#harry styles daddy kink
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needy girl
DATE: APRIL 27, 2023
summary: harry left you in subspace this morning, leaving you very needy. when you get the courage to walk into his home office and ask for a few things, harry makes sure to give them to you.
request: yesss
words: 4.4k
warnings: SMUT ([f- receiving deep-throating, fingering, finger-sucking], [m- receiving oral], cock-thumping, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, unprotected sex, mentions of aftercare), fluff, and language? porn with little to no plot people
note: i LOVE dd/lg, so i’m so glad i got this request. i love daddy!harry, so don’t be afraid to request this more! also, sooo sorry i’ve been so busy!! life just gets like that sometimes. NOT EDITED.
(not famous) dom!harry x sub!reader
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harry was in his office all day.
you wanted to stay out of his way, like he asked you to while he worked, but it was getting harder as the hours passed. he left the bed this morning at eight a.m. sharp, which is early for him since he was staying home today. a couple times a week, he would go into the office and stay there for most of the day, leaving you lonely in his enormous house. but today, he stayed home and did his busy work on his computer.
when he left the bed this morning, he dragged a certain heat with him that left you colder than ever. the night before was luxurious and lovely, but the morning after was the complete opposite. you knew somewhere deep inside of you he didn’t mean for it to be that way, but your desires were overruling.
you needed him.
the needy place in between your thighs ached for the man on your mind, the one who was completely distracted and too engrossed into his work to notice. no matter how much you wanted to, you refused to touch yourself. you knew that was one of his biggest rules, and you only wanted to be a good girl for harry, so you didn’t. as your imagination and wanting for harry consumed you, your sleep shorts became soaked with your arousal because you hadn’t been wearing any underwear since last night.
by the early evening, you were too impatient. you had been a good girl all day, and you felt as though you deserved to talk to harry now. although at this point, he wasn’t harry; the only name on your mind was daddy daddy daddy.
you walked down the staircase in your sleep shorts and harry’s t-shirt with determination. however, when you reached his office door, nerves cascaded throughout your body, overthinking. but like all day, your wants and desires pushed you to pursue.
carefully, you pushed open the cracked door of his office, sneakily peeking inside. you gaze at harry: leaned back in his black leather chair, fingers pinching his bottom lip in deep thought as his eyebrows furrow at his computer screen.
you release a shuddered breath at the sight, thighs clenching unconsciously together to ease the pounding ache of your clit. harry’s head peers to the door at the noise, eyes instantly softening at the sight of his angel. with a wave of his hand, he beckons you to come in and you slowly pad across the wooden floors to get to him.
“waitin’ for you to come down here, darlin’,” he spoke with a soft smile. you blushed as you bit your lip. standing by his desk, your hands instinctively go towards your mouth to gnaw on your nails in anxiety. you wanted him—no needed him—so badly, it hurt. you needed his touch, but you specifically needed to be filled. in more ways than one. “don’t do that, love.”
you’ve always had a fascination with the mouth. when you were a baby, you sucked on your thumb. as you grew up, you began biting your nails because sucking your own thumb was too childish. harry knew that it was a nervous tick and he hated seeing you so anxious, so he always reminded you softly to stop. you appreciated it, even if you never broke the habit.
however, the habit turned into more. the more that your relationship grew with harry, the more you two explored. every time he touched your mouth, it sent a thrilling shock straight down to your clit. you loved the feeling of his cock stuffed down your throat while he fucked your face. you loved when he forced you to taste yourself on his fingers after he just made you come. just the thought of him in your mouth made your thoughts spiral and your desires grow even stronger within you.
“sorry, daddy,” you mumbled, hesitatingly ripping your nails from your mouth. your teeth pulled at the skin of your inner lip. raising an eyebrow, he licks his lips knowingly.
“daddy, huh?” he pushes out his chair, facing his body towards you. you slowly make your way over to him until he’s yanking you into his lap.
usually, he wore a full suit, even when he was home, but today, he was just wearing a white button up with some black slacks. he was delectable as ever, making it harder for you to stay so complacent when the heat radiating off of him was unbelievably close to you.
“what d’you need, babylove?” straddling his lap, harry caressed your head, smoothing gently over your hair. you melted into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment. “look at me.”
you didn’t hesitate to listen, eyes shooting open to stare at his, which were spotted with black in a swirl of green. your heart thumped wildly.
“need you, daddy,” you practically purred when one of his hands drifted down to your waist to keep you steady.
“i see that, baby,” his eyes wander up and down your figure, sending goosebumps up your spine. “but what d’you need from me, darlin’?”
“need to be full,” you whine as his hand cups your cheek, his thumb dangerously close to your mouth. you nearly drool from how close he is.
“ah,” he tsks.
“please, daddy. i’ve been such a good girl. waited all day for you,” pleading, you instinctively ride up on his lap to get closer to him, causing him to inhale sharply. “left me alone this morning.”
harry frowns slightly, recalling back to this morning when he left you for a meeting. no matter how much of his life was work, it didn’t stand a chance to you. yeah, work was his life, but you were his everything. you being in his bed this morning was the reason he was able to get out of it and get through the day. and the fact that he left you, especially when you were so vulnerable and he didn’t know, makes him feel awful.
“that’s right, isn’t it? you waited all day, so you didn’t disturb me. daddy’s been a bit of a twat, hasn’t he?” you can’t help the little giggle that escapes you, which causes a small smile to appear on harry’s face that he saves for you and only you.
his thumb trails down to your bottom lip, flipping it back and seeing the teeth marks along the inside. he rubs over the scars before tucking his thumb pass your teeth. you look at harry for permission before doing anything.
“go ahead, doll. suck,” your lips don’t hesitate to close around it, eyes fluttering closed as you suck. your tongue laps and licks around, and you even bob your head a bit in satisfaction. harry sighs from the receiving end, struggling to breathe with you sucking the life out of his thumb.
“what else d’you want, angel? know you didn’t come all the way down here for jus’ that.”
like you said, you truly just wanted to be filled. no matter how he was filling you; with his cock or his fingers, you just needed something of his to keep you…full. you feel so empty.
your teeth scrape across his knuckle as the tip of his finger hits your throat. you whimper, loving the feeling. he always knows when and how to move so you can feel the most pleasure as possible. your tummy tingles at the rough texture rubbing against your tongue.
but he pulls away all too fast.
before you can whine, he speaks, “answer me. you know i don’t like to repeat myself, baby.”
“i w-want you inside of me,” you stutter. you’ve always had trouble asking for what you want, but with harry, you’re getting better. with harry, you were a better person—the best version of yourself.
“want what? my fingers? my tongue? my cock?” another whine elicits from your throat at his explicitness. you clench your slick thighs that he can definitely feel through his slacks. “ah, so you want m’cock?”
“y-yes, daddy,” you’ll never not want his cock.
he smirks. “since you’re such a good girl, i think i’ll jus’ have to give it to you.”
gently, he pushes you to the edge of his lap and zips down his slacks. you watch him with stars in your eyes, biting your lip in anticipation. his boxers appear in view and your hands shoot to them. without asking, you pull them down and watch harry’s hard-on spring out. he sighs when your chilled thumb rubs along his drippy tip.
“where do you want me, darlin’?” his voice is raspy with lust, eyes pitch black. the depth of his tone never ceases to turn you on. you notice his fists clenching on the armrests of his chair, knuckles white.
your mouth aches for something, feeling nothing but empty since his finger left. “mouth, daddy.”
when he nods once, you slip down his lap and onto the wooden floor. your knees are going to hate you later tonight, but right now you don’t care. one of his thick hands laces within your hair and guides your head down to his cock.
“breathe,” he instructs as your mouth consumes his tip.
your tongue swirls along his veins, exploring every inch that you’ve memorized at this point. every vein and ridge is etched in your memory so well that you can see it with your eyes closed. you feel yourself grow impossibly damper as you lower yourself more.
his tip nudges the back of your throat and he groans deeply above you. your stomach flutters, knowing that you’re satisfying him. when he’s pleasured, you’re pleasured, and vice versa.
harry’s grip on your hair tightens, spurring your muscle movements to quicken. you try to bob your head, but his hold restricts you. he holds you still, completely at his mercy. his hips buck ever so slightly into your mouth to tease himself.
every time you say you want him in your mouth, harry’s dick springs upward and is instantly hard as a rock. the feeling of your tongue licking and tracing along his shaft makes him fucking crazy. and then, when he thinks he might have his body under control, he’ll peek down at you; on your knees with tear-stained cheeks and a face full of his cock. the sight alone is what makes him come undone. even if he’s the dominant one, you’re secretly the one with all the control. but he’ll never say that.
his low groans alert you that he’s getting close. and you want nothing more than his cum on your tongue.
your hands lift from his thighs and trail up the ridges of his abdomen under his shirt. you trace every pec, imagining the tattoos lining his skin beautifully. god, just the image of the etched art could send you into oblivion.
“fuck, angel. doing so good for daddy. gonna make me come down your throat. d’want that? hmm?” harry husks, head hitting the leather chair in ecstasy. you moan in response, causing vibrations to shoot through harry’s body. he grunts while his cock shakes in your mouth.
“please come for me, daddy,” you pop off of him to say gravely, teasing him a bit. you kiss his tip. “need it so bad.”
rolling his eyes irritatingly, he forces your head back onto his cock desperately. you whimper at his dominance, clit throbbing at his roughness. the tears that brimmed your eyes now slowly cascade down your cheeks in pleasure and fullness. your tongue rubs alongside his shaft as his slit tickles your throat again.
harry’s hips begin to thrust toward your mouth, using you for his pleasure. your nails clawed at his abdomen, silently urging him to come. finally, his orgasm spurts down your throat, leaving white remnants on your chin. he gives you a knowing look, so you widen your mouth, showing him all of his juices before swallowing every drop like a good girl.
he smiles smugly while you stare up at him with glossy eyes, proud of yourself. he tucks himself back into his pants while you watch in a daze.
“such a good angel, making her daddy come because she wants to. how’d i get so lucky?” he caresses your puffy cheek, pushing into his touch. you smile as you wobbly try to stand up, knees aching.
every time he touches you, you feel safe, comforted. god, you wanted to spend every waking (and sleeping) second in his arms.
“think daddy’s done with work for today. how ‘bout i carry you upstairs and take care of ya?” you simply nod as harry sweeps you away, bridal style. you giggle as your feet swing and harry’s grip on your waist gets stronger. you feel his fingers digging into your sides, and you can’t help but wish they were inside of you.
“can i have your fingers, daddy? please, i need something…anything…” harry pushes open the bedroom door and tosses you onto the mattress. giggles echo around the room as you rest on your elbows impatiently.
“‘course you can, baby. after you strip f’me.”
obeying him, you discard his t-shirt and throw it somewhere along the floor. your silk shorts slide down your legs, slick with your arousal. harry stares at your naked body like it’s a work of art. because it is. every curve and every inch of you is alluring and perfect. he could gaze at you all day in pure euphoria.
he swears you get more irresistible every damn day.
“daddy…” blushing, you hide your face with your hands. harry immediately comes over to you, hovering and removes your delicate hands.
“don’t hide yourself from me. c’mon now,” you nibble on your bottom lip, still feeling empty. noticing this, harry untucks your lip and sticks two fingers inside. “always need somethin’ in your mouth, huh?”
“mhm,” you moan around his digits, rolling your tongue against them. you feel your shyness and insecurity release from you, feeling immense comfort from his touch.
his free hand trails down and caresses your bare breast. his rough fingertips tweak your nipples until they’re peaked like mountains and you’re craving for more. every touch is teasing, but it’s always teasing when it comes to harry. he loves inching you to the finish line with constant edging and too delicate touching, but by the end, you love it too. every orgasm with harry just gets better and better. you both learn something new every day.
trailing his hand farther, he widens your legs before leaning down a bit to get situated. his fingers go straight to your clit, rubbing small circles over the bud. you try to remain focused on his fingers, but you moan needily around his thick digits, nearly biting into his skin. the sound of your arousal can be heard with each motion of his hand.
harry thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, making you work. your legs spread wider in desire while your hips roll against the mattress, begging for anything. your mind was swirling with yearn and lust. you were so down under that you couldn’t take the teasing anymore. no matter how much you like it.
your hand curls around harry’s wrist and you slowly pull him out of your mouth. out of concern, harry stops all of his movements immediately.
“what’s wrong, baby?”
“just need you…no more teasing, daddy. please,” your eyes were getting glossy from how much your cunt ached for him, leaking with your arousal until it soaked the sheets beneath you. harry’s worried expression morphed into a nonchalant smirk that had his hand resuming its torture on your clit. harry knows that if you were seriously uncomfortable, you would have used your safe word. so if or when that happens, you’ll both know it’s for real. but for now, harry knows that you’re just being a needy, little girl.
“oh, but you know how much i love teasing, darlin’,” harry says condescendingly, the pace of his fingers speeding up. a sigh wavers out of you and transforms into a moan, melting completely at his movements. “i thought you liked teasing, no?”
harry pinches your bud, which causes you to shriek and jump. the second your body relaxes again, harry slides two of his digits easily into your soaked cunt. you inhale strongly, finally being filled in the spot that aches the most.
his fingers curl dangerously while shifting and twisting. his movements are so cruelly good, it should be illegal to make someone this high purely off of euphoria. when your eyes screw closed and your neck tenses above the pillow, you almost miss harry’s words being whispered right below your ear.
“see? you like m’teasing,” his breath fans over your skin before he kisses it softly. his fingers continue to curl inside of you, causing you to whimper underneath him as he subtly bites your neck.
you felt yourself clench around him, desperate for the release you’ve been craving all morning. after a certain stroke of your clit and a harsh love bite on your neck, your muscles tense. spasming, your legs shut over harry’s skillful hand. but of course, he’s not having that.
“nuh uh, baby. open, now,” he demanded huskily. with an awfully loud whine, you obey slowly, widening your legs before his torture on your cunt becomes ruthless.
harry pumps in and out of you faster, digits twisting deliciously. your needy cries and slushy arousal are the only noises in the room. harry breathes deeply against your chest, praising you to come, but you’re too dazed to hear him. his teeth graze your painfully erect nipple, which causes your body to shake overbearingly.
“daddy, please!” you cried, and he grunted against your chest in response.
your core clenches so tightly, you thought you might explode. and in a way, you did. your orgasm floods over you incredibly hard, making your vision a bit spotty. you screw your eyes, letting your body tense and then eventually relax. while you were breathing heavy, harry lowered himself and licked you clean, causing you to squirm from overstimulation.
“did so good f’me, love,” harry praised, kissing you gently on the lips. you could taste yourself on him, which made your insides tingle all over again. “how are you? still feelin’ floaty?”
you nod. “still want you inside of me, daddy.”
“i did say i would take care of ya, didn’t i?” you hummed in response. “well, let daddy get undressed first.”
so, like earlier, you watched him get undressed like it was the most fascinating show in the world. each button he plucked undone made you squirm a little more, and as he noticed this, he took his sweet time. it was torture. sweet, loving torture. but you still wanted him to hurry up, so he can bury himself inside of you forever.
after watching him seduce you for what felt like hours, he’s hovering over your impatient body. your pussy got soaked and sore just looking at him, but are you surprised? not one bit. he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever set your eyes on, and the fact that he’s yours drives you a little more crazy every day.
speaking of attractive, his voice is breathy and rough right below your ear. as his body slots in between yours, you feel his cock rub up against your tensed thigh. you withhold a whimper, but you’re desperate for him. the painful throbbing of your clit gets more threatening every minute he’s not inside of you. your whole body shivers at what’s to come.
“tell me how bad ya want it,” he rasps, rough fingers kneading your sore nipples. you release the whimper, head filling up with overwhelming lust.
“daddy, please! i want you…need your cock inside of me, please,” you moaned as his length rubbed over your soaking folds. he massages himself back and forth, really torturing you now. your eyes roll back in impatience and neediness.
harry lifts his cock barely over your clit and thumps it down. you gasp as a shock shoots through your body. he repeats the action a few more times, loving the reaction he seems to pull from you.
“so responsive. you’re a needy, little girl tonight. guess you do need it bad,” harry condescends before thumping his tip over your clit again. your legs spasm from the stimulation, wetness constantly leaking from your neglected hole. “just makin’ sure you’re ready for me.”
“i’m more than ready, daddy,” you bite your lip, chewing on it in anticipation. he doesn’t hesitate to pull your lip away from your teeth and stuff his fingers inside to replace them. you hum joyfully as you such on his digits for the third time just tonight, cunt clutching from the feeling.
with your reassuring words, harry finally urges his tip through your hole and tucks his length inside of you. both of your groans intertwine before harry begins to move, causing your groans to transform into broken gasps.
for a few moments, his pace was slow and you thought it was going to be that type of night. the type of night where harry is slow, sensual, and loving because you were so deep in your headspace. but that wasn’t what you wanted right now. what you wanted was for harry to sink as far as he could inside of you until he reached places no man ever could, but him. although the torture was, well, torturous, it’s what you wanted. and harry knew that.
“harder, daddy. need more!” you cried at his lacking pace, when you knew he was just holding himself back.
he was well aware of the fact that you were in subspace, so he knew you were sensitive and vulnerable. he didn’t want to take advantage of you but take care of you. however, he also trusted that if you wanted it harder, you wanted it harder. if you wanted more, you wanted more. sometimes, it was hard for you to express how you feel and what you wanted, like you said, but being in subspace kind of helped with that.
your pleading words spurred harry’s movements to quicken. his thick cock stretches your walls out as if he’s never been inside before. your heavy arousal makes it easy for him to slide back and forth, increasing his pace even faster. harry ruts his hips and you scream out his title around his digits, begging him to let you come.
your teeth nearly bite off his fingers, but you have enough restraint (somehow) to not. your head feels like it’s flying off of your body and you’re seeing yourself from above. it was beyond euphoric; harry rocking barbarically into you while praising dirty things underneath your cries.
“i need to hear you scream f’me,” harry grunts before ripping his fingers from your mouth. you whine at the loss, but it’s quickly covered by a moan when his saliva-coated hand circles your clit.
harry’s having a hard time keeping it together. he almost came the second he entered you, so watching you practically wither underneath him and scream daddy until the entire neighborhood could hear was about to send him into shock. but at the same time, that’s exactly what he wanted; he wanted everyone to know that you were his and only his.
“who do you belong to? hmm?” harry asked, voice soaking in lust. as his thrusts become harder, your hips buck towards him, causing his cock to sink even deeper inside of you. groaning loudly, you both melt in the proximity of each other.
“you, daddy! only you, always you!” you respond with your head thrown back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut. your cunt squeezes his length, never wanting to let go of him. never wanting him to leave.
“that’s right, angel. i want the whole neighborhood to know,” his pink lips kiss your chest, cherishing it. his voice was hitting the lowest octaves, ones you didn’t even know existed. similarly, his cock was so deep within you, you didn’t know it could go that far.
your mind was beyond hazy, blurring what was real and what was in your head. he continues to kiss your chest, abuse your clit, and ram his length into your pussy. again, you didn’t know such things were possible. how can one man do so much at once? it was a mystery that you didn’t have too much time to dwell on because before you knew it, you were coming.
the blissful high always hits you unexpectedly. one second, you’re higher than the clouds and screaming until your voice is gone, and then the next, your body is as tight as an angered fist and you’re coming. your second orgasm spills out of you impatiently, just like you had been all night long. white liquid surrounds his cock and overflows out of your cunt, seeping your folds. watching and waiting for you to come undone was the only thing harry needed to join you. he shoots his load into your velvety cunt, painting your walls white. the feeling of harry coming inside of you was indescribably comforting. it made you feel full, and that’s all you’ve been wanting the whole night.
after tucking his seed inside to make sure none leaks out, he does his pre-aftercare ritual. harry kisses practically every inch of your body until you’re a mushy mess in the bed. while he does this, you feel yourself shift from one mental state to another. you may have been vulnerable all day, but now, you finally feel like yourself again. he waits until you’re squirming in overstimulation and pulling him by his hair to stop before finally kissing your lips.
your erratic heart softens at the kiss, lips molding passionately together. you wish you would stay forever in his bed, in his arms. but things needed to be done.
“how are you, love?” harry rests himself on his elbows, brushing some wild hair out of your face. with a dopey smile, you yawn before any words get out. “tired?”
“i’m good. thank you, harry,” you crane your neck upwards to peck his lips again. his wide smile is contagious, causing you to reflect it back at him.
“now, i know you’re tired, baby, but you gotta get in the bath.”
“ugh,” you dramatically groan. “but it’s so far away.”
“good thing i can carry you,” he winks, “just maybe not that attitude.”
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“Like being used, don’t you? Tell me you like it. Say, ‘daddy, I’m just a hole for you to use.’” BLURB WITH THIS.
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Her eyes burned with tears that fell down her face. It wasn’t from anger or sadness, no- it was from pleasure. Feeling herself get filled to the brim and fucked the way she needed to with the man’s grip tight in her hair, keeping her face up as her body jolted underneath him.
“Like being used, don’t you?” Harry’s dark voice made her shiver. Mostly because it was true. Y/N knew some people would rather drop dead than let someone use them, but with Harry? It felt too fucking good. She wouldn’t stop it. She wouldn’t dare. His filthy mouth paired with the best dick she had ever had filling her up? It was a perfect thing.
“I do.” She grinned despite the tears falling from her eyes. Her body was shaking, another orgasm threatening to take over. Her whole body was wrecked, 2 orgasms in and she was over sensitive and over stimulated but she couldn’t help but want more. As long as Harry was willing to give it, she wanted to take every inch of it. The pain and pleasure mixed with each movement had her toes curling.
“Tell me then. That mouth is good for more than sucking me off, isn’t it?” If you heard him like this, you’d never believe the way he was so gentle and tender with her, worshipping the ground she walks on. But it was true. This deprived man was obsessed with her, gave her whatever she want. In the bedroom, though? She was his whore. “Tell Daddy you’re just a hole for him to use.”
Y/N swallowed, feeling him release her hair so she could fall back into her pillows. The thrusts were deep and hard and god, she loved every fucking second. “I love your cock, Daddy. Jus’ a hole for you to use n’fuck and leave your cum. Promise. M’your hole, I’ll do anything- just don’t stop.” The close proximity to her orgasm fueled the degrading words, his hand swatting her ass and making her shudder underneath him as he quickened his hips.
“That’s it. Know your place, my sweet girl. Just lay there like the pretty toy you are and let Daddy make you cum.”
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KARMA
In which y/n tends to make a lot of spontaneous decisions when she’s drunk, and Harry’s a tattoo artist.
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On any average work day, Harry sees a lot of people come through his tattoo shop.
The majority of them are people who’ve gotten tattoos before – usually big burly men who come in to add a new tat to their sleeve, or teenage girls getting a secret butterfly on their side boob. There are the artsy people who come in for some detailed line work, and there are the silly drunk people who get a smiley face tattooed on their ass. Sometimes he’ll have someone come in for their first tattoo ever, shaking in their seat and tearing up before the tattoo gun even touches their skin.
Very rarely does he have someone come in for a piercing. But when they do, they’re usually older girls coming in for a helix or a belly button piercing.
Not five year old girls, wearing sparkly pink shoes and a sunflower printed dress.
“Hi!” Harry’s eyes flicker up to the lady standing behind the little kid. “Do you guys pierce ears here?”
“Erm… for her?” Harry says skeptically, pointing at the little girl. She can’t be older than five years old, standing with her thumb in her mouth and hiding behind the legs of the lady she’d come inside with. The lady seems young, probably the same age as him or a bit younger. He assumes the little girl must be her daughter.
“Yup!” the mom exclaims (or maybe a nanny, or aunt… Harry doesn’t really know. Or care.) “We wanna get her ears pierced for her birthday!” She looks down at the little girl with a glimmer in her eyes.
Harry contemplates saying no, he really does. He doesn’t like having kids in his shop— or anywhere near him if we’re being honest. They have snotty noses and sticky fingers and cry way too loud for him to be able to tolerate them. But this little girl seems relatively nice… she’s been quiet so far, and her nose is clean. Plus, the shop’s not busy today. Even if she did start crying, she wouldn’t scare any customers away. So he decides to be nice – just this one time.
“Sure,” he sighs. “I can do her.” He decides to do it himself instead of assigning the job to one of his employees. He’s been here the longest and has the steadiest hands, so he can get this over with the quickest.
He has the woman (y/n, he learns from the paperwork) sign a couple of papers, then has the two of them pick through the earring options that they have on display.
“Which one do you like the best, Lola?” Harry overhears her asking the little girl. Or– Lola, as he’s overheard.
Lola, still sucking her thumb, points to a pair of heart-shaped pink studs. “Tha’ one,” she says through her stuffed mouth.
“Oh, the hearts are so pretty!” y/n says giddily. “Good choice sweetheart.” She looks up at Harry. “Could we get those ones, please?”
He nods, and makes note of it in their paperwork.
“Follow me,” he says, leading them into the back room where he usually does the piercings. He motions towards a black, leather table that his clients usually sit or lay down on when getting their piercings done. The table is too tall for little Lola to climb onto all by herself, so y/n picks her up and plops her down on the seat. Her little sparkly shoes dangle from the edge, hanging two feet above the floor.
Harry washes his hands and takes out his sterilized materials from the cabinet in the room, as well as the pair of pink earrings that Lola has requested. A pair of black gloves fit onto his hands tightly. He then sits on a little rolly stool and rolls over to where she’s sitting on the bench.
“M’gonna disinfect your ears now,” he says to the little girl, tearing open a package of alcohol swabs. She just nods quietly, thumb in mouth. He can tell that Lola is nervous, her eyes wide and scared with her legs swinging nervously. She keeps looking over at y/n, who’s sitting on a chair right next to the table.
“Are you excited Lola?” she asks enthusiastically, trying to hype the little girl up.
It doesn’t work. Lola’s little eyes start to grow watery, her chin wobbling as she shakes her head no. “M’scared,” she whines, a frown taking over her face.
Harry rolls away as soon as he sees the tears. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Oh no, Lola!” she exclaims, squatting in the spot Harry had just been. She grabs Lola’s hands in hers and looks into the little girl’s tearful eyes. “Don’t be scared! We don’t have to pierce your ears if you don’t wanna baby.”
“But I do!” Lola whimpers.
“Well then what’s the problem bubs?” she asks soothingly.
Lola looks at Harry, then leans over to (not so successfully) whisper in y/n’s ear. “He’s scary,” she says, the pout on her face only deepening. Y/n looks over at Harry helplessly.
Ah, yes. He supposes his all black clothes, tattooed arms, and black painted nails weren’t doing much to comfort the little girl… maybe he is a little scary.
