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A/N: The long awaited sub!Harry fic is finally here!!! This is my first Sub!Harry piece, so I really hope you guys like it! Btw it’s FILTHY…like FILTHY FILTHY! Enjoy🙃
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Oh my fucking god hear me out: the readers been thirsting over Kylo (and he, her) but she doesn’t know she can use the force so while she’s getting herself off, she imagines what she’s do to him but what she doesn’t know is that it’s actually happening to him, on the other side of the ship
Oh my god oh my god oh my god
Kylo’s saber is ignited, splitting the darkness of his quarters with a crackle he feels all the way up his arm
He holds the weapon out, the heat of it enough to sear through whoever was bold enough to enter his quarters, let alone touch him
But there’s no one.
He kills the saber, letting both it and himself drop back to the bedding with a thump
Letting his eyes close, he convinces himself it was just another nightmare – just another conjuring of an unconscious state of being – and nothing more
That train of thought crashes when the ghosts of a hand cards through his hair, sliding down to follow the shape of his jaw
This was not a nightmare and he was not asleep
Distantly, he’s wondering who in the galaxy, who in their right mind is using the Force for this, on him
But the sensation was not a strong one, and wavered as it travelled, explored the places of his chest, fingers toying with his nipples
Hips bucking up on their own accord, his lips part, a huff of air escaping
Nails drag down his abdomen
He’s panting when the hands rub at his thighs, the muscles strained and desperate
But there’s no one fucking there.
The lack of control is gnawing at Kylo’s chest, his hands curled into fists at his sides, clutching the blankets so tight he’s sure to tear them
There was no one for him to maneuver, to manhaldle, to persuade
So when the hand finally finally wraps around his aching cock, he moans, and the relief that floods him is sudden and powerful
But the teasing was over, and Kylo thanks the stars, hips canting, chasing after his release which swirls in thick, heavy pools
A weight over him, and opening his eyes, he’s still met with the same empty room
“Supreme Leader”
A voice – a woman’s voice – sultry and dripping with lust
“Are you going to cum in my hand, Supreme Leader?”
There are two neurons left properly firing in his brain: one is dedicated to engraving that voice into his memory like a siren song and the other has him gasping,
“H-How are you..?”
A twist of the hand, right under the head of his dick, precum sliding down his shaft, his previous sentence withering into a groan
“Stars, you must look gorgeous. Fuck! Wish I could feel you.”
Oh for fucks sake
Whoever this was, she had no idea did she? She was clueless as to Kylo’s impending orgasm, the sweat clinging to his hairline, wasn’t she?
The image of her – this nameless, faceless woman – fucking herself on her own fingers, her cunt clamping down has Kylo’s eyes rolling
“Fuck!”
It’s a growl; long, deep, and drawn out from them depths of his chest, making his rib cage crackle the way his saber did
A moan, high and breathy from the stranger, one ghost-hand working over his cock, the other giving his hair a strong tug, and he finally lets go
Kylo cums harder than he ever has by his own hand, reaching across his chest and even touching his chin, his breath coming in short gasps, tension in his body snapping
And when he blinks away the haze, he’s no longer alone
There you lay next to him, for the moment so blissfully aware of his gaze drinking in every little dip and curve of you
He pushes himself onto one elbow, body sluggish in the one movement
Your eyes open, wide and fearful, mouth opening with a squeak,
“Supreme Leader, I–“
Now its your turn for your words to fail, Kylo’s lips pressing to your neck and sucking a mark onto you pretty skin, knowing it would darken by the morning, and you would be unable to hide it
He peels away, dark eyes locking onto yours
“I will be seeing you again,” he says, voice graveled and certain, “and I will be fucking you until you can’t walk.”
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#lumberjack / outdoorsman who you hire (sight unseen) to fix up your decrepit house#inherited it from ur grandparents but they’ve passed away#he clears away all the debris and shoots you little smiles when you try and talk to him#quiet but reassuring#eventually fucks you in your kitchen during a thunderstorm
flip zimmerman turns out to be pretty good with his hands.
