redirects your hands to his hair. 

You immediately begin to tug at his long locks, loving the way it feels between your fingers.

"Shit- Harry, I think I'm gonna cu-"

You're cut off once again, but not by Harry, by the sound of your front door opening.

"Babe, are you home?"

~~~~~

It’s been a while😅

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[goldenharystyles]

Mean

‘’cmon let’s have dinner’’ he broke silence. ‘’yeah, smells amazing thank you so much. pasta makes me feel good’’ ‘’no worries love I love making you feel good’’ he smiled again ‘’I mean i love doing things that make you feel good’’ he tried again then laughed ‘’it’s gonna sound dirty even if I try again so lets get your mind out of gutter and have nice dinner’’

sneak peak for you guys. I'll be writing smut (just warning you know since some of you guys tell me I write extreme) will be out tomorrow night may so in 24hrs?  yeah....

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[domsaysstuff]

Steve's kindness is, like all self-taught one, a mirage of borrowed expressions, a collage of habits picked from people he loved, a bit stilled but eager and well-meaning, sometimes a bit chopped at the sides, a growing want to let the good feelings out in front of the right people.

Eddie liked to sometimes watch him and find all the signs of other people in him, try to match them up to right people.

He would watch and think - this is Nancy's stubbornness to never give up on people and Dustin's loyalty, he would see him trying to give advice to Dustin and see Johnathan's akward pep-talks to Will. The way he would always try to have snacks for the kids screamed both Joyce's and Mrs. Henderson motherly kindness. His willingness to sit in silence, a steady presence, when somebody needed it shined with Will's warmth. How he fights for the people he cares about, letting his meaness be a defense for them all, a barier and a shield similar to Max's snark.

And whenever he found himself to be the matching person? It made him feel loved, so fucking loved and seen that he would choke on it.

Eddie sometimes would make a game out of it, to found the matching puzzle whenever Steve's kindness shone (and it was a lot of the time). It was always someone from the party and he would always find himself with a strange fond warmth whenever he realized who it was. And usually he was good at it, it wasn't really hard when he loved and knew all those people too

There were exceptions though. The first one was Robin and it wasn't for the lack of Eddie's knowledge and love for her and moreso because of the whole RobinandSteve being always so SteveandRobin, never really separate. Whatever was Steve's was also Robin's, their clothes, habits or sometimes even their smiles shone in the same way. They were mismatched in a funny melted together sort of way, his kindness was her and hers was his and it was hard to difference between the two when even they didn't know where one ended and the other began, they traded traits like they traded clothes, wore them bright pink socks with yellow soft sweater, a joke to cheer you up with a soft you can tell me anything in the same breath.

He didn't really knew whose kindness it was the innate one that must have been deep within Steve before he let it shine or Robin's. He didn't think it would really matter anyway, they would trade it between themselves like shiny cards anyway.

The other one was a smile. An unique one, one that Eddie swore he saw somewhere before and that lacked the freckles and a missing teeth except noone in the party had these two traits, at least not as Eddie knew them and he could never find that one puzzle. It was boyish and full of mischief, usually with a starry reflection in Steve's eyes.

The last one was a lift in his tone, the way he would make his voice honey-like sweet when he tells Robin her new haircut suits her or El's new shirt brought out her eyes. The intonation always made Eddie think of bubble gum and sugared summers.

He couldn't place the last two to nobody. At least not until Steve told him about Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins.

Obviously Eddie knew about them, but Stevie didn't talk about how they are. But how they used to be.

"Sweet." he said while passing the joint they shared laying on Eddie's bed, pressed from shoulders to their ankles. "Carol used to be sweet, warm with the naive love only kids hold" Steve's eyes were looking out the window of Eddie's room, as if he could see the young version of them just outside playing childlish games. "and Tommy used to be wild. But not like bad wild, more like he was always chasing trouble, adventure. Like kids do."

And Eddie couldn't see it, not with how the world twisted them into different people, cruel. More cold, all sharp teeth and autumn's rain.

Except he could, he could in Steve's special smile and the sound of his voice, he could see it and he could see the love that Steve Harrington had for them.

"They're douchebags now," he said when Eddie voiced it out loud "but I did loved them once, sometimes I feel like I've never stopped, they just... Grew out of my love, grew into something I couldn't."

It should be strange, to love something someone isn't anymore, but to Eddie it just spoke of the way Steve Harrington threw himself into love, how he never really stopped loving and caring. It was admirable, it was so lovable and it was so Steve-like. Earnest in the sweetest way.

It made sense that Steve Harrington would love people even through his expression of it.

#idk what this is #i just kept thinking about how at some point Steve must have loved Tommy and Carol #and yeah some relationships are bad and you need to drop the people because they are as*h*les but that doesnt mean the love was never there #or that you don't sometimes feel the ghost of it when you think of them #And I think Eddie - just would watch the people he loves - would observe them and analyze them #cathegorize them or their habbits and expression into something a little cabinets in his mind #this is kind of shitty but oh well i've written it so now i'm bestowing it onto others #i'm trying to get back into writting because my laptop will be hopefully fixed soon and i'll actually could write then #but i cant so for now this ficlet is here #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #platonic stobin #my writing #ficlet #dom's tumblr writing

[cheolhub]

thinking abt mean dom!dino again and my eye is twitching

#my 2 mean dom!dino wips staring hard asf at me rn #im so serious tho #MAYBE TMI BUT #dino is so hard for me to write bc he makes me TOO H word #AND I JUST #LIKE THE GRIP HE HAS ON ME…

[enalovesharry]

Always a Fineline

warnings - little angstyyy blurb!

summary - basically just you and harry divorcing. lol.

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There sat the divorce papers between you and your husband, Harry.

Nothing had worked, you’d both been doing couples counselling and tried to build the love back up with endless dates and nights with just the two of you.

Still nothing.

You two weren’t toxic to each other, no, the spark between you both just wasn’t there anymore. It’s like the love between you and Harry had died down, all that was left was an empty hole in both of your hearts.

You met Harry while he was alone at a bar in 2013, from there you both built a really good relationship that soon turned romantic with Harry finally getting down onto one knee in 2016. Now, 2 years later you were both sat at the table Anne gave you and Harry after you’d both moved into the new house.

Harry stared down at the piece of paper, a sad gloomy dew clouding his eyes, the green appearing almost a dark grey colour.

Signing this paper was the last thing you’d have to do before parting ways for good.

“Who gets the house..?” Harry asks, holding the tip of the pen just above the signature box on the form, a frown prominent on his lips, eyes never leaving the paper.

“H, we already talked about this. I’m okay with staying with my parents till I get my new apartment.” You lean back in your chair slightly, eyes still on the curly headed boy you’d thought you’d always call home.

Harry nods sadly, bringing the pen down onto the paper, signing his name slowly before dropping it onto the page, sliding it across to the middle of the table. Yet, he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes still find his way to either the table, the wall behind you or the piece of paper.

“So.. that’s it?” He almost whispers, shrugging one shoulder, finally his eyes meet yours, both your hearts almost break, seeing the visible pain and tiredness on both of your faces, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the build up of this moment.

“You’ll be okay, Harry. I’m still gonna be here for you.” You smile sadly, trying to lighten the mood, even though there’s nothing light about this.

He shakes his head. “It won’t be the same as it was, Y/N. You know that.” He frowns, his head bowing down once again to avoid eye contact.

