#stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader

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He's Jealous* | h.s.

stepdad!harry x reader

Summary: Y/n invites Harry and her mother to an awards ceremony and Harry meets her favorite professor/mentor for the first time. Based on this request.

A/n: a quick little something for y'all. 2.3k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, lying, jealousy. this is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader and they have a very inappropriate relationship - don't read if you don't like!

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You never thought of yourself as a very creative or good student. You weren’t a terrible student or anything, you just never did more than the bare minimum. But this school year you had the opportunity to join the creative arts and writing club. You didn’t feel like you were really all that good but the professor in your creative writing class urged you to join. He featured one of your poems as part of a student artist awareness week and so you figured why not? If he liked your little poems that much then may it could be fun. Maybe he was right.

And then, by some odd stroke of luck, you won a competition and you were going to be part of an awards ceremony with other young creatives like yourself. It still felt weird to say that you were an artist of any kind or to accept the fact that you were creative and good at writing poems. It felt like a fluke. But your professor was adamant that you were worthy.

Your mom and Harry were coming into town to watch the ceremony and then to take you out to dinner afterward. There was also going to be an outing later for those who wanted to join. Some drinks and fun at the local bar which had been rented out for the group.

You were wearing a cute dress and felt pretty special at the ceremony. You’d never been that good at anything before so this was exciting for you. When you greeted your mom and Harry you hugged them both before joining the group of artists at the front while your mom and Harry sat down in the fold-out chairs set up on the lawn in the courtyard at the university.

Professor Jensen handed you your award after you went up to receive it and he gave you a nice squeeze and told you how proud he was before you walked off to find your seat next to your Mom. You were happy. Truly pleased with yourself.

When the ceremony was over you brought your mom and Harry to meet Professor Jensen. It was the first time you’d really gotten to know a teacher so well. You felt like he was your mentor in a way.

“It’s so nice to meet you both. Y/n has a natural talent that has only sharpened since she started taking our creative writing course,” he looked at you with a large grin. Of course, you were already beaming so you smiled back and then looked at Harry. And that’s when you realized it. Harry was not actually smiling. He was faking being happy. You could tell because you knew Harry very very well. All of his intricacies and quirks. The moods he’d have (good or bad). And this… well, you’d seen him fake a smile a time or two.

Before heading away to dinner Mr. Jensen pulled you to the side and congratulated you again, “Oh! And you’re coming to Poly’s Pub after right? We’ll see you there?”

You nodded, “Yes. Wouldn’t miss it!”

Mr. Jensen pulled you in for another hug before you turned to catch up with your mom and Harry who had been watching the exchange between you and the professor.

Dinner was at one of your favorite spots. Your mom asked you so many questions and gushed over you. But as happy as you were you couldn’t shake the way Harry was acting. He was pretending to be happy and proud. It was fake. He was pissed. There was some reason he was not happy and you couldn’t really figure out why.

“Will you two come with me after this to go to the pub? It’ll be all of the writers and artists. A few of the professors booked the bar for us to have some fun tonight.”

“Will your professor be there? The man who handed out the certificates?” Harry asked.

You slowly nodded and squinted at him, realizing what was going on, “Yes. He will.”

Now, it was true, Professor Jensen was an attractive man. The girls loved the professor. He was jovial and smart, and artistic and handsome. He was in his mid-forties but he acted younger and he was in good shape and he was charming. So yeah, you saw the appeal. And now you realized Harry was jealous. To you, though, it hadn’t really crossed your mind to swoon over the professor. He was a good teacher. And you got along with him well. Everyone did.

“Oh, I don’t know honey. We don’t want to be a bore. And we’ve got to drive all the way back home so… What do you think, Har?” Your mom answered as she looked at Harry.

“I think we should go. Why not? We haven’t got anything going on tomorrow? Have we?”

Your mom pursed her lips, “No. I guess not. We’d need to get a hotel or something…”

“I’m sure Y/n would be okay if we stayed at her dorm. She’s got that pull-out futon we gave her right?” Harry raised a brow as he looked at you.

Your mom looked at you. You hadn’t planned on any of this. And you supposed you didn’t mind too much but you hated that your mom and Harry would be sleeping in your dorm room just feet away from you. Not that Harry hadn’t stayed over before, but never with your mom. But what could you say?

“Uh… yeah. Sure. That’s fine.”

.           .           .

When you arrived at Poly’s many of your peers were already there. The three of you went to the bar and ordered beers before heading toward where the group was standing around.

Harry pulled at your elbow and whispered in your ear, “So is this what’s had you so busy these last few weeks? Couldn’t be bothered to make it home?”

You looked at Harry and frowned. He was really pushing it. You had been busy with school and part of that was the new club you’d joined but you were finally finding something of your own. You didn’t have anything you could call your own. Not even Harry was yours.

“Yes. It is. Is that a problem?”

Your mom greeted the professor and pulled you with her, saying something to Mr. Jensen that you weren’t sure of as you were too busy fuming at your stepdad.

It was hard to ignore what was going on as the night involved more drinks and laughs. You tried to push it down but Harry’s attitude was making you nervous. You saw him talking to the professor and then looking back at you at one point so you decided to join them both. Maybe you were too many drinks in but you weren’t going to stand there and let Harry make you feel bad for anything because you hadn’t done anything wrong.

You walked up to the side of Mr. Jensen and nudged him with your shoulder as you looked up at the man, “This is a great little get-together. We should do more of these!” You spoke loudly over the music and then looked at Harry who had a small devious smirk on his face.

“Yeah maybe. I could use a co-host for things like this you know,” he raised his brows at you as he spoke to indicate using your help at some point.

“That would be great!!”

Your mom joined the three of you and began to chat with the professor when Harry pulled you away into the hall and dragged you into one of the single bathrooms. His grip on your arm pinched as he closed the door and locked it behind you.

He caged you in, putting his arms on either side of your shoulders, “Tell me what’s going on with him.”

You laughed and shook your head. The truth was nothing was going on. He was a good teacher and mentor. You found him attractive but you weren’t attracted to him. And Harry was jealous, which you had always known about him, “Absolutely nothing is going on. You need to get a grip.”

Harry shook his head as he kept his sharp eyes on yours, “You haven’t been home in three weeks.”

“I’m in college.”

Harry sighed and backed away – moving himself toward the sink and leaning over the porcelain as he looked down, “I’m trying to be understanding and patient with you. I know you’re in college. I know you’re proud of this accomplishment,” he turned to look at you, “and so am I. You’re really good.”

You smiled, “Yeah? You think I’m good?”

Harry pushed himself from the sink and walked across the room to you, grasping the back of your neck and pressing his mouth over yours. His free hand held at your hip and his tongue slid against yours.

“You’re the best. My very good girl.”

You grinned and bit your lip as you leaned your forehead into his, “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

He closed his eyes and pushed his nose into yours before capturing your lips with his again.

Harry pulled back and moved his arms to your shoulders and rubbed, “I’m trying not to be jealous. I’m sorry.”

You blinked your eyes and stared at Harry. He was sorry? That was a first, “I missed you so much. You never have a reason to feel jealous. I’m yours, Daddy,” you smirked at him and he licked his lips before the right side of his mouth quirked up in a grin.

“I missed you a lot too, baby,” he moved his hand up to your jaw and his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

It happened so fast. There was no time to lose and you knew you wouldn’t get another chance with your mom in your room later on. Your bottom was perched on the cool porcelain sink, legs spread, as Harry spit over your pussy, his fingers pulling at your thong for his access.

You were tugging at his hard cock and angling yourself toward him, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

Harry groaned at your words as he pushed his thick crown to your entrance and spit down over you again, needing the lube since you had no time to waste in getting nice and wet for him.

He pressed his cock in, the tight fit making you both moan. You kept yourself angled for him to slip in and out as you rubbed your clit and kept your eyes on his, “I need you. I missed you.”

Harry’s long cock was slowly working you up and making you wetter by the second – the sound of him plunging in was evidence of your increasing wetness.

“You’re mine, baby. Always,” he panted his words as he fucked into you hard.

You could tell he would come fast. You wondered how long he’d gone without sex. You didn’t want to think of him with your mom but you knew that they were married. But somehow, the idea that he hadn’t had sex since you left made you feel like you needed to take care of him, “Come inside of me, Daddy. Give me all your come. I need it. Want to feel you inside of me all night.”

Harry gritted his teeth and leaned one hand on the mirror behind you and his other he grasped the front of your neck as he kissed your mouth, his hips jerking into you, your body jolting at each thrust.

“Need you to come on Daddy’s cock first. Want to feel you fall apart then I’m gonna give you my load.”

You hastened your fingers and Harry squeezed the sides of your neck as you closed your eyes at the feel of him thick and warm inside of you, moving through your walls quickly and punching into your guts.

You gasped and panted quietly, knowing you needed to keep the noise to a minimum. The pounding of his body into yours on the sink was loud enough as it was.

“Fffuck! Please… come. Need to make you feel good. Want you to remember who you belong to…” Harry’s deep voice whispered as he began to lose rhythm. His sloppy thrusts were only egging you on.

You nodded and whined as your fingers slipped over your clit and your mouth dropped open. You pulsed and clenched over him as your orgasm peaked and Harry let out a loud moan as he finally released into you, no longer able to stop himself from orgasming when he felt your cunt squeezing him.

You held onto Harry with both hands once your clit was too sensitive to keep rubbing as he slowly thrust in and out, his come pouring into you, his chest heaving.

When he finally stilled he pushed his forehead to yours, “Holy fuck. I needed that, baby. Needed you.”

Your heart lurched. Your situation was fucked up. Vile. You were evil. So was Harry but you were in love. When he said things like he needed you it made you want to take him and run off somewhere no one would ever find you. Somewhere you two could be together without consequences. You imagined another life with him. One where your mom was married to someone else and you’d met him at one of his shows at some dingy bar and you could love him freely and have his babies…

“Let’s get back out there, Y/n. Sorry to rush. Don’t want to get caught,” he smoothed his hand down your thigh and kissed you as he helped you off the sink.

Dirty. Doomed.

And just like you were used to you both got away with something you shouldn’t have as you joined your mom for another drink at the bar. Hearts still pounding, muscles still reeling from use.

You looked around to see a couple of friends and your professor laughing and then over to Harry who was sitting on the other side of your mom with a small smile on his face as he looked down into his glass of whisky.

What a day it had been.

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the thought of stepdad!harry taking you on every surface in the house when your mom is away on a business/girls trip makes me 🫠🫠

JUST STRAIGHT FILTHY (18+)

SUMMARY: In which, (Y/n)‘s mother is off on a work trip for the weekend. Harry and Y/n take advantage on this time alone.

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI, stepcest, unprotected sex, low-key filthy, shower sex, kitchen sex, bathroom sex, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink

“Argh, fuck. Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop, mmhnnnn,” Her moans were straight pornographic. Her bare tits are pressed to the marble counter as her step dad pounded into her cunt repeatedly. Her arousal coated his prick that slid in and out of her, swiftly. His hands strong on her hips as he thrusted in and out of her. Harry’s large cock fills her vagina, spreading her open.

It’s been a bit over a week since Harry’s been buried in his girl’s cunt making the stretch seem so unfamiliar for her. Harry missed her bad. He missed having her wrapped around him. Whether it being her lips, the walls over her cunt coating his prick or her hand, he missed her. Her mother was home more often this week alone. It sucked for them both because those sexual pleasure they can receive from one another is a blow or hand job. It wasn’t all bad, but they needed to feel it again.

When her mother revealed she was going to have to fly across the country for work, both tend to hide their excitement. Giving her looks of distress as she walked out the door and into the awaiting Uber to take her to the airport, before clothes were thrown and they had each other again.

Harry grunted as she clenched around him, his eyes rolling back a tad before they landed on the way her ass cheeks recoiled with his rhythm. Harrys view was obscene. The way her back flexed as she arched and pressed her face to the counter every now and then. The way she would claw at the table, digging her fingernails into her skin whenever he’d hit that spot that caused her to screamed and let out an insane mewl that could only be caused by Harry himself. “Being such a good kitten. Letting Daddy fuck your hole. Always so good f’me. Always such a good toy.” His tense thighs met hers, their skin slapped and the sound echoed through the walls. His right hand that laid on her hips found a new home in her hair that was flowing crazily on her back. He gripped her hair, she moaned as the strands were tugged, her hands once again, clawing at the counter.

“Ohhhh, yesyesyes! Fuck, Daddy… Always so good for you,” The moans of pleasured continued. “Your toy,” She told him as she gasped like she needed air. Because of Harry’s tight grip on her hair, her head stayed tilted up to the ceiling. At this point, her eyes were glossy and her mouth was slowly spilling salvia due to it being open for a spacious amounts of time.

Swatting her right ass cheek making her jut forward, the pain immediately turns to pleasure. Her body moves with his. She rocks back and forth as they are in a precise rhythm but Harry continues to test the waters and fucks her faster and faster. Fucking her directly in that g spot, she cries out the words, right there, right there.

Right now, Y/n couldn’t keep up with the man. He had let go of her hair, his hands going back to her hips as he thrusted into her, the bottom counters being banged by his knee.

The familiar burning coil she missed so badly soon returns. “G-gonna cum Daddy! I’m going to cum,” She warns her stepdad, making him speed up his thrust.

It wasn’t long until her orgasm slowed down over Harry’s prick, and they’re both groaning. Profanities are chanted like prayers as he slowly rolled his hips as she came.

Just as she came down, Harry turned her around, keeping her steady as he wobbly legs almost failed her. His lips met hers in a sloppy, hot kiss. Kissing her softly, his tongue found hers like his cock found her clit. She gasped to the sudden touch, her cunt throbbing and trembling at the pressure of Harry’s red mushroom tip gave her.

