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This or That | Steddie x Fem!Reader
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Summary: You can’t seem to figure out what you like better between Steve and Eddie (basically about who gives the best head..)
Warnings: EXPLICIT AF Minors DNI 18+ threesome, f & m receiving, m/f giving, oral f/m, filth filth FILTH
Note: This always happens...I ovulate and right very horny and filthy shit. This is becoming a pattern...Anyway, enjoy!
Reposts and comments are always apperciated!
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Watching Steve get Eddie off is your favorite pastime. 
Eddie is usually a talker when you all have sex. Always saying how good it feels when you clench against him or how hot it is when Steve spills his cum against his chest.  Or any other dirty filthy thing that comes out of his mouth. But when Steve goes down on him, he’s always quiet. Too stunned to anything as he watches  Steve fucking Harrington lick him from his balls to tip before swallowing his length down his throat. 
And seeing Steve with Eddie’s cock in his mouth does something to you. You clench against nothing, your holes begging to be filled as you lay your head on Eddie’s thigh and watch Steve drip spit from his mouth onto Eddie’s red tip. 
Licking your lips you see Steve lock eyes with you and smile before going back down on him. He takes on hand off of Eddie’s length and places it against your cheek. His hand still a bit wet as his thumb rubs against your lips, you eagerly open you mouth as needy as Steve knows you are, sucking and licking on his thumb. You let out a gasp when you feel two wet finger dip inside of you and curl with a skilled way that always gets you to come. 
Maybe your favorite is when Eddie gives Steve head.  His hair acting as a curtain, covering the filthy image of Steve’s cock between his lips. The only way you can know for certain that it’s happening is by the way Eddie moves his head up and down and the pretty noises Steve makes when Eddie goes an inch deeper.
 If Eddie doesn’t say anything when someone’s going down on him, Steve always becomes a whimpering talkative mess. His cheeks flushed and his chest moving rapidly as Eddie takes him inch by inch. You kiss Steve’s chest, licking any and every place you can, and Steve can’t get enough. He whines and whimpers and curses at the actions, and you love to shush his cries with a deep kiss. 
Wait, no, it’s the way Steve eats your pussy. Yeah, with his head in between your thighs and his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you from moving. Steve alternates sucking against your clit with putting his tongue inside you. Steve is good at what he does, you know it and Eddie knows it.
 Eddie, who's right next to you, palming your tits, squeezing your nipples ever so harshly and whispering praises to you. His eyes focused on Steve lapping at your wet folds. Eddie never lasts long with being the one to watch and praise you while the other eats you out. He always loses focus and gets distracted and jealous. So he never stays next to you for long. 
He goes down  next to Steve wanting in on the action so within seconds you feel both of their tongues against your pussy which causes you to come a lot quicker than usual. Unless Steve doesn’t push him off and order him back to lay next to you. 
Actually, it’s the way Eddie eats you out. How could you forget?  The way he talks to you with his lips right against your pussy, rubbing almost his whole face in your heat. His lips, nose and cheeks glistening with your slick as he drowns in you. He talks a lot, mumbling against you but you and Steve know it’s mainly to himself. Eddie goes dumb when he eats you out. A mumbling mess that will only be brought back to life with you having an orgasm on his tongue. 
Steve, ever so caring, gives you the extra care and praise you need to get there quicker. His kisses, all tongue and swollen lips, the way he sucks on your tits and flicks your wet nipples with his fingers. Sucking and biting your neck as your back arches.
 And he talks to you so sweetly. “Is Eddie making you feel good sweetheart? Do you like what he’s doing with his tongue? Fuck, just look at him, all drunk and dumb on your pussy. You're such a good girl baby, your pussy so good it’s makin’ Eddie lose his mind. You wanna come baby? Huh? You wanna come with Eddie’s fingers inside you?”
Honestly, you couldn’t really choose one or the other. Either way, it's always good with them.
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whitemancumslut · 5 days
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BIG SHOT polaroid | e.m.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem reader
Summary: In which you and Eddie have a picture book where you both store your sex pics. <3 💕
Warnings: 18+ Cursing, a little Smut (p in v), Oral (fem receiving), Praise kink, body worship(?), pet names, nudes
Word count: 1k
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If you pushed past the mounds of dirty laundry intertwined with disposed candy bar wrappers and a few empty shoe boxes, underneath Eddie Munson's bed lies the picture book. 
The picture book was your idea, but the pictures themselves were all Eddie's perverted idea. 
"Lemme take a picture of you, yeah?" Eddie said, taking a break from his delicious never-ending assault on your clit. Your juices dripped down his chin, some droplets stringing the tips of his hair, his lips all red and puffy covered in slick, and his eyes a little crazed and tinted in admiration. 
He kissed the supple plush of your thigh in a diagonal line; your hands stayed grazing his curls, body supine on the foam of Eddie's mattress. Eddie's lips make love to your thighs, to your tummy, from your breast to your neck, and eventually to your lips; where'd you gotten to taste yourself for the first time.
Eddie quotes Shakespeare. "Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry. Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." He says, glossy lips forming a smile.
"Lemme get a picture of you.” He asks again. “I want to savor my pretty girl in this moment," he says with that boyish smile and those adoring chocolate eyes.
Fuck, those eyes. Even if you were thinking of saying 'no' to Eddie, you simply couldn't. It was the way Eddie's eyes gazed at you every time you made contact. It was as if he was put into a dreamlike trance.
If Eddie had been a cartoon, his eyes and pupils would have turned heart-shaped.
You agreed to the picture, but just one.
Eddie sprung up from the bed, his naked pale body sprinting around the smallish trailer.
You hear a few thuds and ruffling coming from the next room. You imagine Eddie tearing his home apart to find his Polaroid camera.
When Eddie comes back, he returns holding a big-shot Polaroid. He says it was his mother's. He and Wayne don't use it often, so there should be enough film on it.