You stand up, walking around to his side of the table, hands softly coming in contact with his jaw, picking his face up so he’s looking up at you, like he’d always do when you were sad. “I know it won’t be the same, H. But we have to do this, do it for the sake of our mental health. All we’re doing is going around in circles, It’s an endless cycle of this.. of us.” You choke on a sob at the end, tears finally spilling out of your eyes.

Harry had tried so hard to be strong and not breakdown in front of you, but seeing you cry did it for him. Endless tears are shared between the two of you in what seems to be your last moments close to each other. “I still love you though Y/N.”

“Do you really love me or do you just love the thought of me being around you. Think about it Harry, our love is gone.” You lean down, pressing your forehead against his as you both cry, thumbs caressing the pads of his cheeks.

“I really wanted forever.” He whispers.

“Forever in another lifetime, i promise. We’ll be alright.”

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2021, Las Vegas.

The screams of fans roar through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, it was his first show of Love On Tour where he’d debut his latest Fineline album.

Taking the place onto the centre of the stage, a crew member passes him his guitar as the stage rises up slightly, “This is a special one to me, i know a lot of you have been dying to hear it. I hope you love this song as much as I do.” He smiles, clapping and awes can be heard all around the stage.

The first strum of the guitar to the beat of Fineline is played, Harry takes a deep breath, a sudden emotion coming over him in a flashback of how this song was made. Who inspired this special song to him.

“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.”

“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.”

Singing from the crowd can be heard, harmonising Harry in a way no other concert could compare.

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

Somewhere through the song Harry had closed his eyes, he finally opened them, looking out to the crowd, something in him tells him to take a quick glance up to the VIP box, so he does.

It takes time for him to recognise the person peering over the edge, before it clicks. Y/N.

The person that inspired him to make this album was watching Harry like a hunter show this special album of his to the world.

A small smile cracks at his lips before returning his eyes back to the crowd.

Maybe they will be a fineline.

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TBH THIS WAS REALLY BAD AND SHORT CONSIDERING BUT IT IS MY FIRST EVERY WRITING PIECE SO DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU CRINGE BAHAHA!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK LOVE YA! I AM ALSO NEW TO WRITING SO THERES PROBS ALOT OF GRAMMAR ISSUES ALSO COS I RUSHED THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MONTELL FISH 😭

i dont exactly like this so feel free to skip like the whole thing!! this is my first time writing a piece like this even though i have many drafts put away, but I wanna say a big thank you to my kind friend @harringtons-honey for quite literally helping me for tips with my writing, i want to truly give you the world for that!!

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[anantaru]

I HATE EVERYONE BUT YOU

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — in scaramouche we what?

— ꒰ wordcount ꒱ — 1.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, jealous! reader, dom scara, rough sex but very passionate, scara hates everyone but you, slightly possessive scara, spitting, cumming inside of you

"you have nothing to worry about,"

"stop thinking about it and look at me," fingers gracefully trace on your bare skin, "because i need you to realize," drawing all sorts of shapes into your searing flesh, like subtle curves into your ribs, "that you'll never get rid of me," and lines dragging across your stomach when scaramouche's hand ultimately settles on your hips.

your stomach does flips at his words, and a fresh tide of relief cuts through your initial doubts. he grins and clicks his tongue, eyes dancing with amusement when he catches your shyness, "hm? what's up with you? where's this pretty voice of yours now?" and that smile, ugh, he cannot help himself but irritate you abundantly, especially when he knows how you'd react to his words.

"shut up," you hiss, "don't do that,"

"do what?" he cocks a brow, "—that?" he breathes, boldly as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles. the fire in his eyes was hard to miss and when he feels your body react to his loving trace, he's more than happy to indulge in those waves of lust— most notably show you that he'll never go away.

"fuck—" you whine, "you're mean," and you find out that his thoroughly chosen words would end up adding fuel to the looming wildfire burning between you both, the two of you high on the tension and rush smoldering the air.

and scaramouche's confessions were driving you into a spiral.

"careful there," he coos, "take it slow," for him, there was no competition, and even if there was a competition, you're not in it. you're above everything. you're perfect, no one could ever set his heart ablaze like you did.

scaramouche hums, "you're stuck with me." he candidly bites down on your bottom lip, "okay?" when you nod vigorously at him, your hips leaving the bed as your back arches into his digits, your hands finding immediate comfort in his hair as you tug softly at his roots to press his lips on yours.

scaramouche was pretty when he looked at you like that, kissed you like he needed you to survive— dreamily while flushed, his cheeks seething with scarlet redness when he inhales deeply for a moment.

but he's not used to all of this, and he didn't like the fact that you could become jealous sometimes— after all, humans suffer more in imagination rather than in reality, and you have nothing to worry about, scaramouche certainly thought he made that very much clear.

but he's embarrassed, although not because of the fact that he might've gotten too close to someone who wasn't you and experienced regret, which, in fact, wasn't possible.

he simply cannot stand anybody besides you.

truth be told, he's a little annoyed that you forgot about the fact that he wasn't a big talker per se, he even actively chose his schedule so he wouldn't see a lot of people, or anyone for that matter. scaramouche never sought out to make any meaningful friendships with the people of the akademiya as well— despite the god of wisdom helplessly attempting to push him out of his comfort zone.

with that out of the way, the real reason as to why scaramouche was embarrassed was quite silly, because it's due to what your jealousy did to him— fuck, he finds it beyond attractive, yet he refuses to acknowledge that a special heat conquered his chest like that, reaching his groin until he couldn't think straight.

there's a delicate challenge in your ways of reacting when he tells you that you mustn't be jealous, and scaramouche drinks it like water— he knows you're everything he's ever wished for, like ice cream on a hot summer day, you're melting his heart.

he nuzzles into your skin to inhale your scent, leaves soft kisses on your cheekbones while holding your jaw, making you look directly at him.

does he need to show you that he's utterly addicted to you? so, do you require it like a challenge of sorts? because archons, he'll do it, easy work easy done.

to note, it's not scaramouche's fault that people want to talk to him and are curious about the new addition to the akademiya— yet he doesn't like them, it's pestering when they get too close to him as well, ask if he could talk a little more about where he was coming from because they wanted to be nice, civil but end up making him scoff with a roll of his eyes.

enjoying his own company was fine to scaramouche— and he always found himself fantasizing about you all the time, particularly about your soft laughs and candid smiles, your voice, your stories and your understanding was like a sweet melody to the wanderer, and he could indulge in it during his breaks, before he needed to finish a mission, or he could imagine it every single night before he'd fall asleep to the thought of you.

your body was rubbing against his now, sweat colliding as he removes his fingers from your cunt and wraps them around his erection, pretty dark lashes accentuating his flaring cheekbones while you loop your arms around him— parting your legs a little so he could easily slide himself in.

scaramouche gently adds pressure on your tight hole before moving his hips, but it's slow— gentle and delicate that you can feel every crevice of his length in you.

a soft moan rips from his throat as you mold around him easily, feeling him attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of your walls as your hips twitch at the slight sting deep in your abdomen.

scaramouche was as desperate as ever to show you his love through physical attention— and the word shame didn't seem to find a place in his phraseology when he forces your gaze back under his. "open and stick your tongue out," he taps, once twice, against your lips with his thumb, "wanna taste me, right? so do it now," while keeping his throbbing dick buried inside as he purposefully moves his hips a little to make you squeal.

you cannot help the way your lips curve into a smile before you're parting your lips, applauding his efforts to claim you. it's merciless when he bundles the saliva budding in his mouth before spitting on your tongue, his crystalline eyes open to catch your tremble— how can he not indulge in this? you're nothing short of perfect, pleading for him to give you more.