She pulled away from the sticky kiss, looking down at Harry rubbing his cock through her folds. Without a warning, Harry hiked her leg up by his waist and lined his dick with her entrance. Harry slides in swiftly.

A moan ripped from Y/n’s throat when she feels her cunt spread once again. “Oh Daddy,” She whined, gripping the edge of the counter. as she slaps his duck on her wet cunt

“Can’t get enough of your cunt, you know right? I love your pussy so much darling.” Harry’s lips wrapped around her pebbled nipples.

“I know you want to cum again, baby. Is that right? I can feel you clenching. Ye’ want to cum around Daddy’s cock again, hmm?”

She answered apace, “Y-yes, sir. I need it again, mhm.”

a/n: IM BACKK!! this took disgustingly long to get back sorry x

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hi can u write something about step dad harry and yn going for a trip on a boat with her mom together and he secretly takes her to a room downstairs while her mom is upstairs and she rides his face and like his facial is covered with his arousal… u can add something more too& make it spicy?? theres just something about this photo, i couldnt resist

stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader

I started writing something else for stepdad!Harry but this just made my mind go blank for anything else because I can’t resist these photos and it’s summertime so we’ve already got the vibes going. Thank you for the request, babe!

Note: As a reminder Y/n is 22 and Harry is 28. Both are adults and met as adults. xoxo

Word Count: 2371

Warning: 18+ only, smut, the tiniest lit bit of degradation, cheating, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter. Don't read if you don't like!!! xoxo

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Your mom had rented a boat for a day over the weekend. She hadn’t had many days off but she wanted to have a day out in the sun with her two favorite people while summer was still in swing.

She even encouraged you to invite a friend to come along. So you did.

Harry could tell right away that you were being a little bit cheeky. He’d taken care of you the night before and told you to behave on the boat but you rarely did as he asked these days.

Your girlfriend Lei came along. She was focused on her cell phone most of the time which Harry found annoying too. He expected that you’d wear a cute little bathing suit that barely hid a thing but he didn’t expect it to expose nearly your entire backside. It looked closer to cheeky panties that were almost thongs than a bathing suit bottom. He’d never seen you wear this one. Cheeky bottoms, cheeky attitude.

The cooler was full of drinks, music was playing, the sun was high in the sky, and everything smelled like sunscreen and tanning oil.

Harry anchored the boat in a deep area away from other boaters as Lei (finally putting her phone down) and your mom dove into the water to swim. You were lying on the bed at the front and sunning yourself with a beer next to you, sunglasses over your eyes, and a smirk on your face.

“What’s so funny?” Harry stood over you and blocked your sun. The bit of sweat that began to form on your skin and between your breasts was making it difficult for him to avert his eyes. He was glad your mom jumped into the water so he could look without fear of your mom seeing.

You pulled your sunglasses up and frowned at Harry, the grin falling from your face, “You're blocking my sun. Move…” You waved your arm at him in a shooing gesture.

Harry caught your wrist and you gasped, “Don’t talk to me like that.” He spoke lowly, still hovering over you and looking down at your body.

“I’m just sunning myself. What do you want?” Harry knew you were trying to push it with him. Figured you thought you could get away with it a bit since your mom and friend were in tow.

“Asked you a question. You’ve been a brat all day. What’s with you?” He knew what was “with you”. You liked to tease and your attitude always got him worked up. You liked the back and forth. But so did, Harry, even if he’d never admit it.

You let out an annoyed sigh, “I’m not a brat. I’ve been really good. I’m just having fun today. What’s with you?”

Harry really wanted to yank you up by your ponytail and teach you a lesson but when he looked over his shoulder he could still see your mom and Lei in the water not far off.

You tugged your wrist out of his grip and flipped over to your tummy to sun your backside.

Harry watched as you shifted and settled your head into the crook of your arm and close your eyes. The spread of your thighs and your bottom looked irresistible. If he knew he wouldn’t get caught he’d have stuffed his face into your soft cheeks and bitten down and made you squeal right then and there. He loved making you squeal.

A new song came on as Harry reached for a beer for himself and looked out over the water. Trying to ignore you. Trying to think of anything but your skin slowly tanning and exposed to him. Didn’t want to imagine the way you’d taste as he saw sweat forming along your inner thighs. It was hot out and you were sweating just enough that he could see the glisten. Imagined that sweat was forming under your bikini bottoms and how delicious you’d taste. One of his favorite and depraved cravings was the taste of you after you worked out and all your bits were sweaty and salty.

“Harry!” He turned to see your mom waving to get his attention. He stood up to walk toward the edge so he could see what she wanted.

“Throw over both of the inflatable mattresses. We’re going to lay out in the water for a bit.”

Harry picked up both the pink inflatable water mattresses and tossed them into the water for your mom and your friend. The pair were laughing and chatting like old friends. That was the nice thing about your mom. She got along with everyone.

But now Harry realized there’d be a little time for him to do just as he wished with you in the cabin below the boat.

He sat down next to you on the cushion and put his hand over your ankle, “You need to get out of the sun for a bit. You’re gonna get burnt.”

You scoffed and shook your head, “No I’m not.”

Harry huffed a breath through his nose as he looked back to the water and then back down at your and your smooth thighs. The sweat he’d noticed between your thighs was now forming under your butt cheeks and he was going to go mad if he didn’t get a lick in. But he knew he’d want more than just a lick.

Instead of waiting for your attitude to clear up, because he knew it wouldn’t, he swatted your bottom quickly and then leaned over your back to speak into your ear, “We’re going into the cabin below right now.” He pulled your arm and you gasped dramatically before looking toward where your mom and Lei were floating in the water. You pouted at Harry as he pulled you to the door and down into the cabin before you could protest further.

And Harry normally liked to be begged. Liked it when you wanted him and you were asking to be punished or you were all squirmy for him but he couldn’t stop his mouth from watering. He wanted you to sit on his face and smother him with your pussy and your sweat. It was a bit out of character but he had no time to waste. He’d punish you another time for your attitude.

When he dragged you the small built-in couch at the side of the room you figured he’d spank you or push you down to your knees and make you suck him off or something. But instead, Harry laid on his back and pulled you with him, “Sit on my face,” his words were panted and breathy.

You scrunched your brows at him and looked at him in question as he pulled at you to climb up, “What are you doing?”

Harry sat up and kept his hand around your forearm, “I fucking said sit on my face. I won’t ask you again. I’m doing you a favor.” He was about to lose control and start begging you. Which was not what he wanted at all but he needed it. Needed to have your pussy on his mouth and nose. God he didn’t know what had gotten into him. But he’d forego a blowjob to eat you out in this instance. It was like he was desperate for nourishment.

You squinted as your frown turned into a small teasing grin, “Yeah? Daddy needs to eat?”

Harry rolled his eyes and laid flat as he dragged you up and grasped your thighs, pulling you down, over his face. You still had your bikini bottoms on and Harry moaned into the fabric the moment you settled onto his face.

You smelled so concentrated. You hadn’t showered that morning since you knew you’d be on the boat sunning and swimming. And the sweat that had formed made your natural fragrance even more mouthwatering.

Harry smacked your ass and then pulled at the fabric swiftly, bringing the tiny bikini bottom to the side so your bare pussy was pressed over his mouth. He kept his hands at your ass, fingers on his right hand looped into the material pulling the crotch away for his access.

He sucked and licked as he kept you pressed down hard over his mouth. You steadied yourself by holding onto the edge of the arm of the couch.

His cock thickened fast when he finally got a taste. He wanted to make you come and get his face all nasty with your arousal and sweat before your mom and your friend came back into the boat.

You gasped at how ravenous he was. “Hhharry…” you breathed when your clit was nipped at. But when he began to guide you up and down on his face, over his nose, and down to his chin your breathy pants grew into small little squeaks. Just like he loved.

You began to wet his face when your clit was being nudged and poked into. Looking down at him and the naughty, dirty deed that was being committed only 100 feet from your mother and friend out in the water drove you to your peek quickly.

Harry was grunting in muffled noises into your pussy as he smeared you up and down over himself. He could barely breathe but he was in heaven.

And when he felt your thighs begin to quiver he knew you were close. He pushed you over his chin to catch his breath, “Such a nasty slut. Needed to have your pussy cleaned with my tongue,” Harry figured a little bit of degradation might make him feel like he was still in charge. Still calling the shots but when he dragged you back up and you began griding yourself down on his face and you pulled your tits of your little bikini top out and moaned your words, “Mmm… Daddy needed to clean my pussy so bad. So good at it too,” she rolled her hips and Harry pressed his digits harder into your soft skin as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

It was too late. He’d shown how weak he was for you by doing this in the first place. He needed your pussy on his face and he was getting exactly what he wanted and even though you’d been a brat and he should be denying you an orgasm and making you give him one, there was just something about the way you looked, and how he was so desperate to put his tongue in between your crack and your folds and get your taste and slick coated on his tongue and face that made him push down his need to dominate you like he normally did.

Your hips began to jerk faster and you looked down at Harry with only his eyes peeking up at you and his dark curls a mess under your thighs. It was explicit. Your pussy lips were spread over his nose and your soft, wet entrance was right over his lips. He couldn’t breathe but he seemed to love it as he was only egging you on to move faster and holding you tightly to his face.

The heat of your orgasm began to unfold as you pinched your nipples and rode his face hard. You loved this position. Loved giving him a small taste of his own medicine, so to speak. He was rough with you so many times, always making it hurt a bit. He often choked you and made it so you couldn’t breathe when he had his huge cock lodged down your throat. This felt like a bit of payback, even though he wanted it.

“Ffuck!” You yelped when you felt the snap of your release unfurl, “Daddy… yes!”

Harry closed his eyes and took a small breath through his wet nostrils before you ground yourself back up and over his nose. He could feel his cock throbbing in his green shorts as you gushed on his face and came with a loud groan. He doubted anyone could hear you from the cabin under the boat but it was loud. He couldn’t care, though. He needed to get you off. Needed it.

You whined and rocked on his face until you were satisfied and your orgasm waned. The moment he felt you still he pushed you down off of himself and yanked his big cock from his swim trunks and stroked it right over your face as you were flat on your back, releasing his own hot come all over your face and your neck as he gasped and held himself up with his palm on the inside wall above the couch. He thought he could be okay to go without an orgasm but he was so close to coming without even having touched himself that the moment he wrapped his fist around his shaft his balls tightened up and his dick began to pulse and leak and then he was coming in ropes all over you.

It was a much bigger mess than he intended. You had globs of his sticky come on your face as you smiled and licked your lips when he tucked himself back in.

Normally he’d have done something nasty and depraved at that moment. Would have had you wipe your face up with your palm and lick it all off while he lapped away your messy arousal to clean you up. But there was no time for it.

He pulled you to standing and brought you to the small sink with paper towels and soap.

You smiled proudly as you wiped yourself up and Harry washed his face, hating to remove the scent of you from his nose and cheeks and overgrown scruff. But he couldn’t have your mom kissing him and smelling your pussy all over his face. Which was unfortunate. He’d have loved to have pulled that off but as oblivious as your mom could be, she wasn’t dumb. She’d recognize the scent of pussy. And she’d know it wasn’t hers.

Harry tossed the paper towel and swatted your bottom again, leaning his chest into your back as you started to wipe your sticky crease, “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’re in for it later, little girl.”

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[gurugirl]

Can you please write something where Harry comes home and finds y/n working out. She’s all sweaty and he just finds her absolutely sexy. So he fucks her. Plain and simple.

Summary: Stepdad!harry comes home to see you all sweaty after a run. He can't control himself.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to but here it is!! 888 words

Warning: Smut, cheating, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter - this is stepdad!harry x reader so if this isn't your thing turn away now XX

You enjoyed an afternoon run most days. It made you feel alive and wiped all of your worries away for a little while. And today you got a really good one in. You were a bit sweatier than normal but your whole body tingled from the increased blood flow as you walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

You hadn’t heard Harry coming in as you guzzled half your glass in one go. But you nearly dropped it when you felt his hands land on your hips and his voice vibrated off your ear, “Your mom is coming home soon. You can’t be walking around here like this in front of me, Y/n.”

You laughed as you turned, “Like what, Daddy?”

You knew what he meant. You were wearing a crop shirt and your spandex shorts, which were quite short. The gray spandex was darker where you’d been sweating which you hated about them but Harry seemed to love it.

He moved his hands up to your low back and ran a finger up your slippery, sweaty spine, “Dripping wet, barely wearing anything. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You laughed as Harry practically dragged you into your bedroom, “Thought you wanted me to get cleaned up? The bathroom is over there,” you gestured across the hall from your room.

Harry grunted as he unbuckled his pants and walked toward you. He took your shirt in his hands and pulled it off over your head and continued walking you backward toward your bed.

When Harry pulled his own shirt off he nudged you into your bed and then turned you to face down with your bottom up, “Hands and knees,” he spoke in finality.

You propped yourself up so you were on your hands and knees as he commanded and turned to watch him behind you as he pushed his pants down and then pulled his big cock out of the front of his briefs. You were still wearing your sweaty tiny spandex shorts as Harry squared up behind you and grasped your ass cheeks with his hands.

He squeezed and massaged before slowly bringing his fingers under the fabric at your thighs and pushing it to the side. His tongue slid against your wet pussy and he moaned when he tasted you, “So dirty, Y/n. Gonna clean you up now.”

You gasped and panted as Harry’s tongue lapped at your drenched and sweaty folds. You honestly didn’t know it could be so hot to have him licking at your sweat but it was, and Harry seemed to like it. He kept his hand on the material pulled away from you so he could access your pussy. Luckily the material was stretchy enough for him to keep it on you because he clearly wanted to have you while you were wearing the shorts.