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Harry is Y/N’s much older personal trainer.
Summary: Y/N meets Harry — a trainer at her gym — and both parties develop feelings for one another. However, Harry is twice Y/N’s age.
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gonna play this on loop for the rest of my fuckin life
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soft dom harry calling y/n “puppy” because she gets excited easily, whines a bit, and pouts her lip, giving puppy eyes
SCHWORDDD i added some stuff, hope that’s ok
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It’ll just slip one time when they’re laying in bed after 11am because it’s a lazy Sunday and she glances over at him with the most innocent, largest puppy eyes, asking him to please make her a cuppa. He shakes his head incredulously at her and laugh, “You think those eyes will work on me, puppy?”
They do. They do work, and soon enough Harry finds himself bare chested and barefoot, dunking a tea bag in her warm water, carrying the drink upstairs with a teaspoon of honey in his other hand.
But that’s Harry.
When it’s daddy calling her puppy, it’s a little more intimate, whether it be if she’s acting particularly out, bouncing her leg under the table at a dinner with a friend with Harry by her side or her erratic movements caused by this specific person whom she hasn’t conversed with in a while. Harry’ll loop his ankle around her calf and nudge her slightly to get her to settle down, mouth at her ear growling, “Settle down, puppy.”
Then later at night when she pouts up at him when he refuses to touch her, he shakes his head, eyes darkening as he pushes her jutted lip back in with a cold comment, “Keep that pout off your face, puppy, or I’ll make sure of it.”
Sometimes when she’s denied of an orgasm one too many times because of her behavior (even though she’d been given several warnings throughout the night she’d spend pushing Harry’s buttons without a care in the world) she’ll flash her puppy eyes at him because she knows he can’t look at them and say no, but manages to anyways. He’ll tut and click his tongue with disappointment, removing his own shirt to use as a blindfold because he himself knows how weak he is for her. She needs to be taught a lesson, so how can he do that when she’s looking at him with the most vibrant set of beautiful eyes, pleading with him to give in already?
“How am I supposed to punish you if you’re giving me that look, puppy?” he’ll murmur, pressing his thumbs into the dips of her collarbones, “know how to get daddy to cave, don’t you? Naughty puppy.”
And finally, when his soft dominant side has taken over his persona, the meaning of puppy is endearing and fond, rubbing her back as she cuddles with him in the bath, mushing her cheek with his shoulder, and he’ll chuckle, “What is it, pup? Need more bubbles?”
He’ll let it fall out if his mouth naturally when she comes into his office, padding along the wood floor with a blanket around her torso to warm her, plopping herself right into his lap, nuzzling into his neck. She usually begs him to come back to bed, claiming he over works himself, but recently she’s learned her eyes do more than her words. “Good morning. Look at those pretty eyes, puppy. Got me so whipped don’t you?”
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Ok so u said to send Harry stuff and idk if ur still doing it but just imagine,,,, sucking on Harrys fingers. Harrys rings leaving indents on your ass after he spanks you. Harry calling you puppy and sweetheart and baby and kitten and little girl. Calling him daddy, sometimes even outside of sex because hes kinky like that and likes to baby his girl. Taking a bath with Harry. Harry being a soft dom but still fucking you like he hates you if you’re really bad. Calling Harry sir,,,, i could go on
P L E A S E i do not think you understand what the petname “puppy” does to me when its fucking coming from harry
i just
ive been fucked for this man for almost ten years please god i dont even know how to read anymore but im gonna try to write something
headcanons for dom!harry:
“daddy” sets him the fuck off
even in casual conversation between the two of you, thats your sweet petname for him
“can you pass me that blanket, daddy? im cold”
“yeah, baby, come to daddy”
he loves having you in his lap every chance he can
feeling his fucking rings on you when he grips your bare thigh or spanks your ass
“you been a naughty little thing all night you little brat… over my fuckin’ knee”
he spanks you so hard the imprint of his cartier ring is etched into your skin
he gets you on your knees in front of him, and you’re so wanton and desperate for him that the second he slides his thumb over your lips, your mouth drops open and you let his fingers glide over your tongue
“you need it real bad, huh, puppy?”