"show me," he commands further, groaning deep into his chest when he looks at his saliva melting with your own and how it's dribbling from your chin, his length twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing at the sinful scenario you're living through.

scaramouche's hands clench at your waist as he fucks you as passionate as he can, his cock pressing against the overstimulated bud in your pussy before starting slow circles with his hips, your mouth huffing out candid i love you's amidst your moans.

inch by inch he slides into you, in and out in rapid movements, the more you take the better it felt having him rub your pleasure spots he so desperately desired to feel suck on his shaft and milk the cum out of his cock. he finds it cute when your face suddenly scrunches up if he moves faster than previous, your jaw parting in awe at how much better it felt the more he upped his tempo to batter your sore pussy.

it feels good— it always does, and if being a little jealous here and there would always result in this, than you'd gladly play your part as much as he needed it. it's almost like you don't hear yourself moaning and spell out honeyed praises, too occupied to indulge on the way scaramouche rolled along your walls and the noises of his balls colliding on your skin over and over.

"fuck— you're gonna make me cum fast," scaramouche gasps, dragging his sensitive cock through you like you're made for him, as if it just fits and he doesn't need to prep you, which he in fact, really enjoyed doing as well.

frankly, nothing tasted as good as your pussy rubbing across his mouth.

one hand leaves your hips before he gives your clit a little attention, pressing through the curtains that protected your sensitive pearl as he rubs your slick over the sensitivity, smirking devilishly when you arch your back off the mattress and begin to shake, your walls spasming while being so perfect when milking his cock, your pussy dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.

you cry out a sound between a broken sob and sharp moan of his name and that's when scaramouche knows you're close too— swift when he drags his hand from your clit to intertwine his digits with your own as he fucked you into the bed, your pussy pulsing around him as your eyes scrunch shut when you reach your high, falling slack against the bed and whining out shortly when he warms you with the weight of his body.

"fuck— shit!," his hips faster, his breath quicker, "you're fuckin mine, mine, mine," scaramouche falls apart,  panting against your ear and groaning lowly, his erection pulsing while constricted by your walls as he holds his cock deeply buried in you before thrusting back and forth once, twice, three more times as he spills his load into your pussy— his warm seed setting your belly on fire by how perfect it felt to be claimed in such lewd, passionate way.

"fuck," he breathes, "gonna stay like that for a bit,"

archons, it's so sticky— borderline filthy and shameless with every intention of it being like that. your tits were still bouncing up and down from the following, last thrusts of him pumping his precious cum into your hole and making sure not a single drop gets lost midway.

after a while of collecting your breathing and turning it evenly again, you giggle out, finding his darkened hair strands as you greet him with a wet, sloppy kiss, "wanna join me for a shower later?" you mumble, eyes half-lidded as he hums softly into your lips, "mhm, or i'll decline so you'll get mad at me, right?"

"i will bite you," you threaten, shaking slightly as he pulls himself out without warning to expose his drenched cock being weaved with your slick, the filthy mixture dripping along your inner thighs,

"please do, "i'm counting on it," scaramouche ends with a wink.

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[jarofstyles]

y/n sitting between harry’s thighs while resting her cheek in harry’s knee waiting for him to finally let her suck him off. thinking mean! harry + soft sweet y/n .. like him ignoring her yeah ..

Mean daddy is what yall live off of huh 😭

Same tho. I changed it a bit tho!

Warning: degradation, mean dom, name calling, spit kink(?)

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The soft, wet noises filled the room as Harry scrolled through his phone. It was difficult to ignore the drooling mouth wrapped around his cock, but he knew that the girl knelt between his thighs would only work harder to get him to fold.

She had been a brat. Plain and simple. Stomping her feet and grumbling under her breath. An attention whore, as he lovingly called her, not getting her attention was driving her absolutely nuts.

He ignored her. Set her to his knees and gave her something to shut her up. His dick. Leaning back against the chair, he mindlessly scrolled as she bobbed her head up and down on the length of him, whimpering in irritation when he didn’t even glance down at her. She wasn’t being his princess right now, and that irritated the hell out of her.

Y/N liked attention. She liked his cooes and sweet petting when she took him into her throat, the praises. Most of the time Harry was a softer dom, looking after her with a tenderness she had never seen in a man before. However times like this? She hated to admit she was aroused by it.

It wasn’t something they played into a lot, but she got off on Harry using her. Being a bit mean when she was bratty. Getting her to simply use her body to get off and treat her like a toy? It made her drip.

She worked harder, pushing him further down her throat and gagging slightly- but Harry merely fisted the arm of the chair and let the pleasure of her throat be enjoyed in silence. He didn’t look at her, instead switching to another app and double clicking to like a photo. It had her huffing out of her nose, pulling up to focus on the tip again.

His face was stoic, the only sign of pleasure being the darkness of his eyes and the slight sweat on his brow. He was good at playing pretend, not showing how much her perfect mouth was getting to him. It was even worse because normally he was quite sweet and vocal, telling her she was good. Feeding her praise kink.

Now it was the opposite end of the spectrum. Feeding her degradation kink.

It had been a full 5 minutes of her needy sucking and moaning against his length, getting him to be a drooly wet mess without a reaction when he finally cut his eyes down at her.

“Are you done being a little cunt?” The demeaning words were said in a darker tone, a hand suddenly fisting her hair and pulling her off of his length. She whimpered, mourning the loss of the weight in her mouth. The slight pain in her scalp at the tight grip and the insult had her pressing her thighs together. When Harry got like this it drove her wild. Normal sweet Harry let out his darker side and she could cum just from that.

“I’m sorry.” She gasped, ignoring the mess of spit dripping from her chin. “I wanted your attention. I’ll be good now. Promise.” The whiny tone made him roll his eyes, shaking her head back and forth with the control he had with his fist.

“Promises, promises. All your mouth seems to be good for today is sucking me off. Mouthy and rude for no reason when I’ve been so nice t’you. Shouldn’t have even let you have it. Should have gagged you and stroked off in your face. But m’not that mean.” He enjoyed the wide eyed look she gave him. Harry indulged in the darker fantasy today, knowing full well she was wet alll down her thighs.

“I’m not making you cum today, so you better enjoy this. Looking so pathetic with all that mess on your face. Just can’t help yourself when it comes to my cock, hm? Silly little slut for me.” He used his hand to wipe her chin, giving a hint of hit normal caring self before wiping it on his pant leg. Y/N was slightly embarrassed and equally aroused at the action. “Shouldn’t even give you my cum… but I want to see it on your tongue.” He grabbed his length and rubbed it against her tongue, chuckling under his breath at how easily she had opened her mouth for it.

He fucking loved her.

“Get back to work then. Do what you’re best at. Make me cum, and I’ll think about letting you get yourself off.”

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[anxieteeeaa]

Mixing Business With Pleasure

“Pleasing is an online platform and app created by Harry Edward Styles. With it, people can pay for content (photos, videos and live streams) via a monthly membership. Content is mainly created by YouTubers, models, content creators and public figures in order to monetise their profession.”

Meet Harry, the founder and CEO of “Pleasing”. His goal is to create a social media platform for sex workers, performers, porn artists and other content creators to expand their platforms. With “Pleasing” you can choose different subscription tiers, each tier provides different things such as free commissions, one on one time with the performer via video-chat and more!

Meet Lauren, the face of “Pleasing”

Lauren is a 24 year old performer at the strip club “Pleasure Point” which is also run by Harry. Lauren has been a performer for 3 years now, being one of the top rated performers in the sex industry. With her streaming platform she has over 7.8 million followers and is known as “A force to be reckoned with”.