You pushed your bum against him as he sucked and licked into you and Harry sat back so his cock was lying over your bum. He continued pulling at the material as he used his free hand to swipe his tip through your pussy lips and he moaned at the sight of you.

When he suddenly pushed in, you had only sort of been prepared for it. But he was extra hard and the intrusion had your legs feeling wobbly.

Harry slid himself into and out of your wet little pussy quickly, the material of your shorts was now not only wet from sweat but from the arousal which was coating Harry’s cock and getting smeared onto your shorts.

You braced yourself with each roll of his hips. He worked himself in deeply, grinding into you when his hips met your ass. You cried out when his pounding didn’t let up and your body was being jolted forward at each plunge. Your squeaky mattress was bouncing under your knees and Harry’s own groans were slowly getting louder as he was finding his own orgasm closing in.

Reaching between your legs you sighed when you felt your fingers slip against your clit. You immediately started to shiver with pleasure from his cock splitting you open and pressing in deep.

Harry enjoyed the view of his cock disappearing into your pussy and the way your shorts were covered in your cream where the material was closest to the action. The bit of friction from the fabric on his cock felt good and he gasped when he finally began to unload himself into you.

You felt him pumping into you and squeezing your eyes closed you increased the speed of your fingers and began to come right after him, clenching around his thick shaft and shaking with ecstasy.

Harry was lazily thrusting into you, his orgasm finally waning, the wet and sloppy noises still dirty and obvious between your bodies when you both heard the front door close. Your mother had come home.

Harry quickly withdrew and pulled his pants up and then threw his t-shirt on before leaving your room.

You fell flat to the bed and sighed as you closed your eyes with a small smile on your face. You hated that he had to rush away but you were happy he couldn’t resist you and awarded you with an indulgent quickie before your mom came home.

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based on this request

Summary: stepdad!harry's point of view after he meets you and fucks you the first few times.

A/n: 2k+ words | stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, degradation, cheating, angst (guilt), inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter - don't read if you aren't into it!

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Harry was a shit. He knew he was. When he met your mom he was looking to get some ass and she was hot and willing. She was at one of his gigs at a bar and she was front and center with her tits practically on display for him. And Harry definitely had a thing for slightly older women. Mostly because they liked to treat him like he was their fun toy and buy him things. He liked being doted on and given lots of attention.

And your mom did exactly the things he liked. She wanted sex and she had a lot of money to spend on him. And she was hot.

But then he met you and that changed everything for him. You were the younger, better version of your mom. Minus all the money.

It was just physical attraction of course. You were just a cute college girl, a virgin he learned later, and he couldn’t help flirting with you the first time he met you. He flirted very directly too because his damn ego was so big. And you were so shy and surprised by him that only egged him on. But he could tell you were into it.

After he married your mom and moved in, though, he really tried to pretend you didn’t exist. He wanted to put a little distance there and not screw up the good thing he had going with your mom. His gravy train. Fucking with his wife’s daughter, his stepdaughter, could potentially ruin everything. It wasn’t worth it. At first.

But it was impossible because it was like you had flipped the script on him. He had been the one to flirt and make it clear how he felt for you early on while you were blustering and a little shy. But when he attempted to ignore you, you made it almost impossible for him to pretend you weren’t in the room. Prancing around in your tiny shorts and crop tops and batting your lashes at him.

And with your mom gone often enough, thanks to her well-paying job as a surgeon, Harry was regularly left alone with you. Your bratty attitude and the way you flaunted yourself infuriated him. Even calling him dad or daddy just to get under his skin… he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He supposed it was payback in a way for how he treated you at first.

It was a surprise, though, he had to admit. Because he knew you were a virgin, as you had mentioned to him innocently one evening, and he imagined that meant you were somewhat prude. A twenty-year-old virgin? You had to be. But he was wrong.

You pushed and pushed and he’d often “catch” you running from the bathroom to the bedroom (or vice versa) in one of those large hand towels that didn’t cover everything safely. Your damp skin and wet hair flashed by him just as he’d be in view. It was definitely not an accident he determined. He’d caught sight of your tits and ass more times than he could count. But only when your mom wasn’t looking.

You laid it on thick and when he finally gave in to you and fucked you, taking your virginity in the process, he was disappointed in his lack of willpower but wished he could indulge as often as he wanted. But he’d keep you at arm's length out of necessity. He was married to your mom after all. In fact. It was only meant to happen the one time with you. But you played into all his fantasies and kinks as if you were a pro. And once he’d fucked you, you were even more pushy. You wanted him and you made that clear.

The second time he fucked you was when he realized you were going to be a regular thing because the way you responded to him was his wet dream. He wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. Not with the way you begged and teased.

He often imagines that day fondly when he thinks back now. The second time he fucked you because you wanted it dirty and you wanted him mean and that was perfect for what Harry craved with you.

“You’re my little cock slut and you’re gonna take what I give you til you’re coming on my cock and draining my come into your womb.”

He pulled out and released your legs then quickly flipped you so you were flat on your tummy. He held your wrists in one hand and pulled at an ass cheek as he pushed into your cunt once again, fucking you down into the bed. Your moans were muffled into the blankets.

“Fuck, your little pussy is so wet and tight. Your mom could never feel so good, gonna have to use your fuck hole every night to get what I need.”

He released your wrists as he continued impaling you with his stiff length, its head reaching so far into you and wrecking your insides.

He smacked your ass, a crack sounding in the room as you whined, “Yes, daddy! Fuck yes…” and he continued spanking your bottom as he slammed into you.

After Harry left his handprints all over your backside he squeezed your cheeks, ramming into you with wet thuds, his balls whacking you at each pass.

And that led to very frequent trysts. Some even with your mom in the house. Some right next to your mother when she was sleeping. Harry had never been fucked so good. Even though he would say he was doing the fucking, the way you took him and pled for him had his brain spinning. He was obsessed.

He was in too deep. It was dangerous territory for sure but he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop. He was powerless against you.

To Harry: Mom’s gone for the night. Coming home soon?

Harry looked down at his phone after he was done with a jam session at his buddy’s house.

From Harry: omw

His dick was already lurching in his pants just thinking about you. His wife’s daughter. He knew he was going to hell but you’d be worth it. He never thought it would get this far but as much as he knew he shouldn’t, you were his little indulgence. A decadent treat for himself and he knew you felt the same.

The moment he walked in the door you were there, dragging him in and yanking his pants down. You couldn’t wait. In front of the door, you dropped to your knees and took your stepdad down your throat.

Harry groaned and steadied himself, planting his feet flat, legs parted slightly, bent just enough at the knees so he could fuck your face. Putting his hands onto your head he guided you over him and then began rocking his hips into you, shoving himself down your esophagus and watched as your eyes glazed over and slobber began to drip off your chin.

“Fucking desperate slut. Couldn’t wait to gag on daddy’s cock could you?”

You gurgled and grasped onto the front of his strong thighs as he ravaged your mouth. He knew you liked it, though. Because you told him how much you loved giving head. You hadn’t had sex before Harry, but you’d been around in other ways. And he didn’t like that. He didn’t know why exactly. Not in that moment. But he just knew there was a part of him that hated the idea of you sucking off anyone but him. Hated the thought that you had let other guys eat your pussy. Had gotten spanked before him. Let one guy choke you even.

Harry backed out a bit, his wet cock bobbing in front of your face as you gasped for air and opened your eyes up to look at Harry and grin as you sucked in as much air into your lungs as you could before he grasped the back of your head and brought you back down on him.

He groaned and pushed you down so your nose caught in the thatch of hair at his base and kept you in place, the crown of his cock throbbing, leaking, hot in your throat, blocking your airway, grinding into you as far as you could take it. Your gags and the amount of liquid falling from your jaw and down your neck, pooling onto the space of floor in front of your knees didn’t deter Harry from rearing back and snapping his hips forward, lodging his cock into your mouth over and over again.

“Where do you want my come?” He yanked your hair and lifted you off of him so you could respond.

You coughed and hacked, strings of saliva from your bottom lip to the floor and onto your knees. Harry knew your answer before you could even say it by the way you darted your eyes up to his and you slid your fingers from the tops of your thighs to the space in between them slowly, “Please in my pussy, daddy.”

Harry smirked as he bent to reach down and help you up to standing. He pressed you against the door and reached between your legs and found that you were not wearing panties. A very good girl. But so naughty.

“So needy,” he spoke lowly as he pulled your arms up to latch around his neck as he bent at the knees and lifted you up, keeping you against the door as leverage as he slipped his cock inside of your slick pussy, “A needy, desperate, dirty little slut. Aren’t you?” His words strangled in his throat at the way you felt. He had already been on edge from the blowjob, nearly busted down your throat before pulling out and asking where you wanted him.

“Yes! Yes, daddy. For you.”

“Only for me. Isn’t that right? Only I get to use this hole. I get to fuck my come into you whenever I please. Fuck…” he grunted and gasped.

You could tell he was about to release. You didn’t even care if you came or not. You were so turned on by him coming because of you and having his sperm inside of you, feeling it drip down your legs. You loved how it felt when he shivered and his quieted moans grew darker and louder as he released into you. You loved when he’d look at you as he came (he didn’t always) because it felt so intimate in juxtaposition to how he normally treated you (and you really loved how mean he was).

You felt Harry’s hips stutter as his groans turned to mewls. He was nearly whimpering as he came, pouring into you, his cock pushed as deep inside of you as he could get causing you to squeak and sink your fingers into his shoulders at the pinch.

He panted and let his heart rate slow down before he lowered you to the floor and before tugging his pants up and looking you up and down. Flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling fast, thighs clenched. You hadn’t come yet.

He sighed as he bent down, got onto his knees, lifted one of your legs to drape over his shoulder, and looked up at your as he put his mouth over your clit. His fingers were pinching into your thighs as he pulled you into ecstasy with his tongue and his lips. Sucking and swiping, devouring, teasing, mouthing. Eating.

You wound your fingers into his hair and rolled your hips against him. Your hushed moans grew louder as the pressure built.

“Daddy! Oh gah…” you felt the spark zip from the inside out as you came in his mouth. It was wet and silky and creamy… Harry was literally lapping up his come as he licked you clean and slurped you up.

When you’d just started to catch your breath he stood up, leaving you to rely on the door behind you so you didn’t fall, “Thanks. Needed that.”

He smirked to himself as he walked off. Enjoying the post-orgasm relief and knowing you’d be begging him for more soon enough.  

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[gurugirl]

I have a request for stepdad!harry how about him taking you to orgasm with a remote controlled vibrator, maybe with your mom walking around the house and you have to look the other way

💕 Happy Valentine's Day 💕

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and stepdad!harry bought you a special gift.

A/n: I have soooo many stepdad!harry requests and this one almost wrote itself. Thank you @hrryismyluv for the idea. I feel like it was perfect for Valentine's Day. 2.9k words

Warning: this is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader and they have a very inappropriate relationship - smut, cheating, anal

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Harry was trying not to laugh or be obvious that he knew why you were acting so oddly. Your mother kept commenting on your behavior, “Are you okay, hon?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes.” Short, clipped sentences and nods were all you could give her.

Harry bought you a special Valentine’s Day toy. The night before, Harry made you open the gift when your mom was at work. A vibrator. And not just any vibrator. A Bluetooth-controlled vibrator that would stay put once inside you and adjusted to stimulate your insides and your clit. Harry would be able to control it with his cell phone.

You laughed about it at first but Harry told you he was serious and that you were going to be wearing it throughout Valentine’s Day dinner. You weren’t sure how it would work or if it would really be all that bad. Harry assured you that he wasn’t going to go easy on you.

So you had it all charged and ready to go by the time dinner was served. Harry had made a lobster risotto with a colorful winter panzanella salad. He also chose a bottle of champagne to share between the three of you and for dessert a fudgy chocolate cake with merlot frosting. You hated that you were spending your Valentine’s Day in with your mom but that was only because the man you loved was her husband and going out with him, just the two of you, wouldn’t have been smart.

At first, it wasn’t that bad. You helped set the table and when Harry turned toward you with a smirk as he lifted his cell phone up you felt the first vibrations. You stopped mid-step and cleared your throat before finishing up the job. It wasn’t too bad. You could handle that.

But by the time you’d eaten a few bites of the delicious risotto your heart rate had increased when you were beginning to get turned on. Harry had the vibrations set to pulse inside slowly and then increase in speed gradually until it stopped and started all over again. You were fine. You could certainly handle that. Though you were becoming a little squirmy.

Holding a conversation wasn’t that difficult. You just had to time it so that you weren’t speaking when the vibrations were high and certainly not when your clit was being tapped against under your panties.

But your mom did notice your change in behavior, and she kept looking at you strangely when you continually crossed and uncrossed your legs and took a big swig of your champagne.

By the time dessert was being served, Harry had changed his tactic. He switched the pattern and began tapping the phone only for it to send jolts of pleasure through your core. Your g-spot was being very well worked. In fact, you had begun to wet your panties. It was so bad it made you uncomfortable to be sitting in a puddle of your own arousal in front of your mother. But Harry was enjoying watching you squirm and take deep breaths.

Before you could even finish your dessert you were almost panting. You could tell you were going to come so you kept looking at Harry in warning. You hoped he would get the hint and let off a bit.

“Are you sure? It’s okay if you need to go lay down, Y/n,” your mom was too sweet sometimes.

You glared at Harry as he tapped the phone and you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand and you shook your head, holding back your tears and trying your hardest not to come at the dinner table.

“Sorry! I actually have to go pee,” you shot up from your seat and tried to casually walk toward the bathroom but the moment you turned the corner out of sight of your mom you inhaled a sharp breath and squeezed your legs together holding back your moan as you leaned against the wall and orgasmed before you could even make it to the bathroom.