“yes, sir. please,”
he strokes his cock in front of your face, his massive hand gripping your jaw and keeping your mouth open for him
after youve sucked his cock enough he bends you over the bed, pinning you down and keeping you where he wants you while he fucks you so rough you feel it in your throat
“daddy! daddy, please, fuck”
he leans down to your ear, voice rough as all hell
“you take what daddy gives you, puppy… just a pretty little hole for me to fuck”
hes so rough when he fucks you but oh god oh my god the aftercare……
bubble baths and soft kisses and a little bit of wine and youre all wrapped up in him and his hair is tickling the back of your neck and hes whispering into your skin
“so lovely” and “beautiful girl”
he takes care of you so well
fucking god GOD god harry has me pussy whipped and i cannot be free
cleaning out my inbox– blurb night!
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tell me you own me (hs.)
word count: 4.2k
summary: mean daddy harry comes out to play
warnings: smut, bdsm, daddy kink, choking, degradation, spitting, humiliation, collars/leashes, cum play, just really fucking filthy
a/n: this is absolutely nasty and absolutely everything i want harry to do to me (now with fluffy aftercare! i know yall have been asking for fluff lmao) i really love this one so i hope you enjoy, ALSO thank you sfm for 5k followers!!!!! love all of you <3
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“What is it, lovie?” he murmured as you nuzzled your head into his chest. You’re not normally this quiet, and he feels the tension in your body as you cling to him.
“S’nothing,” you mumbled, fingers gripping the hem of his well-worn t-shirt.
He nosed at your forehead, beckoning you to tilt your head up to face him, and you do, just the slightest bit. His eyes locked on yours, open and willing as ever. You catch yourself in a daze sometimes, starting into them.
“Know it ain’t nothin’, baby.” His voice dropped a little lower, accent getting thicker as he spoke to you.
Something about his voice, the way it rumbled through his chest and the way you could feel it through your body made you blush. You were always very vocal about your desires, about what you wanted and needed from Harry, but something was stopping you tonight. A shyness you weren’t used to built a wall in your throat.
He trailed his fingers up and down your cheeks, the slight roughness of them catching on your soft skin. They continued their gentle pattern down to the column of your throat, not gripping, just barely grazing up and down. He could feel you swallow. When he drew his fingers back up, thumb and forefinger softly cradling your jaw, the tiniest whine escaped you.
His eyes stayed on yours, intent, as he brushed the pad of one finger over your parted lips. He felt your trembling breath when he slid the tip of it inside.
“Ah, is that it, baby?” He whispered, voice husky.
You nodded frantically, cheeks heating up with the intensity of his gaze. He slid the rest of his finger entirely into your waiting mouth, feeling a rush of heat go through him when you moaned brokenly, the tension bleeding from your shoulders.
He cradled your cheek in his hand as you sucked on his finger, and he knew immediately what that look in your eyes meant.
He leaned in close, nose almost touching yours. “You need daddy tonight, don’t you?”
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Holiday
Inspired by this ;)
Word count: 964
Staying with family over the holidays was always difficult for you and Harry. Typically, you were a very loving couple. Harry would find any moment to grab you for a kiss or lace his fingers between yours and when you were around family, you had vowed to keep your hands off of each other. Even when the two of you were alone, you kept the affection to a minimum so there was no temptation for anything else to happen. But there were some moments when you just couldn’t help yourself.
You’d just gotten home from dinner with your family and Harry had been particularly handsy the entire night. He wasn’t even doing it intentionally, but it drove you crazy. As soon as you and Harry returned to your bedroom, you were all over him.