Harry’s the one who helped Lauren rise to fame, why has he changed his mind all of a sudden??

moodboard xx

playlist-

i see red - everybody loves an outlaw

i don’t do drugs - doja cat ft. ariana grande

call out my name- the weekend

bad idea- dove cameron

side to side- ariana grande

treat me- chlöe

need to know- doja cat

another man’s jeans- ashe

sucker- jonas brothers

if i had you- adam lambert

she- harry styles

hope you’re not happy- ashe

expectations- lauren jauregui

inferno- sun urban, bella poarch

often- the weeknd

god is a woman- ariana grande

hrs and hrs- muni long

material girl- saucy santana

u are my high- dj snake, future

you right- doja cat, the weeknd

angels like you- miley cyrus

freak- doja cat

megan’s piano- megan thee stallion

smokin’ out the window- silk sonic

HIIII! i got a request and added a bit of a twist to it!! so so excited to get this started!! i hope you like it!! there’s been so much going on in my life (good and bad but mainly bad LOL) so i’m really sorry i haven’t been on here that often! but i’m working on new blurbs!

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[gamermattsgf]

Cherry popper // nerd Matt

Warnings: extreme smut / sub Matt x dom fem reader / glasses kink / praise kink / handjob / overstimulation / wave ride / virgin!matt / slight mention of breeding if you squint

Summary: the reader is in desperate need of help with calculus, something which Matt is willing to give her. However, Matt wants to be taught something in return, something that does not require a pen and paper… sex

Author’s notes: another sub Matt, but this time he’s a cutsey little nerd with glasses. Obvi this is 18+ but idrc, if u don’t have a problem with reading it by all means go on ahead and knock urself out. Also I got super carried away with this one it’s so long lmaoo sorry.

“Girl you make me numb, when we kiss until my tongue hurts” - Pink bubblegum, Lavi Kou

‘You want me to do what?’ You question in bewilderment, looking at the way Matt sits on the floor of your room cross-legged with his hands twisted in his lap shyly.

‘Please don’t make me say it again…’ he whines with a rosy blush on his cheeks, his glasses rested on his nose and framing his averted eyes as he manages to look anywhere but right at you. You sigh with your eyebrows furrowed, before leaning up onto your knees from your sitting position opposite him.

‘So let me get this straight, to pay for my tuition, instead of money you want me… to teach you, how to fuck someone properly?’.

Matt suddenly slaps his hands over his face, hiding how red he gets with embarrassment. ‘Stop. It sounds so stupid when you say it like that…’ he groans, his glasses smooshed right into his eyes. Your mouth can’t help but curl in amusement at this odd request, not that you mind though…

‘Well what better way is there to say it?’ You laugh through your teeth before deciding to carefully knee your way over to him. As you go, you mind not to step on all of the outspread papers with physics problems scrawled over them in Matt’s messy handwriting.

When he hears papers rustling from underneath you, he splits his middle and pointer finger apart so that he can secretly peek at your advancing figure from through his hands. Before he can say anything else, you reach him and carefully wrap your hands around his wrists so that you can pull the makeshift cover he made away from his face. ‘I don’t know…’ he sighs in frustration ‘I’m just umm… I’m just not very good at it…’.

It looks like it physically hurts him to admit this, as though he’s stepping on broken glass after every word. His wince after his frustrated confession is adorable.

‘I don’t mind y’know’ you shrug nonchalantly, not seeing the big problem with it and thinking that his nervous request is really quite cute instead. Matt perks up immediately, his eyes snapping straight to yours.

‘Really? You’d do that for me? I didn’t think you’d actually say yes… I thought it was so pathetic, I immediately regretted opening my mouth after I’d said it and I-’ he rambles to you in disbelief, using the sound of his own voice to calm his nerves after your unexpected agreement.

‘Matt, get on the bed’ you interrupt him with an amused quip, ceasing his endless stream of ranting conversation. He shuts up immediately, his eyes as wide as saucers at your commanding tone. Swallowing, his Adam’s apple feathers downwards before he’s standing up shakily.

‘Oh- yeah right, sorry…’ he nervously laughs. ‘Didn’t think we were gonna start right away…’ he speaks whilst moving his socked feet so that he can timidly sit down onto the edge of the bed, as if afraid that the mattress would swallow him whole if he moved up any further.

‘Sure, why not. You’re cute, plus, how else am I supposed to pay for my session today if we don’t start hm?‘

He watches you as you also gravitate to your feet, before loftily stepping over your books and folders so that you can make your way over to him. You observe the way his hands splay out to the sides of him as his knuckles twist your sheets within his palms. His veins are practically popping out from his skin with how hot his body is already. He’s scared. You can tell.

‘I- I suppose that’s true…’ he stutters timidly, trying to distract himself again with meaningless chatter, before you move right into his space.

You smirk. This is going to be fun. Your core flutters gently after voicing ‘spread your legs puppy’ because he does exactly what he’s told, albeit with slight apprehension. To ease his nerves, you decide to offer him a springboard to get him warmed up.

‘Why don’t we start with a little kissing, think you can do that for me? You suggest, placing your cupped hands onto the tough muscles between his collarbones and neck over his pressed shirt, stroking the skin with your thumbs comfortingly. Matt nods his head, as if in a daze. ‘Alright. So, the key to a good kiss is to start slow’ you begin, pushing his chin and up and ducking your head down.

You press your lips into his, getting a feel for their shape and wetness before Matt can’t help but let out a subdued whimper at the contact. You smile into it. Pulling back, Matt leans his head upwards as if needy to reconnect them, but you still have to give him his lesson. ‘Nothing open mouthed yet, you need to tease them first before you give them what they want, ‘kay?’ You lecture him, and he watches you attentively from his position on the bed beneath you. ‘Yeah okay… makes sense’ he shrugs cluelessly.

‘After that, only briefly use your tongue, maybe lick their bottom lip a little- like this’ you connect you lips once again before slicking out your tongue to pass it over the fullness of his lip.

Matt’s eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the side in enjoyment. You retract to feather your nose against his. ‘Okay now you try…’ you command him, with words of encouragement. Matt’s eyes peek open to flick down to your lips briefly, before closing them and getting lost in the moment whilst he leans down to capture your set in his.

Perhaps too lost.

You yelp quietly when Matt slots your bottom lip in between his teeth and bites harshly, tugging it down, only to let it recoil back up into place between his heavy kiss. He’s a little sloppy with it and you jump back, clearly caught off guard. His eyes snap open and look and your puzzled expression.

‘Sorry! M’so sorry, was that not good?’ He worriedly bumbles, thinking that he’s messed up grandly. But you only shake your head, pressing one of your hands up into your lips to graze over them. ‘No… that was actually really good, keep doing that…’ you utter in disbelief. Matt sighs gratefully, before you lurch forward to join your selves together a little harsher this time. Your teeth clash melodically, and saliva is exchanged at a quickened pace.

It only gets more frantic after you mumble ‘gimme your tongue baby’. Matt obeys obediently and dips his tongue to lick into your mouth. Is it messy? Yes. Does it make you wetter than anything though? Also yes. ‘Good boy’ you eek out in between pants and heavy tongue brushes.

As you kiss, you lift one of your knees up into your mattress, and prominently press it towards Matt’s crotch. He takes this as a sign for him to shuffle further up onto the bed, which he does so, still with your mouths connected and your lips feathering wetly.