You could hear your mother and Harry chatting but he was not letting up on the toy. It was intensely vibrating against your clit and your g-spot and you whimpered when you tried to move yourself toward the bathroom. You were panting and creaming your panties but you couldn’t stop.

It took far too long to reach the bathroom but when you finally did you let out your moan quietly and pulled your panties down to rub at your clit properly. The stupid toy felt nice on your clitoris but it was too much vibration and you needed more pressure. You landed your palm down on the countertop and rubbed your already wet clit and saw stars when you began to come again even harder.

Your knees buckled and you dropped to the floor with whispered curses of Harry’s name. The asshole would be getting payback. You just had to come up with something that would be equally as humiliating.

You removed the toy and placed it in the sink for a quick reprieve. You needed a moment to compose yourself. You were worried that you’d start squirting soon if you continued being stimulated in that way. You took a deep breath and wiped yourself up.

Meanwhile, Harry had an alert that you’d removed the toy. He warned you that he’d know if you removed it and told you what your punishment would be. And you figured he knew you’d taken it out. But you didn’t care at that point. You absolutely needed the break.

You considered not putting it back in but that would mean leaving it in the hallway bathroom somewhere and you really didn’t want your mom to find it. So, before you went back to the table you put it back inside and swallowed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed. Your eyes were droopy and you felt the vibrator begin to pulse inside of you again and tap over your clit. You closed your eyes and called on all your strength as you walked back into the dining room to finish dessert.

“You okay? Was it something you ate?” Harry asked you, the smallest smirk on his face and a glint of teasing in his eyes.

You smiled as he tapped his phone and you huffed out a breath before speaking, “I’m okay. Just had to pee.”

Harry was pleased. He knew how turned on you must be and now that he knew you removed the toy after he explicitly told you not to, he was going to make good on his promise of punishment. It didn’t matter if your mom was still home or not. He would see to it that he was true to his word.

The three of you cleaned up and Harry continued fucking with the app that manipulated the toy inside of you. You were beginning to drool when you realized you needed to get into your bedroom before your body took over. You felt the familiar pressure of your orgasm, but this time it was accompanied by another tight feeling that had your pussy fluttering and leaking. You were going to squirt and how would you explain that to your mom?

So when you said goodnight to your mom and Harry, she wasn’t surprised. You’d been acting so strange. She figured you needed rest. But she drew you in for a sweet hug, “Happy Valentine’s Day, hon.”

Then before you could walk off Harry brought you in for a quick hug as well, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he spoke into your ear as your insides were being stimulated and your walls were clenching, “get some rest. You’ll need it.”

But you needed more than rest. You grabbed two towels as you slowly made your way back to your bedroom, stopping to cross your legs and breathe every few steps.

When you closed your bedroom door you tossed the towels down onto the floor and tore your panties down your legs as you came again. You groaned and rubbed your clit, the sparks from your orgasm traveling from your tummy to your inner thighs and you gasped when you felt yourself gush onto the towels. You pulled the toy out and continued circling your clit as your body shivered and spurted and clenched around nothing.

Finally, when you caught your breath you realized you’d soaked the towels and you rolled your eyes. Harry was a dick sometimes but there was something fun about the little toy. Though your behavior was embarrassing in front of your mom.

You weren’t sure if you’d see Harry that night or not. He told you he’d punish you for removing the toy but you didn’t know if he meant that very night.

But he meant that very night. So when he walked into your room as if it were his own, and locked the door behind him silently you sat up on your bed. You’d nearly fallen asleep and when you saw him you were confused for only a moment before you saw him lift his hand up with the toy, “Put it back in.”

You shook your head, “Harry! Come on…”

“I told you what would happen. Did you think I was bullshitting you? Put it back in,” he held it out to you with his brows raised.

You took the toy and laid back, uncovering your body as you lifted your t-shirt and pushed your panties down. Harry watched as he stood next to the bed.

You weren’t wet at that moment so you needed to get yourself ready. The toy wasn’t that big. It was actually on the smaller side so it could be kept discreet.

“Wouldn’t have this problem if you’d kept it in as I told you to.”

You rolled your eyes and continued gently stroking your clit to get yourself wet, “What about mom? Is she asleep?”

Harry smirked and nodded, “She’s out cold.”

Harry watched you closely. He’d been on edge seeing how you responded to the stimulation all night. He knew you were struggling and had probably come a few times. He had to control his own cock all night just imagining how you were feeling and how wet you were getting.

When you finally put the toy back inside and adjusted it Harry immediately turned it on. Your mouth dropped open as you looked at him with pleading. You needed a break. But Harry wasn’t going to give it to you.

“On your hands and knees,” he said as he pulled his pants down along with his briefs.

You didn’t listen immediately as you watched him expose his already half-hard cock. He took his shaft in his hand and watched you as he began stroking himself slowly. He raised his brows at you and smacked your thigh when you didn’t move fast enough.

Reluctantly, you got to your hands and knees, ass in the air, and turned to watch Harry from over your shoulder.

Harry walked to the edge of your bed and put his hands on your hips and leaned over your back to speak into your ear, “This won’t be nice.”

You closed your eyes when you felt his spit drip over your asshole. The toy was set to vibrate at full speed and you could feel your insides tingling already. You weren’t exactly sure of how many orgasms you had earlier. The constant stimulation during your orgasms made one split into two or three even. And now, Harry was going to continue torturing you.

You felt his fingers circle your anus and you bucked yourself back toward him. You began to look forward to having him inside of you. You wanted to feel the burn of him entering you and pumping into you. The toy was small and it felt nice but it didn’t fill you up the way Harry did. The friction of his girth inside of you was always delicious in any hole he chose to fuck.

And true to his promise, Harry was going to make you wear the little vibrator while he fucked your ass. Before getting his cock inside of you he fingered your back hole for a bit and spit down over your ass again. He scooped up a healthy amount of your arousal that had begun dripping down your inner thigh and pushed it inside your bum and smeared it over the outside. When he got three of his fingers inside of you and your moans were too loud, he leaned over your back and covered your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet, “Hush.”

Harry plunged into you, making your eyes squeeze closed and you were thankful for his hand over your mouth when you howled loudly at the burn and the feel of him opening your hole up. But once he was inside and the sensations from the vibrator began to make your pussy spasm you orgasmed and he’d barely had time to begin thrusting.

You heard him laugh at how fast you came but you couldn’t stop it. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating and when he began to fuck into you slowly the pressure from his cock made the toy feel tighter inside of you. It felt fucking insane.

You moaned and mumbled and cried into Harry’s hand as he continued to stretch you open with his cock grinding into you.

And Harry could feel the vibrations from the inside of your pussy on his cock. He was sinking into your tightest hole and his tip was being stimulated just like your g-spot was. Harry groaned and looked down at the stuffed hole below him and your wet pussy clenching over the toy.

Harry’s thrusting became erratic and his cooing was getting louder. You knew it felt good for him too and when he bucked into you a few times harshly you came again but now you sprayed over your thighs and quivered, your body nearly giving out with your orgasm.

But Harry didn’t let up. He kept his hand over your mouth and rocked himself into you, plunging deep and moaning. The bed was squeaking the tiniest bit as Harry was fucking you while he was standing up at the edge of it. You were spread out in front of him with your feet hanging off the edge and your back arched.

“Little sluts get fucked in the ass on Valentine’s Day don’t they?” Harry panted his words, his hips undulating, his own cock throbbing. He was going to paint your insides and he was going to do it soon. He wanted to have you come again, though. Wanted to watch as your drippy cunt fluttered and your asshole clenched around him. Wanted to see your body shake and your limbs give out.

You felt the electricity of your next orgasm approaching. You didn’t know if you could physically have another one, yet, it was on its way whether you wanted it or not. Your face was filled with tears running down and you couldn’t even see straight. Harry’s cock in your ass was yummy and the stupid vibrator was over stimulating and it was pushing you to the edge of sanity.

You cried out and your muscles tensed when you felt the warm liquid pour out of your pussy and Harry moaned in a laugh. The front of your thighs and down to your knees were all wet but you couldn’t care at that moment. Your orgasm came right after you squirted and you bit down on one of Harry’s fingers. You dissolved under Harry’s relentless thrusts, but he held you up with his free arm as he worked your through yet another orgasm, his cock hitting that hidden deep spot inside your bum.

Harry’s own breathing was loud and ragged. You could feel him shaking and speaking absolute nonsense in your ear as his orgasm began to unload into you. Harry snapped his hips a few more times, plunging deeply into your sensitive bum and he began to convulse at the feel of the vibrator pulsing from your inner walls and through to your anus and over his cock. Harry let out a strangled shout as he poured himself inside of you. It was dirty and messy and your bed was absolutely spoiled, well the edge of it where you were being fucked into oblivion was.

Harry collapsed over your back and reached out to shut off the vibrator with his phone. He couldn’t handle any more of the vibrations. Which made him smile that you’d taken it so well. Better than he could have.

You were still seeing stars and your ears were ringing while Harry removed the toy and cleaned you up. You had gone elsewhere and Harry could see that.

He tucked you into your bed and lay with you for a moment, kissing your cheek and whispering to you. It took a moment for you to register what was going on.

“There she is,” he gently moved the hair back from your forehead and smiled down at you. You nodded and smiled.

“How’s my naughty little Valentine feeling? Had enough orgasms for the day?”

You laughed and nodded, “Too many. No more,” was all you could get out.

Harry breathed out a laugh from his nose and got up from the bed, “Good. You’ll finally get that rest you needed. Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.”

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Hi guru :) do you have any fics/one shots where harry has a daddy kink and their relationship is like Ddlg? and there is cute fluff or do you know any recommendations with this ?

Thanks<3

I do have a few daddy kink fics :)

Don't Stand So Close is an age gap, best friend's dad situation with oc (not reader / yn) - some cute fluff and lots of smut (+angst)

The House Maid is set in the 1920s where Daisy is a housemaid and Harry is a gardener at the same house and they fall in love (not reader / yn) - fluff and smut and angst

My stepdad Harry au is about an inappropriate relationship between stepdad!harry and his stepdaughter!yn (not a ton of fluff but if you squint you may find it amongst the dirty smut)

The Arrangement is a 2 part (with an extra) sugardaddy!harry x college student!yn fic (smutty mostly, but there is some fluff and angst to round it all out)

A Balancing Act is a WIP, will be 4 parts - famous!harry meets artist plus size!reader and he's freaky in the best way (there will be fluffy moments but it's smutty and angsty)

Other blogs w/ DDlg kink fics that I can think of off the top of my head are:

Daddy Issues by @fkinavocado (definitely some fluffy stuff, but tons of smut and a lot of angst)

Curvy Secret by @swiftmendeshoran (fluffy fluffy and sweet but there's plenty of smut and angst)

Aster by @moonchildstyles (soft and fluffy and sweet with smut and a bit of angst)

Pleasing by @stylesloveclub (lovely, soft, fluffy and smutty)

Some I love from @jarofstyles (honestly they have so many daddy kink fics - you should just go check them all out anyway - but you'll run into a bunch of them as you go through their masterlist)

This (1st part - smutty, angsty), This (2nd part - smutty and super angsty), This (follow up - angsty & fluffy)

This (just a whole bunch of hot dirty talk)

This (smutty w/breeding kink)

Rich by @lukesaprince (a series full of smut, angst, and moments of fluff)

I'll add to this list as I remember more daddy kink fics. If you guys know of any DDlg fics please share them (comment, reblog, or send me an anon)!

xoxo

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A Close Call

Summary: reader requested @abby61101-blog - Harry makes up an excuse to your mother to go away for a few days but he's going to stay with you at your dorm instead. Then your mother decides to make a surprise visit.

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Warning: This is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader - 18+, dirty smut, cheating, guilt, lying, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter - don't read it if you don't like it.

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From Harry: I’ll be there in an hour.

Harry told your mom he was leaving for a couple of days to go out of town with his band since they were playing at a festival a few cities over. He lied to her. There was no festival. But that’s how your relationship was, though. Lies and more lies. Cheating. Guilt. Sneaking.

But you couldn’t say you weren’t excited that you’d have Harry all to yourself for a couple of days. Your dorm room was private but you lived on a floor with lots of nosey girls. You’d need to sneak him in when he arrived. But you both planned on just staying in your room (and in your bed) the entire time so you’d only need to work out how to sneak him in and then out. You even let your professors know that you wouldn’t be attending any Friday classes. Because you intended to make the most of your time with Harry.

Getting him in wasn’t that difficult. It was Thursday night when he arrived. Some of the girls were already in their rooms for the night. Harry kept his hoodie on his head to cover his hair and put on sunglasses. Most of the girls, and by most that meant 99% of them, didn’t know what your stepdad looked like so it wasn’t too big of a deal, but you still didn’t want anyone seeing him, just in case.

The moment the door was closed behind you Harry scooped his arms around your back and lowered his lips to your neck and then brought them up to your mouth.

“Get this off,” he ordered.

You were just wearing sweats and a t-shirt but you knew they’d be on the floor in no time. And you were right. You and Harry were both naked and in your small bed licking and sucking and moaning against one another so fast it made your head spin.

Harry laid you on your back and he laid on his side next to you, his mouth on your tits, your neck, your mouth, as he smoothed his fingers through your crease and rubbed your arousal all over your labia and to your bum hole.

He plunged his fingers into your pussy and thrust into you while his thumb pressed over your clit.

“Missed you so bad baby. Did you miss daddy?” Harry whispered into your neck between nipping at your skin.

You were breathless. His fingers were thick and long and he knew your body, inside and out. You loved his fingers inside of you and on you.

“Fuck! Yes, Daddy. God, I need you so bad,” you panted your words as Harry continued his skilled strokes.