“Fuck’s sake, babe, what’s gotten into you?” He breathed as you pressed kiss after kiss into his skin.
“It’s been too long, I need you,” You whimpered, gripping the collar of his shirt as you kissed him. He tugged at your wrists gently, pulling his lips from yours and you whimpered, chasing after his lips.
“Calm down, baby, I’m comin’,” he whispered, removing his hands from your wrists and wrapping his arms around your waist to spin you around so he could pull you into his lap as he sat on the bed. Your eyelids were heavy with desire as he pressed you against his crotch and latched his lips to yours once again. Another loud whimper slipped past your lips and Harry pulled back, kissing down your neck,
“Gotta stay quiet for me, don’t want anyone to hear us,”
You nodded, grinding your hips into him slowly, needing some sort of friction to suffice your desires. Harry wrapped one arm around your waist and rolled the two of you over on the bed, “Turn over, baby.” he gently commanded. You quickly tugged your dress off and turned over onto your stomach, looking back at him. He began to unbutton the few buttons on his shirt, exposing his tattooed chest and stomach. You wiggled your ass at him with a small giggle, attempting to rile him up more. He bit his lip, quickly holding your hips down against the bed and growling into your ear.
“I suggest you stop being a tease, baby. It’s been too long since Daddy’s had you and it’d be a shame if I had to punish you.”
You squeezed your thighs together, whining softly as you gripped the duvet. His fingers curled into the waistband of your thong, tugging it down your thighs in one swift motion before undoing his belt with ease. Once his pants were discarded and his hardened cock was on display, he gently lifted your hips and instructed you to move further up the bed. He followed behind you, kneeling on the bed and tugging your hips up to his as your face remained flush against the duvet. You watched as he took his length into his hand, stroking slowly as he pressed the head against where you were dripping for him.
“You ready for me?” he whispered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He slowly pushed himself into you, causing your eyes to squeeze shut as your teeth dug into your lower lip. Finally, he was buried to the hilt inside of you with a grunt, his hips flush with the backs of your thighs. He gave you a moment, watching your rapid breaths settle a little before he began to move. He pulled his hips back and thrust them forward with more force than before, causing you to clutch at the bed tighter than before. He built up a steady rhythm, quiet grunts slipping from his own lips as he thrusted. You buried your face into the cloth, biting down to silence your moans.
“Fuck- feels so good,” He murmured, thrusting harder and deeper. You whimpered in agreement, feeling his fingers dig into the skin on your waist bruisingly. With every harsh thrust he made, a small squeak left your lips, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
After a few more thrusts, Harry pulled out and nudged you to turn over onto your back. Your chest heaved as you turned, watching him with heavy eyelids. He tugged you towards him by wrapping his arms around your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours as he guided himself back inside you. The two of you moaned in unison as he picked up the pace from before. The new angle made your thighs quiver, your legs tightening around his waist as he thrusted. You let out a particularly loud moan and Harry was quick to cover your mouth with his hand.
“Shh… I know, baby. Takin’ me so well,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours.
Soon, the knot in the pit of your stomach began to unravel and Harry felt you tightening around him, sliding his hand between the two of you and rubbing your clit harshly. You arched your back, your chest pressing against him as you came, your thighs shaking around him. He watched as you threw your head back in ecstasy, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven with his own impending orgasm. He hid his face in your neck as his hips stilled against yours and he came inside of you. You lazily pushed your fingers through his hair as he grunted, coaxing him through his release.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, pressing kisses along your neck and collarbone. You giggled, tracing your fingers along his face gently. He took wrist into his hand and lovingly pressed small kisses around your palm and fingertips.
“God, I hope no one heard us,” you chuckled up at him. He laughed,
“Yeah, me too.”
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Y/N is Harry’s secretary.