“Hey,” he says rolling back to the table, his voice somewhat softer than the deep, grumpy rumble it had been before. He’s gonna have to really up the niceness if he wants to get through the session smoothly. “Nothing to be scared of, little lady. It’ll just take a second and s’not even gonna hurt.” He gives a tight smile, the best he can muster up despite his apprehensiveness about talking to a kid on the verge of tears.
“Y’hear that, bubs?” she reassures the little girl with a big smile on her face. She plays with Lola’s hands encouragingly. “Come one, you’re a big girl. You can do it!”
Lola sniffles deeply and wipes her eyes with her tiny fists. “M’a big girl,” she affirms with a confident nod.
“Good girl!” y/n says, giving Lola a stellar high five. She gets up from where she’d been squatting and goes back to her seat, letting Harry roll back to where he’d previously been.
“I’m going to wipe your ears again, okay? We’ve gotta make sure they’re nice and clean.” Harry explains. He’s added a bit of an enthusiastic kick to his voice, really selling the “I’m not a big meanie!” vibe to Lola. She nods, a few leftover tears hanging onto her long eyelashes.
She winces when the cold wipe touches her earlobe, and Harry fears for his life. Was every little thing going to make this little girl cry? He decides to distract her. “How old are you, Lola?” He asks the first question that comes to mind.
She holds up five fingers. “Wow! Five years old!” he bursts. “You’re a big girl!”
That makes her smile and nod happily. Harry internally lets out a sigh of relief. He got a smile out of her, who would’ve thought!
He takes a sterile pen and marks two dots on Lola’s earlobe for where the piercing would go. “What do you think?” he says, turning to y/n. She nods and holds up an excited thumbs up.
“Okay, Lola,” Harry says nervously, pulling out the needle he’d be using to pierce her ear. He cleans it below the table so that the little girl doesn’t see it and start crying. “M’gonna need you to stay very still for this next part. Okay, sweetheart?” Lola agrees, but her composure falters when he brings the needle into view. “I know it’s a little scary, but I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me? Be a brave girl for me?”
She nods her head. “Brave,” she mumbles to herself. “Brave girl.”
He realizes that the clamps that he usually uses for piercing ears is too big for Lola’s small earlobes – but it’s okay. He’s done so many impromptu piercings that he has a shit ton of experience not using the proper equipment. Instead, he just holds the skin of her earlobe tightly and stretches it taut so that the needle would go in smoothly.
“Okay Lola, take a deep breath in,” he instructs gently, piercing the needle through her skin in one smooth motion, “...and out.” He quickly follows through with the heart shaped studs and secures it with the backing. “You did it! One ear done!”
She looks up at him confused. “That was it?” she asks, reaching her hand up to feel if the earring is actually there.
Harry catches her little hand and brings it down to her lap before it makes contact with her piercing. “Ah, ah-” he tuts, “we can’t touch it okay? You gotta let it heal or else it’ll start to hurt.” He notices the way her little fingers wrap around his hand as he holds them still in her lap. “Are you ready to do the other ear?” he asks patiently.
She nods a bit more enthusiastically this time, no longer scared.
“Atta girl!” he exclaims, piercing the other ear in the same manner. He sanitizes her ears one last time and makes sure that everything is secure before holding up a mirror for the little girl to see her reflection in. “What do you think?”
Lola’s eyes go round, glimmering happily. “Pretty,” she says, looking at y/n for confirmation.
“So pretty, Lola!” she exclaims, standing up and pinching the little girl’s cheek. “M’so proud of you, you’re such a big girl! Thank you…” she looks at Harry, trailing off at the fact that she doesn’t know his name.
“Harry,” he fills in for her. He rolls away from Lola and throws away the trash.
She smiles softly. “Thank you, Harry.”
+++
It’s a quiet night at the tattoo shop, which Harry is thankful for.
There’d been a few appointments earlier in the day, larger pieces that people had scheduled months in advance because they took a lot of consultations and took long chunks of time to tattoo – but there had barely been any walk-ins. It’s a Thursday night, so of course his business isn’t bustling the way it would be on a Saturday.
Harry decides to start cleaning up – if he’s lucky, nobody else would venture in before their closing time and he’d be able to get home a bit early. (His little cat is waiting for him at home!) He wipes down the tattoo chairs and puts away all the needles, sweeps the floors and turns off the lights in the staff room in silence, until suddenly, he hears the bell above the door ring and someone clumsily stumbles in. It’s y/n.
Harry looks at her. She looks at him.
“Hi…?” Harry says, his voice a little doubting, a little bit confused. Why was she back?
She stands in front of him nervously. “Um…” she’d stumbled into the tattoo shop with such confidence, but finds herself suddenly nervous and unable to speak under Harry’s intimidating gaze. “Hi.”
She won’t lie– she’s a little, teensy weensy bit drunk right now. She’d been at the bar across the street with a couple of her girlfriends, just hanging out and having fun, when she spilled to them about the hot tattoo artist who worked at the shop across the street.
She’s had plenty of fleeting crushes in her life, but none have been as quick and captivating as her crush on Harry. With his deep voice, green eyes, and tan skin, he’s cast some sort of spell on her. She’d been in his presence for what… a total of 45 minutes? And yet she can’t get him off her mind!
He was just… really hot! And he had that sexy, mysterious vibe to him…. With all those tattoos and the rings and the black eyeliner… gosh he was straight out of some bad boy romance novel! If it weren’t for the fact that she’d been with her five-year old goddaughter when she met him for the first time, she’s sure she would’ve started acting up. He was just so attractive!
In her tipsy state, with her cheeks warm and a fuzzy feeling in her chest, she couldn’t help but rant to her friends about it. She’d met the hottest guy ever, and she’d never have the chance to see him again! It was tragic!
Well… it doesn’t have to be that way, her friends told her. What was stopping her from heading over to the tattoo shop right now?
No, she thought to herself. Going over to the tattoo shop, drunk, with absolutely nothing to say except Hi, I think you’re hot? She could never do that…
The vodka lemonade in her system said otherwise, though. That, along with all her friends who hyped her, had somehow managed to convince her to venture across the street and visit her dreamy tattoo man!
So now she’s in his tattoo shop, with absolutely no idea of what to say or how to act.
“How can I help you?” he asks after a tense second of silence.
“Um…” she doesn’t really have a game plan, but she decides on the spot, “I want a piercing.”
“A piercing?” he clarifies. She nods. “Okay… where?”
She points to the shell of her ear. “You want a helix piercing?” he asks once more.
“Yeah,” she says confidently, accompanied by an eager nod of her head.
“Okay…” he mulls it over for a second. “Are you… y’know– like, in the right headspace to do this?” Something is telling him that she’s not completely sober, and he doesn’t want to do something that she’d regret.
“Yeah, yeah!” She brushes it off nonchalantly, “I only had like, one drink! And I’ve been meaning to get a piercing, especially after I came in here with Lola.”
The first half of that was a lie– she had like, three drinks. But, it is true that she’d been thinking about getting her helix pierced for a while. She’d always thought they were cool, and had thought to herself that she’d like to get it done. She just never had taken any initiative on that thought… until right now, at least.
“If you say so…” He’s still a bit doubtful, but he supposes his slight suspicion isn’t enough of a reason to refuse service to her.
He brings her the paperwork on a clipboard and gets all his required equipment out as she fills it out. “Which do you want?” he asks her, pointing to the wide variety of helix piercing options displayed.
“Um…what do you recommend?” She’s normally much more prepared and would have done a bunch of research on what kind of jewelry would heal best or what type of metal was safest… but again, this decision was kind of made on a whim.
“I always tell clients to start off with a stud, and then if you want you can switch it out for a hoop once the piercing has healed.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” A pretty, butterfly shaped stud catches her eye. “Can I do that one, please?”
He nods. Grabbing his equipment, he decides that y/n is gonna be the last customer of the night, so he flips the sign on the front of the door to read closed, and leads her into the backroom, the same room where he’d pierced Lola’s ears.
“Where’s your daughter?” he asks, turning on the lights. Y/n follows behind him, and sits on the bench that he guides her towards.
“Oh, she’s not mine!”
“She’s not?” Harry had assumed that was her daughter with how close they were and how easily y/n comforted the little girl.
“Lola’s my goddaughter!” she bubbles. “She’s at home with her parents right now. I just got to take her out this week for a little pre-birthday surprise.”
“That’s cute,” he hums. With a pair of black gloves on his hands, he rips open the sanitizing pad and stands in front of y/n. The cool alcohol wipe feels refreshing against her ear, a striking contrast to how flushed her face feels.
Harry’s eyes are dark and stern as he focuses on his job. His knuckles nudge her chin, angling her head in a way so he could clean the backs of her ears too. She’s looking up at him with wide eyes, captivated by his every movement. With how close he’s standing to her, she can feel his breaths against her cheek, see the sparks of gold embedded in his green irises. She can’t help herself from staring at his pretty pink lips, how they pout as he marks the spot he wants to pierce.
Now, usually it makes Harry really uncomfortable when people stare at him while he’s doing their tattoo or giving a piercing. He’d rather they just close their eyes, or stare at the staring, anywhere else but at him! But with her… he doesn’t fully mind it. She’s kind of cute, he has to admit.
He holds up a mirror for her. “Look good?”
She nods. She barely looks into the mirror and doesn’t overthink the placement of it at all. Somehow, she trusts Harry wholeheartedly.
He takes the needle out of its sterile packaging, and y/n eyes it nervously. “Do helix piercings… hurt a lot?” she asks with a timid voice. The sight of a needle coming towards her face has sobered her up quite a bit.
“Not necessarily.” He notices her nervous eyes, “They obviously hurt more than a lobe piercing, since it’s cartilage, but s’only like a pinch.”
She still looks frightened. “Can you, um– count?”
His eyes narrow slightly, and she feels like he’s judging her. But he agrees nonetheless. “Sure. Ready?” She nods her head as best as she can with her ear pinched between his fingers. “3…2…1.” She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a sharp breath as the needle pierces through her cartilage.
She exhales with a shaky breath. “Ow,” her eyes open, stinging with tears.
He looks at her with a furrow in his brow. If she knew him better, she’d know that he’s concerned. But since they’re practically strangers, it just looks like he’s annoyed with her. “Did it hurt?” he asks.
“Little bit,” she mumbles. “I think it’s just the thought of a needle that’s making me a wuss. I’m not good with needles.” She sniffles a bit, but her tears aren’t heavy enough to fall from her lashes.
“Well that was the hard part,” he says, somewhat reassuringly. He follows through with the butterfly shaped stud, and secures it in the back.
He holds the mirror up for her once more, and she gazes at her own reflection in awe. “It’s so pretty,” she whispers. The butterfly glimmers prettily on her ear, the jewels that make up the wings shining under the white lighting. He sanitizes the piercing once more, then takes a step back.
“Make sure you avoid touching the piercing, ‘cos that’ll irritate it and also potentially infect it. Little bit of swelling and redness is fine for the first few days, but if it persists or gets infected then go to the doctors.” He takes his gloves off and throws his trash into the bin, then grabs a bottle of an aftercare solution, “Y’have to wash it 2-3 times a day for the next 3 weeks, then once a day after that. Don’t go swimming or submerge it under water, don’t pick at it or play with the piercing, avoid sleeping on it. And if you think anything is wrong then feel free to come back and we’ll check it out for you, yeah?”
She nods her head diligently. “How long does it take to fully heal?”
“Helix piercings take anywhere from six months to two years to fully heal. The better you take care of it, the better it’ll heal.”
Her eyes widen, “I didn’t know piercings took so much work.”
He eyes her curiously. “What made you decide to get pierced today if you didn’t know anything about it?”
“Oh, I was just… like in a fun mood,” she explains, avoiding the fact that the only reason she’d come in here was because she wanted to see him, the hot tattoo artist she’d been fantasizing about for the past week. “Me and my friends perform at the bar across the street every Thursday night, and we got some drinks afterwards and I just… decided to do it.” She smiles nervously.
“You perform?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah!” she bubbles excitedly. “I mean, I just play the keys, but my friend is a really good singer and it’s a lot of fun. S’right across the street, you should check it out one day!”
He hums. “Maybe one day.”
+++
Y/n didn’t really think much of it when she told Harry to come check out one of their performances. It just kind of… slipped out.
She didn’t think he’d actually show up! In fact, she thought she’d totally fumbled with him! She just got a piercing from him, and that’s it. No phone numbers, no flirting, nothing.
But here he is, sitting at a bar waiting for her as she walks off stage.
“Ruby,” she whispers to the lead singer of their band. “He’s here.”
“Who?” Ruby whispers back, looking around inconspicuously.
“The tattoo artist,” y/n says nervously.
Ruby’s eyes widen. “Where?!” she gasps excitedly.
“Long hair, sitting by the bar with a drink.”
Ruby finds him easily, “Girl… he’s hot.”
Y/n nods. “What do I do?”
“Go talk to him, duh!” Ruby spares another glance towards Harry. “He’s looking at you. Go over there right now, or I’ll do it for you.”
Y/n’s palms sweat and she looks at Ruby helplessly. She’s nervous! But Ruby just raises her eyebrow and gives her a look, one that tells her to suck it up and go flirt with her dream man.
With a deep breath, she walks to the bar, eyes glued to the floor and desperately avoiding Harry’s eyes until she’s right in front of him. “Hi,” she says.
He takes a sip of his drink, some type of golden whiskey sitting in a crystal glass. His eyes glimmer with familiarity. “Hi.”
“You came,” she says, fingers twisting behind her back.
“I did.” He flags the bartender down. “Are you drinking anything?”
“Oh, um… just a strawberry marg.” She smiles to herself– he’s buying her a drink! That must mean something, right? “How much of the show did you see?”
“Just the end. Had to close up shop and all before I came.”
She nods understandingly. “How, um… What did you think?” Her drink arrives and she takes a long, nervous sip.
“It was good. You were great up there.”
Her cheeks grow warm and she hopes Harry can’t tell how happy that small comment made her. “Thanks,” she says with a soft smile.
He takes another sip of his drink, and says nothing more. He’s got an intimidating demeanor, one that makes y/n shrink into herself, and yet she doesn’t want to leave his side. She’s attracted to him, obviously, but also intrigued. His mysterious ways have captured her attention, his quiet personality something y/n wants to unravel.
She coughs dryly, even though her throat doesn’t itch or anything, and awkwardly takes a sip of her drink. She wishes she had something to say to Harry, and wonders if she should just walk away to save herself from this painful silence.
“Y/n!” One of her bandmates, Benji, somehow hears her prayers and wraps his arms around her shoulder. “Killed it on the keys tonight! So groovy babe, you’re amazing.”
“Thanks Benji,” she mumbles, her face heating at the extravagant attention he’s drawn to them. Harry observes her quietly, not even acknowledging Benji’s presence – just watching her. He takes another long, quiet sip of his drink.
“This a friend of yours?” Benji asks, nodding towards Harry. His arms are still wrapped around her shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down her arm warmly. She can feel Harry eyeing the contact.
She clears her throat. “Yeah, this is Harry. He tattoos at the shop across the street.”
“Oh, sick! Nice to meet you man.”
Harry tips his drink in acknowledgement, but still says nothing.
“Listen– me, Ruby, and Char are heading to Nora’s apartment in like, thirty minutes. You wanna come with? You can ride with me.”
Y/n glances at Harry, but he’s looking down at his drink, swirling it softly. The ice clinks in his glass softly, somehow standing out to y/n’s ear despite how loud the bar is. “Um, I’ll let you know, okay? I’ll text.” Benji pats her arm with an affirming nod, and heads back to his table where the rest of their friends are sitting.
“S’that your boyfriend?” Harry says, finally looking up. His brows are furrowed, as usual, and his green eyes stare at her intensely.
“Oh, Benji?” she laughs. “No way. He’s dating Nora.”
He hums. “No boyfriend at all, then?”
She shakes her head softly, “No boyfriend.”
“Good,” he says, setting his glass down. “Would suck if I was trying to hook up with a girl who’s taken.”
Pause.
“You– what?” Her heart stutters in her chest, and she forgets how to breathe. “You want… with me?”
He sets the drink down and stands from his stool, towering over her. Looking at her with those intense, green eyes, he unabashedly glances down at her lips. “What are you doing after this?”
“Um.” Benji’s invitation flashes through the forefront of her mind. Her eyes flicker between his nervously, looking for any signs that he might be messing with her. He’s dead serious. “Nothing.”
“I live just a little bit away. Do you want to come to mine?”
“To yours? To um– like, you know…” her brain is going haywire and she can’t get a proper sentence out. “Like to… hook up?”
He nods, eyes hard but honest. “Would you want that?”
“Yeah!” She realizes how eager she sounds, and tones it down. “I mean, yes. I’d want that. I would want to go to yours and would like to, um… you know. I would wanna…” She stumbles over her words, struggling to formulate her thoughts into coherent words. She shakes her head and looks at the ground shyly, embarrassed that she can’t get it out.
Harry steps forward, lifts her chin, and gives her a kiss – mostly to shut her up, but also to test the waters, see if the chemistry is there. Her eyes flutter shut, her hands lifting softly with the intention of grabbing onto his arms, but too shy to actually touch him, so they just hang in the air between them. Harry, on the other hand, cups her jaw with the hand that he’d use to tilt her chin upwards, while the other hand rests on her hip. He puckers his lips softly against hers, sucking her bottom lip gently.
His grip on her hip tightens as they kiss, and she relaxes into his touch. The whirlwind of thoughts disappears in the kiss, the anxiety of trying to speak with him and knowing how and where to touch him vanishes in seconds. Her hands finally feel comfortable enough to touch him, resting gently on his chest, fingers grabbing onto his shirt unconsciously. He pulls away with a soft click. When her eyes gently flutter open, glazed over with puppy-like eagerness, he confirms to himself that the chemistry is definitely there.
“Ready to go, then?”
+++
Harry’s apartment is oddly nothing like y/n expected.
From his rugged exterior, you’d think his home would be dark and grungy, like himself. But he lives in a cute apartment, quaint and cozy. The building is in a nice area, with an apparently new lock and intercom system that y/n envies (getting into her building is a hassle – her key always gets stuck and she’s always getting calls from people who want the person in room 316. She lives in 318!). He keys them in with a small fob attached to a key chain, and she follows him through the lobby, up the elevator, down the hallway, and into his apartment.
A sweet little white cat with pretty blue eyes sits in front of the door as they walk in. She meows up at Harry, and tangles herself between his legs, her fluffy tail twirling behind her softly. “You don’t mind cats or anything, do you?” Harry asks.
“No, not at all!”
“This is Dandie,” he murmurs. Harry picks the cat up into his arms, his tattooed arms striking against her delicate white fur. “It’s short for dandelion.”
“How sweet,” y/n coos, stepping forward. She tries to give Dandie a scratch on the head, but the cat flinches her head away, meowing grumpily. Y/n pouts.
“Takes a while for her to warm up to people,” Harry explains. “Don’t take it personally.”
He sets Dandie down, letting her prance away as she pleases while he leads y/n further into his apartment. It’s homey and comfortable, clearly lived in. Harry has dark, espresso colored shelves lined with books and little trinkets, souvenirs and little decorations that you’d find in antique shops. A sage green couch with a chunky knit white blanket draped on top sits in the center of his living room, matching the fluffy white rug that lays under his coffee table. A half full mug of tea sits on a coaster on top of the glass table. It faces the wall with a large television attached to it.
Underneath the television is a short stand that has a record player sitting on top of it– a fancy one, she might add – with built-in shelves that store all of his records. She wanders towards them, straying away from Harry, who’s gone to the kitchen to set out some food for Dandie. There must be a hundred of them, she thinks to herself, most of them old artists that she’s never heard of.
He startles her when he walks back into the room, snapping her out of her curious exploration of his home. “Put some food out so Dandie won’t bother us,” he says. Y/n nods, looking at Harry shyly. She’s not very well-versed in this whole… one night stand stuff, and doesn’t really know what to do, so she stands there nervously as he comes closer. She knows that the whole reason she’s here is to hook up with Harry, but she has no idea how to initiate it. She’s not some sexy vixen who knows how to seduce a man – she’s a nervous and clumsy girl who doesn’t know where to put her hands when she kisses someone!
It’s a miracle that she’s managed to somehow capture Harry’s attention, despite the fact that she constantly stumbles over her words and barely knows how to act around him. He’s just like… scarily intimidating!
Lucky for her, he takes the lead and initiates the contact so that y/n can stop wracking her head over how to relieve the tension between them. He stands in front of her and cups a hand under her jaw, his fingers sliding into her hair. Although his brows are still furrowed, his eyes are somewhat softer as he looks down at her, flickering between her eyes, then down to her lips.
Did you want to put a record on?” He asks, eyes still fixated on her lips.
Her breath hitches in her throat, and her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips. “Can I?” she responds gently.
He gives an affirming hum, his dark eyes darting back up to hers, searching them intently. His pupils have dilated, his bright green irises now a deeper, forest green. “Anything in particular you wanna listen to?”
“Um…” she pulls away from and bends down to the height of the shelf to look at his selection. She sees Billy Joel, The White Stripes, The Cranberries… all music that she never really listens to. Oldies aren’t necessarily her taste, she’s more of a Taylor Swift gal. The only artist she recognizes is Fleetwood Mac, which he has a whole selection of. She plays it safe and goes with a vinyl of their “Top Hits,” delicately removing the record from the shelf and standing up with it.
She’s nervous about setting the record up (it seems like Harry’s a big record guy and she doesn’t want to scratch the vinyl or break the spinner or anything like that), so she gives the record to Harry, who stands closely behind her. With his chest pressed to her back, he wraps his arms around her and takes the vinyl out of her hands, easily taking it out of its case and placing it on the spinner. His soft, warm breaths tickle the back of her neck, and she wonders if she imagined the feeling of his lips skimming her shoulder.
Delicately, he places the needle on the record and it starts spinning, a warm static noise playing before it fades into the strong piano of the first song. His hands now rest on her hips, large and warm and gentle, and this time she knows that she’s not imagining him pressing kisses along her shoulder, and up to her neck. Goosebumps trail down her spine, and she closes her eyes, subtly tilting her head to the side to give him more access. When his kisses reach the base of her neck, he sucks lightly – not enough to leave a permanent mark, but just enough to make her core pulse and the skin there throb.
His hands trail up her sides, twisting her around slowly so that she’s facing him again. She follows him easily, moony eyes staring up at him in anticipation of his next move.
He finally leans in for a kiss. Y/n reciprocates eagerly, leaning up to kiss him back. Her eyes shut delicately, ready to fully relax into the kiss – but he pulls away before she has the chance to fully appreciate the way his lips feel against her.
Her eyes open and she looks up at him with a pout, concerned and a bit scared about why he might’ve pulled away so soon. He grabs her hands, which had been awkwardly hanging by her sides, and wraps them around his shoulders.
She feels much more comfortable this way, relieved that Harry has taken the burden of figuring out what to do with her hands away from her. Then he leans down to kiss her again, and she lets him take control.
His blunt, black painted fingernails scratch softly against her scalp as his fingers curl in her hair, holding her steady so that he can kiss her as he pleases. His other hand holds onto her waist, palm resting over her clothes while his thumb sneaks under her shirt to tenderly tease her warm skin. Her stomach jolts at his light touch. Their lips fold over each other perfectly, linking and unlinking in a slow, sultry, continuous kiss. She doesn’t realize that she’s craning her neck upwards trying to get closer and closer to him as they kiss, or that her fingers are unconsciously gripping onto the back of his shirt.
Harry takes a step forward, never breaking their kiss, inching y/n backwards until she’s pressed against the wall. The hand that had been cradling her jaw slides down her neck, then over her shoulder, then presses against the wall to support his weight as he leans over her. His neck bends downwards to reach y/n’s lips so that she doesn’t have to keep getting up on her tippy toes. With a hand on her lower back, he presses her against him, her back arching so that her stomach is pressed against his firm abdomen.
Although the sexual tension between Harry and y/n had been there since the moment they kissed in the bar, it had been a bit muted. Her anxiety over not embarrassing herself and figuring out how to initiate anything with him had muffled any of her desires, and distracted her from noticing the way Harry was eyeing her hungrily. Now that they’re kissing though, with their bodies pressed together and their hands roaming over each other, the tension is bursting. Y/n feels the heat in her core spreading all over her body, a desperate whimper growing in her chest and spilling out into Harry’s mouth.
Here she was, kissing the hot tattoo artist that she’d been dreaming about all week, with his firm chest pressed against hers, his thick fingers tangled in her hair, and his pretty pink lips on her mouth. It made her head spin with excitement. She’s no longer embarrassed in communicating her eagerness, whimpering and pressing herself into him even more.
Harry untangles his lips from hers and buries his face into her neck, kissing her there. She arches her head backwards, letting it knock against the wall to bare the skin of her throat to him. Her fingers untangle from the back of his shirt, only to tangle into his hair, long curly tendrils that she softly grasps as he kisses and sucks at the thin skin of her throat. Harry’s lips are soft and skilled, suckling gently at her most tender spots and breathing warm air over them to make her shiver. She moans softly, and not so subtly presses her hips into his center.
His hands roam her body, going from holding onto her hips, to grazing her ribs, then back down to skim over her ass. His palms feel warm, burning her skin through her clothes as he grips her thighs and lifts her into the air. With his hand under her thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his hips pressing her into the wall, he somehow effortlessly picked her up.
The firm bulge confined in his black jeans presses deliciously against her soft heat, and she rolls her hips forward. With her fingers tangled in his roots, she guides his face back to hers so that she can start kissing him once more, feel his soft lips slick against hers and his warm breath against her face.
In a spur of the moment decision, Harry tightens his grip on her thighs and pulls her off the wall, carrying her over to the green couch in the center of the room. Laying her down gently, he breaks their kiss to kneel down on the floor next to her. She props herself up on her elbows and stares down at him with lust-blown eyes and swollen lips, breathing heavily as he teases the button of her denim jeans.
“Off?” he asks, and she nods eagerly, letting him unbutton, unzip, and undress her without hesitation. She’s left in her plain underwear, which he also peels off, leaving him face to face with her soft folds. His hands find her knees, and she watches him spread her legs open, her pretty pussy blooming like a spring flower.
Harry bites his lip, eyes unblinking and fixated on her center as he inches closer and closer. When she feels his warm breath against her center, she shudders, a warm rush spreading from her core, all the way up her spine. Her breathing visibility quickens, chest rising and falling noticeably enough for Harry to finally look away from her pussy and flicker his eyes up to her.
“Alright?” he murmurs, warm hands resting soothingly on her thighs. He’s a man of few words, yet he still manages to check in with her.
“Yeah,” she breathes shakily.
Without saying anything else, he leans in and licks a bold stripe up her center. His tongue dips between her folds, spit mixing with the slick that had gathered there since he first kissed her at the bar. She whines and bucks her hips upwards as soon as he makes contact with her, shutting her eyes when he starts to swirl his tongue round her clit. He makes no noise, face stoic save for the furrow in his brow showing his sheer concentration.