You try to sit up as Eddie crawls onto the bed, but he lightly pushes you back down, telling you you shouldn't have to move a finger, lie back, and be his muse.
You felt an uneasiness plummet in your stomach as you felt the cold lens of Eddie's mother polaroid aimed at your cunt; it was similar to the feeling you get when your doctor has to check beneath your folds for any signs of ovarian cysts or cancers at your yearly checkups.
And though Eddie had seen your bare cunt a multitude of times (just like your doctor), this particular time made your body shutter. Just as Eddie goes to snap the picture, he notices your sudden twitchiness.
"Hey," he says, palming the plum of your cheek. He lightly pecks your lips. "You trust me, right?"
You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip; of course, you trusted Eddie.
"Good." He nearly mumbles, eyes fixated on your glistening folds.
Eddie resume.
The Polaroid covers half of Eddie's face. With his right eye peeking through the eyepiece and his left eye squeezed tightly, Eddie aims the lens close to your cunt.
He places his thumb onto one of your folds and pulls back on the skin, snapping the picture in one snap. Seconds later, the blackened photo ejects from underneath the film shield.
With a few anticipated shakes from Eddie, the photo started to fade in, and you and Eddie stared at it with wide bug eyes and gaping mouths.
It wasn't the fact that Eddie could date back to this photo and jack off to it later that turned him on. Eddie was turned on because you let him do it; it turned him on even more that you trusted him to do it.
It turned you on because there was something obscure about seeing another aspect of your body, other than your face, on a Polaroid picture. In a way, you felt like you were Eddie's personal playboy bunny.
"Can I take another one?" Eddie asked in a daze, just as you went to ask him to take another, and then another, and then another, until you eventually ran out of film.
Taking pictures of you and Eddie's naked bodies would become almost like an addiction to both of you.
It became a ritualistic practice for you two before sex, grabbing the Polaroid (which now rested on Eddie's bedside table, along with packs of film) and taking turns snapping pictures of one another mid fuck.
Eddie would take the Polaroid from you and snap a picture of his cock plunging into your tight wet cunt; once he has his picture, then you'll take the Polaroid and snap a photo of your foot pressed against his pelvis, just above his happy trail. The cycle would go on and on until you were both covered in Polaroid pictures and cum.
It gets to a point where Eddie's bedside dresser, the current home for your photos, gets filled up, and you both have to resort to putting your photos in a picture book.
Making the picture book would be fun for both of you. You would sit on the trailer's living room floor, surrounded by glue, glitter, and markers; it's like a little arts and crafts project.
It'd be nostalgic for you and Eddie to return to your first photos all those months ago until now.
Eddie gets that gooey mushy feeling, getting wrapped up in the trust and intimacy of the photos--love, he thinks the feeling is called-- watching you watch a picture of yourself with a mouthful of his cock, and scrapbooking secret photos preserved for just his and your eyes only.
Eddie wants to tell you he loves you but doesn't yet; now isn't the right time. So he runs to his room, returning with his mother's big-shot Polaroid camera, and takes a snapshot of you.
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whitemancumslut · 1 month
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They’ve literally become one
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whitemancumslut · 1 month
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it’s like something’s telling me to write for Evan Buckley..
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whitemancumslut · 1 month
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santa baby - e.b **
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summary: christmas eve shenanigans by the tree
evan buckley x reader
smut!!
things sped up very quickly after athena’s christmas eve party. eventually, the candles burnt out and denny, along with other children, had to be tucked into bed before santa came tumbling on their roofs.
the innocence of the night was wearing off as buck stared at y/n in her tight red dress with the straight neckline. her arms were perfectly strung by her sides with the champagne glass in her hand. her rounded breasts were contoured by the golden lighting in athena’s room, and buck wanted to slap himself.
he hated feeling so turned on in the middle of a celebration for the holidays, but he couldn’t help but feel himself pushing against the fabric of his pants. the tingling sense in his stomach only grew when he saw y/n push her hair behind her shoulder, showing her sexy collarbones on which her long, gold necklace dangled over.
eddie’s sly comments were just faint sounds in bucks ear, teasing him for practically eye-fucking his girl from across the room. so, they were the next to leave.
buck had to stop himself from dragging her over the gearshift of his jeep and pulling her onto his lap. he wanted to feel the way her dress bunched up on her waist and then slowly peel it off her body as she begging for more.
“buck, slow down,” y/n asked, a slight chuckle in her voice looking at bucks white knuckles on the wheel. “it’s all fun and games until you get a ticket.”
“just wait til you see what im gonna do to you when we’re home. you’re gonna want me going faster.”
“oh.” y/n mumbled, shuffling in her seat, feeling the warmth in her lower stomach grow. she honestly thought buck was having a normal night, but she also knew what she was doing when she pulled that dress out of her closet. she slid her control center up on her phone, quickly turning on do not disturb for the night ahead of her.
he pulled frantically into the parking garage, running to her side of the door and grabbing her hand to pull her in.
“jesus, buck slow down!” she laughed. “you’re gonna rip my arm out of the socket.” she shut the door behind her quietly, noticing how late it was and not wanting to disturb anyone.
the moment she spun around, his hands were back on her sides, floating down her back and pushing his fingers into her ass. his lips were onto hers like a magnet, his soft kiss leaving stars in her mind. she could only faintly smell the whiskey on his lips, the one he sipped at while his dick was begging to be touched by her. he allowed her to fall into him, her hands touching the sides of his face and the back of his neck. he moved his legs quickly, pulling them into the living room. he sat her on the couch before sneakily scurrying away.
“what-“ she didn’t even have time to ask before he came back downstairs, his arms flooding with every pillow in the house. he slammed them onto the floor, right in front of the tree. “you do know we have a couch, right?”