“Needed, Daddy did you? Got my fingers fucking into your sweet little creamy cunt right now baby. How’s that for getting what you need?” He worked them into you, curling up into your g-spot, the pads of his fingers dragging into it at each pass making your insides twist and tingle.

“So good!” You couldn’t say much with Harry’s fingers pumping into you at a healthy pace and his lips sucking bruises onto your neck.

Harry began breathing harder. You knew he was turned on. His own panting and the way he was bumping his cock softly into your side, rocking his hips into you. You could feel his cock pushing into your hip.

The sound of his fingers pushing into you was evidence of how wet you were. You were soaked. Harry’s palm and knuckles were covered in you. He sped up his thrusts and whined a little as you clenched over his fingers when he pressed down into your clit and moved back and forth with his thumb.

And just when you were about to tip over the edge Harry pulled his fingers from you and sat up. Lifting his drenched hand up to his face he stuck the three fingers he had inside of you into his mouth and licked them clean while he looked down at you.

“Time for my cock now, little girl,” he spoke with that lusty voice you loved hearing from him. The one where he was so turned on it made him breathy.

He held onto the base of his shaft and pulled your legs around him so he could be positioned in between your legs just like he needed. Sliding his cock through your crease, up and down he let his tip rub into your clit over and over again.

You were both moaning at the feeling of being so close. Harry’s cock was getting coated in your arousal and each time he pulled back you could see the strings of wetness connecting you two.

Suddenly, Harry centered himself and plunged into you deep. You were ready for his fat prick already with the way he’d gotten you all worked up with his fingers.

He let out a gasp of relief and closed his eyes with a smile, “Fuck baby… Just what I needed.”

Harry was just as needy as you were, you could tell. He was already shaking by the time he started rocking into you. His mouth was dropped open, his hair fell into his eyes, and his voice was strained and whiny. God, it was such a turn-on to see him like this. And it was all because of you.

Harry angled himself down over you, his hips and pelvic bone rubbing into you, your clit being brushed over at each dip.

“Oh god!” You yelped when he bucked up into you deep. He began rutting into you, not backing out one bit, just fucking himself deep inside of you so you could feel him nudging into that little achy spot that was sensitive.

Squelches coming from your groins, and your bed squeaking with moans and chants were sure to be heard in the hallway. Your brain was mush when Harry’s cock was filling your slick insides so you didn’t care if anyone heard. They’d just think you were getting laid nice and hard. And you were.

Some of the girls would comment that you were a virgin because they’d never seen you with a man before, nor had they ever heard anyone in your room. And you always said no when a guy asked you out. Some of them were convinced you were a prude. But that was only because there was no man that could compare to Harry. There was no one that could do it like Harry. He’d been the one to take your virginity and he was the only man you’d ever had sex with. He was the only one you wanted.

But now, with the noise coming from your room, choked moans falling from Harry’s mouth, the mattress dipping and creaking, smacking flesh… well, no one could accuse you of being a prude anymore. And they were sure to get an earful all weekend long because this was just the start of your time with him.

“Baby… god…” Harry panted as he was leaned over you, one palm down next to your shoulder, his other on the wall behind your head as he continued rolling his hips, keeping his cock lodged deep inside your tummy.

“Yes, Daddy! Oh god!” You shrieked in ecstasy. You were tingly all over and not just because he was fucking you so hard and deep, but it was the way he was looking at you. He kept his eyes on you as he pushed his thick dick inward until he was wetting his balls with you.

“Yeah? … fuck, baby… beg me for it… you wanna come? I need to hear it. Tell Daddy you want it,” his voice boomed into the room between breaths. You kind of hoped that Jayla heard him. Jayla was your neighbor and she was a bit of a bitch. She was one of the mean girls who’d called you a prude.

“Daddy, please!” You gasped, “Oh Daddy! Let me come on your cock,” you were working up all your strength to spit out that sentence, but it had been worth it because Harry responded, “Fuck yes! Come on me, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock!”

You let out the most obnoxious whines and moans as you came. High-pitched and breathy, as Harry continued fucking up into you. He could feel your walls spasming around him, squeezing with your orgasm.

“Gonna fill you up, little girl. Make you all mine… Ahhhahhh…” Harry spurted inside of you, flooding your walls and mixing your come with his as he railed into you with heavy thrusts. The bed could possibly fall apart by the end of the weekend with the way Harry was fucking you. And you two usually went even harder.

Your mind was scrambled and you melted into the bed below you as Harry collapsed over you with heavy breaths.

You two stayed connected for a bit, kissing, touching, and laughing.

“You wanted everyone to know you were being taken care of didn’t you little girl?” Harry smiled as he spoke his words into your neck.

You nodded, “Yes. Want them to know how good I get it. They’re gonna know now,” you laughed.

And your night was a repeat of that along with midnight Thai food delivery and a little bit of taking his cock down your throat right before falling asleep (you were too sore to take his cock for the third time in less than three hours so you sucked him off gently bringing him to a slow and sweet orgasm).

The next morning you woke up with Harry next to you and it felt like a dream. You rarely ever got to wake up next to him. You rolled over and hitched your hip up over his thigh and kissed his chest, licking over his nipples, and slid your hand down to his cock. It was Friday late morning you realized, but you had nowhere to be so it didn’t matter.

Harry moaned and stretched when he slowly woke up, “Well good morning,” he spoke in a deep groggy voice.

You didn’t answer him with words but you squeezed at his cock and looked up at him as you lowered yourself. But Harry stopped you as he sat up.

“Nuh, uh… I think you need a little spanking for waking me up. Was planning on sleeping til noon.”

Harry flipped you over and you smiled into your pillow as Harry smacked your ass with the flat of his palm, making you jump at each strike. You yelped and moaned and gasped.

Harry smoothed his palms over your skin and then you felt a finger dip into your crease, “So naughty and needy all the time. Why are you so wet, baby? What is it?”

You turned your head to speak, “Need you, Daddy. I always need you. I’m always wet for you.”

Harry chuckled and you felt his mouth on your cunt and his tongue licked upward to your bum. He ate your tightest little hole for a bit while he fingered your cunt like a pro. When he suddenly removed himself from you, you felt him get off the bed and you quickly turned to see him grabbing the bottle of lube before returning to you.

Harry squeezed a big portion of lube into his palm and rubbed on your anus, inserting a finger inside to get you nice and wet. Then he fingered your bum with two fingers, then three until you were a mumbling and moaning mess, begging him for more.

Harry was still careful with you when he’d first enter your tight bum hole. You’d only had anal sex with him maybe six times so you were still getting used to the initial stretch. But once he got going and you were nice and open for him, he could plunge into you faster and deeper.

You wound up with your legs spread, on your knees with both palms on the wall as Harry fucked into you so deliciously. You dripped onto your sheets and when Harry rubbed your clit you gushed into his palm and yelped out in delight as you came so hard you nearly passed out. You saw stars and your ears were ringing. You always came hardest when he fucked you anally.

Harry poured into you and groaned into the room, spreading your cheeks wide so he could watch himself slipping in and out.

You were in heaven really. There was nothing like having Harry to yourself with no interruptions, no need to be quick, and no need to keep it quiet.

After a much-needed shower, you both curled up on your bed and put on a movie on your laptop, and lazily made out.

You tried to climb up on Harry but he shook his head, “No. Stay where you are. You need to be patient. No sex until after the movie.”

But even Harry’s big dick was hard and throbbing by the end of the movie. You didn’t have sex during the entire 2-hour movie, but you did kiss and touch a little. And you’d drenched your panties all the way through.

“Poor baby. Is it achy, honey?” Harry cooed at you as he spread your legs and saw the mess you’d made.

You nodded with a pout, “Yes, Daddy. It hurts. Please. Please, Daddy. I need you.”

Harry smirked at you and swatted your thigh as he leaned down, lifting your t-shirt upward, and kissing your tummy. You knew he was achy too. Harry’s cock was leaking at the tip, his grey boxer briefs couldn’t hide how turned on he was.

Just as Harry put his fingers into the band of your panties to relieve you from the messy fabric and soothe your achy pussy there was a knock at your door, “Sweetie?! You in there!? It’s mom!”

Harry paused his motion and looked at you with wide eyes. You gasped and sat up as Harry jumped off the bed and palmed at his cock to push it down, “Uh… yeah! Hold on, coming, mom!”

You slid on a pair of jean shorts and pointed to your bed as you looked at Harry, “Get under there!”

Harry dove under your bed as you tossed his bag and his jeans and wallet into your closet before taking note of anything else that might be evidence of him.

You smoothed your hair and cleared your throat as you opened your door to see your mom with a bag of burgers from In N Out. Your favorite.

“Oh my god! I’m so glad to see you!” You lied as you hugged your mom, hoping she couldn’t smell the scent of sex on your skin or Harry’s cologne.

When you and your mom sat at your school desk to eat she commented, “Are you okay, hon? You seem all flustered.”

You shrugged and darted your eyes to your bed and felt relief when you realized Harry was well hidden, “I’m fine. I just got back from the gym right before you came over and I had to put some clothes on because I was just about to shower. But I’ll just shower after you leave. No problem,” another lie. God, it was awful lying to your mother, but what could you do? Tell her that her husband was just about to fuck your drippy pussy? Yeah. No.

“Ahhh… that explains the smell,” she laughed as she took a bite. You might want to open a window to air it out a bit. No offense.”

Your mom stayed for a whole hour. You felt awful having Harry stay under your bed the whole time but you also felt awful for lying to your mom and making up an excuse about how you needed to shower because you had plans.

When your mom was on the elevator and out of sight you locked your door and Harry climbed out. He did not look happy.

“Made me wait under the fucking bed like a cuck. You’re gonna pay for that little girl. You’re in deep trouble now,” he spoke as he grabbed you by your neck and dragged you to your bed.

You knew you’d be in for it. Harry didn’t like to be kept waiting. But you were all in and took his punishment like a good girl with a smile on your face and drool down your chin.

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how do we feel about a New Years party stepdad!h blurb? <3

A/n: You wanted a blurb? SORRY! LOL! Got carried away babe! This is a bit more than a blurb. Happy New Year to everyone! Hope your parties are just as fun as this one 💦 3.4k words

Warning: stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader, inappropriate relationship, smut

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New Year's Eve had always been a fun little thing that your mother loved to celebrate, maybe more than any other holiday. She always planned well in advance, inviting dozens of guests, warning the neighbors that it was going to be loud and bribing them with her famous tiramisu, having food catered in, decorations, champagne, noise makers...

You were dressed in your little red, sequin dress with a low back and black heels, hair smoothed and waved, red lips, and lots of butterflies in your tummy. You didn't know how tonight was going to go down. Harry would probably kiss your mom at midnight - that was a given actually. You were used to that, though. What had you feeling the fluttery nerves in your tummy was what Harry was going to do with himself.

The moment he saw you in your little red number he let out an audible scoff that even your mother noticed, "She's gorgeous isn't she, Harry?" Your mom poked her elbow at her husband and winked at you.

She truly just had no idea. But you'd also gotten used to pushing the guilt down so deep it almost didn't even bother you anymore. Almost.

As the guests began to arrive, everyone was handed a drink and ate snacks, and gathered in small groups to chat. The music playing over the speakers was nice and chill. The atmosphere was really relaxed and exciting all at once.

You invited a couple of your girlfriends and they were dressed just as cute as you. Cassidy was somewhat aware of how you felt about Harry. Well, actually she wasn't really aware. She only knew that you found him attractive. She had no idea of your secret. No one did.

"He's so fucking fine. How do you survive listening to him fuck your mom?" She laughed into her red solo cup. She was already half in the bag.

You rolled your eyes and made a gagging noise, acting as if you were grossed out by anything to do with Harry and sex, "Gross! Cas, you're nasty. I don't think of him like that."

She scoffed and shook her head, "I know you think he's hot. You told me. Don't lie."

You shrugged, "Not anymore really. Now he's just my stepdad. I don't think of him that way."

But you could feel his eyes on you all night. You even had to take your pointer finger and make a slicing gesture across your neck to tell him to cut it out. He was going to get himself caught. He wasn't being sly.

It had you a bit worried in fact. So your butterflies were warranted. Harry was being a bit too obvious.

One of Harry's friends, LJ, was also eyeing you. But you didn't like his attention. Not one bit. The guy was ogling you and he kept coming up to you and very openly flirted with you a good handful of times before Harry had had enough and he interrupted one such moment.

"That's enough, mate. That's my stepdaughter..." Harry had placed a palm on the man's shoulder to pull him back a few inches.

You watched on as LJ and Harry went back and forth, "No worries, dude. She's an adult. Right?" He looked at you with brows raised.

You shrugged but looked at Harry with pleading eyes. You wanted LJ to fuck off.

"Nah, let's go, man. Anyone but her..." Harry pulled LJ along and LJ turned back to you as he stumbled in step with Harry and waved at you, but the look on his face was a promise that he'd return.

Your mom was ER doctor, but her true calling was a party planner and host. She threw the best parties. She always had everything perfectly organized and planned out. Anything that went wrong, she took care of by improvising or adapting to doing something a little differently.

So, when one of the drunk guests fell into a table and knocked all of the drinks, cups, and liquor bottles to the ground, your mom had already bought extra liquor and mixers. She immediately got into host most and pointed to you and Harry, "In the basement, bring up the boxes labeled NYE Backup. There are seven of them."

You and Harry quickly went into the house and you kicked your heels off the moment you walked into the kitchen so you could more easily go up and down the stairs. This would likely involve more than one trip.

Harry led the way to the basement and just as you thought he'd do, he pulled you into his arms when you were both hidden away from any eyes that might see.