Pink lips wrap around her clit, sucking lightly and sending a shock throughout her entire body. When she wriggles around, he holds her hips still, his thick fingers pressing firmly into her plushy skin. Her hand shoots down to grip at the edge of his couch, holding herself steady as quiet whimpers escape her throat. She doesn’t want to embarrass herself by moaning obnoxiously, biting her lips to keep her noises in, but Harry’s making it really hard for her with the way he’s sucking her clit.
When he slides a finger into her pussy, any shame or embarrassment flies out the window. A loud cry escapes her, and she feels herself practically sucking his finger in, eager to finally have something penetrating her. Harry pulls off her clit with a pop and watches his finger disappear into her heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight she feels. He nearly groans out imagining how amazing she’d feel wrapped around his cock.
Slipping another finger in next to the first, he curls his fingers up and searches for that plushy spot on her front wall. Honestly, just having his fingers inside of her is enough to have her squirming, but when he finds her special spot, she feels her fingers go numb and her lip nearly bursts from how hard she bites down on it.
He smiles to himself when she clenches around his fingers, a subtle confirmation that he’d indeed found her g-spot and was rubbing his fingers against it in the right way. And if she’s being honest… that smile alone could’ve made her cum. A self assured, cocky smirk, with a dimple piercing his cheek and a smug glimmer in his eye. It makes her head spin, having someone so attractive sitting between her thighs.
When he leans back down to suck her clit, combined with the feeling of his fingers curling into that plushy spot, a familiar ringing starts in her ears. Before she knows it, she’s cumming around Harry’s fingers, clenching and whining and throwing her head back as pleasure overtakes her body.
It’d been so long since she’d come at the hands of someone other than herself, nevertheless someone as good as Harry. She’d given up on hookup culture and one night stands long ago, opting for her trusty Urban Outfitters vibrator over fake orgasms, and had nearly forgotten how good it felt letting someone else do all the work. How nice it felt to have broad hands skimming over your legs as you cum, or having someone’s lips teasing your skin as you come down from your high.
Her heart beats sporadically as she calms down, regaining her vision and blinking open her eyes to see Harry kissing her inner thighs. His fingers slip out of her pussy gently, slicked in a glossy layer of her cum, which he licks off casually. Y/n nearly cums again just from seeing that.
He pushes himself up from the ground to stand. “Up for more?” he asks, pressing down on the bulge in his jeans. Nodding, she sits up on the couch so that she’s face to face with his cock, and undoes the button of his tight, black jeans. She yanks them down to his knees, revealing a pair of black Calvin Kleins, and a large tiger tattoo on his thigh. Momentarily, she gets distracted, tracing the sharp inked teeth of the tiger, feeling the firm muscle of his thigh. But then he palms himself through his briefs, and she remembers the mission she’s on.
Pulling those down as well, his cock bobs up in front of her face, pink and ruddy tip hypnotizing her as it sways up and down, finally free of its confines. She’s ready to return the favor, licking her lips and eager to get her lips around his cock – not only because she feels obligated to suck him off since he ate her out, but also because his cock is pretty. It’s thick and hard, with veins running up the sides, and he looks clean and well groomed. Her mouth waters, and she wants him in her mouth. But, before she can even lick the tip, he wraps his own fist around it, tilting it away from her mouth.
Her eyes flicker up from his cock to his face, an upset furrow in her brow, but Harry disregards it. “How do you want it?” he asks instead, too impatient to get sucked off. He’s been dreaming of her warm cunt ever since she came around his fingers.
She says nothing, instead grabbing his hips and pulling him down to sit next to her on the couch. His cock bobs heavily between the two of them as she straddles him, her knees encasing his thick, muscled thighs. “Um… do you– condom?” she asks breathlessly. He wriggles a hand into the back pocket of his pants, which hang around his knees carelessly, and pops a trojan out.
Ripping the foil with his teeth, he sheaths it onto his cock in less than a minute. Y/n lifts herself up on her knees, lines him up with her pussy, and sinks down gently. With her on top, she sets a slow, easy pace for herself, taking her time as she presses down. He fills her up, inch by inch, stretching her to the brim, and she loves it.
Harry spreads his arms on the back of the couch, casually watching as she lowers himself on his cock. She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight… he throws his head back in ecstacy, relieved to finally have his cock snugly inside of her. Her hands reach backwards to hold onto his knees, lifting herself up and down, angling in a way so that his cockhead rubs against her g-spot everytime she grinds down.
With his lip between his teeth, his bright green eyes stare as she starts bouncing faster. He reaches a hand out to hold onto her hip, his palm smoothing over her soft skin and guiding her as she lifts herself on his cock. He makes no noises, but he breathes deeply through his nose and watches her with lust-blown pupils, eyelids heavy as if he were drunk.
Y/n on the other hand, whimpers with every swivel of her hips, cheeks flushed and chest bursting. She’s doing her damn best but being on top is hard! The burning in her thighs is lowkey making her regret climbing onto his lap instead of letting him have his way with her, but just as she’s about to start cramping up, Harry’s other hand leaves the couch to grip her hip. With both hands burning on her hipbones, he helps her bounce up and down on his cock.
She relaxes now, his strong hands helping her immensely and letting her start focusing on the burning orgasm bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She falls forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her chest against his, whining into his ear when his cockhead kisses her g-spot each time he pulls her down. He grunts quietly when her fingernails dig into the muscles of his shoulders, and whispers a quiet praise in her ear.
“Yeah, that’s good,” he murmurs with a low voice – that sends her over the edge. She clenches around his thick length, squeezing her thighs tightly around his hips as she lets out a choked moan, a quiet ohmygod escaping her through her orgasm.
She flutters around his cock the same way she’d done around his fingers and his vision goes white, throwing his head back on the couch and letting his eyes blink shut in bliss. A lazy smile overtakes his face as her pussy milks his cock, and he releases in long warm spurts into the condom.
She breathes heavily in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and holding on for dear life, while Harry sits there casually, blissed out and fully content. His hands rub over the skin of her bare thighs gently, thumbs tracing soft circles as her shaky breaths start to even out. She pulls her face out of his neck, and looks down at him with blown out eyes and hot cheeks.
“Good?” he asks with a cocky smirk, the cutest dimple in his cheek.
She nods breathlessly, fluttering her eyes unbelievingly. “Wow,” is all she can say. Harry chuckles cutely.
He’s still fitted snugly inside of her, so she lifts herself off his cock, hissing at the feeling of being empty after he filled her up so well. Harry takes the sloppy condom off of his prick and ties it off, standing up when y/n shuffles off of his lap to throw it out in the kitchen.
When he walks back in, cock bare and swinging about, y/n is getting herself dressed and ready to go. If there’s anything she hates more than the awkwardness that comes before hooking up with someone for the first time, it’s the awkwardness that comes after you actually have sex. She always felt insecure, extra vulnerable, and a little bit nervous… and she never knew what to do with herself. So even though she could really go for a cuddle or something right now, she gets herself dressed and ready to head home. That’s what you do after a one night stand, right?
Harry seems a lot more… relaxed than she’d expected, though. She was worried he’d be rushing her out of his house, ordering her a taxi and getting dressed as soon as they were done. But no, he casually slides his black Calvin Kleins up his legs, kicking his black jeans onto the floor with no second thought. He sits himself on the couch, and opens up a water bottle.
“Brought you some water,” he says casually, nodding towards the bottle he’d brought from the kitchen after he’d thrown the condom out.
“...thanks,” she says, picking up the water and cautiously sitting back down next to him. She cracks the seal open and takes a small sip. Harry chugs half the bottle down, then throws it onto the coffee table.
“Whereabouts do you live?” he then asks, throwing an arm on the back of the couch.
“Um… about 10 minutes from the tattoo shop. East side of town, in the apartment complex near the port.”
“Oh so you’re not too far,” he murmurs thoughtfully, and she shakes her head in confirmation. “That’s perfect.” He searches around himself for a minute before he finds his phone, face down on the side table, and passes it to y/n. “Why don’t you put your number in then, and we can do this again?”
She grabs his phone a bit dazed, “you wanna hook up again?”
“Err, yeah?” he says dumbly. “Only if you want to, though.”
Her heart flutters giddily – so this wasn’t goodbye! She’s really winning the jackpot, and she wonders what she’s done to get this much good karma. First she got to hook up with the hot tattoo artist, and now he wants to turn it into a fling? “Yeah… yeah sounds good.”
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✰ baby honey ✰ #1 (dom!harry)
Harry’s favorite thing to do is to take care of you and give you as many orgasms as you can take, even if you’re being a brat.. dom!Harry concepts
a/n: this pairing does not have a set/strict plot, but there will be many different situations/writings for them! Lots of smut! ;) some may carry over multiple parts!
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word count: 5.3k
warnings/tags: dom!harry, daddy kink, praise kink, soft-sub reader, oral f receiving, Harry x reader, smut, mature situations, punishment, mean!dom, some fluff :) pet names
Your mind was dizzy as you slowly walked down the grand staircase while sliding your hand down the cool railing. Soft hums were coming from your throat, and your stomach was filled with butterflies. Carefully, you stepped your sock clad feet on the hardwood floor and turned to go in the direction of the office. There wasn’t a worry in your mind or a slight bit of fear in your chest as you made your way to the big wooden door.
You run your fingertips over the cold knob before turning it and pushing the heavy door open. The room that was just filled with mixed voices becomes silent. Your eyes were cloudy, but they immediately focused on the thing you were looking for. A smile spread over your pink lips as you locked your sight on his pretty emerald eyes. Harry was so beautiful, so perfect.
He sighed heavily as he gave you a hard stare. It made your stomach churn, but you ignored it. You wanted him - needed to feel his touch and hear his voice. Before you could even get two feet inside the room, he was standing from the big wood desk and walking towards you. He wasn’t paying the three men sitting in the chairs any mind, you were his main focus. Per usual.
His big, heavy hands landed on your waist and he guided you out of the room and away from the door. He moved you against the wall and immediately grabbed your chin.
“What have I told you about interrupting my meetings?” His voice was low and deep.
“I-“
“Shut up.” He snapped, his grip on your chin got tighter. “You’re acting bad. You know I don’t like it when you’re bad.”
“I need you.” You whined softly, hands fisting into his white button down.
“You’re gonna wrinkle my fuckin’ shirt.” He said through gritted teeth as he ripped your hands away.
“No, please! Just wanna touch you!” Tears were building in your eyes as you saw the anger come over his face.
“You were told to stay in the bedroom. You’ve disobeyed me.” Harry put his hand on your throat, but he didn’t squeeze you. He was gentle, for now. “You’re being a bad kitten.. and bad kittens get punished.”
You began to shake your head from side to side, tears streaming down your face. You coiled your hand around his wrist and dug your nails deep in his skin. Upsetting him was always your biggest fear. It was your intention to always be good for him, always be on your best behavior. Despite not doing anything wrong, you feel horrible.
“You’re gonna get my hand on your ass, and my cock’s gonna destroy that little hole of yours, missy.” He was harsh and cold, and that made things worse for you. “Not gonna let you cum. Gonna make those spanks hurt and you cry those pretty eyes out. I’ll make sure you remember the rules.”
“Not tryna be a b-bad kitten!” You cried out, eyes burning holes through his. “I need you, Daddy, need to touch you, please.”
As soon as he heard the word come out of your mouth he softened completely. His hand slid to the small of your back and the other gently covered your warm cheek. His thumb messed with the corner of your mouth as you spoke in broken sobs.
“M’not.. not a bad girl.. promise I.. I just needed.. needed something.. Da-daddy.. I.. I can’t stop it.. y’know I can’t..”
He felt terrible for treating you so bad, his heart was aching as he watched all the tears fall. “Hey, shh. Kitten, calm down.”
Despite his efforts, you were still breaking down. Worry filled your mind as you thought about all the consequences. You were so afraid that you were doing something wrong, that you had upset him. It was making you feel nauseous and like you were running out of air.
“Feel so-so little, Daddy.. wanna be.. be safe with you.. s’all.. just wanna see you..”
He shushed you again, and this time let his thumb cover your lips to stop you from rambling. “Relax for me, angel baby.”
You nodded softly and carefully placed your hands on his torso. His defined muscles felt comforting, even through the fabric of his shirt. You didn’t care about wrinkling it, so you closed your hands into fists again - holding as tight as you could.
“Now.. shhh..” he softly pecked your forehead before leaning back to look into your puffy eyes. “Tell Daddy what you need.. so I can help my girl.”
Your lips quivered as you tried to say something, but no words were coming out. He noticed the struggle and the pout on your lips. His hand moved down to your hip and he tilted your head further back to get a good look at you.
“Tell me, kitten, tell Daddy what’s got you all soft.” He made sure to give you a gentle smile. He knew you appreciated it when he was kind and caring, especially during these times. “Why’s my girl feeling little?”
Answering him was your intention, but you said the wrong words. You replied with what was on your mind, what was worrying you so much.
“I’m a bad girl.. I.. I didn’t listen to Daddy.. m’a bad kitty.”
“Tsk tsk, stop it, darling.” He gave you a stern lift of his brows. “You’re not a bad girl. Daddy isn’t mad, sugar plum.”
“But you said.. said I was being bad.” You sucked in your bottom lip as you looked at him through your lashes. Your eyes were hardly opened, the crying wore you out.
“That was before I knew you were feeling little, my angel.” He swiped your hair away from your face and held onto the back of your neck. “You’re Daddy’s good girl.. such a sweet kitten.”
“M’sorry I.. came in the office.” The words you whispered were barely audible.
He sighed and moved his hand down to your waist. “Daddy’s the one who should be saying sorry. I saw how happy you were to see me, kitten, how big your pretty lips smiled.. and I was so mean to you, wasn’t I? Didn’t give my girl any loves.. that’s all my baby wanted, yeah? Wanted Daddy’s attention for a minute.”
You nod lightly, arms snaking around him. He pulled you into his chest and you gladly hid your face in his shirt. He petted the back of your head, running his fingers through your long hair. His comforting words made you feel relieved and relaxed. He wasn’t mad at you anymore, and he just misunderstood the situation. Being in his arms made you feel safe and secure.
“Do y’wanna sit in the office with me, baby love? Daddy can pull up a chair for you.”
You sucked up the snot in your throat, the idea making you feel tingly. “Can I be by you, Daddy? Wanna be close.”
“Right beside me, my love. Just have to behave and be quiet for me, alright? Let Daddy finish his meeting and then I’ll make you feel better, baby.” He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you so tight.
You smiled against his shirt. “Wan’ loves and cuddles and kisses.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “All the loves and cuddles and kisses you want, kitten. Whatever you want Daddy to do.. my girl, always so sweet for me.”
“Woke up from m’ nap.. felt really little.. felt soft and scared, Daddy.”
He grunted as he leaned back, hands gently moving you so he could see you properly. “M’sorry i wasn't there for you, baby girl.”
“Here now.. don’t wanna leave you.”
“You don’t have to, honey bun. Daddy’s right here.”
You splayed your hands on his back, feeling his muscles tense as he gently rocked you from side to side. His hands held your hips so tight, so safely.
“Need t’ feel full.. Daddy can you.. fill me after your meeting?”
“Does my girl wan’ her Daddy’s cock, hm? Wan’ Daddy to fill you up with his thick cum?”
The filthy words caused ripples down your spine. You whimpered at the thought of being full. It was too hard to try to speak, so you nodded once again for him.
He smirked gently and kissed your swollen lips. “Daddy will give you what you want soon, kitten. Give you all my cum.. make sure your pretty pussy is filled to the brim.. wanna watch it drip out of you, baby love. Gonna fill my girl up.. make her feel so good, yeah?”
“Wanna have it all, Daddy, please..” Your whisper made his crotch twitch.
“No more talking about it, sweetheart, don’t wanna get Daddy hard just yet.”
The thought made your eyes sparkle, and it didn’t go unnoticed. He smiled sweetly and kissed you for a long moment before finally grabbing your hand and leading you to the office.
When you walked in together, the three men turned their heads to watch Harry walk through the room. Nobody said anything at first, so he broke the ice himself.
“Sorry about that, gentlemen. My fiancé isn’t feeling the best.”
“S’alright. Understandable.” One of them replied with a fake smile.
Harry glanced around but realized that the only other available chair in the room was his big leather one. He sighed and gestured to the chair.
“Just sit there, honey. We’re almost finished anyways.”
You hesitated, but eventually sat down in the chair. Harry sat one leg on the edge of the desk, eyes on the men as he picked up wherever he left off. They weren’t bothered by her presence, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel embarrassed. You were sure the tear streams were still evident and you could feel the warmth of her skin. You probably looked like a mess.
The business talk didn’t interest you at all. You kept your eyes on Harry’s shiny black shoes. The longer you looked at them, the more you noticed his trousers. They fit him well and hugged his thighs. The dark grey color matched the blazer that was draped over the back of the chair. He looked so professional and handsome. His hair was perfectly sculpted. Even the expensive watch on his wrist was in a perfect spot. You were still annoyed by the men being here. Normally, meetings took place at his real office, not at your home. Apparently things happen at times, that’s what he told you at least, and arrangements have to be made.
You were growing impatient with each minute. All you wanted was him, and you wanted him all to yourself. Having to share his attention with these men was driving you mad. You tapped your fingertips against the arm of the chair as you stared at the floor.
Before you even realized it, Harry got off the desk and escorted the men to the front entrance. He was only gone for a minute. When he came back through the door you jumped up from his chair and began to rock on your heels. He chuckled as he reached you and took hold of your waist.
“Thank you for being patient, baby.”
“You’re all mine now, right?” You batted your thick lashes at him and he gladly squeezed each side of your butt.
“All yours, kitten.”
He sat down in the chair and gently grabbed your wrist. He pulled you onto his lap, greedily holding your waist. You smiled as you wrapped an arm around his head and began to softly peck your lips along his hairline. He chuckled as he slipped both hands under your shirt.
“You seem upset, Daddy.. don’t like it when you’re upset.”
He grunted, hating that you noticed things so easily. “Just stress from business, baby love, s’all.”
“Do you want me to make it go away?” Your words made his crotch tingle.
“No, baby. S’all about you right now. You still want Daddy to make you full?”
“Yes, please.. wan’ you to fill me, Daddy.”
When you leaned back to look at him, your tongue came out and swiped over your lips. A smirk covered his mouth as he slid a hand into your leggings, groping your butt cheek.
“No panties?” He lifted a brow. “Someone’s being a little tease.”
You giggled softly and started kissing his forehead. “Just wanna make it easier.”
“Hm.. m’sure you do.” He patted your thigh, a silent indication for you to stand up.
You didn’t want to move away with him, but you knew you had to. You stood in front of him, waiting patiently for him to do something. He stood up, too, and walked around you. When you hear papers shuffling, you spin around and grab his elbow gently.
“Let me clear the desk, kitten.”
“Daddy..” you were curious as to why he was doing that. “Are you gonna take me on your desk?”
He chuckled a few times before looking over at you. “M’gonna put you on the desk so I can eat up your little pussy, baby doll. Daddy will take you to the bedroom after.”
You groaned and squeezed his elbow. “Wan’ you to take me here.”
He watched your other hand reach to tap the desk. He smirked and gave you a quick nod. “Alright.”
Harry made sure everything was pushed to the edges of the wood, and out of your way. He adjusted the monitor so it was also out of your way. The desk was big, so it was easy to make adjustments. When he dropped the final stack of papers into the bottom drawer, you smiled happily and grabbed his shirt where it was tucked in on the side.
“Patience, my baby.” He pulled away from you with a smile, but grabbed you instead. “Let Daddy take care of you, kitten.”
Out of nervousness, you popped your index finger into your mouth. You didn’t want to upset him, so you kept quiet as you waited. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings on either hip and he yanked them down. He kneeled as he did so, making sure to get a good look at your womanhood.
“Mm, baby girl. Daddy missed you so much.” He pressed a kiss to your pubic mound, savoring the feeling of your soft, bare skin. “Can’t wait to have this pretty pussy all in my mouth.”
“Daddy.. please.. need you.” You whined while you curled your fingers in his scalp.
Harry gripped your thick hips and gave your butt a slap before standing up. You smirked softly, still shocked that he loved your body so much. It was something you struggled with - but he adored you, every inch and every pound. Your full ass and perky breasts, he could never get enough. It bothered you that your breasts weren’t big, but he loved them anyways. That’s all that really mattered.. that he loves you.
“Daddy.” You mumbled softly as he picked you up and sat you on the desk.
“What is it, angel?” He pressed his palm against your warm cheek, forcing your eyes to stay on his.
“Wan’ you so bad, please.”
“Honey, be a little patient. Daddy’s gonna give you everything you want.” He kissed you for a moment. “Now.. shh.”
He didn’t hesitate to drop down between your legs and push them apart. His tongue immediately swiped up your slit.
“Daddy.” You gasped as he did it over and over.
He made sure you were wet from his spit and your own natural release before he began to suck on your clit. He hallowed his cheeks, applying a hard pressure on your little nub.
“Wan’ a finger.” You muttered as you closed your eyes and held your breath.
Harry pulled away from your clit to spit on his finger. He watched your hole as he carefully wiggled his finger inside of you. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he began to move it in and out slowly. His tongue returned to your nub and he didn’t let up again. Normally he wouldn’t give you a finger until he’s made you orgasm, but he promised he’d do whatever you wanted. He doesn’t break his promises to you.
“More.” You mumbled while raking your fingers through his scalp. He liked it when you touched him, so you didn’t hesitate to tug at his roots. “M’gonna cum.”
He grunted against your clit, his tongue working in quick motions. You were so sensitive from being needy, so the orgasm rushed on you before you even realized. A heavy groan came from you as your thighs shook a little and your eyes fell back into your head.
Harry did his best to hold your hips down, but you were thrashing a tad as he kept sucking through the orgasm. You whined suddenly and pushed his head away. He let up, just to make sure you were okay.
“Kitten.. S’alright, baby.” He whispered as he stood up and took hold of your face.
When you opened your eyes you saw his, and a wave of comfort came over you. “Daddy.. felt so good.”
He chuckled softly, thumbs rubbing your lips. “Felt good, baby doll? Did Daddy make you cum?”
You smiled sweetly. “Came really hard for you.”
“Mhm, sure did, kitten.” He gave you a kiss and you couldn’t help but taste yourself on his mouth. “Got so wet for me.”
A gentle giggle fell from your lips. You wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled yourself forward. He dropped a hand to your waist to steady you, but made sure to keep a warm palm against your jaw.
“Feel better, baby love?” His voice was soft, it made you feel safe.
“Mhm.”
“Daddy loves to make you feel good, babe. Love to make my girl cum.. always tastes so good.. got such a sweet little cunt, don’t you?” You nodded. “All for you, Daddy.”
“Hm, I know.” He kissed you for a couple of seconds. “All mine.”
“Daddy..”
He furrowed his brows at the tone of your voice. You seemed sad all of a sudden and he didn’t like that.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
You shook your head, trying to ignore what you wanted to tell him. Of course he didn’t let that slide. He huffed and gave you that look.
“Tell me, sugar plum.”
“Just..” You paused, feeling suddenly nauseous.
He didn’t rush you into talking, he knew sometimes it took you a few minutes to gain some courage. Your eyes fell from his and you stared at the undone top button of his shirt. You felt the need to touch him, so you began to undo the rest of the buttons. He watched you carefully, trying to figure out what was going on. Your fingertips skimmed his skin, making goosebumps rose on his.
“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything, y/n.”
When he said your name, you shot your eyes at him for just one second. He rarely said your name, only when he was serious or if he was introducing you to someone. You rarely heard him say it. That never bothered you that he didn’t say it, but it did grab your attention.
“M’just..” you sighed heavily. “.. I changed my mind.”
His brows dropped even further. “About what, darling?”
Finally, the shirt was opened in the front and you could see his body. You reached up and grabbed either side of the shirt, pulling it down his arms as best as you could. He took over and yanked the shirt off. He was about to drop it on the ground when you grabbed onto the expensive material. Harry let you take it, and he watched as you brought it to your chest to clutch it.
You locked your legs around his hips. “I.. want something different.”
“Don’t want me to fill you, baby?”
A grunt left your throat and you grabbed his elbows. “I do.”
“Then what do you want differently, angel?”
You didn’t answer him right away. Your hands moved to his chest and you took your time as you touched all over his front. He was warm and his muscles were hard - yet, his skin so soft.
“Baby girl, you have to tell me.” He wasn’t getting frustrated or anything, he was just very concerned.
“Daddy.. I..” You were still in a small mindset, and he knew that.
“Baby, listen to Daddy.” He moved your head up so your eyes were locked with his again. “Daddy wants to make you feel good.. and make you feel safe. You’re feeling little still, baby doll, and Daddy knows you need t’ feel safe.”
“Wan’ you, Daddy.” You mumbled gently.
His eyes were so soft and full of concern. “Then what’s the matter, my love?”
You finally huffed and caved in. “Don’t wan’ you to take me in here.. wanna be comfy.”
He smiled. “Want Daddy to take you in the bed, baby? Wanna be on the soft sheets?”
You nod a few times. “Please..”
“Anything you want, baby.”
You kept hold of his shirt as you hopped off the desk and grabbed his hand. He guided you out of the office and toward the staircase. You were quiet the whole way up, only because you were thinking about him. You wanted him so badly, wanted him to sink his length into you and never pull it out. You couldn’t wait to feel his weight on top of you, to experience the feeling of your nipples pressed against his skin as he took you nice and slow.
When you reached the bedroom, your heart started to race. He pulled your shirt off and unhooked your bra, then gestured for you to lie down.
“No.” You groaned as she sat on the foot of the bed. “Wanna touch you.”
“S’not about me, honey.” He chuckled as you grabbed his belt and undone it.
“Just wanna see you, then.” You shrugged, smiling as you pulled down his zipper.
The bulge was extremely visible, and that made your core tingle with excitement. Soon, his pants were pooled around his feet and he kicked them away. He smirked as he watched you stick your hand into his boxers and pull his member out.
“So big.” You whispered as his hard length stood proudly in front of you. “Wan’ it, Daddy, please.”
“You always get what you want, don’t you kitten?” He chuckled as you crawled up the bed and laid down on your back. “Want it this way, babe?”
Harry spread your legs opened and kneeled between them. You thought for a moment as he squeezed the backs of your knees. It was intriguing to think about another position, so you decided you might as well try something else. It wasn’t like he’d never do it that way again.
“Wanna turn over.” You smiled.
He made a weird face at you. “What? My kitten doesn’t want me this way? Her Daddy?”
You giggled at him as you pulled your legs free and turned over onto your stomach. You shoved your arms under your chest and arched your ass up. He gave you a playful smack before leaning over your back. His hands fell into the mattress, keeping his body flush with yours.