“what’s the fun in that? c’mon,” he leans into her ear, his arms wrapping around her hips. “don’t lie and say you’ve never wanted me to fuck you under this tree?”
her mouth went slightly agape, shocked at his eagerness to please and the fantasies speeding through his head. “show me you’re not all talk then.”
he scooped her up, bending his knees to the ground and laying her on the pillows. he unstrapped her heels, throwing them across the room as she lay back against the cool, silky pillows. one of the straps of her dress was already sinking down her shoulder, practically begging buck to kiss all over her already. y/n propped herself up on her elbows, tugging at his shirt as he kissed her aggressively.
she felt his thick arms under the shirt, getting wetter just thinking about his muscles on top of her. buck placed his hands over y/n’s, leading them to the bottom of his shirt where she pulled it up, revealing his sexy figure and where his confidence rose. she just undid a few of the buttons on his pants before he couldn’t handle the wait. he stripped down completely, leaving his naked body to her view only.
it felt unfair for just him to be completely on display, and he only wanted to see her beautiful body in front of him. he started inching the dress up, leaning his body down to her thighs. he planted sweet kisses on her inner thighs, sucking and nipping at the skin. he eventually got to the point where the dress was on the floor, discarded somewhere with their other garments.
his large hands ran over her body, cupping her boobs and squeezing them lightly, in the most teasing way. he always knew how to get her where he wanted her, and he knew she was ready for him now. “shit.”
he placed a hand on her lower back, leaning her up to unhook her bra with one hand. he tossed it behind his head, earning a gentle giggle from y/n. he looked back rapidly, staring at her hardened nipples and bending down to connect his mouth.
his fingers were pinching and circling her left while his tongue worked on the right, getting the perfect amount of stimulation to get y/n all worked up. he loved to see the blush on her face, seeing her get all flustered and horny from his kisses. he sucked all around the skin on her tits, leaving small marks over her.
once he saw that she was fully content, he pecked a bit on her stomach, moving back to her inner thighs, just getting closer to her center. his fingers wrapped around the edge of her thong, pulling it down to fully reveal her wet pussy, the one that belonged to him.
“you’re actually the hottest person i’ve ever seen,” he said, connecting his eyes with her own as she smiled down at him. “just wanna taste you.”
his hands were placed on her knees, spreading her legs as far as they would go and settling himself in between. his fingers ran up her smoothly, the way they always do but make her feel ecstatic. he got his first moan as he circled his wet fingers around her clit, letting his fingers warm her up before his mouth was on her.
he licked and kissed at her lips as if they were just like her face, guiding the almost whimsical noises to leave her mouth. his arm was hooked under her thigh, his hand just by the top of her pubic bone. he lifted her up slightly to connect his lips to her clit, starting to suck again.
y/n’s hands reached down, lightly tugging at bucks growing hair in between her legs. she adored the way his hands were resting on her body as he ate her out and how lovingly he did it. he hit every spot that she needed to get off as she grinded on his tongue as it circled around her pussy.
as he kept licking at her favorite places, she came with a firework that left stars in her eyes and her chest heavy. her lungs filled with air, trying to catch up to the pleasurable feeling in her groin.
“buck!” y/n moans out. “god, buck i’m gonna cum.”
“cum for me, baby.” his deep voice vibrates against her cunt, instantly sparking up her entire body and leaving shocks throughout it. she clenched around nothing but the feeling of bucks mouth working her through her orgasm, her wetness being already around by his tongue.
when he finally released his hold on her legs and removed his mouth from her sensitive clit, buck pushed himself up onto his knees.
he connected his lips with hers once again, y/n now able to taste her sweet pussy on his lips. the way he treated her taste like an expensive wine just made it even better as he pushed his lips harder against hers. his tongue forced itself into her mouth, rocking against her own in a perfect rhythm. he used her mouth like he was starving, and he couldn’t help himself. the mix of her juices and her chapstick was the ultimate turn on, just making his dick grow harder.
“god, i wanna fuck you so bad.” buck groans, dragging his lips down her neck and sucking harshly on the skin.
“please fuck me already. i wanna feel you inside of me.” y/n begged, and buck could hear it in her voice how badly she wanted him.
y/n reached down, stroking bucks dick and pumping it a few times before leading it down to her pussy.
he ran his dick through her folds, collecting the mix of juices from her pussy and his own spit. the noises that she made as he grinded himself against here were heavenly, sounds that could turn him on faster than anything. the feeling of bucks body on top of her was unreal, almost like a dream. she reached up to grip his muscles as his hands moves down her waist.
he finally slid himself into her vagina, allowing himself to feel her tightness around his dick. he moaned out loudly, as if it were the first time he was ever in her. “holy shit, baby.” buck reached up through the pillows, taking y/n’s hands off her face. “don’t cover that pretty face.”
“you feel so fucking good.”
buck intwined his fingers with hers, bending her arms and pulling her hands up to the side of her head. he, in the most romantic way possible, rubbed her hands with his thumbs as he fucked her at the perfect place, hitting the amazing spots in her to make her moan out in pleasure.
he thrusted in her so hard, making her back arch off the pillows and making it difficult for her lungs to fill with air. the familiar sense started to creep up on her again, the bubble inside her threatening to burst.
“im so close, y/n, god,” buck groans out, not breaking the speed or rhythm of his thrusts. the only noises in the room were the wet sound of buck inside her and their practically synchronized moans of pleasure.
“you’re gonna make me cum, buck.”
“cum with me, baby, i got you.” buck continued to force himself into her, just the way she loves. he saw the way her face scrunched up and how her mouth dropped open with her blushed cheeks. the look in her eyes signaled how close she was, knowing they’d come together soon.
both of their legs shook as he came inside of her, spilling into her tight pussy. his thrusts slowed down, seeing his cum cover his dick and make a mess of her cunt. he leaned forward, shamelessly moaning into y/n’s ear as they both rode out their orgasms, using the other to their advantage.