Summary: Harry is a twenty-five year old Co-CEO, and Y/N is his nineteen year old secretary at his multimillionaire company. They try to keep their work relationship professional, but neither of them can help it when they’re the only ones left in the office at closing time.
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Warnings: Daddy kink towards the end, rough office sex, just good ol’ smut in general.
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if you're having a bad day or feeling down, listen to harry saying 'everything's gonna be fine' with ocean sounds in the background. everything will be fine.
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Harry and Y/N have sex at their best friends’ wedding (flatmate blurb)
This scene was cut from the actual chapter because I didn’t think it fit. But here ya go! 🥰
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“If Layla found us—”
“Babe, can you…can you not mention Layla while I’m inside of you?” Harry muttered between gritted teeth as he held her hips and reached up from behind to grab a handful of her breast. Her body shook with quiet laughter and the vibration caused them both to moan. He shushed her immediately, stroking her bottom lip with his thumb before putting it into her mouth.
Her hormones had been driving her insane these days. It seemed like she couldn’t get enough of him and would just tear off his clothes and jump his bones at any moment. Right now, he wasn’t sure if she was still aware that they were at their best friends’ wedding. The way she whimpered with his thumb in her mouth made him want to just fuck her raw and fill her with his cum, but he didn’t want to hurt their baby for their own pleasure.
He was being as slow and careful as he could, and it was just as frustrating to her as it was to him. They had so little time yet both were desperate for release.
Y/N arched her back, reaching her arms behind to tug at his hair and they both gasped when his cock nudged against her special spot.
“Feel so full,” she moaned, her eyes glassy as he hit that spot again. “More. I need more.”
He chewed on his lip, pressing his nose into her hair and her scent turned him on even more. It was also torturing for him to maintain this pace but he had to be the responsible one. “I don’t want to hurt…shit…don’t want to hurt Ria…”
“Goddamn it!”
When Y/N pulled his hair harder, he knew she wasn’t aware of it. She turned her face to look into his eyes as her face screwed up, “either you fuck me harder or—or I’ll pin you down a-and ride you myself.”
“Oh fuck,” Harry gasped, nodding so fast his head might fall off as he stilled his hips to steady his breath.
Fingers dug into her skin tenderly, he cupped her jaw with his other hand and tilted her head to taste her sugary mouth. He began thrusting again, slowly picking up his pace before fucking into her so hard neither of them bothered to stay quiet anymore.
Harry knew for a fact that if the music stopped, the whole wedding could hear them loud and clear, but his wife didn’t seem concerned in the slightest as she gasped, “you feel so good, I—God, just like tha-at. Yes, baby, that’s it. Fuck me.”
Her words made him fuck into her harder. He squeezed her breast with one hand and the other was palm flat against the wall. When her head fell back on his shoulder and her eyes squeezed shut, he knew she was close. He whispered dirty words into her ear, knowing how fast they would get her off, and in a second she was chanting his name.
She came first and he spilled into her right after, shaking until he was empty and his hips began to slow down. The small room was now completely silent except for their heavy breathing. His dick softened and slipped out of her as their arousal dampened her thighs.
"Fuck,” he breathed out a low laugh, looking down between them. “We made quite a mess.”
“Thank god we took our clothes off. I don’t want your cum on my dress.“ She smiled, turning around to rest her back against the wall and letting him rest his head on her shoulder. He had his eyes closed while she was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You’re a good husband,” she said.
"Because I fucked you at our best friends’ wedding?”
His response made her giggle. She swatted his chest, shaking her head. “Because of everything. I just love you so much.”
"I love you so much more.” With another kiss on her lips, he pulled away, placing one hand on her baby bump. “Hey, she just kicked!”
“Yeah, she can feel you.”
Harry froze instantly. “Oh my God, what if—”
“For the love of God, don’t say it.”
"What if she could feel everything?!”
“Okay, you know what?” She breathed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re coming to see my doctor tomorrow.”