“Wanna feel you this way, Daddy. Promise m’still your kitten.” You didn’t want him to think your head had cleared up, because it hadn’t. “Please.”
“Okay, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna give you exactly what you want.”
He started by pressing open mouthed kisses across the top of your back. He swept your hair over one shoulder so he could have access to the side of your neck. He grunted as his teeth sunk into your soft skin.
“Please.. wanna feel you deep.” You muttered as you reached behind you and grabbed his forearm.
He chuckled. “Patience, kitten. Daddy likes to love on his baby, y’know that.”
“Daddy doesn’t bite me.. Harry bites me.”
You felt his smile press against your skin. “M’sorry.. just missed you, baby love.”
“Harry can have me later.. I want my Daddy now.”
The pout on your lips made him smirk. He kissed it as you turned your head to look at him. It made you giggle and the pout turned into a smile.
“Daddy’s girl.” His voice was like a rumble of thunder. “Always my good girl.”
A weighted moan fell from your lips as he rubbed spit onto your entrance and slowly pushed his tip in. He let his length go once it was secure, and pressed a hand to your hip. Harry leaned back down, his front brushing your back as he began to move.
“S’good, baby doll? Don’t let me hurt you.” He took a deep breath as he went in about half way, then pulled out to check on you.
“Good, Daddy.. gimme more, please.”
He smirked at your eagerness. “Daddy’s gonna give you his cock, baby, just how you want it.”
You sighed in relief as he pushed back in, his elbow falling into the mattress beside your shoulder to support his weight.
“Tell Daddy how you want it, sweetheart.” He moved his hand to your throat and you gladly wrapped yours around his wrist to keep it there.
“Want you deep.. hard and fast, Daddy.”
His tongue swiped over your shoulder. “Want Daddy’s cock deep in your tight pussy, my angel? Want Daddy to fill you?”
“Mhm.” You moaned with your lips shut, eyes doing the same as the pleasure rushed through you. “Please.”
He didn’t say anything else as he began to fully insert himself - balls deep in you. Your mixed groans and breathes were intimate and it made you feel good - made your chest warm. Each snap of his hips got harder than the previous.
“Uh, Daddy, more.”
He chuckled softly and picked up his pace, his weight pinning you to the mattress while he fucked his length deep inside of you. You could feel the thick veins that ran along the length of his cock rubbing against your walls. You clenched around him every now and then, pulling deep moans from his throat.
“Baby love, squeezing Daddy’s cock so good, hm? Wanna feel Daddy’s cum in your tummy, baby? Wan’ me to fill you up?”
“Yes, Daddy. Wan’ it all. Please give me your cum, Daddy.”
His eyes rolled back in pure pleasure as the filthy words filled his ears. He began to fuck you harder and quicker, the sloshing sounds of your wet pussy made his balls swell. He needed to put his seed in you, plant it deep in your body.
“Oh, baby girl, takin’ m’cock so fuckin’ good.” He groaned into your shoulder as he reached down to grasp your hips tight, fingers burning your skin from the pressure. “Such a tight little cunt.”
Your back arched into the mattress, your ass pushing up against his pelvis. He grunted as he gave your hip a hard smack. You whimpered at the sudden and unexpected pain. Daddy never hit you hard - he barely would oblige if you begged him to.
“Too hard.” You choked out, tears pricking your eyes. “Da-Daddy.. hit me too hard.”
He huffed at himself and started to rub and massage the area he unknowingly left a red hand print on. “Sorry, baby, m’sorry.” He attacked your neck with his lips, hoping the affection would make up for his mistake. “Didn’t mean to hit you, doll. Daddy got.. distracted, m’sorry.”
You nodded a little, your hand reaching back to wrap around his wrist. He was still rubbing deep circles into your bruised skin, wishing he could erase the pain.
“Can.. can I cum.. please? Daddy can I cum on your cock?” Drool was slipping down your chin as our mouth hung open - the pleasure causing you to become numb.
“You can, baby, cum for Daddy.. cum on my cock, baby love. Let Daddy feel your wet pussy spill on him.”
He’s pounding you hard and fast, carrying you closer to the edge as the seconds fly by. You were moaning his name and digging your nails into his wrist, your walls squeezing him so tight.
“C’mon, cum for me. So close, yeah? Daddy can feel that tight pussy, babe. So tight for me.”
His filthy words made your eyes roll back and your lips fell apart - a loud moan full of strings of his name filled the air. He groaned heavily, verbally encouraging you to cum hard. You did jsut that, your pussy suffocating his cock as it held on to it hard - milking him of his warm, thick cum.
“Baby, fuck, yes. Take Daddy’s cum in your tummy. Such a good thing you are. My baby.” He praised you as you kept gushing out your release. He slowed his motions, keeping his cock buried in your hole. “Takin’ Daddy so good.”
“So warm.. so full.” You uttered as the side of your face hit the pillow.
He gave you a chuckle as he softly pecked your cheek over and over. “Daddy’s pretty girl, yeah? Full of my cum. So, so full and warm.”
“Daddy.. so good.. feels so good.” Your eyes shut and you release a deep breath, tiredness washing over you.
Harry noticed your behavior, and he assumed he would tire you out anyways, so he kissed your temple and slowly pulled out of you. He moved onto his knees after nudging your legs apart. He grabbed your ass on either side and pulled your cheeks further apart, just playing with the thickness as he watched his cum drip out of your hole.
“You’re such a pretty thing.. so full of Daddy’s cum.” He squeezed each cheek before let them go, hands sliding down to your thighs. “Do you want to be cleaned up, baby?”
You shook your head. “No.. wan’ it in.”
He smirked to himself as he climbed over you to get off the bed. You didn’t have to worry or question about where he was going - he was getting a fresh pair of panties for you. As you laid there patiently, your stomach was full of butterflies. The sticky cum rolling out of your cunt covered your clit, making you shiver. You could still feel him inside of you, the fullness hadn’t disappeared yet.
“Alright, roll over, princess.”
You did as he asked and fell into your back. He smiled sweetly as your sleepy eyes looked his way. He saw your eyelids falling as you struggled to keep them open.
“Oh, baby.” He huffed as he slid the panties up your legs. He stopped before he covered your hips. “M’so, so sorry. Daddy didn’t mean to hit you.”
“S’okay.. feels okay now.” You mumbled back, reaching over to touch his wrist.
He let you take his hand for a moment and you squeezed it. “You should be mad at me.. should be, babe, but you’re such a sweetheart, yeah? My sweet baby doll.”
His lips smeared on yours for a long moment before he leaned up, dropping your hand to pull the panties up. Once he knew his cum was secured in place where you wanted it stay, he nudged you and rolled on to your side. He got behind you, arms snaking around your limp body to drag you closer. You hum, satisfied as you feel his now covered and softened cock against your butt. It didn’t matter if it was hard, you just liked to feel it there.
“Take a nap, m’love.” He kissed your ear softly, whispering his words carefully.
You nodded, pulling one of his hands up your body. You forced it to rest under your boob and he gave you a small chuckle.
“Cuddle bunny.” He uttered. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
He smirked to himself. “I dunno about that, baby love.”
(Part 2..)
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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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omg imagine being in subspace and you’re just so incoherent and harry is just holding you and telling you how good you are for him and he notices how you’re trying to suck on his thumb and he just sticks it in your mouth and is like “is that what you wanted princess? you’re so good for me” like holy shit 🥺🥵#Concept
MAAAAM I AM AT WORK. OKAYYYY TMI, BUT MY PU$$Y LITERALLY FLUTTERED READING THIS 😮💨
WARNINGS...SEXY, SEXY THINGS
You were floating…transcending even as your abs clenched tight and your pussy pulsed hard around Harry’s cock, just on the edge of your orgasm. Your vision was hazy and tunneled, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of his. He looked at you with so much love it suffocated you.
“Daddy, I’m gonna come!” You choked out and he grunted low as he started giving it to you harder. Your eyes rolled back before squeezing shut and he groaned.
“Just hold it a little longer, baby. Doing so good for me.” He praised you and encouraged you. You were getting more and more lost in him. His words felt like light, little feathers as they washed over you and registered in your eyes. You blinked slowly a few times and he smiled at you, “Going under?” He sighed out a light chuckle, “Fuck…you’re all mine, baby. I’ve got you, princess. You’re safe with me.” He panted as you let yourself go further and further, “Mmmm, fuck yes, come on my cock, baby.” He moaned as you started to unwind and he groaned loudly as he started to release inside of you. His thrusts were deep and slow. His body rolling over yours like waves.
Your body was tingling and your ears ringing as he slowly came to a stop. You felt his face against yours before he kissed your eye lids gently and you smiled. Your eyes felt so heavy as you blinked them open and tried to focus on his. But you felt cold all of a sudden, your nipples pebbled and your skin rose as the chill racked through you.
“Poor, trembly baby. Let’s get you under the covers.” Harry said lowly as he managed to get you under the bedding before he fitted himself against your side. You nuzzled against his shoulder and then felt his other hand come up and trace your lips lightly, “Still floating about, princess?” He mused, his voice as soothing as music. The weight of his thumb rubbing your bottom lip made you crave the taste of his skin on your tongue.
You parted your lips in an attempt to get his thumb inside. Your eyes were still closed and he smiled as he decided to tease you a little bit in your fuzzy and spacey condition. He liked how whiny and fussy you could get when you were under. He slid his thumb down, off to the side, grinning smugly as your mouth chased his thumb. When he pulled it away you sighed dramatically in defeat and whimpered softly and Harry smiled.
“What does my good girl need?” He asked and you blinked your eyes open slowly and just gave him your best puppy-dog eyes and he smiled at you, “You’re so dramatic, princess. So pretty but so dramatic…” he chuckled and you pouted. Moments later he ran his thumb across your bottom lip again. “Open those pretty lips up for me.” He said softly and you did so immediately and then moaned happily as he dipped his thumb in and you quickly closed your lips around it and sucked gently and he bit his lip. The feeling of your hot, smooth, and velvety tongue rubbing into the pad of his thumb made him moan lowly, “Is that what you wanted, princess?” He asked you teasingly and you nodded at him, “Like keeping your slutty little mouth busy…keep sucking.” He ordered and you swirled your tongue around it before gently sinking your teeth in. “Shit…you’re so good for me.” He smirked.
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Sweet girl
Sinopse: S/n é fã de Harry e acaba tendo uma oportunidade irrecusável.
NotaAutora: Olha acho que tô meio enferrujada pra hots então não sei se ficou tão bom assim.
Aviso: +18, muito flerte, me perdoem se tiverem erros.
Pedido: a gente bem que podia ter algo bem hotzão inspirado nessa preciosa foto 😍🥵🔥
Sarah havia convidado sua prima para o show do Harry nesse fim de semana. S/n havia acabado de fazer 21 anos e foi presente perfeito, afinal, ela era muito fã do cantor.
— Minha prima está vindo nesse final de semana, tem problema? — A baterista questionou ao Harry que finalizava seu cabelo para o show.
— Mas você não pode ficar com ela — apontou o dedo para o cantor. — É sério, Harry.
— Nossa, eu nem sei quem ela é! Por que eu faria isso? — Colocou a mão em seu peito, fingindo estar ofendido. — Além disso, eu ainda nem a conheci, não sei por que tanta preocupação.
— Assim que você a ver, você vai querer ela, S/n é seu tipo.— Mitch entrou na conversa.
— Meu tipo? — Styles Ficou intrigado.
— Tipo a garota dos seus sonhos. — Afirmou o amigo.
— Então por que não posso ficar com ela? — Fez um biquinho. — Por quê?
— Ela é minha priminha, só tem 21 anos, Harry! Só 21 anos, ela é muito nova para você, eu não quero que fique com ela. — Ela chegou mais perto, quase encostando o dedo indicador em seu rosto. — Promete!
— Tá! Tá! — Afastou a mão da amiga. — Eu prometo.
Mas Harry nunca foi bom em manter promessas, porque no instante que S/n passou pela porta o mundo pareceu estar em câmera lenta, ela era linda, com aquele sorriso encantador nós lábios, uma saia rosa curta, bota de cowboy, regata branca justa dando a perfeita visão de um belo decote, ele sabia que estava ferrado.
— Recomponha-se. — Mitch deu um belo cutucão em Harry, o trazendo-o de volta à realidade.
Ele a queria.
— Sarah.— A linda garota pulou nos braços de sua prima. — Mitch! — Seu namorado foi o próximo.
Calorosamente ela deu um aceno a todos que estavam ali e então se virou para o popstar.
— Olá, Harry, muito prazer. — Estendeu a mão.
— Oi! Eu sou o Harry, Harry Styles, Harry. — Ele estava nervoso?
— Oi, Harry. — Riu segurando a mão dele, balançando. — Eu sou a S/n.
— Sarah falou bastante de você.
— Espero que somente coisas boas.
— Ótimas. — Ele ainda continuava segurando a pequena mão.
— Então. — Sarah puxou sua prima para mais perto, a afastando de Harry. — Está com fome?
— Faminta, foi um voo longo até aqui.
— Vem, vou pegar algo para você.
— Tchau! Harry. — A garota sorridente deu uma picadinha.
Como ele iria sobreviver essa noite?
S/n era a própria fan girl, ela torceu e vibrou a cada música que Harry cantava, dançando e gritando como todas as outras garotas que estavam ali o venerando, mas tinha algo nela que fazia Harry se interessar ainda mais, talvez fosse o fato de Sarah proibi-lo de se quer pensar nela ou talvez seja por ela ser muito gostosa e qualquer um ficaria totalmente caidinho por seu olhar penetrante e sorriso inocente.
Pós-show, todos se reuniram no hotel onde estavam hospedados para um after. No bar, Harry estava sentado com seu segundo copo de isque na mão, seus olhos só acompanhando os movimentos de S/n, observando cada detalhe enquanto ela conversava com alguns membros da banda.
S/n podia sentir seu olhar, até porque Harry não estava nem disfarçando para olha-lá, isso a encorajou a ir ao encontro dele.
— Oi? — Com um leve sorriso, ela sentou-se ao lado dele.
— Oi! — Timidamente respondeu.
— Você está bem aí? Parece solitário.
— Estou bem. — Seu tom estava ríspido.
— Posso?— Ela pegou a bebida de sua mão. — Nunca provei uísque.
— Você não acha que é muito nova?
— Não seja puritano, Harry. — Ela sorriu, tomando um gole, olhando diretamente em seus olhos. — Não é tão ruim quanto pensava.
— Acho que já vou dormir, tenha uma ótima noite. — Foi se levantando quando a mão dela agarrou seu braço.
— Por que tem me evitado?
— Eu não tenho. — Mentiu.
Era o que Harry tem feito a noite toda, afinal ele queria ser um bom amigo para Sarah, mas S/n não facilitou nenhum um pouco para ele, então ficar longe dela e ser mal-humorado era a única opção.
— Você tem, sim, você não gostou de mim? — Fez um biquinho triste. — Eu fiz alguma coisa?
— Não, não é isso, não é nada. — Ele se atrapalhava nas palavras. — Eu gostei de você, você parece ser uma garota muito legal.
— Gostou? — O sorriso voltou a aparecer. — Se eu sou tão legal, por que você não me leva para outro lugar? — Mordeu os lábios.
— Sabe, eu e você, isso não pode acontecer.
— Direto. — Ela riu. — Calma, eu só queria me divertir um pouco, queria conhecer você melhor. — Soltou seu braço. — Sarah falou para ficar longe de mim? Por isso parece um gatinho assustado?
— Eu não estou assustado.
— Não? — Ela levantou-se aproximando-se de sua orelha, o coração de Harry começou a errar as batidas. — Relaxa, eu não vou agarrar você, só se quiser. — Sussurrou, um leve sorriso repousando em seus lábios.
— Pare de brincar comigo.
— E então, aonde vai me levar? — Continuou a provocação.
— Eu vou?
— Vai, eu sei que vai. — Pegou o copo em cima do balcão, tomando mais um gole com os olhos fixos nele.
— Se eu levasse, aonde iria querer ir?
— Me mostra seu quarto?
— Meu quarto? Acho que não é uma boa ideia.
— Ah! Vamos, eu só quero ver o que tem no quarto de hotel de um famoso popstar.
— Nada muito interessante, você não vai gostar.
— Me leva e aí eu te digo se gosto ou não.
— Somente ver?
— Eu prometo.
— Tudo bem — Harry disse enfim.
Ela era bem insistente e ele estava querendo saber onde isso poderia chegar.
Ambos se entreolharam enquanto as portas do elevador se fechavam, depois que Harry apertou o botão do andar. Um calor estava se espalhando pelo local. Styles parecia nervoso, o que era raro, afinal, ele sempre tomava iniciativa em uma relação. O frio na barriga se instalou nele até as portas se abriram. Ele foi o primeiro a sair, guiando-a para fora do elevador e pelo corredor luxuoso. Logo, aproximando-se de uma porta na qual ele passou um cartão e a abriu.
— Então é isso. — Deu espaço para ela entrar.
S/n entrou na suíte da cobertura, toda luxuosa, com grandes janelas do chão ao teto que ostentavam uma vista incrível.
— Uau! — Comentou antes de aproximar-se da janela. — Olha, está vista.— Logo depois, ela se acomodou na beira da grande cama.
O colchão era macio, lençóis de seda, S/n aproveitou e se jogou ali.
— Está gostando? — Harry se segurou para não se juntar a ela.
— Ainda não sei. — Fingiu, sentando-se. — Serve uma dose para mim? — Indicou a bandeja com uma garrafa de uísque no quarto.
— Tem certeza? É forte e você nunca tomou antes.
— Você pode tomar comigo então, não é? Assim, você não me deixa beber demais.
Três doses depois, ambos já pareciam meio altos, risos ficaram mais frouxos, o mundo mais devagar.
— Essa câmera é sua? — Ela ficou curiosa ao ver o objeto na cabeceira da cama.
— Sim.
— Posso ver?
— Claro.
Era uma Polaroid retrô, branca, bem bonita, parecia ser cara. S/n mexeu nela, tirando uma foto sem querer.
— Desculpe. — A foto borrada saiu logo em seguida. — Acho que não sei nem como mexer numa dessas.
Mas ela começou a se aventurar, sentou-se na ponta da cama e apontou para a vista. Outro clique, tirou algumas fotos de si mesma. Harry estava sentado em uma cadeira à sua frente bebendo, era uma pose perfeita para mais uma foto.
— Diga cheese. — A garota alertou antes de apertar o botão.
Com um sorriso sonolento Styles posou para foto, assim que a foto saiu, ela guardou para si mesma.
S/n estava determinada a provocá-lo, ela levantou a saia, tirando uma foto de sua calcinha. Assim que a fotografia saiu, ela caminhou em passos largos, indo até ele, inclinou-se, colocando a foto guardada em seu bolso.
— Para você.
— Não vai me deixar ver?— Questionou curioso.
— Você quer ver? — Mordeu os lábios, parando bem entre suas pernas.
— Sim.
S/n ergueu a saia até a cintura, deixando à mostra sua calcinha rosa. Bem na frente, estava escrito Harry Styles em vermelho.
— Gostou?
— Porra!— Engoliu em seco.
— Toque-me. — Implorou em um sussurro.— Eu quero que você me toque.
Harry deixou sua bebida de lado, suas grandes mãos tocaram em suas coxas, apertando-a.
— Não assim. — Bufou.
— Você queria que eu tocasse em você. — Harry fingiu-se de desentendido. — Estou fazendo o que você pediu.
— Você sabe que não foi isso que eu quis dizer.— Olhou para ele desapontada.
— Mas estou me divertindo só conversando com você.— Defendeu-se. — Você já sabe o que penso sobre nós.
— Você vai se divertir mais me fodendo, e você sabe disso.
Harry sorriu enquanto balançava a cabeça.
— Você devia parar de me provocar. — Avisou com uma intensidade em seus olhos.
— Oh! É sério? E o que acontece se eu continuar?
— Acho que você sabe o que acontece.— Ele não conseguiu esconder seu sorriso.
S/n, vagarosamente, foi descendo o zíper lateral de sua saia em frente ao Harry, até que a peça estivesse no chão.Os olhos dele a devoravam avidamente, todo seu corpo implorava por ela, uma necessidade de tê-la, mais do que qualquer outra coisa. As botas foram logo em seguida, sua blusa foi junto. Agora ela estava em sua frente somente de roupas íntimas.
Harry não conseguiu se segurar mais, passou o braço em volta de sua cintura, seus dedos longos e agarrando-a pelos quadris trazendo a para cima dele, S/n montou nele antes de unir seus lábios aos dele, ela não perdeu tempo a jogar seus braços sobre os ombros, jogando sua toca para longe agarrando seus cabelos, pressionando ainda mais lábios nos lábios macios e quentes.
Era fácil se perder naquele beijo, saboreando o gosto de isque em seus lábios, sua colônia amadeirada enchendo seus sentidos, a barba a fazer roçando em sua pele. O beijo estava tão intenso que enviava sensações de arrepios, as mãos dela serpentearam para dentro do moletom dele, puxando para cima.
— Apressadinha. — Riu, tirando a blusa, revelando seu abdômen tonificado.
— Você é muito gostoso.— Deixou escapar, enquanto seus dedos percorrem o tanquinho bronzeado.
Styles a puxou para outro beijo, desta vez mais lento, ele sugava suavemente seus lábios, descendo seus beijos desleixados em seu pescoço. Um pequeno “ai” surgiu nos lábios dela, quando Harry mordeu seu pescoço, sugando deixando algumas marcas.
A calcinha dela já estava molhada com o quão excitada estava, pelos movimentos que fazia no colo de Harry provavelmente havia uma pequena mancha de excitação em sua calça, ela só precisava um pouco de alívio, agarrou a mão dele e a empurrando entre as pernas, os dedos de Harry alcançaram seu clitóris vestido e ela não conseguiu segurar um gemido, balançando os quadris mais rápido.
— Você tem um gemido tão gostoso. — Murmurou baixinho em seu ouvido, apertando seu quadril.
— Porra, querido, não pare. — As últimas palavras foram abafadas pela boca de Harry.
Ele não cansava de beija-lá, senti-la se contorcendo contra ele, Harry estava com tanto tesão, ele precisava estar dentro dela.
— Eu preciso de você agora.— murmurou em seu ouvido, dando beijos em seu pescoço.
Ele a ergueu o suficiente para baixar suas calças até o calcanhar. Harry soltou um suspiro de alívio quando finalmente libertou seu pau dolorido. A camisinha que estava no bolso de trás pousou em suas mãos rapidamente, deslizando em seu pênis. Styles sabia que tinha um pau grande, então a deixou sentar devagar, deslizando para dentro tão lentamente que o fez gemer e jogar a cabeça para trás.
Novos gemidos preenchiam o quarto, cada vez que ela rolava os quadros sobre ele. Era tão bom ouvi-los, eles ainda eram mais doces em cima de seu pau.
Logo ela pegou o ritmo, subindo e descendo, mais rápido, foi nesse ponto que percebeu que Harry Styles não era quieto na cama. Aquela voz rouca ao pé do ouvido, implorando por mais, a estimulava a continuar.
— Quero ouvir você gemendo meu nome.— As mãos dele capturam suas bochechas. — Quando você geme, eu fico louco.
— Harry. — Sua voz era tão manhosa, ele quase gozou só de ouvi-la. — É tão bom sentir você dentro de mim, Harry. — Fechou os olhos com força.
As pernas dela começam a tremer, o som da sua boceta escorregadia na pele dele estava ficando cada vez mais alto.
— Desse jeito, eu não vou aguentar... Isso é tão boom. — Lagrimejou.— Quero estar olhando para você quando gozar. — Seu indicador ergueu o queixo dela, tornando quase impossível desviar o olhar. — Olhe para mim. — intimou.
Com a testa colada nele, seu olhar fixado nas grandes iris esverdeadas, S/n sentiu a euforia se aproximando, seu coração bateu mais rápido, respiração ficou ainda mais ofegante, pequenos gemidos escaparam de seus lábios trêmulo, foi difícil manter o contato visual quando seu corpo começou a se contorcer e o prazer intenso a tomou.
Ver a carinha dela de prazer acabou com ele, o orgasmo o atingiu sem nem mesmo dar tempo para segurá-lo, seu corpo trêmulo agarrou-a, os gemidos roucos em seu ouvido enquanto seu rosto estava enterrado em seus cabelos.
S/n desmoronou no peito de Harry. Ambos estavam exaustos, sonolentos, ainda tentando se recuperar.
— Eu adorei essa buceta. Você combina tão bem comigo. — Confessou, puxando para um beijo desleixado. — Acho que nunca fiquei com uma garota tão ousada como você.
— Eu só tinha uma chance, não podia desperdiçar —Seus olhos cansados sorriram para ele.
— Não se preocupe, bebê, eu vou colocar meu número no seu telefone e você me liga caso queira ter uma segunda.
— Olha, que eu ligo. — Riu ao brincar com os seus cabelos.
— Vou estar ansiosamente esperando por isso.
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harry styles “daddy” fics
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daddy issues (fkinavacado)
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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.
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Moans & Thighs
Summary: The one where Y/N asks Harry to ride his tiger.
Content warnings: high explicit sexual content, daddy kink, fluff.
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: i wrote this with long hair harry in mind, but feel free to imagine him however you want!
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“What do you want, princess? I can’t read your mind yet, so I need you to tell me with that pretty mouth of yours,” Harry softly chuckled, laid on the bed naked with Y/N sat straddle on him after round one.
His bare chest was tanned and full of dark ink as she rested her hands on it as a way to keep her balance, but also because she just couldn't keep her hands off of him.
“Thighs,” she replied, cautiously looking at him to see his reaction.
“Thighs? You want to ride my thighs?,” he asked, surprise papable in his voice as a smirk made its way to his lips.
“Yes, daddy,” she nodded, momentarily biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to try prevent her face from turning bright red. It worked.
She liked thighs, but his were something else: so pretty and so soft, but also strong enough to crash her between them whenever she was feeling extra horny and wanted it hard. She had a secret obsession with them that she was letting him know that night for the very first time. He had no idea about it, but she had fantasized a few times about rubbing her clit against them, and now, if he let her, she wanted to turn her wet dreams into reality.
“And why’s that? Why do you want my thighs so bad?” he softly asked again, passing a hand over her face and getting some locks of hair off of it so that he could look at her without impediments, “Tell me, babygirl.”
She stood silent for a moment, this time biting the inside of her other cheek, the previous one was hurting. She didn’t exactly understand why she was feeling so embarrassed, though; Harry was being so nice about it. Always was.
“I want them,” she quietly replied, “I really want them.”
His smirk was back on his face, enjoying the fact that she was so needy for him. Didn’t matter if it was his cock, his fingers or his thighs that she wanted, knowing she could be as desperate for him as he was always for her did things to his ego… and crotch.