“you’re so beautiful.” buck looks to the side, his nose lightly touching the side of y/n’s face before she tilts it.
“says you,” y/n winks, moaning again as buck pushes his fingers inside of her, attempting to clean the mess of juices and cum that they left. he pulls his hand up, letting y/n suck them and taste themselves mixed together.
buck rolls fully on his back, dragging y/n on top of him as she straddles him. “i love you so much.”
“i love you too, honey,” buck replies, kissing her lips again. “merry christmas, sexy.”
y/n laughs, gazing down at him and his goofy grin. “merry christmas, buck.”
“wait til you see what i got us for christmas.”
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- the calendar ✰ e. buckley
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summary: an unexpected person stars for the 118 in the firefighter calendar 
genre: angst 
warnings: hints at smut & swearing & jealousy 
pairing: evan buckley x fem!reader
word count: 1088
note: i am kind of tempted to write another version that ends in smut but I’ve never written proper smut so I am scared. pls let me know if that is something you guys want <3 
also, this is my first post in a couple of years but this has been going around in my head for a couple days
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I’m just glad that you’re still here to fuss over.
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Are You Jealous, Daddy? (Sneaky peaky)
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"Oh, you know," you trail off, raising an eyebrow and grabbing another plate and begin to wash it under the hot running water. "You just seemed pretty tense earlier. Did having Ryan here bother you?" Your voice had nothing but an enticing teasing tone laced in it.
Harry shakes his head, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, taking the wet plate from your lending hand. “No,” He spit out.
You nod, your lips pursed between your teeth. Seeing him like this was stirring something inside you. He cares - that much was clear. Harry placed the plate in the rack with a bit more force, causing it to clang against the other plates.
“I don’t know,” You tease and he looked down at you. The smirk you have plastered on your lips said it all. Like a little devil, you knew exactly what you were doing. And he was falling into it fast. “Seen you get a little tense whenever he’d touch me, mmh? You didn’t like what you saw?”
As you drew nearer, his anticipation seemed to swell. You placed your palms on his torso where you can practically feel his abs pulsing. The sensation of your hands upon him sending his mind into overdrive. You slowly ran your hands over his body, from his torso and to his biceps. His cock twitched in his pants at your burning fingertips.
"Were you jealous of him, Daddy?" You let the new word slip off your tongue, and Harry could feel his cock stiffening uncomfortably in his pants. "Is that it, hmm?"
His eyes squinting as if he’s trying to read your mind. But it was like a light switch, something saying fuck it! You’re not sure who moved in first but, finally, your lips clashed with his. Harry’s hands land on your hips, hands gripping at your top.
You felt yourself melting as his sloppy kiss hit your lips. He had an insatiable hunger, pushing you against the counter and pressing his hardness against you. It felt heavenly and you couldn't help but moan as the intensity coiled within. He asked with a low, cautious voice in case of waking your mother, "Do you see what you do to me? Can you feel that?” You moan as you feel his hands go under your shirt and his nails scratch softly on your tummy. His dick is pressed to your ass, pulsing strongly, begging for something to be done.
“Do you enjoy this, hmm?" His words were both a plea and an accusation. His desire was pure and you felt yourself wanting to give him everything he needed.
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20 MINUTES
SUMMARY You give Harry the best 20 minutes of his life.
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ SMUT, oral (m receiving)
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The digital clock on your bedside table read 6:40am. As usual, you wake up and get your day started, before your husband and two children even stirred. You make your way out of your master bedroom in silence, slowly opening each of your children's doors and taking a moment to gaze at them, lying peacefully in their beds. 6AM was early but when you have to prep the school lunches, Harry’s work lunch, and breakfast, all in one morning, it was reasonable.
As you stepped out the shower, brushed your teeth and got into some new clothes, you enter your bedroom, and you are greeted with the sight of your majestic husband. Stirring peacefully in the sheets, bathed in the warm orange glow of the rising sun. His bare, tatted torso is highlighted by the sunlight filtering through the window blinds. You’re slightly taken back because it’s very rare to even see Harry budge at this time. He’s not meant to get up until another 20 minutes.
"Baby?" he called softly, his eyes squinting with gentle warmth as he watched you draw nearer to him. As his foggy mind began to awake, he blinks causing his vision to sharpen.
You smiled warmly as you made your way to your king size bed. You crawled onto the bed, your knees sinking into the mattress. His hair was disheveled, yet you still thought he looked so perfect. His face was smushed in the pillow, his eye peaking out, watching you come closer. "Yes, it's me, baby," you chuckled lightly and your smile growing more and more. He returned your smile and pulled himself up from the fluffy pillow so he was now resting against it.
When you place your warm, gentle palms on his shoulder blades, he tenderly embraces you around your waist, tiredly pulling you in. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his puffy morning lips.
“Mmh, I don't know how you manage to wake up so early," he chuckles softly. He slowly closes his eyes and enjoys the sensual silence and the feeling of you on him. You hum in contentment, as you began running your palm over his chest and the tattoos that adorn it. He couldn’t get any sexier. Every morning look of his made your heart skip a beat. His hair, his voice, his puffy pink lips - everything about him was so sexy. How did you end up so lucky?
He watches as you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth. He catches you when you trail down his torso, your hand stopping once you past the names of your precious children etched into his skin. Harry felt warmth building as your leg slipped between his thighs and you leaned down to brush a soft, lingering peck to his cheek. His hum filled the four walls as he felt himself being pulled closer in and before he knew it, your lips had moved to his. His eyes fluttered closed as he happily kissed you back, his tongue pushing past your lips. He loses the touch of your left hand on his torso as you grasped the back of his head, drawing him closer to you as you shifted your body to straddle him. He expected you to pull away, but instead, you stayed.