After a while of just letting your mouths get familiar with one another, you pull away to face Matt.

‘Let’s do something easy for your first lesson shall we? Have you ever touched yourself before?’ You gently ask, kneeling in between a poor Matt’s spread legs. His chest is heaving shyly and his face is practically as red as a tomato. ‘Umm… well- yeah, a couple of times…’ he looks down to the floral bed covers of your bed whilst the frame of his glasses slides delicately down his nose. You reach out your fingertips to quickly brush his shaggy brown hair strands from out of his eyes before pouting.

‘Aw puppy… you don’t have to be shy, I’m not gonna judge’. After clearing his hair away, one of your fingertips drops to curl and stroke against his right cheek which burns hot with fiery humiliation. He gazes up at you with the eyes of a baby deer’s before gulping as his Adam’s apple bobs again.

‘Can you… can you show me how to do it properly?’ He breathlessly asks, shyly averting his gaze whilst you tilt your head with a cheeky smile pointed right at him. ‘Of course baby boy, that’s what mommy’s here for isn’t it?’.

Matt likes the mommy comment a lot more than he’s willing to admit. Scratch that, he loves it. He feels so safe, so babied within your hold, and he wants to stay here forever. Swallowing nervously, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

Smacking your lips at the sight of Matt obviously fidgeting in anticipation, you decide to reach your own hands to grab his wrists. ‘C’mere, gimme those pretty hands’. He looks at you with heaving shoulders, now even the back of his neck as red as anything with embarrassment.

You could tell that he’s humiliated because of how much he’s enjoyed this. He also definitely doesn’t want it to stop. So you don’t let it.

Moving from in between his spread legs, you straddle his lap as you place your thighs onto either side of his hips, squeezing them softly, which makes him choke out a tiny gasp. Equally, you’re leant forward enough to fully be able to pin his wrists to the bed so that now he’s completely defenceless.

‘Oh, before we start, tits are really important too. If you want to get a girl wet, you need to play with them’ you coach him once again. Matt pays the upmost attention to what you have to say, his head nodding hurriedly once again.

Deciding to mess with the poor nerdy boy further, you mischievously smirk before mumbling ‘I suppose we could merge two lessons into one… I’m not wearing a bra, so does my baby boy want to see mommy’s tits…?’. Matt gulps and fumbles another ‘oh god’ in utter disbelief whilst you watch the way his pupils flick to your heavy chest and dilate. ‘I’ll take that as a yes then’ you conclude based off of the way he’s practically drooling for them. Poor boy has probably never seen a naked pair in real life before.

Using one of your hands, you reach it to the bottom of your shirt and pull it up over your tits, that quickly spill out and reveal themselves to be resting gently on your chest. ‘F-fuck’ you hear Matt say, and a part of you throbs after physically feeling his cock swell upwards from underneath you. ‘Yeah? You like them?’ You tease, squeezing them together with your arms and then letting them jiggle back into their resting positions. Matt’s cock rises more and presses up into your heat whilst he nods hypnotically, his mouth hung open with his fingers twitching uncontrollably.

‘Wanna taste them honey?’ You coo motherly, before leaning forward and thrusting them into his face, he looks at them in disbelief and blinks with a small ‘can I?’, before you encourage him with a ‘go on baby boy… they’re all yours, this is important’, which finally gets him to open his mouth and give one of them a timid little kitten lick first to test the waters, before he slots the hard bud into his mouth fully and prods his tongue over it.

‘Try sucking on them… that’ll drive a girl crazy…’ you mumble breathlessly, already feeling your slick wetness trickle from your hole as Matt quietly begins to suck harshly on your nipple.

This ripples pleasure all down your spine, and you can’t help but curse into the air, your hands still in a firm clamp over his wrists. However, as he constantly sucks, you begin to rock your lower half backwards and forwards, which only thickens him more. You can feel him throb achingly from below your clothed cunt.

He uncontrollably now moans loudly into your tit, still sucking on it defencelessly because of the way his wrists are continuously compromised by the control of your hands. Licking your tits is the only thing giving him friction whilst your lower halves sensually rub together.

‘I bet you’re so big Matt’ you suddenly decide to seductively mumble, wanting to see just how far you can get this perfectly sweet boy worked up. The same sweet boy who comes to class every morning with a smile on his face, ridiculously smart clothes on and an impossibly strict attitude to learning and note taking.

You wonder what that Matt would say about this one, that sits here in your bed, his notes for studying scattered all messily across the floor, forgotten about, as he instead enjoys your tits and freely moans into your skin at your dirty praise.

‘I bet that deep down you’re an absolutely filthy fucking slut. I just know you’re nice and thick. I can feel you so much already… and you’ve been keeping it all to yourself. How selfish of you’ you tut. Matt hisses quietly, his eyes screwed up in a puppyish way as you compliment him. His stretch is definitely going to burn so fucking good when you finally think he’s prepared enough to fuck you.

‘Can I be the first one to see, pretty please?’ You pout, and Matt has to pull away from your hard tit just to gaze up at you moonily with his mouth hung open, tit drunk already and his shoulders heaving. With his permission of a shaky nod and the lick of his lips, his watery blue eyes flick downwards and innocently look at the way you now shuffle back to your starting position between his spread legs. Both of you look down at the tent formation of his pants in between his thighs, before one of your hands just can’t help itself. It glides up to cup him slowly.

‘See that? That was dirty talk… also very important for someone’s pleasure, we can practice more of that next time though…’

‘Yes please!’ Matt breathes, seemingly eager and liking the idea of hearing more of what you have to say to him in that kind of tone.

The light touch of pressure sets Matt off immediately and he has to fully expand his chest before expelling out a choked up whine of pleasure. He uncontrollably throws his head back and bucks his hips greedily up into the rub of your flattened palm.

‘Ugh… ugh… f-fuck’ he jerkily moans a continuous whimper, before unexpectedly cursing with a shaky pant at the pressure of your hand. ‘Jesus Matt you’ve got a dirty little mouth don’t you?’ You respond. It’s cute how he doesn’t know how to react, and so all of his pressure transforms into helpless sounds. You smirk even wider, loving what it does to your confidence.

‘A very important step is to always ask permission, just so the girl doesn’t feel pressured okay?’. Feeding your hands into the waistband of both his pants and underwear, you coax him to lift his hips upwards and he’s such a good boy because he does exactly what he’s told with no follow-up questions asked.

‘O-okay… please… please can you touch me now- I’m really sore’ Matt acknowledges before panting impatiently and helping you shimmy his pants off.

After you struggle to pull them down you see why when his cock bobs hungrily into the air, his tip already wet and sticky and pink like his lips that are currently bitten between his teeth self consciously. He look in between his cock and you as you observe him, his hips squirming shyly underneath the scrutiny of your stare. You practically drool as you gawk at him, wanting your mouth on his cock but also wanting to sit on it at the same time.

His thickness is perfect and the inconspicuous vein running up the side of him makes you clench. His happy trail also oddly attractive, but he simply sits there sheepishly and watches you take him in.

‘You’re… you’re not disappointed… are you…?’ He pitifully mumbles, looking down at one of his hands that distractedly picks against the lint on your bed covers. You find it within yourself to gasp at his utterly ludicrous statement.

Careening your face into his, you get up onto all fours, and he nervously jumps back a little, before almost choking on his breath after you spit into your hand and waste no time in wrapping it around him.

‘Matt you’ve got such a pretty cock…’, you praise and Matt then opens his eyes to gaze up at you with his glassy pupils, his mouth also open and expelling the cutest little pants every time your hand strokes downwards. Your spit is sticky, and Matt arches his back at the slimy consistency of your hand jerking him slowly.