“Fuck, go ahead.”
He then grabbed her by her hips and gently started moving her body from his lap to one of his legs, but it wasn’t the one she wanted.
“Daddy… The other one, please.”
His eyebrows lifted a bit, until he understood exactly what she meant. She wanted the tiger. That big animal head tattooed on the upper side of one of his legs that she always had the feeling it was staring at her whenever she topped or hid her pretty face between them.
“Didn’t know my baby had preferences,” he chuckled, as she accommodated herself on that one thigh.
Harry’s arms strongly wrapped around her waist, the palm of his hands falling down on her butt and resting on it. Hers, on the contrary, wrapped around the back of his neck to try help keep her balance once the fun would start, her boobs hanging just a few inches away from his chest.
“You’ve no fucking clue how hot you look right now, princess,” he spoke in her ear, his voice getting deeper and raspier like every time they got intimate. His voice alone did things to her, and he knew that, so he made sure to use it whenever she needed a little push, like in that moment.
It finally happened.
What she had been trying to avoid for the past minutes unfortunately happened: she blushed. Her cheeks turned a crimson red.
Oh, but she was doing so well… For a moment she really thought she could go through it all without blushing once.
Instead of pointing out her red cheeks, Harry moved his hand from its place and grabbed her chin in it, lifting her face enough to leave a steamy kiss on her lips, “Enjoy, babygirl.” He then put his hand where it previously was, and she took that as the sign to start rubbing herself against his skin.
She could hear his voice in the back of her mind saying: “Remember, princess: start soft and slow until you feel the pressure increasing”, the same words he had used the first time he helped her use a vibrator on her.
His advice worked back then, so why wouldn’t this time, too? The answer was simple: because the pressure on her lower stomach was already pretty big and uncomfortable by the time her lower lips slid back and forth on his thigh, so she had to quit that part and go straight forward to the next.
She increased the speed in which she was moving on top of him, making him smirk at the sight of her boobs bouncing up and down right in front of him. Fuck, they looked so good. She looked so good, and no matter how bad he wanted to turn her around on the mattress and please her himself, he knew she needed and wanted this. His grip only tightened on her bum, squeezing it enough to make her enjoy it, a soft moan escaping from her lips. The moment he heard it, Harry squinted his eyes close, cursing under his breath. That was it: he was hard.
Soon she felt his cock brushing against her leg, and momentarily stopped to look at it first, and then at him, in case he wanted any help down there. She was feeling so good riding his thigh that she wanted him to feel at least half as good.
“No. Keep going,” he demanded, not wanting her to stop. He could handle it himself.
His hand wrapped around his dick and he started jerking off to her little whimpers, but what he was enjoying the most was the way her wet pussy felt against his bare skin. He would have never thought something like that would drive him insane, but it did.
Meanwhile, her movements had only increased, her heart beating hard against her chest from all the cardio she was practicing that night. She unwrapped her arms from around the back of Harry’s neck and dug her nails on his back instead; he was so caught up on his own moment he didn’t flinch one bit. If he felt them, he didn’t show it. And if they hurt him, he didn’t say it.
Now that she was sat on his tiger, rubbing herself against it while searching for her orgasm, she felt empowered. She felt dominant; the beast was no longer above her, but under her.
“Baby,” he gasped, “How close are you?”
“Mm,” she managed to reply, gulping hard even though her mouth was dry. She couldn’t help but have her lips parted, unable to close them. The pleasure was so big and felt so good she didn’t even want to try close her mouth.
That sound she had made had no particular meaning for her, but it had for Harry. She was dripping wet, sweat-drops heavenly falling down her chest and her abdomen, and down to her pussy, making her skin look glowy under the dim light of the room.
“You’re dripping-, Oh, fuck,” he groaned again, her lips parting even more.
One more movement of his hand and one more of her hips, and they both cummed at the same time, Harry’s gutural moan echoing through the room as her sweaty forehead fell against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath.
Harry’s hand that had been squeezing her bum until then moved to the back of her neck, where he gave it a slight squeeze to let her know he was right there, his head falling against the headboard behind him. His eyes were still closed as his chest went up and down, which was even more sweaty than hers if possible.
“How was it?,” he asked her in a raspy voice, opening his eyes to look at her.
She nodded, her head still on his shoulder, “That was… Lived up to my expectations.”
Her words made him chuckle, “Should we add ‘you riding my tiger’ to the list of things we like, then?”
“Please,” she replied, still panting a bit.
She then pushed herself back enough to see the damage on Harry’s thigh. His skin was red and irritated, and his tattoo almost couldn’t be seen under all her cum. When he saw her looking down at his leg while her eyes widened, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It hurt so good, babygirl,” he assured her.
She proceeded to lean to her side and grab a few tissues from the small box on his nightstand to clean her mess off, which wasn’t little. Her juice was dripping down the sides of his leg, staining the bedsheets under it, too.
“No,” Harry quickly wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping her midway, “Leave it.”
He passed his index finger over the sticky substance and took it to his mouth, licking it clean. All while making direct eye contact with her. She wanted to ask him if it tasted good, if she tasted good, but was too caught up looking at him to do so. He repeated his previous actions, but instead of his lips, this time he took his finger to hers.
She then noticed his left hand was still dirty with his liquid from jerking off. She looked at it, then at him, while his green emeralds pierced her face trying to read her facial expression and learn about her next move.
She gently grabbed his wrist and lifted his hand up to her mouth, his index finger sticking out enough for her to lick it the moment it brushed against her lips. Harry gulped hard when she did so, wanting to curse out loud for how extremely attractive and hot she looked whenever she did that.
“Do you like how I taste, princess?”
She nodded, taking his finger out of her mouth, “I always do.”
He licked another one, before grabbing her by her hip and pulling her to him, collapsing his lips against hers after not having kissed them in a couple of minutes. They had just savoured each other individually, but both their tastes mixed together… God, that was something else.
“You definitely have me wrapped around your finger,” he admitted a few seconds later, their faces close to one another as his clean hand gently caressed her cheek, “Do not play dirty with me, please.”
“I won’t,” she softly replied, a small smile growing on her face, “Only in bed.”
He chuckled, shaking his head a bit and snuggling it in the crook of her neck. She lifted her hand enough to caress the back of his hair, stroking his beautiful, messy, dark curls.
“Shower?,” she mumbled, regretting it the second the words slipped out of her mouth. She was incredibly comfortable right there, next to him, taking pleasure in the closeness and calm they were experiencing.
“In a moment, baby. Let me enjoy this a bit longer.”
> Part 2
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Take daddy
permise: according to harry you were a distraction and now you have to be punished
pairing: DOM! harry styles x f!reader /one shot/
warnings: smut- contains daddy kink, praise kink, oral sex [male receiving], unprotected sex, fingering, vibrator using, degradation, overstimulation, swearing
word count: 2186
English it’s not my first language so if there are any mistakes here I’m so sorry.
I hope you’ll enjoy it
You were sitting with Harry in his dressing room watching him get ready for the performance. There was a slight sigh as you lay down on the little couch.
-’’Everything okay my love?’’- his caring voice echoed in your ears.
-’’Yeah, I’m just bored. We’ve been here for almost 2 hours and I don’t do anything except staring at people who style your hair or make you look more attractive.’’
-’’I’m sorry... Is there anything I could do to make my baby feel better?’’- he sat down next to you.
-’’Actually...’’- you started crawling helplessly towards him.- ‘’there is a few things...’’- you straddled him and began to place gentle kisses against his neck.
-’’Ohh darling you know we can't now.’’
-’’But I would like to taste you so much."'
-’’So desperate and needy for my cock huh?’’- you gasped softly in response. You couldn’t stand the pain between your legs anymore and started rubbing against Harry's hardening cock. His big hands rest on your ass to stop your movements.
-’’Look at yourself... so greedy and begging for me. You gotta be patient darling. Daddy can't fuck you stupidly right now. I know my filthy baby has needs but you have to wait a little longer okay?’’
-’’But I wanna feel you inside of me.’’- you whispered in his ear.
-’’I know but don't worry baby daddy will fuck this little pussy later.’’- with these words, he left you alone in the room.
A moment later you went to the area where you could watch his performance. You liked being able to watch everything from a place that wasn't too crowded. All the time you were only thinking about how badly you want to be ruined by Harry. You imagined his muscular body hovering over yours. His hands touching every part of you, avoiding that one area where you need him the most.
You loved how comfortable and at ease he felt on stage. Sometimes too at ease... His constant glances at you were overwhelming. You didn't have a moment of peace because Harry wanted to make sure you were watching him all the time. And it was so. You couldn't take your eyes off his perfectly sculpted tall figure. The way he moved made you shiver. His exposed chest with a visible golden cross rising with every inhalation, hands adorned with massive rings, hips moving to the beat of each new song. It was all driving you crazy.
Time passed and your excitement continued. Harry saw you writhing and you couldn't stand still. He knew he was the cause of it. That was pleasure for him to teasing you so much. This man knew exactly what and when to do to make you more needy every moment. It was only a few seconds, and it seemed to be an eternity because of the intensity with which he licked his fingertips, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.
-’’Holy shit.’’- you said silently.
...
When you got home you went upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. You left the door open so Harry could easily follow you. Suddenly you felt hands on your waist.
-’’You think I forgot about you, huh?’’- he said in the crease of your neck.- ‘’You were such a unbearable brat today.’’
-’’I was unbearable? With all due respect, it wasn't me who acted like I was horny and sexually frustrated in front of thousands of people all evening.’’
-’’What did you just say?’’- his tone changed to a little more firm.- ‘’Ohh {your name} you are so rude to me. If I were you, I would be careful about the words that come out of those pretty mouth. You don't want to make daddy more angry hmm?’’
-’’man go fuck yourself”- you came out of the bathroom straight into your bedroom. Why did he have to be so dominant? You were annoyed by his confidence at times, but on the other hand, it was so appealing.
Suddenly Harry blocked your way with his body. He just glared at you with rage and lust.
-’’on your knees’’
Silence filled the room. You did as he said. You had a perfect view of his bulge. His dick was begging to get out of his pants.
-’’Why don’t you use those pretty dirty mouth to make daddy feel good huh?’’
You helped him take off his clothes by leaving little kisses on his body. Now he only had a pair of black boxer shorts with cute white buttons in front of you. You started to stroke him gently. Harry at the sensation slightly tilted his head back, suppressing a groan at the same time. You slowly pulled the soft material off his hips. His huge cock popped out hitting his stomach. You actually drooled at the sight of what he was in need. You took the tip of it in your mouth and licked off thoroughly all the pre cum that was there. You spat in your hand and began to slowly pump his length. You licked his whole cock while listening to Harry's guttural low moans. Why not tease him a little?
-’’Why did you stop?’’- he asked clearly nervous.
-’’I don't know ... I guess I just got bored.’’- you loved to tease him like this. You wanted him to get angry and treat you like his dirty little slut you were.
-’’I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth right now so you better open them.’’- you nodded gently at no in response. You were staring straight into his eyes, in which rage settled.
-’’Okay then, I’m done with this shit get up.’’- he pulled you onto the bed, hovering over you. He began to take off your clothes, placing messy and wet kisses on your body. You couldn't get anything out of yourself except a little pathetic moans. When you were already in the only soaked panties, he began to look at you lustfully.
-’’My poor baby, you've been waiting all day for daddy to take care of you, right?’’- you replied with a desperate groan.- ‘’C’mon let's get rid of that hm?’’- he took off your little panties and tossed them on the corner of the bed.- ‘’Spread your legs and show me that needy little pussy. Let me take care of all this mess.’’
-’’mhmm’’
-’’Use your words darling.’’
-’’Daddy I want you to make me feel good.’’
He immediately put his two long fingers into you and began hitting your favorite spot hard while gently rubbing your clit. He leaned to kiss you passionately. You grabbed his face gently, thereby showing him not to stop. He added one more finger and started pumping faster. The sounds of thrusting his finger in and out of you in hard motions echoed throughout the room. It didn't take long for you to feel like you were cumming.
-’’Daddy I need to...’’
-’’Not yet.’’
-’’I can't stop it!’’
-’’Darling if you cum by now daddy will be mad and believe me you will regret it.’’- these words made you want to cum even more, and a wave of pleasure flooded your body. Your legs trembled with the pleasure you experienced and your chest rise as you calmed your breath. He noticed your condition and started reaching out towards the nightstand.
-’’Wha... what are you looking for?’’
-’’I told you that if you cum you gonna regret it my love.’’- you looked curiously at what he was looking for. After a while you saw your vibrator in his hand.
-’’Ow...’’- you sighed slightly.
-’’Something's wrong my love?’’
-’’No, it’s fine.’’
-’’Come here.’’- Harry pulled you onto his lap. You were sitting on his lap now, with your back against his chest.
-’’Spread your legs for me baby.’’- you hesitantly did what he told you to do, first putting one leg and then the other to the side. As you sat on Harry like that, you could feel his fully hard dick now rubbing against your soaked pussy. You had a perfect view of the shape of his cock in boxer shorts. Harry lightly pressed the vibrator to your pussy and you instinctively pulled your legs towards you.
-’’You think I don't know what you do with it when I'm not home? You think it's easy for me to be outside thinking you're playing with your little pussy without my permission?’’
-’’I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to disappoint you...’’
-’’Ohh of course you didn't want to darling but now it's too late to apologize.’’- he said and then turned on the vibrator and pressed it against your throbbing clit.
Your barely enduring pussy throbbed with every second, getting more and more wet at Harry's thighs.
-‘’I can't, it's too much.’’
-’’Of course you can baby. Show your daddy how pretty you can squirt.''- you gave him little moans and sighs in response. You weren't able to put a sentence correctly because of the pleasure he was giving you.
-’’Such a needy little slut for me.’’- he spoke leaving wet kisses down your neck. You knew that he would probably leave a few hickeys there, showing by that you’re his and only his.
-”H... I think I’m close...”- you cummed hard soaking Harry's fingers and thighs in the process. He rested his head on your shoulder and admired your pussy.
-’’Look what a mess you made baby hmm??’’- he looked at you a moment longer, then put the vibrator down in the corner of the bed. He took you off his lap and put you on the sheets.
-’’Get comfortable darling we're not finished yet.’’
He took off his boxer shorts, releasing his swollen cock. Every time you had sex you wondered how a dick can be so pretty and so huge. The shape, the veins all the way, how thick it was, everything about his cock was so appealing. Harry scrambled over your body, leaving kisses on your tits while tugging at your nipples.
-’’You look so pretty under me you know?’’- he said looking into your eyes with a slight smile. You blushed cutting eye contact. You grabbed his hand gently stroking it, letting him know you liked his compliments. Harry directed his fingers towards the inside of your thighs, gently rubbing your soft skin. He used his fingertips to part your legs very slowly, thus giving himself access to your throbbing pussy.
-’’So wet and ready for me.’’
He pushed his cock in, giving you time to adjust to his length. As you squeezed his hand to signal that he could move on, he slowly began to push his dick further.
-’’Please faster...’’
-’’I have to tire you a little.’’- he said, softly laughing at your reaction.
As you asked, he started to pick up the pace with each passing moment. He came to the point where with inhuman speed he pushed and shoved his cock out of your cunt. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. You felt so good having Harry inside you.
-’’You're so good with daddy's dick.’’- a delicate sigh left your mouth at his words.- ‘’so tight, all mine...’’
His harsh and hard thrusts made you feel him deep inside of your pussy. You groaned louder each time he hit harder on you.
-’’Atta girl you're doing so good.’’- because of his constant praise everything started to pile up and your pussy tightened around his cock.
-’’C’mon baby I want to hear you calling out my name.’’
-’’Harry please fuck me like that...’’- moments after these words you both cummed and you felt sperm pouring out in your pussy.
He made a few more sloppy thrusts and fell against your body, hugging your chest. You stuck your hand in his soft curls, slowly stroking them with your fingertips. You scratched his head a little and he rose slightly on his elbows. He pushed back the strands of hair that stuck to your face while stroking your cheek.
-’’Alraight girl let's wash you a little.’’- he got up and headed to the bathroom for a towel. When he came back he gently spread your legs and began cleaning up all the mess he had made.
-’’This is awkward...’’- you said, gently starting to close your legs.
-’’Why? What's awkward about wanting to take care of my beautiful girlfriend?’’- he smirked.
-’’whatever...’’- you smiled at his compliment.
When he finished cleaning you, he kissed your inner thigh.
-’’thanks’’- you said silently.
Harry laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms.
-’’Wasn’t I too harsh?’’- he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
-’’No, you were perfect.’’
-’’{your name}?’’
-’’yeah?’’
-’’I love you.’’
-’’I love you more.”
-’’Now go to sleep, you need to get some rest.’’- he said, taking your hand in his and kissing it.
-’’Goodnight Harry.’’
-’’Goodnight darling.’’
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Pleasing (jealous blurb)
In which another waiter flirts with y/n, and Harry gets really jealous.
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Y/n stands in front of Harry, dressed in an oversized apron and a silly little chef's hat that she’d found discarded in his pantry.
“Tonight,” Harry announces, “we’re going to make a simple honey-garlic glazed salmon, served on white rice with a side of roasted vegetables. Do you have all your ingredients prepared?”
His kitchen island is covered with all the necessary materials that she might need for the cooking session that Harry’s planned for them. “Yes, chef!” she salutes.
Considering how he’s one of the world’s best chefs and she’s a college student who only ever goes into her kitchen to boil water for her cup of noodles… he thought it’d be cute if he planned a little cooking lesson for her. He’s chosen a meal on the rather simple side – fish is quick to cook and takes very little prepping, and rice is a food that even a child could make. Paired with a healthy variety of vegetables, this is the perfect meal that he thinks y/n should learn to cook for herself so that she wouldn’t be living off of frozen meals anymore.
He rolls his eyes at her silly behavior. “This isn’t Hell’s Kitchen, puppy.”
“I dunno,” she contemplates. “You’re giving Gordon Ramsey vibes right now.”
“Except m’not gonna yell at you and make you cry.” He steps forward and cups her face tenderly, looking into her pretty eyes, his gaze filled with adoration and care. “Just want you to be able to make yourself something other than a frozen pizza.”
She smiles cutely, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. His eyes flutter shut momentarily, reveling in her soft kiss. “You’re so sweet,” she murmurs against his lips. “M’ready to learn. Tell me what to do.”
He pulls away. “Preheat the oven to 425. Do you know how to do it, or do you want me to show you?”
She rolls her eyes. “I know how to turn on an oven.”
“Hey miss sassy, just asking!” He steps back in surrender. “I’ll get the vegetables ready while you do that, then.” He grabs their carrots, cauliflower, zucchini, and sweet potatoes (all veggies that y/n had picked out when they’d gone grocery shopping together), and runs them under the water to rinse them clean.
Meanwhile, y/n stands in front of his oven, a furrow between her brows. In her shitty little kitchen at her apartment, the oven just has one panel where you enter the temperature you want, and then a single button to “Start.” Harry, however, has two ovens stacked on top of each other, with a bunch of complicated settings. Did it matter if they used the top oven or the bottom oven? Were they baking or broiling? Convection on or off?
“Um, Harry…” She looks at him helplessly, tail between her legs. “I don’t know how to work this.”
He shakes his head and chuckles, drying the rinsed vegetables off. “I thought you knew how to turn an oven on?”
“Okay well your oven is stupid and fancy,” she gripes, crossing her arms as he saunters towards her cockily.
He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder so that his front presses against her back as he adjusts the settings. One of his hands rests gently on her shoulder as he murmurs in her ear, “Press top oven, then bake. Then you press start once and put in 425, then press it again and it’ll start heating up.”
She grumbles once more, Harry hovering behind her with a satisfied smirk. “What next?”
“Need to cut the vegetables.”
“Okay, I can do that!”
“No, no…” Harry stops her as she reaches for the huge knife that he’d set out on the cutting board. This knife is meant for professionals, sharp enough to cut through a piece of paper in midair. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
She pouts at him. “Harryyy,” she whines. “Let me help!”
“You are helping! You can make the sauce right now, baby, that’s the most important part,” he coos reassuringly, “Let me do the cutting though, don’t want you to cut your fingers or anything. The knife is just a bit too big for you.” He presses a soft kiss to her fingertips as he says it, re-emphasizing how delicate and precious she is to him. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she agrees softly. She can’t help but melt into a puddle when he takes that soft tone with her, talking down to her sweetly and making her feel all fuzzy inside. Of course she’ll listen to him! Especially when he kisses her fingertips so softly like that!
“Good girl,” he praises. “Can you get the honey and mix it with some lemon juice?”
She nods, mixing the ingredients into one bowl and whisking them until the honey is no longer as thick and sticky as it initially was, watered down by the acidic lemon juice. She looks at Harry expectantly, who’s cutting the carrots into bite sized pieces at the cutting board, waiting for the next instructions. “I put some butter to melt in the microwave,” he says, “could you take it out and add it to your sauce?”
She does that as well, then adds some garlic and pepper flakes as instructed by Harry, whisking it together until she has a rich sauce sitting in front of her.
“That’s gonna be for the salmon, so you can set it to the side for now.” He brings a big bowl of chopped vegetables and sets it in front of y/n. “Now we’ve got to toss these with some oil so it doesn’t burn in the oven. And some seasoning, obviously.” He lets y/n add the salt and pepper, and adds a generous drizzle of oil, before showing y/n how to toss it all together so that each piece gets evenly coated. Then, together they spread the veggies out on the baking tray. By this point the oven has preheated all the way, and is ready for the veggies to go in.
“Let me do it,” y/n says when Harry opens the oven.
He looks at her hesitantly, but she pouts up at him with her cute, puppy dog face. The one that gets her whatever she wants, the one Harry can’t say no to. “Fine. But wear some oven mitts.”
After the veggies go in the oven, Harry does most of the remaining work. He massages their salmon fillets with the sauce that y/n made (which he makes sure to compliment, tasting a bit of the sauce and telling her how yummy it is and how nicely she made it), then puts them on a baking pan right underneath the veggies. “We put the vegetables in first because they need 40 minutes in the oven, more or less. The fish, however, needs to come out of the oven in exactly 15 minutes, or else it’ll be dry. Got it?”
She nods from where she’s positioned herself on his kitchen counter, watching him wash his hands. He slots himself to stand between her legs, hands resting on her spread thighs. “What do you think?” he asks, “Easy enough to make on your own?”
She wraps her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I think I could do it. Don’t think it’ll be as good as when you make it though,” she pouts.
He kisses her cheek. “I’ll always cook for you when we’re together. This is only for when I’m away. What did you eat when I was in Milan?”
“Um… a lot of bagels. And dino nuggets.”
He holds in his gag, imagining the sad, soggy nuggets that she must’ve been having for dinner when he wasn’t there to make her gourmet meals. “Exactly. You need to be able to make yourself some nutritious meals for when I’m not here to cook for you.”
Her fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, staring up at him sweetly. She can’t believe she somehow snagged a guy who cared this much about her, who would spend his weekend teaching her how to cook vegetables so that she had something healthy to eat when he wasn’t with her.
She’s just about to lean in for a kiss when her phone rings, interrupting their little moment. Harry steps away from his spot between her legs, letting her hop down from the counter and rush to her phone.
“Hi!!,” she says to whoever’s on the other side of the phone, one of her friends from college from what he can tell. Her voice is sweet and sugary, like always.
Harry leans on the counter, crossing his arms across his chest as he watches her with a fond smile. She bites mindlessly at her cuticles as she listens to what her friend is telling her, and he stops himself from walking over to pull her hand away from her mouth. Her nail biting habit is one that he’s trying to break, not a fan of the way she sometimes makes her pretty hands bleed from how often she bites at them.
“When are you going?” y/n asks on the phone, pacing from one side of the kitchen to the other. “Today? Oh… no, I don’t think I can come. I’m…um, I’m at my friend's house.” She stutters over her words as she tries to figure out how to word it, very clearly avoiding name dropping Harry, or even hinting that she’s at a guy’s house.
It makes Harry’s brows furrow. She’s at her friend’s house? Friend? He doubts she gets on her hands and knees and begs to get fucked by her other friends.
In his head, they were in a relationship. She was his, and he was hers. No questions asked.
He cares for her quite deeply, if it wasn’t obvious, and for the most part believed that she felt the same way. So he wonders… why would she avoid calling him more than just a friend? Did her friends even know that she was seeing someone, or did she not even want to call whatever they have going on as “seeing each other?”
The oven timer goes off before he can question her about it.
A conversation for later, he supposes.
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“Hey, y/n!”
Harry’s ears perk up when he hears her name, being called from down the hallway.
“What’s up, Jason?” she responds, bright and bubbly. She’s always like that at work, no matter how dragging her shift may be. He thinks that’s why the staff like her so much – she’s a drop of sunshine right in the middle of their restaurant.
“How are you doing?” he asks, smiling down at her and crossing his arms in a way that he hopes makes his biceps bulge attractively. Jason is another one of the waiters at Pleasing, a college student just like y/n. They’d once bonded over the fact that they go to the same university, but he majors in business, which is completely unrelated to what she studies.
“Oh, good! Same old, same old,” she huffs cheerily, waving her hand in the air as if she were waving away her troubles. “V’got a huge party coming in at 8, you know how that is.” Having a table of seven people is always a struggle… larger parties tend to stay at the restaurant for up to 4 hours, ordering a bunch of extra drinks and sweets until they’re practically kicked out of the restaurant. Y/n dreads the thought of how much she’ll be running around, trying to keep up with seven people’s orders, and how late she’ll be stuck here. If they’re coming in at 8… christ she might not get home until 1 in the morning. She wonders if Harry’ll be willing to wait for her so that they could still drive home together.
“Damn, that sucks,” Jason hisses sympathetically. “You know… how about I talk to Alfredo and see if we could switch tables?”
“Oh, don’t be silly Jason! You’re basically done for tonight, didn’t you just get the bill for your last table?”
“I mean– yeah, but I insist.” He smiles down at her charmingly, “you work so hard, I think you deserve to go home early tonight, yeah? Let me take care of your tables.”
Harry decides he’s heard enough. He stands from his desk, brows furrowed and steps out into the hallway, where he sees his y/n, smiling up at this silly college boy. It grinds his gears, jaw clenching and fingers fisting at his sides.
“Jason. Y/n.” he snaps. Their smiles are instantly ripped off their faces, the two employees straightening up as soon as they hear Harry’s stern voice. “What are we standing around for? Don’t you have tables to attend to?”
“Apologies, chef,” Jason says, at the same time y/n murmurs out a soft, “Sorry Mr. Styles.” She looks at him sadly, seemingly wounded by the harsh tone of his voice, and it takes everything in him not to melt at the sight of her sad puppy eyes.
“Get back to work,” he grits out harshly, turning on his heel.