You groaned into the kiss as your right hand moved from his torso to his crotch, and he tensed in response. Harry was taken back, "Right now?" He asked. You had anticipated the twenty minutes before one of your children awoke, and it was time for Harry to get ready for work. You were determined to make the most of it.
“Yes. Right now,” Your eyes drew to the space in between you and where his cock was stiffening. Your voice was serious but a playful smirk grew on your lips as you leaned in for another kiss. You pressed your lips against his, lightly gliding your tongue against his lower lip, asking for entry. He welcomed you in eagerly and let your tongues intertwine.
Harry's hands groped your ass as he growled with pleasure into your mouth. His desire melting through you as you could feel his cock growing beneath you. The kiss was hot and you hated to break it, but you wanted him in your mouth. You missed the feeling so much, your mouth was about to water just feeling him budge beneath you.
You pulled away from the kiss, opening your eyes to see him fluttering his. He gives you a teethy grin as you pecked his the side of his mouth before sliding off his lap. You positioned yourself on your knees, right beside Harry's thigh, and watched as he began to slide his briefs down. He raised his hips, freeing himself from the fabric, revealing his semi-hard cock. An amused grin crawled onto your lips, and your eyes widened playfully. Harry drew in a hiss of surprise as the cool air of the room touched him. Your eyes drew back down to his large cock that twitched after coming to contact with the cool air.
You bend over so that you're on eye level with his dick, your hand firmly grasping it. It's so large, it's difficult to wrap your hand around it fully. But you manage and apply pressure as he enjoys, and jerk him slowly.
You inch closer and slowly trace your tongue up the side of his cock. As you lick up the vein that was running up his length, Harry lets out a strained low moan of pleasure. You lick your way up to the tip causing all his nerves to shoot through. Harry brings his hands to the sheets, gripping feverishly. You grinned up at him, before kitty licking the tip of his cock again and again and again. Then, going down to his balls. Placing your hand on them and massaging them in your palms while licking from them to the tip. He threw his head back in satisfaction of your actions, while your hand continued to fondle his balls. “Fuck, Y/n,” Harry groaned. Your hand goes back up to his base and began stroking him at a good pace.
Eventually, you giving in and place your mouth back on him again. Sucking on tip lightly, swirling your tongue around, he becomes stiffer in your mouth as you tease. You could taste his pre-cum on the tip of your tongue and you swallow before you finally, brought your mouth down to suck on his large cock. Harry throws his head back.
The groan and growl and strain in his voice was sexy and you couldn’t help but moan around his cock. Your eyes meet when he brings his head back up so he can see you. He swears he could cum just by the looks of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. You hum gently against the tip and his body shivers in response, and he gasps, "Holy— F-fuck! Just like that, sweetheart.” Harry exclaims lowly.
He became more aware and realized you guys weren’t home alone and he kept his volume low. But you could still hear the beautiful sounds he let escape every now and then. “That’s it,” He muttered. Your hands rested on the sides of his naked tatted thighs, nails digging into his skin each time you went down and felt you were about to choke.
You bobbed your head, up and down, up and down, and up and down. Spit was spilling from the sides of your mouth and a deep dent formed in your cheeks as you sucked him harder. “Faster,” He said. So you went faster. You went down, further and further until his tip touched the back of your throat, and you stayed there for a while. Breathing through your nostrils, you huff as his dick literally stuffs your mouth.
Harry curses, “Oh fuckfuckfuck!” Oh, how you missed it. That feeling. The feeling of having him stuff your mouth. You practically choking on his heavy cock.
You pulled up for air, and asked, “Feels good, baby?” His cock didn’t get a break as your mouth left it, your hands replaced you. You jerked him as you await his response, he nods.
“Fuck yes,” He practically whines. “You’re doing amazing baby, a-as always…” The tug your hand was doing on his dick was causing him to get caught up in his sentence. Your grip was firm and your strokes with moist with your spit and felt phenomenal. Brushing over his tip ever so lightly, you nod before you bring his cock to your puffy lips and wrapping them around him again. Taking him as deep as you can, swirling your tongue around him, hearing him curse and grunt.
You knew he was close, he was a blabbering, trembling mess. Just because of this you take him in shallow, going deep, all the way until your nose hit his base. His thigh muscles tightened, as you felt on your elbow that rested just about it. You continued to move your head up and down, fast and faster.
“I am so close,” He grunts. That you knew. You bob your head faster and sucked harder and harder. He was going to pop. The feeling of you around him was euphoric. The way you stared at him with the big eyes like you were innocent with your mouth full of him. An absolute devil.
“I’m going to cum, baby.” His thighs were tense. Now there was no stopping. His hands leave the sheets and into your hair. Harry grips your hair as you gave him all you got. You sucked him harder and harder and the closer he got. His eyes closed shut as he felt himself going more and more over the edge.
Spit continued to spill down his shaft and down to his inner thighs. You huffed through your nose again as you sucked. Harry’s thighs tightened even more. His hips subconsciously lift as he pushes himself further down your throat. “Fuck!” He hisses as he throws his head back and before you knew it, he was cumming down your throat.
His groans are a bit more louder and his hips are still up. His cock is pressed into your mouth, his tip almost touching the back of your throat as he released. His eyes are slammed shut and so are yours as you hold yourself down on him making sure you get all of him.
You eventually pull off, careful not to lose any of him in your mouth. He opened his eyes to the sight of you swallowing his load.
“Fuck, baby. That was— incredible.”
“Why, thank you.” You smiled.
“No, thank you.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips.
With that, it was time to wake your kids up for school. You went to brush your teeth once more and gave them an extra five minutes in. Harry did the same, and got himself ready for work.
As it was time for the kids and Harry to go, the kids ran to the car as Harry says, “I’ll repay you later.” He winked before closing the front door.