He groped your ass and then brought a hand up to your chin, holding your jaw, "Why are you wearing this? Trying to make me lose my mind? I've gotta fuckin' fight all my friends to stay away from you," he asked you with his face close to yours. The stance he had over you was possessive and animalistic.

You chuckled and grasped Harry's forearm that held your jaw, "Just for you, Daddy. Thought you'd like it."

Harry pressed his mouth to yours and moved his hands down again. He slid his fingers to your thighs and slowly moved the hem of your dress upward. He began moving you back toward the wall until you felt the cool, flat surface against your back.

Harry broke from the kiss and backed away enough so he could take a look at your panties. He was always obsessed with seeing what panties you had on no matter what you were wearing. You wore something that wouldn't show panty lines. a red and thin lacy thong.

Harry opened his mouth and smoothed his hands over your hips, his thumbs dragging the material down a little. He pushed your dress up further and brushed his fingers over your tummy and ducked down to kiss your belly button which made you laugh because the scruff on his face tickled a bit.

"S'mine..." he spoke against your belly as he settled onto the floor to his knees. His lips made their way down over your panties until he kissed right over the crotch of your panties. His hands pushed your thighs apart and for a moment, you forgot that you had a task to do and your mom's drill sergeant was about to come out if she didn't see you two back upstairs soon.

You leaned your head back to the wall and nodded, "Yours, Daddy."

Harry groaned and pinched the inside of your right thigh as he lifted your left leg and draped your thigh over his shoulder. He quickly pushed the material that was hiding your pussy away to the side and took one, wide and long lick upwards. He looked up at you with that devilish grin you loved before he took another long lick up, his tongue pressing into your labia before slurping your clit gently.

You gasped and put your hands into his hair just as he took his index and middle finger into your folds with his mouth wrapped around your sensitive button.

"Harry? Y/n?" Your mom's voice traveled down into the basement.

Harry quickly stood back up, straightening his clothes out and adjusting his dick as you moved your panties into place and slid your dress back down to cover your bottom.

You both looked at one another and laughed before bringing up the boxes. It did take a few trips. And on each one, Harry tried something but you slapped his hand away, "Mom is going to catch us. You need to stop!" But you couldn't stop the smile and the giggle when you warned him.

The backup liquor and mixers saved the party. Everyone got back to drinking and dancing and being loud. But now you were on edge after getting a little attention from Harry in the basement and your panties got progressively wetter through the night just thinking about his mouth on you. It also didn't help that he kept looking at you or when he'd get close enough he'd whisper into your ear so no one could hear or he'd graze his knuckles down your arm.

Harry didn't get too drunk, but he was feeling quite comfortable with himself. He was dancing and mingling, but he kept looking toward you throughout the night. But the only reason you noticed it was because you kept looking toward him. He was hot. And he wanted you bad, so you were in a state of constant horniness.

When the karaoke machine came out Harry was on it. Harry was a singer in a band. They were okay. It was mostly just for fun, but Harry was good. He took the microphone and put the song in.

When you first heard the music you weren't sure what the song was, but then you realized that it was Elvis. A Little Less Conversation. One of Harry's favorite songs.

Everyone laughed and cheered. It was quite ridiculous. Harry was just having fun, really getting into it. He was singing directly to one of his friends, Joe, touching his shoulders and swaying to the beat. It was a good show.

"He's hard not to stare at," Cassidy said as she leaned into you watching Harry sing the Elvis song. She had a smile on her face as she watched your stepdad sing and move around. Harry had his striped button-up shirt unbuttoned to just past his pecs and his sleeves pushed up to past his elbows, showcasing the tattoos on his forearms. Because of course, he did.

You looked around and realized most of the women were looking at Harry just like Cassidy was. You smiled because you knew Harry was yours at the end of the night. Well, mostly. You'd see how the night turned out once the guests left. Things were a bit more tricky when your mom was home.

Everyone who sang karaoke after Harry had a tough act to follow but it was fun to watch. You wouldn't dare get up and sing in front of anyone. You'd probably have the police called if you tried.

When the hour was closing in at midnight everyone had their champagne glasses and their partner. You and Cassidy stuck next to one another. You'd kiss her at midnight, just a peck.

Harry jumped up on a chair and started the countdown from 10. Your mom stood next to him and everyone watched Harry and counted down.

He shot you a look as the seconds ticked and then he jumped down from his chair and took your mom in his arms and kissed her just as you gave Cassidy a playful peck to her mouth at midnight.

Guests stayed well past midnight. You weren't sure what time they finally started leaving. Cassidy and Michaela planned to stay the night so they were already in your bed by the time you had finished clearing most things from the backyard with your mom and Harry and a few people who stayed to help.

Your mom snuck away before the last guests left and when it was just you and Harry he dragged you into the house and quietly into the basement.

"Your mom's in bed already. I think we need to finish what we started down here, don't you? Start the new year off right?" He had you pressed up against the wall again as he pushed his body against yours, trapping you between himself and the cold wall.

You leaned your head back and nodded with a smile, "I think so." You moved your hands over his chest and slid your fingers into the opening of his shirt, feeling his hard chest with hair scattered over his pecs. Harry's body was delicious.

Moving your hands down you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as quickly as you could. Harry moved your dress up above your hips to expose your panties again.

"Fuck, I need you. I always need you so bad, Y/n..." Harry moaned as you pulled him out of his pants. He was already hard and ready. Heavy in your hand.

Harry moved your panties to the side and pressed his mouth back onto yours as he slipped his fingers into your crease and circled your clit.

You stroked him with your palm, but it was dry, so you pushed at him a little and spit into your hand, keeping your eyes on his, and then lowered your hand back down to his gorgeous cock. The cock that you knew would soon be taking up all the space inside of your cunt.

You gasped when he pushed two fingers into your tight little hole.

You and Harry stood in the basement, against the wall, watching each other as you got fingered and he got a hand job.

You both began to pant softly as it got more heated. Harry's fingers were long and worked you better than anyone else's.

"My hand is drenched. I think this pussy is ready for my cock now," Harry spoke through his teeth. His tip was leaking just the tiniest bit, his precum letting you know he was aching in your hand.

Harry removed his hand and pushed his pants all the way down and then he grabbed the back of your thighs and bent at the knees as he lifted you upward, your back still to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Harry guided his thick, hard cock into your sopping hole. You both let out a moan that was louder than it should have been.

"Fuck... that's all I needed..." Harry moaned as he felt you lather his cock in arousal, your walls pressing all around him.

"Mmmm... me too, Daddy..." you put your arms over his shoulders for leverage as he began to press upward into you deeper. Harry couldn't pull out too much, but with your back pressed into the wall, he could bend down a little and move himself in and out a few inches, but mostly, he stayed deep inside of you, fucking upward.

Harry had his hands squeezing your ass as he thrusted and you kept your legs locked around his waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Oh my god! Fuck, you’re so deep!" You grunted at his harsh plunges.

Harry put his mouth to yours to keep you quiet because your moans and yelps were too loud. His tongue swirled over your tongue and he licked at your lips and your mouth as he panted his breaths in between.

Harry began to pound into you harder as you fucked yourself down over his cock, moving your hips as much as you could. He kept his mouth over yours but the sound of your back against the wall as he rutted into you was thudding in time with his thrusts.

Harry's cock was throbbing inside of you and he moaned against your mouth as his jaw went slack. He was about to come.

"Come inside of me, Daddy. Fill me up..." you whispered as you pulled at his hair and Harry began to tremble.

"What do you need, baby? Want your clit rubbed? Can you reach?" Harry's words were breathy and tight.

You actually couldn't reach because of the angle and you were worried that if you let go with one of your arms you might lose your balance.

"I don't think I can. But that's okay..."

Harry grunted and moved his hands to your thighs and put your feet onto the floor before pulling out, his heavy cock swaying and shiny.

"Get on your hands and knees. I'll fuck you doggy and you rub that sweet little clit," Harry moved you so you were bending downward.

You got to your hands and knees, knowing you'd have carpet burn afterward, but it'd be worth it.

Harry got in right behind you and softly palmed over your bottom and leaned over your back, "Need to keep quiet, okay?"

You nodded and spread your thighs for him as you started to rub your clit.

Harry impaled you quickly and the feel of his cock parting your soft inner walls and the noise it made when his hips met your ass was so sexy.

Harry's pace was better like this. He could really fuck you in this position. You ran your fingers over your clit as Harry's cock glided in and then backed out to his crown, before pushing back in, reaching that one spot, deep inside, his tip and the swollen frenulum dragging over it and making you see stars each time.

It was like Harry's cock was made for your pussy. Curved perfectly to reach and rub into the magic area that had your toes curling and your pussy creaming over him with how good it felt.

Things only got wetter as Harry went harder. He was tempted to spank your round ass but he resisted because the sound of a palm landing on soft flesh could be a bit loud at times. And besides, his skin and balls slapping against you each time he rocked inward were loud enough. But those noises couldn't be helped. The sound of two people fucking would be enough of a giveaway. Having the sound of him spanking you, which would probably make you yelp was not wise.

Harry began to tremble behind you again, his long cock slicking into you and punching you deep in your tummy. You sped up the speed of your fingers and groaned when Harry's hips rocked into you so hard you were being knocked forward.

"M'gonna come, baby. Come on Daddy's cock. Come on... Need to see your cream all over it. Oooohh..." he let out a low and quiet moan and gasp when you started to quiver and moan.

You bit your lip to keep your noises down because your orgasm was about to take you out. You'd been on edge and pent up all night, which only meant your orgasm was going to wreck you.

Harry shifted deep into you and he grasped your hips. You felt him lean over your body as he fucked inward, inward, deeper, deeper, never moving his cock out as his tip was smashed into your magic spot, smoothing over it and pressing into it, never letting up contact.

You lost it. You did your best not to make a peep but you shook and your ears rang, your heart pounded harshly as your orgasm took over. You creamed over his cock, just like he wanted and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned over your body.

Harry gasped and stilled his hips as he released inside of you, deep into your guts. You felt drool hit the top of your shoulder blades as Harry's mouth was hanging open in ecstasy. He couldn't help it. You made his mouth water and his orgasm burst into you and took over all of his senses. He groaned quietly as he unloaded himself into you, coating you with his sperm.

It was a lot. You both came hard. His come began to drip out of you before he'd even pulled out. You were both still a little shaky when he finally did pull out and you heard him laugh as he slipped his fingers through your folds to scoop up his come. He put his arm around your body and you saw his finger in front of your face.

"Suck," he said in a dark voice.

You wrapped your lips around his finger and sucked his still-warm come into your mouth and swallowed it down with a gulp.

"Good girl."

You both got up, wobbly and breathless and smiling. Harry brought you in for another kiss as he pulled your dress down to cover your body.

"Happy New Year, baby. I love you." Harry kissed you deeply and you slung your arms over his shoulders and made out like teenagers. You could probably have gone another round but it was best to get back to your respective rooms before anyone caught you. "Happy New Year, Daddy," you smiled at the man and he pinched your cheek with a grin before you both headed upstairs and went your separate ways for the night.

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Okay, hear me out… stepdad!harry and y/n on vacation. Y/n gets jealous of her mom and Harry, but Harry likes seeing her all jealous and needy so he plays it out for a bit. But eventually he gives into her and is all sweet and reassures her that he only wants her 😖😫🤧🫶🏻

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A/n: Vacation stepdad Harry! Hope you enjoy! Also, not sure who made the shit edited pic of Harry I used, but - eh, thanks? 2.1k words

Warning: Smut (oral f receiving), some light angst and jealousy - NOT PROOFREAD - this is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader and they have a totally inappropriate relationship - do not read if you're not into it :)

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You were dreading a vacation for the first time ever in your life. Because this time, it meant you'd be with your mom and Harry together nonstop. You'd have to watch them together, and at the end of the day he'd be going to their room for the night, not yours.

Your mom booked two rooms at the resort where you were staying. The rooms were not adjoined, which you were thankful for. Even on the flight you sat apart from them. By yourself, next to an old woman who snored the entire time. And that wasn't so bad to be honest. At least she wasn't trying to talk your ear off.

The resort was gorgeous with pool areas, a night club, a few restaurants and the beach which allowed you access to the ocean was all right there. Your room was basic but the bed was comfortable and you had a good view from your tiny balcony.

When you met up with your mom and Harry at the seafood restaurant they were already there, looking cozy and sweet together. You thought you'd throw up. You knew Harry was putting on an act. He'd told you over and over again what to expect. He admitted to you the way he felt for you and that nothing could compare to his feelings for you. That gave you solace. But it was still a hard pill to swallow seeing them flirty and touchy.

You could barely eat your meal. You tried not noticing the way your mom kept touching Harry's arm and the way Harry responded by touching her back. You hated the way he'd whisper into her ear and it'd send her laughing loudly. She was quite a bit drunk by the time the server had cleared your table and you all were ready to leave.

"Let's go to the pool together and enjoy some sun!" Your mom spoke as she grabbed Harry's hand and pulled at him.

"Nah. I'm just gonna go and walk around the resort. See what's around," you spoke and saw Harry frown at you. Your mom let out a strange wet gasp, "No, come with us, Yn! Don't be a party pooper!"

You rolled your eyes and chose not to respond. But you did concede and follow them both to the adult's only pool.

You found a chair and and slid your dress off, draping it over the back of the seat and laid yourself over the cushions wearing your cute little green bikini that you hoped would have Harry looking.

And it did. Harry noticed your little swimsuit. He also noticed other people noticing. He didn't like that but he couldn't do anything about it. He and your mom laid next to one another and held hands. Harry kind of liked watching you get jealous of him. He liked that you were fuming. It might have been mean, but he knew that you were aware of his feelings. He had warned you beforehand. But it was kind of cute to watch you get all huffy with him. He'd take care of that later.