He steps into his office, and slams the door behind him.
“What a miserable old prick, am I right?” Jason murmurs to y/n to lighten the moment, when he thinks Mr. Styles can no longer hear them. She doesn’t respond.
Harry doesn’t know how to interpret her silence.
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There’s a quiet, timid knock at Harry’s office door.
“Mr. Styles?” Y/n steps in nervously, shutting the door behind her.
Harry looks up momentarily, then back down at his paperwork. He ignores her.
“Harry?” she tries again. Again, he says nothing. His brows are furrowed as harshly scribbles something out on his paper, but it’s not his usual concentrated furrow. He seems upset.
“What’s wrong?” she pries, stepping closer to his desk. When he once again doesn't even glance up at her, she huffs. “Why are you ignoring me?”
He stops writing, his blue pen halting mid-word on his paper, before speaking slowly. “How do you think I feel, when I see you entertain that stupid boy’s flirting?”
She pouts, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Flirting? I… I haven’t been flirting with anyone?” she says quizzically, confused by this random accusation.
He scoffs, finally looking up at her. “I know you’re not that stupid, puppy.”
She blinks at him, still confused.
“That boy– Jason.” he grumbles. “He’s so clearly flirting with you.”
“Jason?” she asks again.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it.”
“I– well… he’s just being nice,” y/n explains, as if Harry’s a child throwing a tantrum. “You’re overreacting.”
He blinks at her, processing her words. Overreacting. As if everyone in the kitchen hasn't noticed the way Jason stares at y/n's ass whenever she bends down, or how he's always falling behind on his tables trying to talk to her! Could she really not have noticed?
He shakes his head in disbelief. “Fine, whatever.” He looks back down at his paperwork.
The audacity of this man, she thinks to herself, to ignore her like a fucking five year old. “He offered to cover my tables, that’s it–” she continues to explain, but he cuts her off.
He holds in the urge to explode. “I dropped it,” he grits out instead. “I suggest you do the same.”
In his head, he's envisioning every single way that Jason's ever looked at y/n weirdly, all the instances in which Jason's flirted with her, asked her if she has a boyfriend. But, if she’s going to ignore the way Jason was smiling at her, standing so close to her, offering to do favors for her... then there’s no point in him trying to fight it.
He’s just a friend to her, anyways.
“Leave me. I have work to finish,” he mutters coldly.
He starts writing, and she feels her heart break a little bit.
“Yes sir,” she murmurs, voice thick as she steps out of his office.
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The rest of her shift is dull.
Jason doesn’t end up taking her table, since Mr. Styles had yelled at them and scared him off, so she’s up on her feet, constantly buzzing from the dining room to the kitchen, heart heavy with every step.
Every time she goes down the hallway, past Harry’s office door, she feels resentment building up in her chest. How dare he? Accuse her of flirting with someone else, when she was literally just doing her job, then ignoring her and kicking her out of his office like she’s some stray puppy annoying him for some food.
God, the fucking nerve! Was she supposed to just stop being nice to people to appease Harry’s jealousy? How could anyone in their right mind think offering to cover someone’s tables is a method of flirting?
“Psst.” She’s snapped out of her rage by Grace poking at her shoulder. “Jason wanted me to give you this.”
She looks down at the small piece of paper Grace holds out to her. “What is it?” She opens it up, and finds 10 digits written down in scrawny, boyish handwriting. A phone number.
Grace smiles at her teasingly. “He asked me if you’re single. He’s super into you, said he’s been trying to drop hints ever since you got hired but you’re always too busy to notice.”
Oh, she realizes, heart dropping. Harry was right.
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She stays behind after the restaurant closes, hoping to get a moment alone with Harry. He hasn’t left his office at all tonight, not even to check on the chefs when one of them burnt some bread in the toaster. As everyone packs up their stuff, closes up their stations, and leaves, y/n stays in the staff room.
Only once everyone has left does she head to his office.
The light from under his door is the only thing lighting up the dark hallway. She knocks softly, but enters without waiting for him to say “come in.”
He looks up, slightly startled. He thought he was the only one left in the building. His tense shoulders relax when he realizes it’s just y/n.
His hair is mussed, curly tendrils sticking every which way as if he’d been raking his fingers through it every five minutes, tugging at his roots frustratedly. “What is it?” he asks. His eyes are red and stressed too… he’s never looked this tired.
“Jason asked me out,” she says, fingers wringing behind her back nervously. Harry freezes. His shoulders tense and his heart stops.
“Oh.” He puts his pen down and looks up at her. “Are you going to say yes?” he asks lightly, no indication of the turmoil in his stomach.
“Jesus Harry,” she breathes, confused and shocked by his words. “No, why would I? Why would you even think that?”
He shrugs. “Makes more sense for you to be dating a college kid. Someone who goes to school with you, who you can tell your friends about.” His words slowly reveal his insecurities, that he’s older than her, boring and something that she might be ashamed of. “Better than dating some miserable old prick, isn’t it?”
“Harry…” she trails off softly. “I’m– I’m not the slightest bit interested in Jason. Or anyone else.” She looks up at him with round eyes, her voice growing shy, “only… only you.”
“Well then, why–” he cuts himself off, trying to formulate his words in his head. He shakes his head at himself, frustrated, and stares at the table. ““The other day, when you were at mine… you told your buddies that you were at a ‘friends’ house.” He looks up at her sadly, “It was like you were trying to keep us a secret. Like you didn’t want them to know you were… seeing someone.”
Her breath hitches in her throat as he continues, “If you don’t want t’tell your friends, then how am I supposed to know that we’re… exclusive? It made me feel like– like you didn’t think this was as serious as I did.”
“No,” she breathes, “no, you’ve got it all wrong.”
She walks around his desk to stand in front of him. He rolls his chair back, and she situates herself on his lap, straddling him and holding onto his face. “I didn’t tell them because… well we just haven’t talked about it, have we?” Her eyes flicker with insecurity as she rubs her delicate fingers over his cheekbones, his stubble rough against the skin of her pretty hands. “Because… well what if I went around telling people that I’m your girlfriend, and you didn’t want that? What if I’m just some clingy kid who just self-proclaimed myself as your girlfriend?”
He holds her wrist gently, keeping her hands pressed against his cheek. “Baby...” he murmurs delicately.
“I was worried that maybe you didn’t want to call it the same thing I did,” she continues sadly. “I– I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“Puppy… I thought you knew,” he cups her jaw and looks into her eyes so earnestly that she feels her heart swell. “Thought you knew that you’re mine, that m’obsessed with you.” He nudges his nose against hers softly, “Don’t care what you call it, as long as you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers back with a smile. “Nobody else’s.”
“I… I got so sad when I saw him flirting with you,” he admits shyly. “Thought he was gonna steal you away.”
“I’m sorry, I should’ve–”
“S’not your fault, puppy. You’re too sweet to even notice it, always wanna see the best in people.” He chuckles to himself warmly, caressing her cheek softly, “precious little thing.”
“Well, if it helps,” she says, leaning her face towards his touch, “I texted him and said I’m not interested. Told him that I’m seeing someone,” her eyes glimmer happily, “and that it’s pretty serious.”
His eyes grow warm and a grin spreads on his face, “good… yeah, that’s good.” With one hand cupping her jaw and another on her waist to hold her steady on his lap, he leans in for a kiss, slotting their lips together and fluttering his eyes shut.
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When they get home, it’s all soft touches and warm words.
He’s so happy, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach at the idea that y/n is his… that she’s his girlfriend, or whatever you want to call it. It’d been so long since he felt like this, so long since he’d been in a serious, real relationship. It made him giddy. He felt like he was 12 years old, kissing a girl for the first time all over again.
He pulls her into his bedroom before she even has the chance to put her stuff down, taking her bag from her and stripping her of her clothes. He unbuttons her blouse slowly, kissing her softly as he fiddles with each button, and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He guides her hands up to his shirt, so that she could do the same– undress him, kiss him, run her hands up and down his bare chest the way he’s doing to the soft skin of her back.
He places her on his bed gently, hovers over her and kisses all over her, just worshiping her. He kisses her face, her cheeks, her lips, down her neck, over her breasts, and along her stomach. He kisses her core, licks and sucks somehow romantically, until she’s cumming on his tongue, whimpering his name softly and arching her back towards him. Her hands touch all over his body, skimming over his muscular back and gripping his shoulders as he comes back up to kiss her.
He lines himself up with her, and pushes in one smooth, gentle stroke. Her legs wrap around his hips, and he rocks into her, moaning into her mouth and breathing heavily against her neck.
“Fuck baby,” he whispers, “You’re mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to look at.” She moans delicately, opening her eyes and staring up at him with rose-clouded vision. “Say it– tell me you’re mine,” he whimpers.
“Yours,” she whines, “all yours.”
When he cums, he cums inside of her, spurting into her in long, thick streaks that fill her to the brim. He moans softly into her neck, shuddering on top of her, and she caresses her fingers through his hair, kissing all over his face until he pulls out. They lie next to each other, and in her sleepy haze, she whispers out his name.
“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine too?” she asks, eyes wide.
He turns towards her and brushes her hair out of her face, “That’s exactly what that means sweetheart.” He kisses her sweetly. “M’all yours."
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✰ baby honey ✰ #3 (dom!harry)
Harry fucks you a bit too hard, sending you crashing into your sub space.. but he doesn’t notice. dom!Harry concept
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warnings/tags: Harry x reader, dom!harry, smut, mature situation, praise kink, daddy kink, daddy!harry, aftercare, fluff
a/n: I have sooo many writings for this pairing, so here’s a quick one! 🧡
His groans were echoing in the room as he slammed his cock deep inside of you. His rough hands were gripping your hips, pushing down on you as he moved. Whimpers fell out of your mouth in between moans, but he wasn’t really acknowledging them. Your face was pressed against the mattress, slobber dripping down on the sheets as you lay with your mouth open.
“Fuck, baby. Such a fucking tight pussy.” He grunted, hand smacking down on your ass suddenly, making you wince at the sharp pain.
“Ha-Harry, gonna cum.” You warn as a ripple of pleasure began to roll through you.
“Cum on my cock, baby. Cum good for me.” He encouraged, hips pounding into yours.
It was hard to take breaths as your eyes rolled back, back arching into the bed as he held your waist tight. He was supporting his weight above you, hips smacking into your body.
“Ha-Harry.”
You came hard. Stars filled your eyes and you felt dizzy as your legs flopped on either side of him, hands squeezing the sheets. You could feel the wetness gush out of you, all over his cock. Your nerves were shot and within seconds your body was limp. You relaxed your arms and legs, still feeling him slide deep into you. Your spine twitched as he shoved his length all the way in, holding it as he shot cum into you. You whimpered when he gently pulled half way out, cum still spurting from his tip. He pushed back in, groans leaving his throat as he filled you up. After a few more ropes of cum, you were overflowing with pleasure and his release.
He held his cock inside of you for a moment, heaving breaths filling the room. You were spent, completely worn out. Harry was kneading your ass cheeks, waiting until he started to soften before dragging out of you. He did slowly, painfully. You winced as his tip pulled out of your entrance - leaving you empty now. He moaned at the sight of your fucked cunt. His cum began to drip out of your hole, rolling down your slit. He wanted to rub his finger all in it then feed it to you, but he didn’t want to ruin the visual.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful.. and got such a pretty pussy.. all filled with my cum.” He mumbled, still breathing heavily. “Love it when you take my cum.. such a good girl.”
You let out a shaky breath, hand blindly searching for him. He noticed and took hold of your wiggling fingers. You let him hold onto your palm. You didn’t care how, you just needed to feel him.
“Haven’t fucked you so hard in a while, babe.” He slapped your ass, chuckling as he heard you gasp. “Might’ve been too rough.. got little bruises already.” His fingers tapped the area he had been squeezing for so long.
“I..”
He didn’t hear you. “Fuck you’re gorgeous.. your pussy so pink.. puffy.. love it when I fuck you, yeah? Cute little cunt.. s’my favorite thing.”
As much as you adored hearing the praise, you were entirely too out of your head to react to it. You needed him to comfort you, not try to rail you again, even if it was just his words he was using this go around. Your heart was racing, your stomach was turning flips. You needed his hand, his touch on you somewhere, some how. You mustered up some strength, hoping he’d notice you.
You weakly squeezed his hand. “Can..”
“Hm?” He leaned down some to hear you better. “What do you need, baby?”
“You.”
“Need me how?”
You grunted, irritated that he couldn’t tell. “Wan’ cuddles.”
He hadn’t really realized how fucked out you were, until your soft voice filled the air. Your request was simple and innocent, and it made him finally notice that you needed him in a much different way. He licked his lips, glancing down at your pussy.
He smiled. “Want me to clean you first?”
You shook your head. “No.. wanna be full.”
“Cuddles it is then, baby.”
He moved beside you, laying down and dragging you closer. You sighed as you snaked your arms around his torso and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He was sweaty from the intense fucking he did, but you didn’t care. He smelled like him, and that’s what you wanted - him.
“Talk to me.”
He chuckled a little. “About what?”
“Dunno.. just wanna hear you.”
His hand squeezed your hip, the other one messing with your hair. “Did you like it?”
“Mhm.”
“Yeah? You did good. Always do so good.” He pecked your head. “My sweet baby.. you must be a bit sleepy?”
“Lots.”
He smirked. “Really sleepy? We can take a nap.. we’ve got to go for dinner later, remember? With David and his wife.”
“I know.” You sighed at the mention of his business associate.
“Are you okay, babe? You seem sad.”
You knew what was wrong with you, and you were slightly upset that he hadn’t noticed it yet. You were completely fucked out, your head was still dizzy and you felt like you were stuck in the clouds. You were being super cuddly and soft and quiet, surely he knew. He always knows.
A frustrated grunt left your throat. “Wan’ my.. my Daddy.”
“Aww, baby doll. No wonder you’re being so cuddly.” He grabbed your jaw and gently moved your head back. His soft eyes met yours, he smiled at the cute pout on your lips. “My baby love.”
His handsome face always made you shudder. You bit your lip gently as you stared back at him.
“You must’ve been extra sensitive hm? Didn’t mean to over do it, darling.”
You smiled a little. “You.. you used your mouth on me three times before filling me.. course I got a little sensitive, Daddy.”
“Bit sassy, too, yeah?”
You grinned. “No.. just tellin’ you.”
“Hm.. Daddy didn’t notice, baby love. You okay?” He lowered his brows some, making sure you knew he was being serious. He didn’t like it when you tried to lie about how you felt, but thankfully you didn’t do that a lot.
“Mhm.. just feel really good.”
He rubbed his thumb against your cheek, feeling the warmth of your flushed skin. “You’re going to be upset with me, honey bun.”
Your brows furrowed, nails scratching his skin. “Why?”
“David made reservations at that restaurant you don’t like.”
“Why couldn’t you make the reservations.”
He smiled. “It wasn’t my idea, pretty.”
“I don’t wanna go.” You huffed out, shaking your head in utter disbelief. Harry almost always plans these sorts of things, and the one time he doesn’t you’re stuck going to a place you don’t like. It didn’t seem fair.
“How ‘bout we talk about something else, hm?” Harry suggested with a sweet kiss to your lips. “Don’t want my girl to be fussy.”
You shrugged, not really caring either way. It didn’t seem like it would change how you felt even if you did talk about something else. But perhaps you’d just listen to him and do as he suggested, besides he often knows what’s best for you anyways. Maybe he could spark up something worth talking about, or maybe you’d just listen to him speak.
“Tell me how you feel between those pretty legs.”
A hum left your throat as you thought about the tingling sensation still raging in your core. You squeezed your thighs for a moment, feeling how slick you were with the addition of his cum stuffed in you. For just a second, you had a desire to do it all over again - but you quickly remembered how fuzzy you felt inside your head. You had had enough for now.
“Feels tingly.. fucked me so good.”
He licked his lips and playfully swiped his tongue across your temple. “Fucked you a bit hard, didn’t I? Wasn’t my intention, darling.”
“Just a bit, M’okay.”
Harry wasn’t fully convinced that that was true, especially since he saw the marks he left on your hips where he had been gripping you so hard. It was never on purpose if he left a finger print shaped bruise on your body. Sure, he’d bite you and suck marks all over, but leaving bruises from his hands was a different thing. Your skin was just fragile in some spots, and unfortunately he seemed to find those spots so easily.
You noticed he was distracted, so you gently moved your head back to look at him. He smiled gently, not wanting to make it very obvious, even though you already knew. Your fingertips gently danced across his stomach, trying to cheer him up a little.
“What’s the matter, bubby?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, doll.”
“You’re sad.” You pouted your lips out, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Told you M’fine, promise. Nothing hurts.”
Harry’s hand slid down to your hip, knowingly covering some of the bruises he left behind. “You’ve got bruises, baby, y’know I.. I don’t like that.”
You licked your lips and gave his chest a shove, forcing him onto his back. He sighed heavily as his arm slipped around your shoulders. You pressed your lips to his collarbone, soon laying your cheek against his warm skin.
“Please, don’t be upset. Everything’s fine.”
“Baby, I never hurt you when you’re feeling little.. i can’t start now.” He breathed out, eyes squeezing shut as he let everything crash down - he was beyond worried that he’d messed up.
You grunted and scratched his abdomen. “I wasn’t little then.. I asked to be fucked hard, remember?”
He gulped. “I should’ve noticed you were, though.”
“S’okay, baby. It just happened.”
“Are you sure? Promise me you weren’t feeling little the whole time?”
You shook your head, lips peppering kisses across his chest. He gave your waist a squeeze, making you hum against his lips.
“Just after I came.. promise.”
Harry sighed, but he trusted your word. “Hm.”
“Cuddle me, please, Daddy. Don’t let me go.” You whispered as your eyes closed, your fingertip tracing a soft pattern over his chest.
“I’ve got you, baby love.”
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ahhhh can you write something where reader has been teasing harry all day and he has a show so he ties her to the bedpost while he performs 😭 maybe some smut ???? a hint of daddy kink 😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨 if ur comfy w it don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to ik it’s kind of uncomfortable
The clinking sound of the handcuffs tightening echoes in your ear, loud and resolute as your eyes slowly trail up Harry’s profile.
“What…are you doing?” you ask airily, a bit taken aback by the sudden switch in behavior.
You feel his lips trailing up your arm. Feel him smirk before he leans back and catches your forlorn expression. “Did you really think I’d let you go unpunished, sweet girl?”
You swallow. You had, actually. “I...I thought you liked it.”
He straightens up, hand coming out to grasp onto your chin and tilt your head back. He regards you carefully, much too smug for your liking. “Did you, hm? Thought I’d like to sit through sound check with you dripping down my cock? Or that I’d appreciate listening to you touch yourself while I was stuck in the car with Jeff?”
He leans down and your breath hitches as he ghosts his lips over yours.
“Or maybe you thought I’d appreciate the way you begged me to do something about that pretty ache between those pretty thighs,” he whispers, and you have to swallow a whine. “You played with fire, sweet girl. And Daddy doesn’t appreciate when you misbehave.”
He leans back, leaving you to huff a stray hair from your eye as you glance down at your bound wrists now attached to the arm of the sofa. “Okay, you’ve made your point. I was just…excited about getting to spend the weekend with you, that’s all.”
His arms cross as he watches you frown. “I know, baby, I was excited, too. Until you disobeyed me.”
Your head tilts. “Disobeyed…or entertained? Because I know you, Daddy, and I know…you liked it.”
You’re not so quick to surrender, which Harry had anticipated, and his mouth quirks up in a smirk once more. “Is that any way to talk to the man controlling your pleasure?”
“Yeah. If he’s being a dick.”
You resist a smile as you watch him hum, eyes trailing across your face as he debates his next play.
But you know him. You know that his need to put you first will outweigh his need to seek revenge, and even though you’re on a time crunch, you can already see the pieces falling into place.
His tongue comes out to swipe across his bottom lip. “You know what? You’re right. I’ve been a little unfair.”
“Yes. Yes, you have.”
He begins to crouch down, hands finding your thighs as he encourages them apart. “All you wanted was to show me how much you missed me, yeah?”
You nod, now a bit too distracted to continue your quippy remarks.
“Make me feel good?” he murmurs, nose nudging your skin. “Make me need you?”
You suck in a quiet breath as he ghosts his mouth up the curve of your leg, thankfully continuing with his practiced torture as you feel yourself hurdling back toward that edge.
The sounds of fans somewhere inside the arena almost makes you laugh. If only they knew that their precious Harold was down on his knees right now, worshiping your body in the same way he'll be singing about in a few minutes.
Sometimes, the irony is just too good.
Despite your bound hands, you steel yourself, ready for the contact as those pretty green eyes look up at you deviously.
Then, he plays his ace.
The delicate, purple vibrator he insists on bringing with him everywhere he goes (for moments like this, you assume) comes into view as he turns it on and places it on the couch between your legs.
You do gasp this time, squirming away once he’s pushed it into place, focus flicking up to your face to watch you fall apart.
“You…dick,” you pant, wrists tugging on the cuffs as you attempt to remove yourself from the torturous object.
You don’t mind it all, really, although you had been hoping for his touch instead of a toys, but you digress. As long as he watches you come apart on this little sofa, then that's perfectly fine with—
“Where are you going?” you ask as you watch him stand to his feet and grab his glittery cardigan. “Har…Harry—”
“Where do you think?” he retorts, nodding toward the door. “I’ve got a show, baby doll.”
Your teeth grit. “I know, but you’re kind of already in the middle of something.”
He smiles. Softly. Condescendingly. “I told you. Daddy doesn’t appreciate when you disobey him.” There's a brief pause as he watches you begin to realize his plan. “If you wanna play with fire, darling...you’re gonna get burned.”
You have two choices: bully him into staying…or debase yourself and beg. Appeal to that sadistic side of him that gets off on hearing the way you need him. Your soft, pathetic whines as you plea with him to take care of you.
“Har,” you whisper, wiggling against the back of the couch as your lashes flutter. “Baby…please—”
“S’too late for that.”
“No…no, Daddy, please,” you just about gasp, head rolling back as a chill runs down your spine. “Shit, please…please don’t leave me here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise. I promise, Daddy, please—”
“Oh, sweet girl,” he murmurs gently, moving closer once more as he dips down to cup your face between his palms. Your eyes soften as you look up at him, just about melting into his touch as you whimper. “I know you won’t. I know you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
You nod fervently, tears already beginning to gather around your lash line as the pleasure just about overwhelms you. “I promise, Daddy. I promise…just please don’t leave me. Please…please, I’m sorry.”
His large thumbs stroke back and forth along your cheekbones, delicate and sincere. He leans down to press his lips to your forehead as you exhale a breathy sigh, lids falling shut in anticipation.
Then…he lets go.
And steps back.
He reaches for his phone, the exact same phone the vibrator is connected to, and shoves it in his pocket before opening the door.
Your mouth just about drops open as you watch him turn around.
“Enjoy the show,” he calls smugly as he slips into the hallway.
Your heart drops.
He winks.
“I know I will.”
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sugar daddy!h x instagram concepts
because I can't stop thinking about them and I love h and mia dearly <3 enjoy these lil idiots
read sugar daddy!h here
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↪mialucielle: life lately :)
↪harrystyles: You're sweet. Still on for dinner tonight?
↪mialucielle: harrystyles you know you can text me right??
↪harrystyles: mialucielle Just reply here.
↪mialucielle: harrystyles yes we're still on for dinner tn
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↪harrystyles: Mia said I should post a photo dump because those are cool, but I'm not sure what that is. Here she is being cute on our picnic today.
↪mialucielle: we went over it like a million times :(
↪mialucielle: this is sweet tho...so I'll let it slide
↪gemmastyles: God, you're an old man
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↪mialucielle: taught h what girl dinner is but he still spent an hour googling it bc he didn't understand :/
↪harrystyles: I'm sorry for not getting girly pop culture.
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↪harrystyles: Work event with my girl.
↪mialucielle: adore you sm:) also you're getting better at insta!!!
↪harrystyles: mialucielle Thank god all my hard work is finally paying off.
↪mitchrow: You gonna introduce us soon?
↪harrystyles: mitchrow No.
↪mialucielle: mitchrow yes! :)
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↪harrystyles: Ummm... Looks like you're kinda obsessed with me.
↪mialucielle: harrystyles I hate you
↪harrystyles: mialucielle That's not what you were saying when I bought you a million new books today.
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Compromised One Shot - All About Family ^**
Harry finally goes to meet and check in on Y/N's family. I really love how this one turned out! And I also really love the smut, it's very romantic but hot!
WC: 8.1k
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy struggles, grief, mentions of death and suicide, daddy kink smut.
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Being married hadn’t really changed the dynamic between Harry and Y/N, the biggest difference over their four months of being married was that their sex lives had morphed to include actual baby-making sessions when she was ovulating. Harry had yet to get Y/N pregnant and it did weigh a little bit on them. When he got checked everything seemed to be normal, the doctor just told him that maybe it wasn’t the right time yet. And when Y/N got checked she was told that it might be a little while before she could actually get pregnant. She had been on birth control since the age of 13 - she was now 30 - her hormones were trying to rebalance themselves without the help of birth control; it would take time for her body to be prepared for a successful pregnancy. The doctor was very kind, but candid even about the increased possibility of miscarriages the first couple times, Y/N was alright hearing it, but Harry squeezed her hand with nerves. Y/N had gotten off of her pills the week before the wedding and she was aware that it could take some people time to be able to actually get pregnant. Hearing from a professional that these challenges they were having were normal was relieving, so she wasn’t all that worried about it after hearing that but Harry seemed to still be carrying a brunt of the concern.
“Dottorra, sei sicuro? Ci stiamo provando già da quattro mesi.” He told the doctor and she nodded.
“Assolutamente. Tutto sembra normale. Sii paziente.” She smiled and Harry nodded.
“You hear her, it’s fine.” She said to Harry, who nodded, still anxious.
“It can be a couple of months or maybe even a year before it can happen.” The doctor then said in a slightly broken English. She was a sweet woman who liked when they came in because it gave her the chance to practice her English and them their Italian. This made Harry even more nervous and Y/N looked at the state he was in and decided it might be good to know if there was anything she could do to improve her chances.
“Mi consigliate qualcosa per migliorare le nostre possibilità di concepimento?” Y/N proceeded to ask for any recommendations to improve chances of conception and the doctor nodded and gave some supplements and diet recommendations that have been proven to boost egg quality. Healthy egg plus healthy sperm should equal a baby she assured them and with this fresh in their minds they headed home.
“I’m relieved to know there’s not any serious issues.” He said as he hugged Y/N from behind. She was currently grabbing some water and she smiled.
“Told you it was gonna be fine.” She said and he hummed into her shoulder, “Are you sure you’re gonna be fine with a baby though? Gonna have to share me for the rest of our lives.” She pointed out with a grin.