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I feel feral I never thought my life would come to this I feel so happy and free I just want to put both my hands on his face and feel his beard I think I’m in love but also electric like I’m sprinting across the universe while wearing mismatching socks like how do u like ur eggs in the morning also I’m going to hide all the razors and when u ask me if I misplaced urs I’m gonna lie but I’ll help u trim ur b e a r d I could cry ur so beautiful sir I want to marry ur be a r d I want to make love to it thank u
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not to be soft but maybe u and Harry r coming home from ur parent’s house and it’s early in the morning so ur baby boy is asleep in his car seat and when u guys get home Harry picks him up and u guys just kind of stand in the mudroom for ten minutes admiring ur cute little baby who is fast asleep on Harry’s shoulder and u guys r just like “wow we did a good job, we have the cutest baby ever” and it’s just so domestic, u and ur little family 🥺🥺🥺🥺
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE THE CUTEST LIL FAM EVER IM CRYING
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pretty sel🥺🥺 if u would write a lil blurb about feeling his scruff,,, even if it’s just a paragraph,,, I will greatly appreciate it 🥺🥺 ILY
“You hate it, don’t you?”
“No!”
Harry and Y/N have been going back and forth like this for the past five minutes. Harry is sure Y/N doesn’t like his mustache and slight beard, due to certain reasons.
“You haven’t been kissing me that much lately! S’like you’re not attracted to me anymore.” Y/N puts her face in her hands, laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“You!” She exclaims. “How could I ever find you unattractive?”
“Well, you used to give me random kisses, like all the time, and now-“
“It tickles!” Harry raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Your facial hair — it tickles me when we kiss.”
“Oh,” Harry looks down at the countertop, tracing the patterns of the granite.
“Yeah… oh.” She deepens her voice for emphasis, trying to sound like Harry. “You’re silly,” she wraps her arms around his neck, “thinking I don’t find you attractive anymore.”
“Well, what was I supposed to think…” His voice is gentle and low, still not looking at her. “You used to kiss me all the time and give me face kisses and… I don’t know… I miss it.”
“Aw,” Y/N coos. “Come here… come here,” she demands, making him look at her. “I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you kissies lately.” Her fingers trace over his beard, causing his eyelids to flutter closed at the contact. “You want some right now?”
Harry doesn’t answer with words; instead, he dips his head down and presses his lips firmly to hers, picking up a rhythm fairly quickly since they’re so familiar with each other. But, sooner than not, Y/N is giggling into Harry’s mouth, making him pull back.
“Whaaat?” He whines.
“I told you it tickles!” She rests her forehead against his cheek while she attempts to control her laugher.
“Fine, fine, we don’t have to kiss.” He pats her back as a signal for her to move away from him, but she doesn’t budge.
“Nooo, I’m sorry,” she lifts her gaze back to his. “I want more kissies.” Harry narrows his eyes at her. “Please?”
Harry once again leans in for a kiss, although, yet again, he’s greeted with a fit of chuckles against his lips. He becomes slightly agitated, wrapping his arms around her back and squeezing.
“You wouldn’t be laughing if you were feeling my hair someplace else.”
Y/N feels dizzy under Harry’s scrutiny, their foreheads only mere centimeters apart, and his innuendo certainly isn’t helping her feel any less disoriented.
“Where?” She bites her lip, toying with him. She knows exactly what place he’s referring to. He’s gifted her with oral pleasure numerous times when he has a bit of scruff coming in.
“I think you know where.” He hikes her up in his arms and sits her down on the kitchen island, enjoying how her pupils dilate the more aroused she becomes. The pads of his fingers trace down her torso, watching her gasp and hold in her breath as he makes his way down, torturously slow. He cups her between her thighs, her mouth falling open to let a whimper escape. “Here, baby?” He teases her further, feeling his cock fill with blood in his pants when she grips his wrist and presses his hand to her again. “Ya want my head between your legs?” He waits for her nod. “Ya want me to rub your pretty thighs red?” He asks her while scraping his scruffy facial hair against the skin beneath her ear. She shivers and nods again, pushing herself against his hand that’s still petting over her clothed center. “Not laughing anymore, are ya?”