‘Oh…’ he stutters with breathless embarrassment, his face going even more red at yet again another compliment before his back arches and his toes curl at the feeling of you thumb coming up to touch his sensitive tip.

‘How long does it normally take you to cum puppy?’ You muse in fascination, watching the way Matt squirms from underneath you. ‘Uh- I- umm… maybe -fuck- a couple of minutes?’ He mumbles, his voice sounding a little delirious as he struggles to concentrate on the sound of your voice. He’s too focused on the slow circular rub of your thumb against his tip. You raise your eyebrows. ‘Jesus Christ we’re gonna have to build that up’ you state, knowing that he’s definitely not going to last long.

And you’re right, it doesn’t take him long at all. Because only a couple of minutes after working on him, he gives you no other warning besides a loud moan and a hitched ‘I- I think I’m gonna-’ before a thick layer of cum spurts from out of his tip and splatters onto his stomach accidentally. This catches you off guard.

‘Shit’ You state in awe as you continue to pump him, curiously watching the way he whines as if he’s about to cry with his eyes scrunched shut over his squinted glasses.

Matt gets breathless very quickly, his chest heaving as his fists claw at your bedcovers and his legs spread unconsciously.

‘Ow- ow, ouch- fuck!’ He suddenly starts to cry instead of his euphoric whimpers. You quickly realise he’s falling overstimulated due to his orgasm and you let go of him. But when you do, you realise something…

‘Fuck baby you’re still kinda hard’.

Matt’s flushed face tilts downwards to look at his lower half, his stomach an absolute mess coated in him cum, but his cock still painfully throbbing.

Wasting no time at all, your hand leans forward again. Quickly you’re whipping your fingers over Matt’s stomach to scoop up some of his lukewarm cum. You wrap his cock back up into your fist and Matt tenses, hissing in aggravated pain.

‘What are you doing?!’ He pants out, before scrunching his face up uncomfortably.

‘Teaching you how to wave ride off of your first orgasm puppy, it looks like you need one’ you say, effortlessly slipping back into your teaching mode before you decide to use your other hand to grab his glasses from off of his face.

Matt watches with carnal desire at the sight of you slipping them onto your own face, the frame just low enough on your nose so that you can see over his prescription lenses. Something about you wearing his glasses just makes him feel feral with lust for you. It’s not like he hasn’t fantasised about something like this before, he’s just always felt really shy around girls and has never been able to execute it until now. He hasn’t exactly been oozing sex appeal as of late…

‘There, that’s better isn’t it?’ You sigh and admire the way he wriggles around beneath you, clearly in overstimulation.

Matt moans as if he’s in heat whilst deciding to bend his arm and hide his face into the crook of his elbow, his other shaky hand twisting the bedsheets and turning white at the pressure he keeps on them as you continue to touch him into oblivion. He utters high pitched pants and whimpers at regular intervals, especially after everytime your hand squeezes tightly around him, his throbbing cock slickly gliding over your hand with every bounce.

‘Ugh fuck you’re gonna make me feel so full later Matt’ you utter, his cock feeling so lengthy and thick around your small hand.

He only shakes his head in return, his cock throbbing in approval at the phrase as he releases hot breaths into the already thick atmosphere. Below you, simple instincts of his take over and he’s beautifully responsive to your touch by greedily thrusting upwards into your hand.

Pouting and humming sadly, one of your hands comes up to pet his right cheek below the cover of his arm. ‘Why are you hiding from me baby boy?’, to which Matt’s incoherent mumbles are just as naive and innocent as the rest of his actions thus far. As if his cheeks aren’t red with humility at himself enough, they invade more of his face now and even turn the tops of his ears a dusty cherry shade.

‘Cause- it’s so- so embarrassing…’ he stutters a tiny choked-up whine at not wanting you to look at him whilst he becomes extremely overstimulated.

He feels humiliated because the sounds and faces he makes after his first orgasm are even worse than the ones he made the first time, his cock already swollen and sensitive. Perhaps he also feels disgusted by himself and would prefer not to register the way his body is reacting? But to be completely honest, if you didn’t know any better Matt sounded like he wanted to be fucking breeded on the spot because he was moaning for you to take him that loudly.

‘Aw puppy… nothing to be embarrassed about… I’d be acting just the same if it were you who were touching me, I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum’

Timidly and with slight apprehension, he carefully lifts his arm from off of his face and reconnects eyes with yours. ‘Can you…’ he peeps, but quietens again, nervous to say it in front of you. But you nod your head encouragingly. ‘Go on baby’. He continues…

‘Can you call me a good boy again?… I- I really like it…’ he mumbles guiltily, his eyes refusing to meet your intense gaze as they wander about the floor instead. You throb at his submissive response.

‘That gonna help you cum baby?’ You question teasingly, and Matt nods quickly, a shaky hum in approval choking its way up his throat.

‘Fuck you’ve been so great for your first lesson… such a good boy, taking my hand so well, and so brave for taking two orgasms at once aren’t you?’ You praise him, and Matt arches his back once more, his blue eyes tearing up at just how sensitive he is now. He twitches furiously in your hand as his head throws itself back.

‘Need to cum now puppy?’ You pout playfully and quicken your hand. His breaths pant at the new pace. ‘Y-yes’ he wheezes, so you easily let him.

‘Go on sweet boy, you’re allowed’.

At this, he cries out, another even stronger level two orgasm hitting him and rattling through his gut. He’s loud, but you love it, and stroke his cock until all of his cum is spent.

Coming down from his high, he looks exhausted after the earth shattering orgasm you have just given him. All you do is smile and giggle as his rising and falling stomach calms itself little by little. Getting up from the bed, you hover over him before leaning in to kiss his cheek softly. He looks at you with his mouth hung open and his blue eyes babied.

‘Now it’s time to teach you about aftercare’ you muse sweetly, before shuffling off to find a cloth to clean Matt up, who is left on your bed with a dreamy smile on his lips…

Author’s notes p.2: thank you to my bbg @strniohoeee for helping my indecisive ass pick this idea to write next out of all of my drafts. Love love love. If you see any typos… no u don’t. The question is… do I do a Chris one now? Or another Matt one. Pls request ;)

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Wetter Than Water - LN

Summary: Lando's over hears a phone between y/n and her best friend and learns something that dents his ego. So of course, in true competitive nature, he sets out to redeem his reputation with his own girlfriend.

Word count: 3.5k (gonna say approx. 2.5k is just smut)

Themes: Smut (with some kind of a plot as promised) - oral, sex in front of a hotel window, edging, face-sitting dom-ish!Lando, aftercare :D

No part 2 requests please

"Where is he now?" Y/f/n questions through the phone while y/n lies on the sofa.

Now usually Lando has more pride than to eavesdrop on his girlfriend's conversations but he does know y/f/n and when he tone is that abrasive he worries for his girlfriend and how she's being spoken to.

"Streaming with Max I think." Y/n sighs pinching the bridge of her nose because she knows exactly what route this conversation is about to take.

"When did you last have sex? I mean for fuck sake, y/n. You can't keep relying on a vibrator when you have a perfectly fit and able boyfriend."

"Hey, he's busy right now-"

"So busy he has time to fucking game. I could find you another millionaire if that's the motive keeping you."