After another few rounds of cocktails your mother had hit her limit. Harry helped her back to her room and you assisted. She was slurring and kissing all over Harry's neck, "Just need to sleep it off and then I'm gonna suck your big dick so good baby..." your mom spoke and you nearly gagged and vomited all over her.

Harry just laughed, "Sounds good. Can't wait."

He knew she was going to be out and would never remember saying that, especially since she said it right in front of you. Yeah, she was quite intoxicated. She'd be out for the rest of the night.

Once you and Harry got your mom into her room you excused yourself so Harry could help her change and tuck her into bed. Before you could open the door Harry put his palm on the frame and turned you toward him, "Stop being a brat. I'll see you in fifteen minutes in your room."

You yanked your arm away from him and narrowed your eyes at him, "No you won't. I'm not going to my room. You can stay here and let my mom suck your cock for all I care."

You were pissed and Harry only smiled at you, making you even more mad, "Go to your room. If you aren't there in fifteen minutes I'll come find you and drag you back there."

You left and stomped your way down the hall. You hated the predicament you were in. It never got easier.

But you did go to your room because deep down you knew what Harry was doing was for your mom's sake. She couldn't know about you two or it would end in disaster.

You stripped out of your bikini and put on a robe from the hotel and opened up the door to the balcony to let in a breeze. You were already feeling better.

Just as promised, fifteen minutes later, Harry was knocking at your door. You put on your angry face and swung the door open ready to argue and pout and make him feel sorry for you having to put up with him and your mom being lovey-dovey. But when you took him in you nearly melted and lost all the resolve you had to be angry with him. He was holding a small bouquet of flowers and had a bottle of white wine in the other hand.

He stepped into your room and handed you the flowers and then pushed you backwards, closing the door behind him, cocky smile on his face. He continued walking you backwards with the bottle of wine in one hand and the other cupping your face. His eyes were soft and he his lopsided grin was cute but you wanted to slap him. And then kiss him.

"Baby, don't be angry. I know you want to be but we talked about this," he set the bottle of wine down on the cabinet and then cupped the other side of your face with his newly free hand. He still walked you backward until you were against the bed. He gently nudged you back to sitting and then removed his shoes before grabbing you by your waist and moving you deeper into the bed, pushing you toward the pillows as he climbed over you and then untied your robe.

You let him open up the thick cotton and expose your naked body underneath. Harry smoothed his hands from your tummy up to your breasts and then leaned over you to place a small kiss at each nipple.

He looked up at you with innocent eyes, "You know I love you. Right? More than anything or anyone." He continued kissing over your breasts and you were quickly coming undone. Harry let his lips trail down to your sternum and lower toward your belly. His soft lips covered every inch of your skin as you remained silent still being a little stubborn.

Harry chuckled against your hip bone and then looked up at you, his light green eyes looking hungry and desperate, "I mean it. Please. You're all I want. All I can think of anymore. Don't be mad."

With his eyes still on you he brought his lips back to your hip bone before lowering to you pelvis and then like magic, the moment his mouth met your labia and then his tongue licked inside and found your clit you sighed and couldn't stop the smile from taking over your features.

"There she is. There's my good girl. Want your pussy licked baby? I'll show you how you're the only one I want. The only one I need."

You moaned and nodded at Harry and you saw him smile before delving in and covering your pussy with his mouth. Harry kept his eyes on you as he licked upward and stroked your clit, getting you all slippery and whiny until he knew you were ready for his fingers.

"No one does this to you but me," he said in a deep voice as he pushed his middle finger into your entrance and began stroking upward and then in and out. He put his mouth back over you, using his tongue to dance around your clit and it drove you crazy. You needed more pressure and he knew it, but he loved driving you crazy.

He added a second a finger and his fingers moved a little quicker as started to suck on your clit using his tongue to massage and encase your sensitive bud.

You put your hands into his hair and began to pull when you spread your legs further apart to give him as much access as he needed. You closed your eyes when his slurping and fingering felt like a warm zipper coming undone on your flesh. You groaned.

Harry used his free hand to pinch your thigh and you popped your eyes back open to look down at him with heaving breaths.

Harry lifted his mouth to speak to you, his lips grazing your pussy as he spoke his words, "Keep your eyes on Daddy. Want you looking at me when you come."

So you did your best. He always wanted you to watch when he ate you out. The way his tongue worked you, his lips sucked at you, his fingers fucked into you... and the sound of him slurping your cunt.

You began to moan in high, breathy noises. Harry's cheeks were shiny with you. He kept his eyes on yours as he continued his attack on your pussy and with his free hand he began to hold you down as you started to buck upward when you felt your end bubbling out.

"Daddy... oh my god!" Your words were moans and your ears began to ring as you struggled to keep your eyes open and on Harry's.

"Come on baby. Come on my face... come in Daddy's mouth," Harry grunted his words out and you noticed that he was gently rocking himself into the bed as he was working you to your end.

"Fffuuck!" You yelped as you released and fluttered your eyes closed for only a second before you felt Harry pinching at you again and you peeled your lids open and watched Harry as he continued licking and sucking with his fingers inside of you as you came. You moaned nonsense words and high pitched breaths as he at you out until you were so sensitive you were trying to push at his head but he had a vice grip on you and he didn't let up.

Harry's mouth was still eating away at your pussy and you squeezed your eyes closed, "Harry! Please!" you gasped your words as he licked over you clit, up and down, side to side. He slide a third finger inside of you and you opened your eyes and craned your neck to watch.

You began to feel your second orgasm wind around your insides as Harry's tongue didn't stop swiping over you. Everything was so wet and slick on your pussy with your own arousal and the spit Harry was using on you as he smoothed his mouth up and down.

The moment your second orgasm hit you felt like you were levitating. Harry had three fingers inside of you, knuckles deep as he sucked you in. He held you down and you writhed as you whined and moaned his name.

Harry laughed as you quivered and tears fell from your face. He knew he'd overstimulated you but he loved watching you struggle and come over and over again.

When you came down and your breathing was still a bit hard Harry lifted his face and began taking his clothes off. You watched him from your prone position with a smile of relief on your face.

Harry's dick was plumped and leaking at the tip already when he grabbed your thighs and dragged you to pull you closer.

"Daddy needs to come inside his baby now. Show you how much I love you. Fill you up with my come."

You were already so fucked out and you hadn't even technically been fucked but you nodded with a smile and Harry leaned down to kiss your mouth, he tasted like you.

He put his hands into your hair and gently smoothed it back. He looked at you for a moment with the soft eyes you loved so much. You loved it when he looked at you like this. It spoke everything to you that you wanted to know.

"Okay? Can I make love you to you now, baby? Want Daddy's cock?" Harry's lips were wet with you and his irises nearly completely covered by his pupils.

"Yes. Fuck me daddy. Make love to me."

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Ima Need A Stepdad!Harry OS Where Y/n Has A Halloween Party To Go To And She’s In A Cheesy Segsy Costume Matching With Her Guy Friend (Who Likes What She Does 🤭) Anyways He’s Waiting Downstairs While Y/n Is Getting Ready And And H Is So Jealous (Glaring At Him) While The Mom Is Complementing Them.. You Can Take It From Here 🥵😌🍿🍾

A/n: OH YOU GOT IT BABE! A quick 🎃Halloween🎃relevant piece. Wrote this fast, hope you like! 2k words

Warning: stepdad!Harry x stepdaughter!reader - if you don’t like this kind of thing turn away now. Smut, cheating totally inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter - barely proofread - sorry!

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You and some friends were going to a Halloween party. You dressed as a cat. A black body suite (that you realized was going to be a bitch when you needed to go to the bathroom and pull it down), tall black boots with a heel, a little tail attached to your bottom, a soft cat-ears head band, and some cute makeup to finish the look off. You put your hair in a high ponytail and felt cute.

Harry had been hovering. He kept passing by your bedroom to see what you were wearing and you kept ignoring him. He didn't say anything at first. But that was because your mom was home. He couldn't. You smiled at your reflection.

When Peter got to your house to pick you up Harry answered the door. He hadn't expected your friend to be a tall, athletic guy. Peter was nearly the same height as Harry but a little slimmer. Peter was dressed as Maverick from Top Gun. Aviator sunglasses on his head, a jumpsuit with patches and sleeves rolled up his forearms. Harry would have looked for an excuse to have you stay home if it weren't for your mother being there.

When you got downstairs you hugged Peter and your mom gushed over your costume and Peter's.

"Y/n! Look at you! Oh wow! I love this. And Peter! Are you Maverick?" Your mom smiled.

Peter nodded, "Yes ma'am." Polite. Harry hated him.

Harry didn't say a word as you both left. You knew Harry was pissed. But you weren't planning on doing anything with Peter. He wasn't your type. Though, you could recognize that Peter was into you.

The frat house was packed. Everyone was there. All your girlfriends, your guy friends, their significant others...

Peter got you a drink and you relaxed into the scene. Dancing, music, talking, more drinking. You didn't plan on getting drunk. You wanted to be able to wake up feeling normal the following morning.

You danced with Peter at one point. Nothing crazy, you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. But it was a fast paced song and you were both just having fun.

Suddenly someone in a black track suit and ski mask grabbed you from behind, “Pardon us,” the masked man spoke to Peter as you were pulled away and taken down a hallway and pushed into a room.

You knew who it was. You could tell by his deep raspy voice and the tattoo on his hand. No one else would know, mostly because they hadn’t been paying any attention and all they would have seen would be two people dressed in costumes going down the hall to a bedroom.

Harry locked the door and when he turned around, you pulled the fabric from his head making his dark curls all messy.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You put your hands at your hips and squinted trying to convey a little attitude.

“I came to make sure your friend didn’t try anything. Looks like I got here just in time.” Harry began stepping toward you as you tried to stand your ground but he put his hands at your ribs, and began walking you backwards, “Were you gonna fuck him?”

Harry’s voice was stern and his grip on your ribs was brutal.

You shook your head, “Of course not! You’re such a jealous caveman, Harry! I’m not into Peter like that,” you put your hands up to his chest to stop him from walking you backwards when the back of your thighs hit the bed.

“Oh? Not into him like that? You mean you’re not a slut for anyone but me? Y'dressed like one,” Harry pushed you down into the bed, your bottom coming into contact with the comforter.

“Come on, Harry. You know I wouldn’t do anything with anyone else,” you grinned and looked up at him from your seated position.

“Do I? You walk out of the house dressed as a sexy kitten with polite Maverick boy and expect me to take your word for it?” Harry had the smallest quirk of his lip upward as he put his hands at the neck line of the thin black fabric of your bodysuit and began pushing the material down. Your boobs fell out from the stretchy cotton and Harry made a hissing sound as he continued dragging the fabric down your arms.

“Not even a fucking bra,” he shook his head when he pulled the top from your arms so that your torso and arms were completely bare, your bottom half still covered by the bodysuit.

You snickered at his comment, he’d sure be in for a surprise when he pulled the bodysuit down your legs to find you also weren’t wearing panties. You didn’t want panty lines showing under your costume.

“What’s funny here? Hmm?” Harry asks as he knees up onto the mattress and begins palming your tits.

You shook your head and gave him your sweetest eyes as you bit your lip before speaking, “Just glad you came here. Gonna fuck me Daddy? Or make me choke on your cock?”

Harry scoffed but the way he looked at you made you melt. He leaned in to kiss your lips and cupped your face with both hands. Licking into your mouth he pressed your back down into the mattress and he started to push his joggers down his legs.

When he leaned back to take his sweatshirt off you sat up a little so you could start taking your boots off. Harry swatted your hand away, "Just lie there like a good girl. Don't move." He kept his eyes on your boots as he began to pull the zipper down and remove each one.

Then he took the material from your jumpsuit into his hands and began pulling it down slowly. You could see his cock sticking out, hard and ridged. The tip smooth and ready to be inserted into you slick hole.

"Holy shit. Fucking little slut..." Harry groaned as he realized you also weren't wearing panties. You smiled at him as he removed the fabric from your legs and then he quickly pushed your thighs apart.

He smacked your inner thighs and groaned, "Tell me right now you didn't want him to fuck you. Be honest." Harry looked up at you, his pupils dark and nostrils flared.

Once again you shook your head, "I promise you, Daddy. I only want your big cock. No one else's will do."

Harry bit his lip and looked down at your pussy and in a shock, plunged three fingers deep inside of you with no preamble. He gave you deep and thick thrusts with his fingers and pressed you down into the bed.

He pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips and rolled you to your tummy where he immediately proceeded to spank you with a searing ache. You grunted and whined into the comforter below at each strike. It hurt.

"How's your ass now? Feel that?" He spanked your cheek, the slap sounding into the room. You could feel the imprint of his rings on your skin.

"Hurts! I'm sorry, Daddy!" You whimpered and then he stopped, rubbing his hands over your backside before putting his fingers back inside of your pussy again, thrusting deep and hard and making your squirm.

When he removed his fingers you felt the bed dipping as Harry positioned himself over you. He spread his thighs and placed them on either side of your hips, putting his cock through your folds. He put a hand down on your neck, keeping your the side of your face down into the bed and suddenly plunged his cock deep into your cunt.

You gasped when he began railing you hard. His balls thudding into your skin as he fucked down into you, keeping you hips angled up just enough that he could reach deep inside your pussy and make it ache.

The bed squeaked and creaked under the weight of two adults fucking on the spring mattress. Harry's dick pushed into your walls fast and pulled back until he was out to the tip, before slamming back into you.

You could hear him grunting and panting in breathy moans when he'd slick himself in balls deep. With his hand holding your neck down and his thighs working into you hard you gurgled and grunted as you drooled, your cheek that was pushed into the blanket was wet from the moisture that had poured from your mouth.