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long!! But I’m back!! Rusty come back, but I hope you enjoy!!
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🥵hope you like kitchen sex . cuz it gets crazy
Are You Jealous, Daddy? (Sneaky peaky)
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"Oh, you know," you trail off, raising an eyebrow and grabbing another plate and begin to wash it under the hot running water. "You just seemed pretty tense earlier. Did having Ryan here bother you?" Your voice had nothing but an enticing teasing tone laced in it.
Harry shakes his head, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, taking the wet plate from your lending hand. “No,” He spit out.
You nod, your lips pursed between your teeth. Seeing him like this was stirring something inside you. He cares - that much was clear. Harry placed the plate in the rack with a bit more force, causing it to clang against the other plates.
“I don’t know,” You tease and he looked down at you. The smirk you have plastered on your lips said it all. Like a little devil, you knew exactly what you were doing. And he was falling into it fast. “Seen you get a little tense whenever he’d touch me, mmh? You didn’t like what you saw?”
As you drew nearer, his anticipation seemed to swell. You placed your palms on his torso where you can practically feel his abs pulsing. The sensation of your hands upon him sending his mind into overdrive. You slowly ran your hands over his body, from his torso and to his biceps. His cock twitched in his pants at your burning fingertips.
"Were you jealous of him, Daddy?" You let the new word slip off your tongue, and Harry could feel his cock stiffening uncomfortably in his pants. "Is that it, hmm?"
His eyes squinting as if he’s trying to read your mind. But it was like a light switch, something saying fuck it! You’re not sure who moved in first but, finally, your lips clashed with his. Harry’s hands land on your hips, hands gripping at your top.
You felt yourself melting as his sloppy kiss hit your lips. He had an insatiable hunger, pushing you against the counter and pressing his hardness against you. It felt heavenly and you couldn't help but moan as the intensity coiled within. He asked with a low, cautious voice in case of waking your mother, "Do you see what you do to me? Can you feel that?” You moan as you feel his hands go under your shirt and his nails scratch softly on your tummy. His dick is pressed to your ass, pulsing strongly, begging for something to be done.
“Do you enjoy this, hmm?" His words were both a plea and an accusation. His desire was pure and you felt yourself wanting to give him everything he needed.
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Are You Jealous, Daddy? (Sneaky peaky)
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"Oh, you know," you trail off, raising an eyebrow and grabbing another plate and begin to wash it under the hot running water. "You just seemed pretty tense earlier. Did having Ryan here bother you?" Your voice had nothing but an enticing teasing tone laced in it.
Harry shakes his head, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, taking the wet plate from your lending hand. “No,” He spit out.
You nod, your lips pursed between your teeth. Seeing him like this was stirring something inside you. He cares - that much was clear. Harry placed the plate in the rack with a bit more force, causing it to clang against the other plates.
“I don’t know,” You tease and he looked down at you. The smirk you have plastered on your lips said it all. Like a little devil, you knew exactly what you were doing. And he was falling into it fast. “Seen you get a little tense whenever he’d touch me, mmh? You didn’t like what you saw?”
As you drew nearer, his anticipation seemed to swell. You placed your palms on his torso where you can practically feel his abs pulsing. The sensation of your hands upon him sending his mind into overdrive. You slowly ran your hands over his body, from his torso and to his biceps. His cock twitched in his pants at your burning fingertips.
"Were you jealous of him, Daddy?" You let the new word slip off your tongue, and Harry could feel his cock stiffening uncomfortably in his pants. "Is that it, hmm?"
His eyes squinting as if he’s trying to read your mind. But it was like a light switch, something saying fuck it! You’re not sure who moved in first but, finally, your lips clashed with his. Harry’s hands land on your hips, hands gripping at your top.
You felt yourself melting as his sloppy kiss hit your lips. He had an insatiable hunger, pushing you against the counter and pressing his hardness against you. It felt heavenly and you couldn't help but moan as the intensity coiled within. He asked with a low, cautious voice in case of waking your mother, "Do you see what you do to me? Can you feel that?” You moan as you feel his hands go under your shirt and his nails scratch softly on your tummy. His dick is pressed to your ass, pulsing strongly, begging for something to be done.
“Do you enjoy this, hmm?" His words were both a plea and an accusation. His desire was pure and you felt yourself wanting to give him everything he needed.
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whitemancumslut · 3 months
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“You cling to him and ask every star in the sky not to take him from you” This is amazing 😭😭😭
Infinite You*
Summary: The one where Harry is in an open relationship with your best friend, and maybe you have more in common than you realized.
(Based on this request! There is no third, just Harry and Reader!)
Word Count: 8.6k
Content Warning: 18+, smut, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Sir Kink
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You’ve never noticed how incredibly attractive Harry Styles is.
Granted, that’s because you’ve never really allowed yourself to notice how attractive he is, but you notice today because that’s why you’re here. To notice. To study. To decide if this is worth it.
He’s not making it easy on you. Walking around the apartment with his shirt off, and his sweatpants low, and his hair wet. Reaching into the refrigerator and showcasing all the stunningly hard muscles in his back. The scattered tattoos. The chunky rings on his fingers.
You swallow.
You hadn’t planned to entertain this idea. You thought it was weird—strange in more ways than one. But you agreed to talk to him, see if it was a good fit, and now…here you are.
“So,” he calls as he straightens up and turns to face you. “What do you wanna know?”
“Uh…what do you want to tell me?” you call back. You wish you were smoother.
But he only smirks. He knows you’re nervous. And he knows you’re staring, which seems to amuse him. “Well, first things first, nothing happens that you don’t want.”
He’s kind. Considerate. Hot. It makes your stomach flip.
“Okay,” you say before swallowing thickly. “Great, I mean. That’s…that’s good.”