Y/N huffs, squeezing her legs around Harry’s waist. “Just lick me already.”
Harry gives her a chaste kiss before seating himself in a bar stool at the island. He’s grateful Y/N’s been experimenting with dresses and skirts, so this heated moment isn’t prolonged by having to unbutton her jeans and wiggle them down her legs. No — she’s adorned in a little, plaid skirt (that she thinks pairs really nicely with her white sweater) that comes to mid-thigh, so it’s quite easy for Harry to just slip the material up and up and up until it’s bunched at her hips.
“Lay down, baby.” She does as told, resting her back on the granite countertop. It’s cold, and a part of her wishes they were in their bed, but something about Harry wanting to devour her in the kitchen is so erotic, she stays put and waits for Harry’s skilled tongue to graze over her little flower.
He begins by placing kisses all along her inner thighs, watching her breath tremor. His facial hair does tickle her there as well, but it’s a more sensual tickle, one that causes her to gasp and whimper and grab onto Harry’s curls.
“Haven’t even started yet, and you’re already whining.”
He halts his teasing words — for now — and curls his fingers into her panties to pull them to the side. Harry sucks in a breath, something he always does when he sees Y/N’s pussy. He just thinks it’s the prettiest he’s ever seen, so he wastes no time in swiping his tongue across her entirety. Y/N instantly squeals, her fingers tugging tightly on Harry’s locks. He knows how much she loves his tongue, so he can’t help the smirk forming on his lips as he suckles at her clit.
“Harry,” she moans his name, thighs shaking already, but she’s only the teensiest bit embarrassed.
The encouraging words slipping from her mouth cause him to lick her faster, and eventually begin to nestle his chin between her folds when he gets really messy. It’s a feeling Y/N can’t quite describe, but she loves it to no end, and she thinks she may be reaching her finish sooner than she thought.
“Almost there, baby?” He knows her body, and once her thighs started to freeze up, trembling only every now and then, he knew she was only a few licks away from finishing all over his tongue.
“Yeah,” she gasps while yanking on his hair, trying her hardest not to knock her knees together around his head. “Almost… I’m almost…” The words get lost in the air between them, Y/N feeling over the moon once Harry brushes his chin against her clit, feeling the coarse hairs graze her swollen button, and she’s done. Her back arches, lifting herself off of the kitchen island. Harry’s hands migrate up to Y/N’s breasts, pinching her taut nipples poking through her white sweater. She mewls at the contact, squeezing her hands over his on her chest.
Harry lets her take as much time as she needs to relax from her orgasm, rubbing tiny circles with his thumbs on her hips as she attempts to control her breathing.
“God,” Y/N laughs, pushing her hair back from her forehead.
“Like that?” Harry smiles smugly, pulling her up to be seated before kissing her swiftly.
“Mhmm,” she mumbles against his lips, biting a bit at his lower one. “Your beard’s all wet.”
“Wonder how that happened,” he bites back, nipping at her jaw. She stifles a laugh, although not well as he peppers kisses across her face. “Okay, that’s it, I’m shaving it.”
“No!” She pleads, locking her legs around his waist to keep him from leaving. “I like it.”
“I know why you like it.” His words cause her to blush. “But I want to be able to kiss you without you laughing,” he pouts.
“Maybe just shave a little bit of it?” She presses her thumb and index together to demonstrate. “But not all of it.” Her fingers scratch at the stubbly hairs. “I want you to keep some of it for me.”
“You love it, don’t you?”
Y/N smiles, loving how his confidence from earlier changed so quickly over the last few minutes.
“Of course I do.”
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