“Baby, it’s 50-50.” He said and she was cracking up in his arms as he said this.
“More like 90-10.” She said after she calmed and he huffed.
“Are you sure about that?” He questioned.
“Definitely, baby, it would need us to survive. Basically gonna be using my body for that the first year at least.” She said.
“It?” He laughed.
“Well, I don’t know what it’ll be!” She defended her phrasing.
“Jesus… Imagine that, an ex-mafia member and an ex-CIA agent coming together and having a kid. The type of parents we’ll be…” He mumbled in disbelief and she smirked.
“Hey, I know plenty of regular people who are horrendous parents. If anything, I think our life experiences are advantages. Besides, our parents did amazing jobs.” She said and he hummed in agreement and a silence fell over them for a second, “You know, we can wait a little more. We don’t have to plan it on purpose, we can just…let it happen when it’s meant to happen.” She said and he nibbled on his lip for a moment.
“We should plan, what if he have a Capricorn baby?” He asked and she laughed again and he grinned at successfully lightening the mood for a second, “Is it selfish of me if I say we should definitely wait a little bit more?” He asked, she was still giggling as she turned to face him and he hoisted her up onto the counter and she draped her arms around his neck.
“No baby, it’s not at all. We need to enjoy and solidify our marriage.” She reasoned, “And also make sure we’re on the same page about what we want for our family. What parenting looks like for each of us and do those styles align and are they proven to be good. What values we want to instill in our child. What kind of person we want them to be…it’s a big job. It’s a commitment, bigger than the one we’ve made to each other. I mean, if you think about it we’re choosing to create an entirely new person to add into the mix of this world and we’re sending them out into that world with the tools we have given them to navigate it and they can do good, but they can also cause harm…” she said and he started feeling more nervous about it, “Being a parent is the most important job, I think. And if I’m going to be a parent I want to make sure that I’m ready to commit the time I need to, to my child to do the best job for them.” She explained her thoughts and he was slightly pouting now, “Did I freak you out?” She asked and he sighed through a smile.
“Just a little. I hadn’t… thought of it like that before. For me it was more like, I love you so much and I have this primal need to make you a mother, to create more with you. I hadn’t considered any of what you just said before… Is that why you never wanted to have kids?” He asked her and she nodded.
“Yeah, part of it. There’s so much good you can do and people can still go…rogue. I mean, look at me. My parents didn’t raise me in the hopes that I’d become a killer.” She said with a small frown.
“Baby, that’s not even the truth. You’re good, you’re so, so good.”
“I know I am now, but I wasn’t always.” She said, “And I’ve forgiven myself for it, but I can’t let myself forget.” She reminded and he nodded in understanding.
“I think that’s what would make you the most incredible mum. Learning to love and forgive yourself is not something that many people do successfully.” He said and she hummed, “I think you’re completely right about where your head’s at. In my mind just the idea of being able to get you pregnant and having a little you and me combo is what was exciting for me, but you’re absolutely right, it’s far more than that. I don’t know it was just a childish and simple little thing in my head, like the obvious next step, you know?”
“I’m an over-thinker, you know that. But you’re not being childish, it’s natural to want just the simplicity of a family, it’s not like you were being careless or making light of it, H. I think we’re meant to feel that need, but the world we live in can make the simplest things vastly complicated.” She shrugged, reassuring him that his reasons for wanting a baby weren’t wrong.
“I’ll tell you one thing that’s not complicated,” she hummed to urge him on, “After this very enlightening conversation I’ve concluded that I’m not nearly ready to share you with anyone. For very selfish and hedonistic reasons.” He whispered as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. They smiled into their kiss and parted again.
“I’m not ready to share you either. Want to enjoy us for a little bit longer.” she confessed and he smiled before delving back in to kiss her.
“Good thing we didn’t buy those supplements.” He mumbled and she laughed into the space between them, “So…do you want to go and fuck?” He asked and she giggled.
“I thought we just agreed to wait.”
“Baby, I said ‘fuck’, not make a baby. We haven’t fucked in a while.” He pointed out.
“How about later?” She asked and he pouted and nuzzled himself against the side of her face.
“Tesoro, non torturarmi in quel modo. Ti voglio così tanto.” He mumbled in Italian against the shell of her ear that she was torturing him and he wanted her so badly and she bit down on her lip, he knew what his speaking Italian did to her.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” She responded in English and he grinned against the line of her jaw, she could feel it.
“Non so di cosa stai parlando.” He played dumb as he softly kissed her jaw.
“Sai come mi sento quando mi parli in italiano.” grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back, their eyes meeting again and he grinned smugly as she reiterated to him that he was well aware of what it did to her when he spoke in Italian to her.
“No, non lo so. Dimmi come ti fa sentire.” He responded that he was not aware and to tell him how it made her feel. His green eyes were already dark with lust for her and she bit her grin back as he studied her face for a moment.
“It makes me feel like strangling you.” She joked as she slid her hands up his throat playfully and he hummed.
“That’s the spirit, but just squeeze a little bit tighter, baby.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes at him as she let her hands slide down to his firm chest, “Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” He asked, fully offended and she smiled.
“I do, just not now. My entire reproductive system was just probed at and honestly that speculum was a little big for me and it hurt a little. I’m still feeling like a specimen or something, it’s not you at all.”
“Oh.” He frowned, “I’m sorry, baby. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Let’s go for a cuddle.” She said and he smiled.
“Alright, hang on tight my little koala bear.” He warned and she clutched tightly to him as he walked them up to their bedroom. Soon they were plopping onto their bed and he got comfy as she hugged around him, trapping his leg between her legs.
“What’re you gonna read to me?” She asked. When they cuddled like this he always pulled out a book and read to her so that they could practice their Italian. In their lines of work it was important that they both understood the basics, but living here the past two years, they were both getting more fluent, but being with each other all of the time didn’t really give them enough practice, so this is something they did to learn new words.
“Neruda poems, you tell me what you understand.” He mumbled as he opened up the book and she hummed happily, “Corpo di donna, colline bianche, cosce bianche. Come come il mondo, posseduto nella resa. Il mio corpo selvaggio di operaio ti scava e fa…” he paused, “…esplodere un figlio dalle profondità della terra.” He cleared his throat and she giggled.
“Is this about getting someone pregnant?” She laughed and he chuckled.
“I think so… I promise that wasn’t on purpose. It’s the first one in this book.” He laughed and she joined him as well.
“Gonna explode a son into the depths of me?” She asked through her laugher and he started howling in laughter with her. They rolled around the bed, stomachs cramping up with how hilarious they found this phrasing and finally it died down and they were catching their breaths.
“Exploding a son into you, that sounds awful.” He panted and she sniggered.
“It does. Anyway, continue.” She hummed with a smile and there was silence as he read on silently.
“Oh, this one’s really horny. I can’t take it seriously.” He mumbled and flipped the page as she giggled. He found a more lovely one and started reading that one instead. She did figure most of it out, but soon he started getting drowsy, as he often did when he read. Especially as the cool breeze billowed through their wide open glass doors that led to their ample balcony. When his vision started blurring a bit he put the book down and kissed the top of her head before cuddling closer to her.
“Ti amo, luce della mia vita.” She whispered and he smiled.
“Love you.” He hummed happily. When she called him that, the light of her life, it made Harry feel on top of the world. For so long he felt that he was nothing but darkness and pain. Knowing that to her, he was as radiant as the sun, it just made his heart burst with joy. He wasn’t sure how else he could express that to her, it was too much love for him to hold inside, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said over and over as he squeezed her close.
When they woke up it was because there was a loud crack of thunder that rattled the windows and glass doors. It was cooler now and the sky was grey as the rain poured down in bucketfuls. The sound was soothing, but she was chilly as was he and they pulled the throw at the end of their bed over their shivering bodies.
“Baby, I’ve been thinking about something.”
“What is it?” He asked and she bit her lip.
“Ummm, do you think it’s safe enough for you to visit my family now? I’ve been thinking about them a lot and I…I just want to make sure they’re OK.”
“Yeah, I think we’re alright now. Do you want to go and have me wear a wire or something?” He asked, “How should we do this?”
“No, I don’t want to go. I can’t do it.” She admitted, “Just you. I trust you.”
“OK.” He agreed quietly as his hand smoothed over her tummy.
It was only a few days later that they made the arrangements for him to travel to her hometown. He was only planning to be there two or three days, he also wanted to visit Angelo’s mom on the way back. He was a bit nervous about doing this, but he would of course do anything for her.
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Harry had boarded a plane that was soon to touch down in Los Angeles. Now that he was there he felt more anxious about this than before; what if they got upset at him? What if he hurt them more than they were already hurting? Harry was updating Y/N on his travels and they spoke on the phone the entire drive to her old house where she shared some refresher details about her family to him.
“Baby, I’m pulling up now.” She breathed out shakily, “Are you sure you don’t want to listen in at least or-”
“No.” She cut in quickly.
“OK. Well, I love you. I’ll let you know what happens.”
“Love you.” She sniffled and how he wanted to wrap her up in a big hug.
“I love you.” He responded and they hung up. He removed his wedding ring and put it in his pocket and took a few deep breaths before he got out of the car he rented and walked up to the front door. The home wasn’t big at all, in fact, it kind of reminded him of his safe house out near his mum’s. But there was that giant magnolia tree out front, the flowers in full bloom from the spring, they looked identical to the ones tattooed on her now and it made him smile. He made it to the door and rung the door bell twice and looked around, the orange hues of the sky were beautiful, it was nearly 6 in the evening. Y/N said they were always home for dinner. He heard some steps coming and in moments the door was unlocked and swung open to reveal a child, a girl, she couldn’t be older that 5. This was strange. Had they moved?
“Hi.” He said with a friendly smile and she just peered up at him silently, “Are your parents home?” He asked and she nodded and he chuckled, “Can you call them for me?” She nodded and just scurried away leaving him alone again and he took a few steps back, to show that he was not a threat, but the child barely made it around the corner before a woman, looking closer to his age hurried up with a concerned frown.
“Who are you?” She asked assertively.
“Ummm, I’m Harry. I was looking for Martha o-or Benjamin?” He asked warily, “This was the last address I had for them.” He explained.
“What is this regarding?” The woman asked.
“It’s a family matter. Is there a forwarding address that you can give me or-”
“I am their family. I’m their niece, Evelyn. This is their house, I’m their tenant now.” She explained, she was clearly feeling protective, which any normal person would.
“Oh my god, hi.” He said as his lips turned up in a smile.
“Sorry, do I know you?” Evelyn asked, looking completely perplexed now. He shook his head.
“No, but I know of you. I umm-” this was harder than he thought.
“How? What is this about?” She asked again.
“Ummm, it’s about…Y/N.” He said tentatively and her face immediately dropped.
“What? How?” She asked and he bit his lip.
“We…were together when she…” he trailed off and Evelyn looked to the ground.
“They told us she was on that motorcycle by herself.” She said tightly, her eyes watery.
“She was. Sorry, let me clarify, I mean we were in a relationship then.” He explained his story.
“What?” Evelyn asked in disbelief and Harry nodded, “Well, what could you possibly want now? It’s been more than ten years.” She sighed in agitation.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any more hurt to you or them, but ummm, I’m getting engaged soon and I still have some of her things. I held on to them for all this time and it didn’t feel right to just throw them away or mail them off. I couldn’t do that to her.” He said his well rehearsed narrative perfectly and Evelyn sniffled as a few tears fell.
“Why now?” She asked with confusion. Her voice cracked as more tears fell and he nibbled on his lip.
“Ummm, it’s been hard to let her go. But I’m ready now and she always talked about her family and her home and it seemed like the best place to come say goodbye.” He explained and she shook her head.
“You can’t do that!” She scoffed with hurt, “You decided to just show up one day and-Fuck, how could you?” She asked as more tears fell and he frowned.
“I’m so sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” He responded softly and she nodded and he turned away and started to walk back to his car. Y/N would understand, she was prepared for this type of reaction and had told him to just go if it would only make things worse. Obviously it would hurt her to know that they still bore some pain but at least she would know they were alive and well and still learning how to move on. He was about to cross the street to his car when Evelyn’s voice cut through his thoughts of how he would explain this to Y/N.
“Hey! Wait!” She shouted sharply and he turned back to look at her, there was a beat of silence before Evelyn spoke up again, “What do you have of hers?” She asked nervously.
“Just some stuff she had left at my apartment. I can show you.” He offered and she nodded, her eyes softening, “Let me just get it from the car.” He said and hurried to grab the box that had taken up most of the space in his duffle bag. He hurried back over to her.
“D-do you want to come in?” She asked cautiously.
“If you’re OK with it. We can stay out here if you prefer.” He said quickly.
“It’s fine, I need to keep an eye out on the girls.” She said and he nodded and she guided him inside. He followed her through the home, it was small but cute. They peaked into the living room to see her girls watching a Disney movie attentively now and the kitchen overlooked that area, so she switched on the light and sat on the table across from him. He could feel her watching him closely, she was so nervous.
“I ummm, I’ve got some photos we took and a shirt of hers and a necklace and watch…some CD’s, a notebook, just with doodles and random things.” He said as he opened it up and when he glanced up at her she was staring intently at him.
“Did you even go to her funeral? I don’t remember seeing you there.” She stated and he shook his head.
“I couldn’t. When I found out I was…” he stopped and remembered how it felt when that CIA guy took her away, he thought it had lost her forever, “I lost my fucking mind. I was in hysterics.” He said with a frown. “ I completely shut down. I didn’t want to accept it, going meant it was real. I got pulled out of school and went back to England. I regret not going though.” He shared, “I ummm…that night we had gone out with friends and I had this plan that I was going to tell her that I loved her.” He smiled sadly, “I chickened out as we were saying goodbye and I just kissed her, like I normally would. I tried to show her what I was trying to say when I kissed her.” He explained and he could see Evelyn’s tears silently falling, “If I had only known that, that was our final goodbye I would’ve been more brave.” He explained and Evelyn broke out in a sob and he instinctively reached out for her hand and she squeezed it, “I’m so sorry.” He apologized again and she shook her head.
“No, it’s alright. It’s just so unfair.” She gasped through her tears, “She deserved to be happy and it breaks my heart that she never got to experience that for herself. People in high school were so mean to her.” Evelyn explained.
“Yeah, she told me that.” He nodded.
“Yeah, she was excited to start a new life and be with new people and just start over. She knew that leaving would make everything better.” Evelyn explained, “I know she was really happy out there. She was right?” Evelyn whimpered and Harry nodded with a sympathetic smile.
“Yeah, so incredibly happy.” He assured her and she nodded and pulled their hands apart to wipe under her eyes.
“Ughhh…” she sniffled and gathered herself for a second, “Can you show me the stuff?”
“Of course.” He nodded and started putting things down for her to see. She looked through the notebook and then through the pictures they had taken a while back and Evelyn smiled down at one of Y/N with a plate of pancakes in her hands.
“Her and her pancake obsession.” She giggled and Harry nodded, “And always with that same haircut… she was so resistant to changing it.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled, “I really like the next one.” He said and she moved on to it. This was one they had taken when they first got to Italy, Evelyn obviously didn’t know that, but it was a really nice one. He was smooshing a big kiss to her cheek as she laughed, her eyes were shut tight, but it exuded pure happiness. Evelyn smiled down at it.
“You don’t want this one?” She asked glancing up at him.
“I did keep some of us but they’re a little more platonic though granted the whole engagement thing.” He explained.
“Right, of course.” She responded and he nodded.
She then moved on to the other items, the university t-shirt she liked to wear, it still kind of smelled like her perfume. He then explained that she had left a bottle of her favorite spray and lotion at his place if she wanted it. It was in his luggage and Evelyn was so excited to hear that and explained that, that particular scent had been discontinued. Y/N didn’t smell like that anymore, but maybe she had always planned for something like this to get done for her family or perhaps she just had it stashed away for personal reasons, as a reminder of her old life. Evelyn told him stories about the CD’s Y/N had put in there, they were autographed and they had been looking for them everywhere, it was nice to have some of her favorite items back. Evelyn ended up asking him over for dinner, he accepted and she assured that she would call Y/N’s parents to see if they would want to come over as well. She was on the phone with them for at least 20 minutes in another room and in the end they agreed, surprisingly.
While they waited Evelyn talked a bit about herself, how she had moved on and was holding up. One of her kids was named after Y/N, their father, her boyfriend, was fire fighter, so he worked long hours but he was a great dad and partner and they were getting married soon. Evelyn wanted to know more about Harry though and how he had moved on and so he told her the things he and Y/N had agreed upon and all in all, it was good. He could see where Y/N got her great qualities from. They had just finished laughing about some funny story from Y/N’s childhood and Evelyn switched gears again.
“So, is this your first serious relationship after her?” Evelyn asked carefully and he nodded, just as he and Y/N had rehearsed.
“It was hard to move on because I genuinely believe she’s my soulmate.” He said, choosing to speak in present tense, because it was the truth, they are soulmates.
“Is?” Evelyn asked confused and he smiled and nodded.
“Personally, I believe we only have one soulmate and she’s mine. I think we can love plenty of people, but there’s always that one person who just…I don’t know, you just know, you know?” He explained with a smile and Evelyn nodded, “From the very first moment you meet them, something deep inside of them calls to something deep inside of you.” He explained, “I’d never felt that way before, she worked her way in to easily and just flipped my entire world upside down, but it helped me see that there was more to life, you know? It put a lot into perspective for me and she…saved me in a way. To me, everything about her was special from the start. She was so beautiful and put together. Her smile. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way it looks like she’s pouting or upset when she’s thinking about something.” Evelyn giggled, “Know that one, do you?” He chuckled.
“Definitely.” She smiled, “You know, I…don’t really remember what she sounds like.” Evelyn confessed sadly, “Her laugh I can hear it in my head clear as day, but her voice is… it’s fading.” She sniffled and he reached for her hand again and she squeezed it tight. Suddenly the doorbell rang again and she shot up, “Oh my. , they’re here!” She said and Harry felt extremely nervous again. He felt like he was going to be sick, “Just, wait here.” She said and he nodded.
He could heard Y/N’s mom crying a bit as they made some muffled conversation and after about five minutes Evelyn came back in with Y/N’s parents, they looked exactly as she had described them. Y/N was almost a splitting image of her father with noticeable traces of her mother. They just looked him over for a moment, looking more calm now. There wasn’t judgement on their faces, it was more like they were trying to picture Y/N with him. In his opinion it was easy to picture them together, they looked like they belonged together, but maybe they couldn’t see that.
“Hi, I’m Harry.” He said with a small smile and Y/N’s father extended his hand out to him and Harry shook it firmly and Y/N’s mother followed.
“Everyone sit, chat for a minute while I get the girls fed.” Evelyn said and they all nodded and sat down. The looked at the box of Y/N’s things.
“Ummm, these are the things of hers that I’ve had with me. She had left them in my apartment. It’s not much.” He said and they looked inside. Her dad grabbed the photos right away and they both smiled as they looked through them quietly together, but no more tears were shed from them. They looked through the rest of the box and he just gave them their time to look at the relics from her old life. He wished he could show them how beautiful she looked on their wedding day. If they could only see her now, they would be so proud of her. They finally turned their attention back to him and her mother spoke up.
“You looked quite happy in the pictures together.” She smiled and Harry nodded.
“Best few months of my life.” He said softly.
“She hadn’t mentioned that she was seeing anyone.” Her mother said.
“I think she was a little bit embarrassed of me.” He confessed with a smile, “Well, more of being in a relationship in general. She was so goal driven and focused, she came in knowing what she wanted those four years to look like and I think she just didn’t want anyone to know that she could potentially be distracted. I wasn’t really a part of the plan.” He explained and her father chuckled.
“Sounds about right.” Harry nodded with a smile, “So you were with her on that day?” He asked Harry and he nodded, “We’ve always wondered if it wasn’t an accident. If maybe it was too much pressure with her classes and working and trying to maintain her scholarship. Maybe she was having trouble with other people? She always had issues with bullies in school.” He explained with a frown.
“We were scared that she was just unhappy being away from home. We’re all very close.” Her mother added, “H-how was she doing?”
“She was doing really well. I did hear a lot about you all. She missed you a lot, specially her grandfather, she wished that he had been around to see it all.” He explained and they nodded attentively as he spoke, “She was really happy.” He confirmed, “I’d like to think I played a part in that.” He smiled, “She was still really focused and driven, she had her priorities straight. But ummm, she was allowing herself to live life as well. She was very well-liked among her classmates and our friends, she integrated herself a lot more in my group after her roommate joined the sorority?” They nodded in understanding.
“How did you meet?” Her mother asked and Harry smiled to himself for a moment.
“At a tattoo shop.” He said and her eyebrows arched up.
“Really?”
“Yes, she came to ask about it. I think she maybe wanted something after her grandfather and I was working there at the front. Helped pay the school bills.” He explained, “It was cute, she was so nervous and she had clearly been reading tons of things on the internet and had the most complex questions.” He chuckled, “She was wearing a school hoodie and I told her I also studied there and turns out we were just a building away from each other that whole time.” He hummed.
They seemed happy to be talking about her. To have some real insight as to what her life was like. Harry apologized for not being at her funeral as Y/N had told him to do and also for showing up after all that time, but they didn’t care. They were just happy that she had been happy and loved. He did give Evelyn the spray and lotion that Y/N had sent, she knew her cousin well and they let Evelyn keep some things and they took the rest. At the end of the night they all hugged him goodbye and they wished him luck in his relationship and hoped that he could too fully heal from it all. They were so sweet and caring and kind and he was glad that he could leave them with some peace as Y/N hoped, he was also pleased that he would be able to tell her that her family were alright. He had planned on staying longer but he didn’t want to wait to share and he also didn’t want to tell her everything over the phone. He got a flight on standby and headed straight back to Italy on a red eye, he could check in on Angelo’s mum another time. He let Y/N know he was coming back right away and that made her anxious, she left for their nearest airport though and waited in that city for him until he arrived the following afternoon.
*********
“Hey, love.” He hummed as he hurried into the car and they kissed briefly.
“Hi. How was it?” She asked right away, “Wait, actually don’t tell me just yet, let’s get in to the hotel first, yeah?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He smiled and they took off. Y/N was completely on edge. She was quiet the whole drive and he just let her simmer and formulate the questions she wanted to asked as he just held her thigh.
When they finally arrived and got into their room she let out a big exhale before she burst into tears.
“Oh baby, c’mere.” He said quietly and she rushed into his arms and he held her tight as she sobbed. She wept to him about how she regretted not going with him and seeing them or hearing them for herself and truly that was her one chance. There was absolutely no reason for Harry to ever go back now and she felt like she had made a mistake in not doing as he had suggested. He let her be sad about this for however long she wanted before he would share about how they were. She just needed a moment to express how conflicted she felt about all of this; how she regretted accepting the CIA’s recruiting offer, but without that she never would have met him. She regretted hurting her family the way she did, not being able to see her parents get old and look after them, she was their only child, it was supposed to be her taking care of them. She regretted not having them there on their wedding day. As she confessed to all of these things she had been holding onto for months Harry knew not to take it all personally.
Harry understood full well the conflicting feelings because while he could never regret her, he did regret getting too ambitious as a young kid to the point that he got mixed up with the mafia. Because of this he wasted so much precious time with his family and even with his friends. He hurt them and put them in harm’s way and if he could take it all back he would, but that also meant that he would have never met Y/N. But for one reason or another, they were on the paths they were on and he’d like to think that it was because they were meant to be together. Soon her crying subsided and he was able to answer her questions, tell her about her niece who was named after, how happy her family was to hear that she had in fact been happy during her time away, and obviously, it was hard for them, but they seemed to have moved on well enough. Hearing that did make her feel better as she laid against his chest as his fingers stroked her hair and she listened on until he was done.
“Thank you for doing that for me, baby. I know that it couldn’t have been easy.” She said, cheek smushed into his warm and sturdy chest.
“I would do anything for you, no matter how hard or impossible it seemed.” He assured as he planted a kiss on her head and she smiled, because she knew it was the absolute truth.
There was no one else she had ever trusted with this, just him. There was no one else she had loved so much that she felt would be excellent candidates to meet her family. There was no one who worked on themselves and bore their soul to her the way he did. There was no one that she had ever envisioned building a life and family with, just him. And it was not lost on her how absolutely lucky she got to have their paths cross. To have him also notice her. To let her in. To love her. Y/N’s vision started to blur with tears, they were happy tears but overwhelmed tears because there was this paralyzing feeling in her chest as it dawned on her just how much she loved him. She earnestly believed that she had reached the capacity of love with how she felt, but right now it was clear to her that there was just so much more. It bordered on painful, she couldn’t just contain this feeling inside. She pressed herself up against his chest as she sniffled and he frowned.
“Oh baby, what’s the matter?” He asked and she shook her head as she grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his in a powerful and searing kiss. The kind of kiss that put the entire world on pause. The kind if kiss that seemed like it was a life or death situation and after a few seconds of being caught off guard Harry looped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him as the kiss evolved into a make out session that was making his body buzz in excitement. Gradually, they started to slow down to catch their breaths and she nudged her nose against his playfully, this made his smile and she kissed kissed him through it before pulling back slightly as their eyes blinked open to meet each other’s gaze.
“I feel so much for you, I couldn’t articulate it.” She explained her sudden outburst, “I can’t imagine doing life without you. I don’t even care how we came to be, I’m just happy to be here with you.” She whispered and he now lunged forward and kissed her until the fell back onto the bed upside down. In seconds they were getting undressed in between kisses and growing more and more desperate for each other. Harry’s lips trailed down her body, the skin left in his wake of kisses seemed to sear at the absence of his lips but she was eager for him to reach his intended destination. Her delicate fingers combed into his hair and pushed him down faster and he chuckled, but did as she was suggesting. She put a leg over his shoulder as the other fell open, making space for him. She could feel his fast exhales against her heat, making her clench in anticipation as his lips skimmed her lower lips.
“So.” Kiss, “Fucking.” Kiss, “Perfect.” kiss. She moaned at the slight friction to her clit with his lips and soft, little kisses, “You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he buried his face against her, taking in her scent and how soft her skin was down there, he giggled as her little tuft of hair tickled beneath his nose and the vibrations of it made her gasp and buck up, the tip of his nose came into perfect contact with her throbbing, little clit. It was so red and swollen, pleading for his attention. He rolled his tongue out and licked a fat stripe up from her entrance to her clit, making sure to swirl around the little button a few times before moving back to suck at her labia gently and then to dart his tongue into her leaking, little hole. Her grip tightened into his hair and she moaned as she ground herself again his mouth and he moaned and let her move him around to where she wanted, listening to her instructions so that he could get her off. Her thighs were squeezing around his head and her grip was tight in his hair but he could care less, he would die a happy death if he were to be suffocated between her thighs.