He walks back to the living room. He’s still amused. You’re still sweating. “If you do decide you want to, we can talk about ground rules and boundaries. Decide what you’re comfortable with. Go over when and where. Things like that.”
“Okay…okay, good.”
“Yeah. And if we don’t want to, we won’t.”
“Right.”
He takes a sip of his water. He’s hiding his smile. “Do you have any questions for me?”
You purse your lips and shake your head. “Nope.”
He’s unconvinced. Hesitating a moment before crouching down near your legs and glancing up at you as though to implore you and chastise you all with the same look. 
“Kitten,” he murmurs, and your heart just about beats out of your chest. “If we’re going to do this, I need you to be honest with me. That’s one of my rules. I need you to be vocal. Tell me exactly what you want and what you don’t.”
And you understand. You do. Consent isn’t a question. And you admire that he’s so adamant and unwavering. But that doesn’t mean you know what you want to say.
“I know,” you whisper, and his presence is different. Before, he was Harry: Rebecca’s boyfriend.
Now he’s Harry: the guy you might sleep with.
And it’s strange, and it’s new, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense. And you’re having quite the time trying to wrap your head around it.
But his presence is soothing. Calm. Doing more for your nerves than you initially realized. 
“It’s okay,” he whispers back, reaching a hand toward your knee. Long fingers squeezing it once. Comfort. “We’re just talking, yeah?”
You nod and force the first question out of your throat. “Do you…do you guys do this a lot?”
“No,” he answers coolly. He’s relaxed, and it helps. “Not with friends. Not really at all. Not unless it’s right. We don’t force it. If we find someone, we find someone.”
“Ah.” You nod again like you understand but you don’t. “And…you guys are both okay with this? Really?”
He smiles. Squeezes your knee again. “Yes. As long as you are.”
You smile back, and you realize your heart isn’t racing as much anymore. “Right. And…you don’t think this is weird? I mean…her pimping you out just to help me?”
He laughs, and you decide right then and there that you love the sound of his laugh. “No, I don’t,” he admits. “She’s not pimping me out. I offered.”
You lean back. “You offered?”
“She told me you weren’t having a good time with the guys you were meeting, and I said I could help.” He shrugs once. He’s so calm. “She liked the idea and told me she’d bring it to you.”
And you remember when she did. Remember how casually she’d said, “If you ever wanna use Harry…you’re more than welcome to.”
And you’d blinked at her because you couldn’t understand it at all. 
But she explained, “He and I have always been in an open relationship. And if you need a bit of…practice or just need someone to scratch that itch, I think he’d be really good. You could talk to him, see what you think?”
You were sure she was messing with you. You weren’t desperate and horny enough to go fucking her boyfriend, but she was more than all right with it. She assured you of that many times. Suggested you just talk to him and see how it made you feel. She gave you his number. You made a time to meet.
And now here you are, wondering if you really are about to go through with it.
“You…you want to help?” you ask him again, and he nods. 
“If you want me to.” Another squeeze to your knee. “Kitten, there’s no pressure here. It’s just a conversation. And if we decide no, then we won’t, and it’ll be all right.”
“But it’s…I mean, won’t it be like cheating?” Your hands begin to twist together on your lap. “What if you regret it? Or what if she regrets it?”
“We won’t. We agreed to this,” he says, and he’s still so calm. “This only works if she and I are honest. We know that. And we want to try new things, new people. Plus, she adores you. I do, too. But if you think it feels like cheating, then we don’t have to. We can end the conversation right now.”
A beat. He lets this settle.
“But if you want to try,” he continues softly, “then we’ll ease into it. We’ll go at a pace you’re comfortable. Yeah? This is all up to you.”
You feel your cheeks growing warm. He’s so good. “What if I’m not any good? And you’ve wasted your time? And I made this weird for no reason?”
He smiles, and his eyes are like meadows. Soft and serene. He straightens up just enough to brush his thumb along your chin and relax you. 
“There is no possible world where you aren’t good,” he murmurs, and somehow…you believe him. “But if you’re nervous, we’ll plan for that, too. We’ll communicate. I can help you find what makes you feel good.”
You walked into his apartment—into their apartment—sure you wouldn’t be doing it. Sure that there was no way you’d ever believe this to be a good idea.
But here you are, seriously considering it. Teetering on the edge of agreement, ready to fall into his arms.
“Are you sure you want to?” you ask him again. “Are you sure you don’t just feel bad for me?”
His brows pinch together, and he seems confused. But he’s still smiling. “Kitten, believe me. There is nothing I have ever wanted to do more. Sex is intimate and it’s tricky and it’s confusing. And you should only ever be with someone that makes you feel good. Feel safe. And if I can be that person for you, then I want to be. As long as you want me to be, too.”
And you do. You do. You aren’t sure if you even realized how badly until now.
You nod, and his touch lowers. “Okay,” you decide. “Okay, I want to.”
He does his best not to appear too excited, but you can see it there behind his grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You straighten your shoulders. “If…I mean, it’s just once, right? We do this, it’s over, we all go back to how it was before, and we don’t talk about it.”
Another beat. “If that’s what you want.”
“Oh, it is,” you assure him with a soft scoff. “No, I’m already gonna have a hard time looking you in the eye. And Rebecca. This is…it’s just…it’s weird.”
He drops his hand to your knee and squeezes it once more. “We don’t have to do this—”
“No, I do want to,” you assure him. “I really do, I just…it is weird. Maybe a good weird, but still weird. And I’m okay with that. I just…I want to, and we can, and then we don’t have to talk about it. Okay?”
 He nods. “Okay.”
The living room grows quiet. You aren’t sure what to do now. You aren’t sure if you’ve offended him. You don’t think he ever gets offended. He never has before. As Rebecca’s Harry.
But today he is Just Harry and Just Harry is very calm as he waits for you to continue.
You swallow again. “So…now what?”