"It's not and you know it. Stop being horrible or I'll hang up." Y/n huffs then sighing. "Anyway...I'm kind of scared that it's me who's the problem. We haven't been out for dates in weeks, he hasn't touched me. What if he's planning on dumping me because he doesn't actually like me anyone. I have put on a couple pounds. Not being attracted to me would make a lot of sense to explain it."

"I'm going to castrate that man if he dumps you because he thinks you're not attractive."

"I don't think he'd say it like that, y/f/n." Y/n mutters before sighing rubbing at her hands. "God, I'm right though, aren't I? I'm the problem here. He's busy thinking about F1, sex is the last thing on his mind but even if it is. Having an attractive girlfriend would at least tempt him when he gets into bed with me at night."

"Y/n..." Y/f/n sighs with her tone turning sympathetic.

Meanwhile Lando feels his hands flexing. He knew it had been a while since they'd had sex, his schedule really just got that busy. It wasn't something he put a lot of thought into, stupidly. Now his girlfriend, his girlfriend that at one point he went down on for literally hours till he couldn't feel his tongue and was practically drunk on the taste of her, thinks that he doesn't want to touch her because he thinks she's un attractive. Which is the furthest thing from the truth.

"I don't know. Maybe the relationship ran it's course...we're young, these things happen."

"You could try actually talking to him, babes. Even if he dumps you, at least you could demand a reason."

"I'll think about it."

"No you won't. You'll do what you always do, avoid conflict and use that poor vibrator as your sexual outlet." Y/f/n teases probably trying to gain some laugh.

"Hey, diss me. But don't diss the vibrator...Although using it made me realise I've got the libido of a 12 year old boy who just found porn. Lando probably got sick of my sex drive."

"Hold on. Now I need to know, how many times a day are you sneaking off to take care of yourself then?"

"I'm not telling you that. Love you, buh-bye."

"Ahahaha, love you too, babes. I'm sure you're going to go pop one out before he's finished streaming. Enjoy."

"Perv." Y/n laughs before the call ends and she sighs heavily.

All while Lando has decided to make a plan. Because he'll be damned if he's losing out on rank to a vibrator.

Although he gets so caught up in his planning he doesn't hear her getting up and moving towards the door way. In fact he doesn't notice anything till she jumps walking around the corner and spotting him.

"Christ, Lando." Y/n gasps placing her hand to her chest before her eyes bulge. "H-How long have you been here?"

"I was just coming to get you. Literally just finished the stream like 30 seconds ago." Lando lies smoothly then feigning a frown. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just didn't hear you." Y/n nods then smiling a little awkwardly as her arms wrap around herself. "What were you coming to get me for?"

"I know we leave tomorrow for Bahrain, but...would you like to go out for dinner?"

"You heard the phone call didn't you?" Y/n groans seeing straight through his lie. Maybe if he hasn't immediately asked her on a date then he could've got away with it but he went straight in for the kill.

"I'm a shit boyfriend."

"No-"

"It's been 5 weeks since we had sex...over a month and yes, I do know the exact last time we had sex. Because...I might be shit for fitting it into a busy schedule but I do know the last time I got to feel you in all the best ways." Lando states then sighing. "We could have sex now and...until one of us passes out."

"We both know it wouldn't be you-but Lando that was...me being dramatic and y/f/n being a single friend who would tell me I'm not having enough sex if we were at it every meal time and as snacks in between." Y/n scoffs, and she's really not lying. "I'm not actually in the mood right now."

Lando sighs feeling like she'd not lie about that given her earlier comment about being like a 12 year old boy who just found porn.

"But when you are..." Lando trails off moving his hands to her waist. "I'll be making up for lost time and every time after than is going to count as part of my work out regime."

"Feels like more of a threat than anything." Y/n murmurs then swallowing.

Really Lando and y/n's sex life has never rarely been of the more vanilla flavour. Y/n looks at him for a moment, frowning slightly as she does so.

"Even outside of sex, I should be making more of an effort with you."

"But sex is a good starting point." Y/n grins then feeling Lando hook his finger under chin, easing into her heavier kiss than she's grown accustom to in his usual pecks.

-

When Lando asked her to climb onto him during the flight, y/n didn't even stop to second guess how smart of an idea it was. It's not their first time in the mile high club, but she already knows that Lando has a promise to fulfil.

"Lando." Y/n whimpers sliding down on his length with a shudder. "I just need a second."

Turns out 5 weeks of nose even with her completely drenched between the thighs, adjusting to Lando's size was more than she'd originally expected.

Lando doesn't say anything, instead tracing the bulge of himself in her stomach, fingers tracing the skin making her clench around him almost making him choke a moan out but instead grunt with his awareness of his surroundings.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking amazing." Lando groans quietly before moving his fingers to her clit, two fingers pinching gently and rubbing at it making her teeth clamp on her lip to contain any more noise.

Not entirely successful, but neither of them care much by this point.

They're adults in a relationship having sex on a private jet that Lando paid for.

It takes all of 2 minutes for y/n's first orgasm to crash over her but even when she lifts herself to ease the feeling of being so completely filled, his hands move to fully sheeth her down on himself. Feeling ever twitch and spasm around his dick. But he's not done and he won't be letting up just because she's came once.

"We're not done yet, don't give out on me now." Lando chuckles a little feeling her stomach clench as he says they're not done.

Y/n lifts herself lightly before beginning to bounce up and down, and just as Lando presses a flat hand onto her stomach, her eyes roll back and it takes him just short of catching the more when he throws his hand up to cover her mouth and muffle the moan escaping.

"Time to finish up, baby." Lando states keeping his hand on her mouth and moving his free hand down to her clit. He's not hitting her g-spot but instead knocking at her cervix making her clench around him to a suffocating degree. The moment he feels her tighten and spasm with another orgasm, he yanks her forward spilling into her while she seems to milk him dry. "Need a minute."

"More like an hour."

-

Y/n smiles looking around the hotel room, the door clicking closed behind her as Lando follows her in.

"You always get the best rooms." Y/n states earning a hum before she feels Lando's hands on her waist. "Lando-"

"Do you know where I'd love to see you?" Lando cuts in, his voice reaching a roguish-ness that might as well be turning her on like there's a tap between her legs.

"Where?" Y/n questions while feeling Lando pushing her shorts down before pull her top up over her head. Leaving her naked before she really has a chance to process what Lando is about to do.

"In front of that window, hands on the glass and legs spread."

"I-You want me in front of the window? What if someone sees?" Y/n chokes out.

It's one thing to be caught or overheard having sex by friends on a private jet. Though if anyone did overhear it (hard to think they didn't) then they were polite enough to not say anything or even give her an awkward look.

"Y/n, the window." Lando instruct making her look at him for a moment before she steps out her shorts pooled at her ankles. Another pause.

"What if someone sees?" She questions again turning to look at Lando.

It's not so much a concern for herself but more of a concern for Lando if they are spotted by any amount of people. Fans, media or not.

"They'll probably enjoy it just as much as we will." Lando states earning a bit of a glare. "If you keep putting it off, it's going to leave you against the window a lot longer than what I had planned for originally."

Y/n sighs moving to the window and pressing her hands to the glass, her upper body leaned forward as she spreads her legs, face burning at the knowledge that while she can't see anyone looking. She is so highly aware of her exposed position.

"For someone so nerves, you're about to leave a puddle on the floor before I've even touched you." Lando observes then rubbing his fingers against her soaked entrance, already pulsing as she drops her head and moans. "You can be as loud as you like here, baby."

Y/n takes all of a minute to realise Lando's intentions are not to make this a quickie. He has even touched her clit or got inside her. He's just gliding a finger over her slit.