“Oh H, baby! I’m right there!” She gasped as her toes curled and the muscles of her stomach trembled from how wound up tight she was. Her orgasm came so swiftly and fiercely. It took her out like a giant wave wiping out and rolling everything in it’s path down into its depths. He moaned against her sensitive skin and gently kissed at her clit to bring her down from it all before he licked down to her entrance and delved his tongue inside, wanting to get a taste of her cum.
After a few moments of his delicate actions to bring her back down he kissed his way back up her body, taking his time to lick and suck at his favorite parts of her body before making it to her lips, his absolute favorite place to kiss. As they started to make out he adjusted her legs beneath him so that he could slick his cock up with her arousal and cum.
“You make me absolutely crazy for you.” He snarled as he felt the warm slick of her juices coat his prick up. It made him feral to feel how her body seemed to react to his. How wet she got for him was an absolute turn on. He viewed it as her body’s way of inviting him in. Her body craved his and wanted him to fill her up and pound her pussy to the heavens. He adjusted his hips and without a warning sunk into her in one fluid thrust and he moaned into her mouth as she gasped as their bodies connected perfectly. He had sunk in balls deep from how wet she was, but inside she was still adjusting to his size and he kept the pressure of his hips against hers. Slowly he started to sink in a little deeper, “Fuck, I can feel you opening up for me, baby.” He whispered and something about that made her moan out in ecstasy.
“Please.” She whimpered and he kissed her.
“Please what?” He asked before he swirled his hips with a wet squelch and she smiled in ecstasy.
“I-I don’t even know.” She mumbled and he hummed in amusement and he pressed himself up to a kneeling position and she gasped as he reached even deeper, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach and she winced as the little bite of pain before she adjusted to it moments later. Already, her eyes were hazy with ecstasy, she was love drunk and cock drunk at the same time.
He glanced down to see how such a tight little thing had opened right up for his big cock and taken it to the hilt. It genuinely amazed him how he fit inside. He grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers before he pressed her hands down into the mattress as he drew out a bit, making her wince and then she cried out his name as he surged back in and ground into her. She squeezed at his hands as her eyes searched his, “More. Please, more.” She pleaded and he nodded as he drew back out again and thrust in again and this time he kept going.
Every time his cock slid back in he was celebrated with a wet smacking sound and her pretty moans that emerged from her throat in perfect time with his thrusts. He spared a glance down at the way they moved together and he shivered with pleasure as he groaned and glanced back up to her as he picked up his pace. The fire in his belly was lit and was quickly starting to spread through his entire body.
“Fuck, you’re already gonna make me come.” He groaned and she smiled.
“Harder.” She mewled and he let go of one of her hands to grip her hip and have more leverage as his hips piston med powerfully into hers until he could see the tip of his cock bulging slightly at her lower stomach. The headboard of the hotel bed pounded rhythmically with his thrusts and the frame creaked along with her, as if it too was praising Harry for the railing he was giving Y/N. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn’t want him to stop as he absolutely demolished her. She swore he was splitting her in two but it felt like heaven and her entire body was vibrating with the pleasure of an impeding orgasm. They heard some pounding on the wall and he chuckled, “We have to be quiet.” She gasped.
“Fuck that guy. Wanna hear you. Love to hear you.” He groaned as he went harder and she groaned with each thrust and again, their neighbor pounded on the wall.
“Un po' di discrezione per favore!” They heard a muffled shout through the wall and they both laughed through the pleasure at their neighbor’s plea for some discretion.
“Stai zitto! Abbiamo quasi finito!” Harry shouted back with laughter and they could hear the man start cursing them out and despite that he worked harder and harder, the pounding of the headboard grew more intense as the man’s knocks into the wall also increased, probably thinking he was ruining the mood, but Y/N started to circle her clit in time to the fast raps against the wall and she was burning up from the inside out, gasping and moaning Harry’s name as he pounded right into her g-spot.
“There! Oh fuck, right there, daddy!” She yelped and he moaned loudly at the name slipped from her mouth without her even thinking about it.
“Fuck, say it again.” He panted hoarsely.
“Daddy! I’m going to come, daddy!” She nearly sobbed as her little fingers were a blur against her slippery cunt as she started to tighten up around his cock.
“Fuck, come for, daddy. All over my cock, baby.” He panted tiredly and she tensed up and her toes curled as she just clutched to his back as she started to moan uncontrollably, her nails raked down the hot and sweaty skin of his back as she pulsed around him and soaked him, she was squirting and he fought the pressure of it to stay inside, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He growled and his grip on her tightened and he sobbed against her mouth as ropes of his cum shot deep inside of her, filling her as he moaned her name. Her pulsing walls milked every bit of his cum and his thrusts slowed but didn’t stop completely as they kissed heatedly before parting with a gasp to take a proper breath. Y/N’s vision was blurry with tears and Harry’s was completely splotchy with little colors, that really had taken it out of him. He pressed himself up from her body with shaky arms, getting ready to pull out but she hugged around him.
“Not yet.” She spoke hoarsely and he smiled and nestled back into her arms and kissed at the top of her right breast.
“I love you. You’re my whole world.” He whispered and she smiled and kissed the top of his head.
“Love you, light of my life.” She whispered tiredly.
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Little Secret —Parte 4
Sinopse: Nas férias de verão, um convidado inesperado faz você se divertir bem mais do que imaginava.
Personagens: Melhor amigo do pai! Harry x Leitora. (Harry está na casa dos 40 anos e Leitora 20 e poucos)
Aviso: +18, longo, conteúdo explícito(se não gosta por favor não leia)
Enfim você estava de volta a Londres, suas aulas começaram há duas semanas e você não havia visto e nem falado com Harry.
Afinal foi só uma curtição nas férias?
Ele não lhe deu seu número, nem pediu o seu, mais um motivo para pensar que sim.
Isso vem lhe atormentando desde que pisou de volta ao campus, você não podia perguntar sobre Harry ao seu pai, também não morava na mesma cidade que eles, o que dificultou a ter notícias de Styles.
Você estava enlouquecendo, desejando voltar para Holmes Chapel só para vê-lo.
Se convencendo que não pensaria mais nele saiu de sua aula determinada a estudar, foi até a cafeteira de costume e focar nos estudos. Mas foi interrompida pela ligação de sua mãe.
— Oi mãe.
— Oi querida, tudo bem? Como anda a faculdade?
— O de sempre, estou estudando agora.— Respirou fundo.
— Ótimo, eu liguei porque tenho uma boa notícia.
— E qual é?— Sua atenção total voltou-se para as palavras de sua mãe.
— Então, Harry jantou aqui em casa essa semana e ele mencionou interesse de contratá-la para um estágio na empresa dele, isso não é incrível?
Que merda??!!! Como assim?!!
— Seria impossível, eu não moro aí mamãe.
— Eu sei, mas ele vai abrir uma filial em Londres, na verdade, ele viajou a negócios para ver algumas coisas da empresa aí.
Seu joelhos fraquejaram, ele estava mesmo vindo para Londres?
— Harry está vindo para cá?
— Sim, eu passei seu número, espero que não se importe, talvez vocês possam almoçar e conversar sobre a vaga, é uma grande oportunidade filha, além de que Harry conhece seu pai há anos, ele é um bom homem e tenho certeza que ele faria qualquer coisa pela filhinha do seu melhor amigo.
Filhinha do seu melhor amigo? Se minha mãe soubesse o que Harry andou fazendo com sua filha não o chamaria de bom homem.
— Tudo bem, se é para falar do emprego não me importo.
— Ok, eu tenho que ir filha, te amo, bom estudo.
— Obrigada mãe, tchau
— Tchau.
Harry Styles estava vindo para Londres, isso era demais para processar, você não conseguia conter o sorriso e também o nervosismo, uma parte de você estava muito animada para vê-lo, mas ao mesmo tempo, receosa por encontrá-lo novamente.
Obviamente ele não ligou assim logo de cara, por mais que você estivesse implorando por isso, no dia seguinte você já estava surtando com a ideia dele não querer vê-la até que o telefone tocou.
— S/n? — Aquela voz fez seu coração errar a batida.
— Sim, quem é — fingiu não saber.
— Harry Styles.—Ele riu, pelo tom de sua voz, ele sabia que você o reconheceu no instante que disse seu nome.
— Oi Harry.
— Sua mãe me passou seu número.
— Eu soube.— Estava difícil se manter casual.
— Eu estou na cidade, gostaria de jantar comigo hoje a noite? Sei que é em cima da hora, mas não vou poder ficar tanto tempo e os assuntos do trabalho estão me sugando quase o dia todo, mas estarei livre para você, se quiser.
— Claro, eu adoraria.— Se odiou por sua voz soar bem mais fina do que gostaria.
— Ótimo, me passa seu endereço por mensagem que às 19:00 eu vou buscar você.
— Combinado.
Você estava surtando tentando achar algo sexy, porém não tão revelador para seu jantar com Harry. Depois de quase uma hora procurando a roupa perfeita, você decidiu usar um vestido preto até os joelhos, mas havia uma fenda na lateral que mostrava suas coxas, batom vermelho, cabelos soltos, saltos e acessórios pratas.
Harry como todo britânico era pontual e às 19:00 ele estava batendo em sua porta.
"Oi." Aquele sorriso sempre a deixava nervosa.
"Oi." Timidamente respondeu.
"Você está linda."
"Obrigado, você também está incrível." Suas bochechas coraram.
Seus olhos rapidamente foram para o corpo tonificado dele, Harry vestia uma camiseta social azul com botões abertos, deixando amostra seus pelos peitorais que sinceramente eram um charme, a calça social era bege que combinava com os sapatos da mesma cor e um paletó pairava em suas mãos.
"Pronta para ir?"
"Sim." Pegou sua bolsa e fechou a porta atrás de si.
Não havia dúvidas que ele percebeu que estava nervosa, você mal conseguia olhá-lo assim que saíram, no caminho até o restaurante, suas pernas tremiam no banco daquele carro luxuoso.
"Tudo bem?" A mão grande pousou em sua coxa desnuda.
"Sim." Com a voz ainda trêmula respondeu a ele.
"Estou feliz que aceitou o convite." Um sorrisinho surgiu nos lábios dele.
"Estou feliz por ter-me convidado."
"Já disse que está linda hoje? Porque está."
"Já, mas é sempre com ouvir."
"Me desculpe, faz um longo tempo que não vou a um encontro, a última vez foi com à minha espo... " Ele parou na metade da frase. "Minha ex." Seus dedos bateram no volante, se sentindo um idiota por falar de outra mulher prestes a ir em um encontro.
"Tudo bem, eu não ligo que você tenha uma ex mulher, Harry, Lara era legal a não ser que ela tenha te traído aí ela é uma vaca."
"Você é mesmo um docinho." Ele riu.
O caminho restante vocês trocavam olhares, a mão de Harry não saiu de sua coxa até que estivesse no estacionamento de um enorme prédio, onde ele abriu a porta para você, seus dedos delicadamente ficaram em suas costas até a entrada do elevador, a cada andar que subiam você sentia seu coração bater forte, tudo naquele lugar cheirava a dinheiro, muito dinheiro. Assim que às portas se abriram uma mulher toda de preto cumprimentou Harry como se já havia o visto muitas vezes, ela os conduziu pelo salão principal que era tão chique, havia candelabros no teto, uma pequena adega de vinhos ao lado da entrada, todos naquele lugar pareciam civilizados e música clássica suave tocava ao fundo. Ela os levou para uma área mais isolada, onde havia uma única mesa em frente à janela que dava a linda visão para a cidade de Londres. Styles foi um cavalheiro puxando a cadeira para você sentar-se depois ele sentou em sua frente, você não pôde deixar de se perguntar o quão caro aquele restaurante era.
"Eu queria um pouco mais de privacidade, mas se quiser podemos jantar no salão principal." Harry pronunciou-se ao ver o olhar ansioso em seu rosto.
"Aqui está ótimo." Sorriu largamente. "Aqui é muito bonito, eu nem jantei, mas com certeza já é meu lugar favorito só por esta vista."
"Fico feliz por isso, querida." Ele observou a maneira tão genuína que você admirava as coisas. "Vamos pedir?"
"Claro."
Ele fez um sinal para o garçom que prontamente veio até a mesa com dois cardápios e um adicional para o vinho, você arregalou os olhos olhando para os valores de cada prato, o mais barato deles era mais caro que seu laptop.
"Pode pedir o que quiser." A expressão dele era serena bem ao contrário da sua. "Não se preocupe com nada."
"Obrigado, mas eu estou realmente perdida aqui."
"Posso sugerir um se quiser."
"Seria perfeito."
"Dois do número nove, por favor." Harry deu uma piscadela ao garçom que tirou os cardápios. "E uma garrafa de champanhe."
"A de sempre, Senhor Styles?"
"Sim."
Você se perguntou como a ex esposa poderia ter se divorciado dele, só essa energia masculina que Harry estava emanando já a deixava com a calcinha mais úmida.
O calor entre as pernas voltou no segundo em os olhos dele encontram os seus novamente, era como se você tivesse voltado a ser aquela garotinha que sentia uma completa bagunça perto dele.
"Como vai à faculdade, querida?" Seu estômago vibrou com sua voz.
"Está tudo bem." Iniciou limpando a garganta. "Às coisas andam um pouco agitadas, mas só de saber que falta apenas alguns meses para me formar faz valer a pena."
Você não queria que ele lhe perguntasse sobre a maldita faculdade, você queria que ele dissesse que sentiu sua falta, que sua mão nunca trabalhou tanto em seu pau nesses dias em que esteve longe só para compensar a falta que sua boceta fazia.
"Sua mãe lhe contou da minha proposta?"
"Sim."
Então ele realmente queria falar de negócios? Não era só uma desculpa para vê-la?
"Eu quero que você venha trabalhar para mim."
"Isso é sério?" Você suspirou frustada.
"Sim! Eu estou precisando de uma nova assistente." Murmurou com um sorriso presunçoso.
"Eu não sei o que dizer."
A raiva fluía por suas veias, ele não havia pegado seu número, ele demorou duas semanas para simplesmente aparecer e agora o motivo desse maltido jantar era uma vaga de emprego?!
"Diga sim, amor."
Seu coração errou a batida, ele tinha que parar de fazer isso.
"Eu não sei se eu posso, Senhor Styles."
Aí ele percebeu que algo estava errado, você não o chamava de Senhor Styles, não mais.
"Está tudo bem, querida?"
"Sim..." Abaixou a cabeça.
"Diga o que está te incomodando?"
"Não é nada."
" Sabe que pode falar qualquer coisa para mim." Insistiu.
"Por que...Por que você demorou tanto para querer me ver?"
"Eu queria ter vindo antes." Defendeu-se pegando sua mão em cima da mesa, mas você se afastou.
"E, por quê não fez? Por que não pegou meu número?" A essa altura ele podia perceber as lágrimas brilhando em seus olhos. "Você não gostou do que fizemos nas férias?" Sua voz embolou o choro que reprimia.
"Eu fui um idiota por não pegar seu número, eu só percebi isso depois que já havíamos ido e me martirizei todos os dias por isso." Admitiu. "Eu não sabia como pedir aos seus pais seu número, eu precisava de uma desculpa, então eu comprei essa empresa em Londres para ser minha filial apenas para estar perto de você, isso é o quanto eu gostei das minhas férias com você."
"Espera." Seus olhos se arregalaram. "Você comprou uma empresa só para estar perto de mim?"
"Sim, na verdade, eu já havia pensado nessa proposta dias antes de ir viajar para Itália, mas recusei um dia antes de viajar, mas após ter você eu resolvi aceitar assim que voltei de viagem, demorou duas semanas para que eu conseguisse fechar o contrato e estar aqui."
"Harry, eu… você, você não precisava fazer isso."
"Não, mas eu queria, eu quero e quero que venha trabalhar comigo, seria uma ótima oportunidade para estar mais perto de você sem que seu pai desconfie de nós."
Seu coração estava acelerado, nem em um milhão de anos você imaginaria que essa seria a razão pela qual ele demorou tanto para finalmente te encontrar.
"Eu vou." Com as bochechas coradas disse à ele.
"Ótimo, conversamos sobre sua admissão depois." Styles pegou sua mão com delicadeza deixando seus lábios tocarem em sua pele em um beijo suave. "Estou ansioso para vê-la todo dia minha garotinha."
O garçom voltou trazendo o jantar cortando o clima que estava rolando entre vocês, mas até foi melhor assim, deixar o melhor para o final da noite, então, o resto todo jantar vocês conversaram, riram, beberam, foi divertido ter uma conversa normal entre adultos. Estava ficando tarde e ele podia ver o cansaço em seus olhos, talvez fosse o champanhe que a deixou um pouco sonolenta.
"Vamos, eu vou te levar para casa." Sua mão direita estava acariciando sua coxa por debaixo de mesa, em algum momento do jantar ele puxou sua cadeira para ficar ao lado dele e foi incrível ter aquele homem tão perto.
"Mas já?" Fez biquinho. "Eu ainda não quero ir."
"Você parece cansada, garotinha."
"Eu não estou." Cruzou os braços. "E você não está bêbado demais para dirigir?"
"Eu só tomei meia taça, eu estou bem."
Styles chamou um garçom, pedindo a conta, você apenas assistiu Harry entregar seu cartão black para o homem, depois lhe dando uma bela gorjeta que você poderia dizer que era uns 200 dólares, mas tentou não encarar muito, só acenou desejando boa noite para o homem com seu sorriso largo antes dele sair, Harry se levantou e estendeu a mão para que se juntasse a ele, estava um pouco frio então o paletó que trouxe foi parar em seus ombros enquanto saiam do restaurante, o elevador chegou e logo os levou direto até o estacionamento. Harry abriu a porta para você e caminhou em direção ao lado do motorista para se juntar a você no carro. Harry já sabia o caminho afinal você havia passado seu endereço, você estava tão cansada pelo seu dia cheio na faculdade e o champanhe que acabou adormecendo. Quando ele estacionou em frente ao seu apartamento não pôde deixar de sorrir ao vê-la encolhida no banco dormindo, ele se odiou por ter que acordá-la.
"Garotinha", Sussurrou. "Ei, acorde." Deixou varios beijinho em seu rosto.
"Oh! Me desculpe, me desculpe, eu nem percebi que dormi." Defendeu-se ainda um pouco zonza.
"Tudo bem, vamos eu vou ajudá-la a ir até a porta."
Assim que você concordou ele saiu do carro rapidamente indo para o seu lado abrindo a porta lhe ajudando a sair, ele segurou em sua cintura conduzindo até a porta do prédio, lhe ajudou a colocar o código, depois a entrar no elevador, você certamente ainda estava um pouco sonolenta, mas os toques dele em sua cintura já estava te deixando bem mais acordada de quando saiu do carro. Em poucos minutos estavam em frente à sua porta, demorou um pouco até você achar suas chaves, mas logo você estava virando a maçaneta e o puxando para dentro.
"Então… É aqui onde eu moro." Anunciou que fechou a porta atrás de si, trancando-a.
"É bonito."
" Não minta, nada comparado a enorme casa onde mora. "Deu um tapinha no ombro dele.
"Eu realmente achei aconchegante, lembra meu primeiro apartamento."
"Quer um pouco de água? Ou uma bebida? Alguma coisa?" Você perguntou tirando o paletó dele colocando no porta casacos. "Ou já precisa ir?"
"Eu aceito uma água."
"Ok."
Você foi até a cozinha quase que saltitando só por ele querer ficar, encheu dois copos, afinal também precisava se hidratar, entregou um a ele e tomou o seu o mais rápido possível, a cada segundo que passava ficava mais ansiosa para o que estava prestes a acontecer, sabia que estava mais molhada só pelo jeito que ele estava olhando para você, literalmente te comendo com os olhos. Então caminhou até ele, não era a primeira vez que tomava a iniciativa, não seria a última, você estava desesperada por ele e não seria agora que sentiria vergonha por isso, sua mão tirou o copo dele colocando no balcão atrás de você, estava tão perto que podia sentir seu hálito quente em sua pele.
"Senti tanto a sua falta, Harry." Cantarolou nas pontas dos pés, enganchando os braços em seu pescoço.
"Também senti sua falta, garotinha, como senti." Ronronou em seu ouvido, a barba lhe causando arrepios.
No instante seguinte, seus lábios estavam colados nos dele, foi como se fogos de artifícios explodissem em seu estômago assim que sua língua tocou a sua, era muito mais que só um beijo, era uma demonstração da saudade que estavam sentindo, cada toque, cada gemido uma palavra que não expressaria a falta que um fez ao outro. As mãos dele foram ágeis para encontrar sua bunda e apertá-la com vontade, seus braços envolvendo-a levantando você para que sentasse no balcão.
Ambos se assustaram e riram quando os copos se espatifaram no chão.
"Eu prometo que compro outro jogo novo para você minha garotinha." Segurou seu queixo com idicador. "Aliás com o salário que eu vou lhe pagar você poderá reformar esse apartamento ou até morar num melhor."Ele afastou suas pernas para que ficasse entre elas.
Styles a puxou novamente para si e te beijou com desejo, suas bocas se moviam em sincronia, você agarrou os ombros dele e enterrou suas mão no cabelo dele, curtindo a sensação de seu cabelo macio e grisalho, era como se nunca tivessem saído da Itália. Um longo gemido ficou preso em seus lábios quando os dedos dele começaram a brincar com a pele de suas coxas, cada lugar que ele tocava era como chamas incendiando seu corpo. Naquele momento agradeceu a si mesma por escolher o traje de certo, um vestido com uma fenda lateral era perfeito para Harry ter acesso ao que ele realmente queria, porque foi fácil até demais para que seus longos dedos chegassem ao seu clitóris, fazendo pequenos círculos sobre o tecido de sua calcinha, amando ouvir os sons que você estava fazendo.
"Garotinha, eu senti falta do seu corpo, senti falta de te tocar assim." Ele expirou continuando os movimentos em seu clitóris.
"Eu também senti tanto a sua falta." Choramingou.
E por mais que estivesse tão bom apenas continuar só o beijando, sua ansiedade para tê-lo dentro de si era maior, ele podia ver isso em seus olhos e você sabia que ele não iria te fazer esperar mais.
Harry parou de provocá-la e se apertou contra você, a dureza de seu pênis pressionando entre suas pernas antes dele se afastar e dizer.
"Posso colocar já? Quero comer você, senti falta de estar enterrado em sua boceta." Um arrepio percorreu seu corpo.
"Sim." Acenou ofegante.
Ambos desejaram isso por semanas e agora que finalmente tinham um ao outro e não aguentavam mais esperar.
No instante seguinte, ele estava tirando suas calças, você jogando sua calcinha em algum canto do apartamento, você o viu bombear seu pau algumas vezes colocando a camisinha que pegou da carteira antes de roçar em sua entrada, porra, você estava tão molhada que ele podia simplesmente colocar tudo de uma vez, mas ele não faria isso, ele ia ir devagar cuidar para que você tomasse cada centímetro dele por vez.
"Baby, depois precisamos conversar sobre outros métodos contraceptivos." Ele resmungou ainda brincando com seu pau em sua entrada. "Eu quero poder te foder sem isso."
Ele alinhou seu pênis e deslizou para dentro em um impulso suave, era tão bom especialmente porque já faz um tempo, mas ele estava indo tão lento que chegava a ser torturante, você precisava mais.
"Por favor... Harry." Com os olhos marejados implorou a ele.
"Por favor, o que Garotinha?"
"Eu preciso mais que isso, eu preciso sentir você por inteiro."
"Adoro ouvir você implorar." Rosnou, mordiscando seu ouvido.
E ele fez o que você pediu.
Ele fez você se sentir tão bem.
Suas estocadas aceleraram enquanto ele te fodia com mais força, preenchendo-a completamente, ele mantinha contato visual enquanto empurrava mais fundo, podia ver sua respiração acelerada e o rosto em êxtase.Ele inclinou a cabeça e pressionou os lábios nos seus, envolvendo-o em um beijo apaixonado. Harry sentiu sua falta e estava mostrando o quanto, seus gemidos não param de sair de seus lábios.
Dois de seus dedos encontraram seus clitóris, você já estava tão perto de gozar, tinha certeza que ele podia sentir sua boceta apertando em seu pau.
"Harry." Choramingou.
"Goze para mim." Sussurrou de volta.
Acelerando os dedos em seu clitóris enquanto seus olhos rolavam para trás de sua cabeça, você sentiu como se estivesse flutuando, a visão começou a ficar embaçada, você gemeu mais alto, quando seu ápice chegou, Harry não parou de te foder durante o seu orgasmo, causando mais e mais prazer à medida que outro aumentava, você nunca pensou que conseguiria, mas outro orgasmo lhe atingiu com mais força, a sensação era incrível, você estava praticamente chorando porque o prazer era tanto que suas emoções se misturaram. Você o puxou até os lábios e o beijou apressadamente ainda confusa murmurando "Bom, tão bom Harry."
Os quadris dele ainda estavam se movendo, mas com estocadas mais lentas, pois você estava sensível, tão sensível que ele se segurava para não gozar.
"Continue Harry! Mais forte."
Era o que ele precisava para ir mais fundo dentro de você, você estava gritando e ele gemendo profundamente em seu pescoço quando o calor familiar se espalhou pelas suas bochechas e todo seu corpo, o prazer tomando cada centímetro dele e seu esperma quente enchendo a camisinha.
Vocês dois ofegavam quando ele saiu de você, enquanto seus corpos sentiam as consequências do sexo alucinante que acabaram de fazer.
Ele beijou seus lábios, ainda levemente ofegante.
"Seu batom vermelho está todo borrado." Ele riu tentando limpar sua boca.
"Você tem batom em você, acho que manchei sua blusa."
"Eu gosto tanto de você, garotinha." Ele sussurrou. "Eu realmente gosto." Com a testa na sua, uma onda de tristeza passou por você quase a fazendo chorar diante dele. "Ei! O que foi querida?" Segurou seu rosto.
"Vo.. Você vai me deixar agora?" Seus olhos foram traiçoeiros ao deixar cair algumas lágrimas. "Vai embora?"
"Não." Ele deixou um beijo na ponta do nariz, secando algumas lágrimas que caíram.
"Então você vai dormir comigo hoje?" O seu semblante triste rapidamente mudou.
"Se você quiser." Seus lábios se curvaram em um sorriso. "Mas eu não pretendo dormir agora, eu ainda não terminei com você, será que aguenta mais uma?" Provocou-a.
"O velho aqui é você." Brincou empurrando o peito dele.
"Ei." Ele te repreendeu quando você pulou do balcão e saiu correndo enquanto ele lutava com suas calças. "Eu vou te mostrar o que velhote aqui sabe fazer." Ele gritou te pegando no colo encurralando no corredor a beijando e já estava pronta para começar tudo de novo.
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