"Little girl wants to act like a whore, she's gonna get fucked like a whore," Harry groaned and gritted his teeth as he spoke. The sound of his cock getting soaked by your pussy was in rhythm with the way he was fucking into you.

You couldn't answer or respond because your mouth was wide open and face pressed into the bed. You could only moan and gurgle sounds out as your insides were being pushed apart with Harry's thick cock.

"What was that? Oh you can't speak can you? Good. I don't want to hear your excuses." Harry spanked your ass again, a harsh smack onto each cheek as he sloppily pushed in and pulled out of you when he began to feel his own orgasm near.

You happily allowed him to use your pussy for what he wanted. You just wanted to be his fuck doll in that moment. You weren't going to come. It felt so good having him slip in and out of you, but even better was that he got to enjoy it and just hearing the way he was breathing and panting made you feel powerful. Powerful to know you made him hard, made him moan, made him come.

And when he started to throb and pulse into your hot pussy he let out a loud breathy moan and he stilled his hips and released inside of you. He poured his sperm into you and then he began to press into you then pulling his cock all the way out, spreading your cheeks so he could watch his come dripping from you and then he plunged back in again to fuck his come back into you.

"Need Daddy's come in there, don't you? Need it to soak in there and keep you all filled."

Harry pulled out and smacked your ass again and you lifted your head when he finally took his hand from your neck and you moaned, turning your body to look at him as he put his tracksuit back on. You watched him get himself dressed and he paused and looked at you.

"Put your slutty kitten suit back on. Not gonna just let you lie here naked for anyone out there to see."

You nodded and put your bodysuit back on then your boots. You sat in a daze at the edge of the bed and Harry walked in front of you, bending at the waist so he could look you in the eyes.

He licked his thumb and ran the wetted pad under your eyes and near your nose, over your cheek, "Mascara is smeared everywhere," he mumbled as he wiped your face with a hint of a smile.

You smiled at him as he cleaned you up and then he grabbed your hand to help you stand.

You both exited the bedroom after Harry put his ski mask back on so no one would know who'd just given you a good dicking (if they had heard anything). You didn't want anyone to know your stepdad was fucking you.

Part of you expected him to leave after that and then you'd stay at the party, but you shouldn't have been surprised when he pulled you out the front door and made you get into the car with him, "Not leaving you here with my come dripping out of your pussy, dressed like that," he whispered as he got you seated in the passenger side. You looked at him with a half smile and Harry licked his lips, "You're my little Halloween kitten, not Peter's. Let's get you home now."

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Waiting for more stepdad!H so I can drown my sorrows in your writing and feel fulfilled again 🤪

Selfish*

Summary: Harry’s fed up with your teasing and he sneaks into your room to fuck you when your mom falls asleep. 866 words

Warning: stepdad!Harry x stepdaughter!reader - If you don’t like that kind of thing don’t read. Smut, degradation, cheating, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad & stepdaughter

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Harry snuck into your room after your mom fell asleep. You knew he would. You’d been a tease all day. On purpose of course.

He covered your mouth as soon as he crawled into your bed over you and pulled your shorts down with his other hand. You weren’t wearing panties. Again, on purpose.

“Fucking always such a whore.” Harry whispered as he flicked his fingers in between your folds, up and down. He moved his hand from your mouth and began lifting your t-shirt upward.

“Just for you, daddy.” You panted quietly. You wanted his fingers, his mouth, his cock, anything. You only teased him so hard all day because you hoped for this exact outcome.

“Of course it’s just for me. You’ll never have a better cock than mine. And you know it.” He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you both moaned.

You reached a hand down and cupped his already thickening cock and he rutted down into your hand. He kept his lips on yours and his fingers at your pussy.

Soon, that familiar slippery wetness began to make its way out over Harry’s fingers and he glided his digits all over the outside and the inside of your labia, spreading the arousal all around. He loved how wet you got. Always.

“I want to taste you so bad but we have to be quick. You ready for my cock?” He spoke when he leaned back to pull his sweats down and then he stuck his fingers into his mouth and licked your flavor off of them.

You adjusted yourself to accommodate Harry between your legs as you nodded, “I’m always ready for you, daddy.”

Harry loved hearing you say things like this. It made him weak for you. It’s why his feelings for you started to expand. The way you so easily worked his ego and knew just which buttons to push. It drove him wild for you. You seemed to be the only one to get him without even trying.

“You are aren’t you? My good girl. My best girl.” Harry whispered as he settled between your thighs. His cock stiff and long as he pushed into your soft cunt.

It was so good. Getting filled up by Harry was what you were made for.

He couldn’t pound into you because that would be too loud, but he could get in deep. So with long, languid strokes, just as he got his cock all the way in, he rutted up into you with a bit of force to push into your insides just that much more. It had you biting back a whine each time he did it.

“Oh!” You squeaked out when he rammed into you in one quick thrust that had you crossing your eyes.

Harry put a hand over your mouth and pushed your left leg down to your chest, bent at the knee.

“Shh, shh, shh… keep quiet for me.”

He continued his slow thrusts, dipping in deeper at the end of his strokes to really drive home how big and long he was.

“Fuck you’re perfect. Fuck I need you Y/n…” he moaned quietly, his dick reaching your cervix and splitting you in half. You moaned into his hand and nodded with your eyes on his.

Harry was feeling your tight hole fluttering around him, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. You felt it too. You knew you would come soon. Harry’s dick just felt good. Too good.

“Gonna cream on daddy’s cock, baby? Yeah? There you go. Shit! Like that baby…” you nodded as you started to come. He kept his hand over your mouth as you released around his dick, still pushing and pulling in and out as he fucked you through your high.

Just as your climax had peaked and you moaned into his big palm Harry began to fill you with his hot come. He gritted his teeth and willed the groan that wanted to come out loudly to stay silent but his breathing was hard and he had instinctively increased his cadence making the bed creek lightly to the pace of his thrusting.

You both laid silently and happily as you came you down and connected your mouths.

You wrapped your arms sound him, sliding yours under his arms and squeezing him and he just kept kissing you with his cock stuffed deep in your guts still.

“Mmm… wish I could just stay here tonight.” He groaned in a whisper. You sighed and smiled. He wanted you. He wanted to be with you. He preferred you. It should have made you guiltier than it did, but instead his admission gave you butterflies and made your heart rate rise again. You wished he could stay too.

“Maybe sometime we can go away for the weekend. Just us two. And then we can sleep together all night.”

Harry grinned but you couldn’t see it in the dark. A weekend away with you sounded exactly like what he needed.

“Selfish little thing. Maybe if you’re good we can think about it.” He goaded.

“I am selfish for you, daddy. I want you all to myself.���

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stepdad harry request if you’re up for it: during a thunderstorm you get spooked due to your fear of thunder so you slip into harry and ur mom’s room. ur mom sleepily mumbles her consent into let you get in with them when you ask before she falls back asleep. harry’s in the middle and so you cuddle into him and later with a little bit of hesitance on his end, you veryyyy sneakily fuck beneath the covers 😈

Happy Friday, Loves 🖤

A/n: thanks, anon! Changed a few small details but hope you enjoy! 1,088 words

Warning: stepdad!Harry x stepdaughter!reader - if you don’t like this kind of thing turn away now. Smut, cheating totally inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter

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You woke up to the loudest crash of thunder and all the electricity going out in the house, which you realized when you rolled over to check the time.

The storm had been raging for an hour and the thunder and lightening didn’t let up. It felt ridiculous to be scared of a storm but this one was really intense and it had the windows rattling.

You snuck to your mom’s room and stuck your head in.

“Mom?” You spoke softly but loud enough that it woke both Harry and your mother.

“What’s wrong, honey? Is the storm scaring you?” Your mom sat up as she spoke. She’d been used to you getting scared and climbing into bed with her for your whole life. She knew the storm would probably bring you in.

“Yeah, it’s just too much. Can I, uh…” you neared the bed and Harry sat up next to your mom.

“Of course, Y/n. Scoot this way, Har. Let her in. She gets like this in bad storms.” Your mom pulled Harry closer to her side so you could climb into the bed next to Harry, keeping him in the middle.

“Thank you.” You said as you snuggled into the covers and sighed relief. The room grew silent except for the rain and wind violently blowing outside the window.

It didn’t take long for another thunder crash to shake the house and you jumped, grabbing onto Harry. He rolled to face you and spoke, “You’re okay. Just relax.”

You kept your hands firmly squeezing his arm and scooched closer to him, “Feel better with you here.”

Harry smiled to himself and peeked over his shoulder at your mother, fast asleep. He turned back to you.

You laid there for a while, your eyes blinking in the dark, the occasional flash of lightening illuminating the room for a few seconds at a time. You knew he was awake. You could tell by his breathing. You loosened your grip on his arm eventually and curled your hands together at your chest and leaned your head in toward Harry’s chest so you could be closer to him.

When you felt one of his hands rubbing over your back gently you tilted your head back to look at him and he was so close. The flash of light from the window lit his face up and you could see that his eyes were open too.

“Harry?” You whispered softly, “Not tired?”

Suddenly Harry brought his hand up to the nape of your neck and angled your face to his as he melted his lips over yours softly. It nearly knocked the wind out of your lungs. You hadn’t expected for him to want to kiss you with your mom right next to him.

But that didn’t stop you from engaging in the kiss and pressing your tongue over his slowly.

Another crash of thunder and you only jumped a little, but having Harry’s hands on you and your mouths pressed together made it feel not as scary.

Soon the flat part of your hand was pressing into Harry’s solid dick. He was warm and long and under his sweats and you loved how hard he’s get for you.

“Turn over.” Harry breathed into your ear.

You flipped over to your other side and immediately Harry’s arms were pulling you to his chest, your bottom right over his erection.

He lowered a hand and pushed his fingers down into your shorts and and began slowly rubbing over you as he nudged himself into your bottom.

It felt like it took forever. The lazy strokes of his fingers over your pussy felt incredible but it was unhurried and gentle. You eventually began to wet Harry’s hand with your arousal as your body readied itself for penetration.

Harry’s breathing was getting harder as he kissed your neck and continued rocking his hard shaft into you. He felt how wet you’d grown. His palm was almost dripping. All he’d need to do was just free his cock and lower your shorts to slip right in.

The house shook again as another crash of thunder sounded and Harry quickly yanked at your shorts so your bottom was bare and he pulled himself out of his sweats. He pushed his warm dick into your bottom and rutted inward to spread your cheeks slightly.

“M’gonna fuck you but you need to keep your mouth closed.” His words were quiet in your ear and he kissed your lobe before grabbing you at the waist to bend you slightly so you were angled just right for him.

You felt his tip slide through your labia and then stop right where he could just push in, “Rub your little button for me so we can both come fast, ‘kay?”

He began pushing in and you brought a hand down your torso and over your clit and got to work on your clit.

Harry’s thrusts we’re just right, hitting deep and his breath on your neck and the small grunts he’d make occasionally were driving you wild.

The bed was barely being disturbed with your movements because Harry was staying steady and slow.

You sucked in an inhale of breath and felt yourself get closer. It felt good having him inside of you.

When Harry was near his end his hips stuttered ever so slightly as he put a little more force into his thrusts, causing the mattress to rock softy under your body. The noise of your wet pussy being fucked into was not keeping your activities a secret. If your mom had woken up, she would have understood what you two were up to.

You were both at the point of no return. Even if your mom had woken up, Harry would have continued fucking you through til you were coming around his cock as he dumped his come into your cunt.

With heavy breaths and the rhythmic wet thud of Harry’s hips smacking into your ass you both came in record time. You gasp and quivered as Harry fucked himself deep into your body, coating your insides with his sperm. Your creamy pussy drank him in as you pulsed and clenched over him.

When you were both still and quiet again Harry kissed your neck as he pulled himself out. You straightened your shorts out and sighed as you turned to lie on your back.

Another clap of lightening sounded and you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face and Harry’s come inside your pussy.

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hii gurugirl I have a request for stepdad harry: imagine wearing some joggers and a sweatshirt and when harry pulls them down he just sees your cunt bursting out of your pretty thong

I wasn't sure what to write up for this but something short and quick to sate your request a little. xoxo

Warning: Stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader, inappropriate relationship

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You were cozy in your soft joggers and loose sweatshirt. Typically you liked wearing a little less in front of Harry, especially when your mom was home so it would drive him crazy, but you were doing chores today.

Just as you got downstairs to get some water, Harry sat down at the kitchen table and raised his brows at you as he motioned with a finger for you to come to him.

You looked into the living room to see your mom who seemed quite interested in the book she was holding so you went to stand in front of Harry with a look of indifference. It wasn’t like he could fuck you right here with your mom just in the other room.

No, he wasn’t go to fuck you. He just wanted a quick peek of what you had on under your joggers.

Without a word he yanked the soft material down from your hips and to the top of your thighs exposing your little white, lacy thong. You’d been moving around a lot and working on your chores so the fabric had shifted and the front crotch now barely covered your pussy.

Harry let out a breath and licked his lips as he pushed his mouth over the material of your panties and kissed the sides of your cunt that had burst through the skimpy material. It was all he could do in the short time before you mom might get tipped off that something was going on. He took a deep breath and then smirked at you.

You gasped and put your palm down onto the kitchen table to stabilize yourself as Harry pulled your joggers back up over your hips and then patted your bottom as he left you in the kitchen standing alone with thoughts swirling in your mind about how you could get Harry alone for a quick fuck without your mom knowing.

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Some of you aren’t seeing my newest stepdad!Harry post from yesterday unless you get a direct link. Not sure why tumblr is behaving the way it is!

Anyway!!! Here’s the link, babes!

Just remember, this is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader and they have a very inappropriate relationship! Please move on and don't read if you're not into it.

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