"I think a safe word might be smart for what I've got in mind." Lando comments making her turn her head to look at him for a moment. "What's the safe word?"

"Lime." Y/n mumbles making sure she's at least loud enough for him to hear and not ask her to repeat it.

"Lime." Lando repeats as if he's testing the word out.

Y/n whimpers feeling his fingers finally push into her, she only managed to do a quick clean up in the jet bathroom and she's still very much puffy and sore. Though something tells her that she's about to feel a lot worse by the end of whatever he has in store for her.

For a moment, y/n wonders why on earth she had that phone call even with just the risk of Lando overhearing it. She should've known that he would do something like this. Set himself a mission of making up lost time and more. Though at the time she had been confident Lando was occupied.

How she's gone from complaining about no sex to feeling nervous about whether she can handle sex.

"I don't want your hands to move from that window. Ok?" Lando questions making her head drop. "Y/n?"

"Ok. I'll keep my hands on the window."

"Good girl."

Fuck. Is this man trying to make a waterfall from her pussy?

"You know one day I'd love to see if I could just make you cum from not even touching you." Lando states then pushing a finger into her, not entirely with warning but she moans at the feeling.

"Lando..."

Another finger and the expert locating of her g-spot has her knees forcing her to keep some energy reserved for not collapsing before he's even got his dick in her.

He's asking a lot of her to stay upright to say the least. But she definitely feels completely at his mercy.

Thankfully she gets lost in the overwhelming pleasure that's building and her body seems to take care of the rest when it comes to not completely crumpling to the floor.

The idea of being spotted is already forgotten about, but really just as she's about to surrender to the orgasm. Suddenly Lando is gone.

"What?" Y/n chokes outgoing to stand up.

"Hands on the window, baby. Keep them there." Lando reminds making her realise him stopping was intentional.

"I was close."

"I know."

Oh the smirk is audible. He's loving this.

"Really?" Y/n groans feeling the fizzle of her previously building orgasm diminish by the second.

He seems to time it to perfection in making sure that his fingers are back inside her, now with his thumb pushing on her clit making her body shudder and her gaze finally catches outside again, the remembered knowledge than anyone could be watching making her tense a little.

The feeling of her clit being pressed on is sending a quicker buzz around her body and building her towards orgasm again. She feels the beginning just on the brink, a mere second away before she is stripped of his touch again.

"No. Lando please. Please. I want to cum." Y/n splutters out desperately while he shushes her with a soothing stroke up and down her upper thigh. She didn't even realise how desperate she was till he stopped yet again.

"You're not cumming till I've got you wrapped around me, baby."

Y/n tries to even her breathing from his words and hope that he's about to give her exactly what he's talking about.

"You know I am going to let you get you down on your knees."

"Wha-"

"I want you to sit on my face baby." Lando smirks making her look back.

"Where?" Y/n chokes out watching him raise eyebrow. "In-In front of the window?"

Lando smirks as he lies himself down between her legs, smirking up at her while she looks down at him. She's almost certain she's on the verge of drooling on him.

"Come on baby, I want a taste of you properly." Lando states tapping the back of her knee. "And I still want your hands on the window."

Y/n already has to remind herself that her orgasm isn't coming while sitting on his face unless she can focus enough to give herself the hurry up in a way that Lando won't stop her from getting away with it.

She drops down to her knees, no stranger to sitting on his face and the moment his tongue is lapping her up. Keeping her hands on the window proves to be harder than expected with her no longer relying on it to keep herself up.

"F-fuck, Lando." Y/n moans shamelessly grinding down on him.

Y/n is certainly that she's already addicted to Lando like a fiend for any sexual attention he'll give her.

Caught up in the moment of being completely desperate for an orgasm. Y/n feels her climax building up yet again and for a moment she wonders if Lando is pussy drunk enough to forget his intentions but when she quivers on his tongue with a dead give away of her nearing euphoria.

Now if there's one area of an F1 driver to never doubt the muscle of. It's their neck.

Y/n squeals when she is launched back when Lando's upper sits upright.

"Fuck, Lando! I want to cum. Please!" Y/n whines about ready to stomp her foot or maybe just fully shed tears.

"I told you-"

"But...I can cum multiple times that's the beauty of being a woman."

She might go insane.

"Climb on baby." Lando instructs looking so beyond amusement. Though she has to swallow thickly when she notices the wetness of his face glistening in the sun lightly.

"It's not funny."

"I'm not laughing. Stand up I want your hands on the window." Lando states making her bite her lip before she stands up and he gets up from the floor ditching the last of his own clothing.

When she feels his fingers teasing at her again she's about ready to beg with tears if that's what she has to resort to.

But when he finally thrusts into her, the sheer pressure of being so full and relief feels as if it's actually just shifted the axis of the planet. His hands hold her waist which might just be the only thing keeping her upright because she's sure her legs gave out without her even really being aware of it.

"Fuck." Y/n whimpers as he starts moving and her head drops to rest on her bicep. Somehow she kept her hands up on the window and didn't just crash forward onto the window with her whole upper body.

"Don't crash out on me now, baby." Lando grunts while she feels her body centring all it's energy into chasing the long awaited orgasm.

Maybe to no surprise, she completely falls apart on him within a couple minutes. The orgasm feels like it's shaking the whole building but mainly just because Lando doesn't let up at all.

She can hear her voice chanting Lando's name like a prayer, but by the time she's back down to earth. Her body feels loose and flimsy from having tensed so hard then relaxed so much.

It really feels like it takes no time at all really for another orgasm to be building up, especially when Lando pushes her forward so she's more upright and closer to the window as his hand moves around to pinch at her clit, her jaw drops and a moan that has to have been heard beyond their room.

Y/n is seeing stars when the orgasm rips through her body, falling forward completely onto the window. Bless the poor person who has to clean this window but she triggers Lando's orgasm which honestly almost retriggers her second orgasm, or maybe it triggers a third either way her body is doing everything to get every drop of cum from him.

Lando slides out of her before picking her up, knowing her limbs are currently useless.

"Ok, baby. Alright." Lando soothes while she is has completely zoned out. "I'll be right back."

"Ok." Y/n murmurs forcing herself out of her headspace.

Lando returns with a cloth and cleans up the cum leaking back out of her.

"Ok, sweetheart." Lando smiles while she clears her throat as he pulls her to sit up a little before tipping some water for her to drink. "You lost a lot of fluids baby."

"I need a fucking shower..."

"We'll give you some recovery time first. I think if we test your legs right now, I'll just be carrying you into the bathroom." Lando smirks then tilting. "Especially when I'm fully intending to fuck you again before the end of the day."

"God, I think I'll be sick." Y/n mumbles before she sighs. "I know I said I wanted to have sex but if every time is going to be like that. I think I might need to start eating before we have sex. Like have something at the ready so I have more energy to burn off."

"Sounds like a plan. It might always be like that...I had fun."

"I'm sure you did." Y/n states before taking the bottle and chugging the rest of it before she lies flat on the bed. "I think you broke me. My body feels like...rough."

"That was the goal. Maybe I'll go easier on your next time. If you're good." Lando smirks then leaning over and kissing her softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. And I'm going to make sure you never feel like you need to redeem yourself again. I will be making sure that we have sex at least twice weekly unless you are in a different country."

"In which case, when I see you again. I'll do more than just repeat this." Lando hums before he reaches a hand up and gently holds her throat to pull her in for a heavy but gentle kiss.

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