“You tell me.” He stands, and you’re eye-level with his bare, toned stomach. 
“Uh…okay.” You shift. “Do…you wanna do it tonight?”
“Sure.”
“Do…do you wanna do it at my place?”
“Sure.”
“Do…I need to pick up…condoms?”
He smiles. “I’ve got some I’ll bring.” He nods at you. “And I’m clean, too. Got tested right after she told me.”
God, this is all so real. “Good. I did, too. Not that there was really much…chance. Since it’s been, like…three years.”
He doesn’t have a reaction to this admission. Most guys do. They think it’s weird you’ve been so long without sex. They think you’re a virgin again. They don’t want anything to do with you.
Harry has no reaction. He doesn’t seem disappointed, or relieved, or embarrassed for you, or even repulsed. 
“Good,” is all he says before running a hand through his damp curls. “What time would you like me to meet you?”
“Uh…5? No…7?” You wince. “I don’t know how long it’ll take, but…if it’s just a few minutes, then—”
“A few minutes?” Now he’s amused. “Is that all you think I can last?”
Your expression drops. “I…no. No, I just…I don’t know. Most guys tap out after a bit, so I figured—”
“Kitten,” he chuckles, and the sound goes straight to your cunt. “I plan to last as long as you’ll let me.”
Your stomach drops next. “Uh…okay. Great. Then…5?”
“Five,” he repeats, and you’re thrilled. Nervous. Thrilled. “We can talk more about what we want when we get there, yeah?”
You nod. “Sure. That’s…good. That’s good.”
He smiles, and just like that…the date is set.
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4:58 comes and you’re a nervous wreck. He’s already here—you’ve just buzzed him in—and now he’s walking up your steps. And you are standing in your kitchen, pacing, tugging on your robe, and trying not to sweat. Again.
When you let him in, he’s…breathtaking. Somehow, in the few short hours since you last saw him, he got exponentially hotter. 
His hair is dry, and his curls are styled in a way that makes you want to run your hands through them. He’s wearing a shirt, but it’s oversized and soft. Easy to slip out of. His jeans are ripped but they hug his hips perfectly.
He’s…sex. He’s beautiful. He’s stunning, and you are so incredibly nervous, you don’t know what to do with yourself.
“Hi,” he smiles as he slips off his shoes and shuts your door. “Sorry I’m late.”
“No, you’re not,” you argue quickly. “You’re perfect. You’re—fuck. No, you’re…this is good.”
He laughs and lets his eyes trail down your covering. “Are you…did I interrupt something, or—”
“No. No, sorry. I, uh…I figured this would be easier,” you explain, now absentmindedly playing with the tie. “You know, I could just slip this off, and we could go.”
He hums, but you can tell he’s biting his tongue. “I see. And…is that how you’d like to proceed? You just want to rip the band-aid?”
“Um…” Shit, do you? “I don’t…know. I was kind of hoping you could tell me.”
He nods now and asks for your hand. You give it to him—rather shyly—before allowing him to lead you toward your sofa. He sits you both down and brings your attention to him.
“I will do whatever you want me to do,” he begins. “But…I’d like to know what you really want. What you fantasize about, what makes you feel good. When you’re with someone, or when you picture being with someone, what are they doing? What are you doing?”
You feel your face grow warm. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation with him, and yet…he feels so safe. You trust him. You don’t mind admitting some of your weirder preferences. After all, Rebecca has told you before about what he’s like in bed. He’s…good. Very good. And into some weirder things, too. 
And maybe now you understand why she was so happy for you to ask him.
“I…I guess I like…to be taken care of,” you admit quietly, instantly glancing down at your lap to avoid his reaction.
But just as quickly, he’s slipping a finger under your chin and bringing your eyes back to his. “Yeah, Kitten?”
Your stomach wrenches. You nod.
“Tell me more,” he encourages gently. 
You fumble with your robe again. “Uh…I don’t really like…to make decisions. A lot of times. I…I feel better if I’m being told what to do.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Okay. I can do that. What else, baby?”
Baby. You think you might die. “Um…I think I like it rough. Or…rougher. Like…spanking, and…hair pulling, and choking…and stuff.”
He’s so entertained by your timid demeanor, and he chuckles again as he squeezes your jaw. “Is that right? D’you want me to spank you, Kitten?”
You really might die. “I…yes? I think so?”
“I need you to do more than think,” he says now, a bit firmer. “When I ask, I expect a clear answer. Is that understood?”
You nod, and you don’t even realize.
“So do you want me to spank you?”
“…yes. I do.”
“Good girl.” He brushes his thumb along your lips, and your mouth parts for him. “What else? What kind of positions do you like? Do you have any particular porn you like to watch?”
You look back down at your lap, and he smirks. “I…I don’t really watch it as much as…I read it.”
“Oh?” He dips down, looking for your attention. “You like to read it, baby? What do you like to read?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Just…just smut.”
“Yeah? Tell me about it.”
And you’re so embarrassed, yet somehow so enamored, and you tell him before you can stop yourself. “Just…sometimes it’s rough. And…taboo. And…dangerous, I guess.”
He hums again, considering this. “Like to be naughty when you’re alone, don’t you?”
And you feel like you’re on fire, burying your face in your hands with a soft groan until he immediately tugs them back down. 
“Uh-uh,” he warns, and goosebumps dance down your skin from where he’s touching you. “What did I say, hm? None of that. Come on.”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I just…I’m so nervous.”
Another soft smile as he cups your cheek and scoots closer. He’s everywhere. You can smell him, you can feel him. You can practically taste him and it leaves you with this insatiable need for more.
“I know,” he says calmly. “But it’s just me, yeah? You’ve known me forever. You know I’d never want to hurt you or scare you or embarrass you. And I’d never judge you.”
“I know,” you echo. “This is just all so…real.”
He hums and seems to consider something. Then, he nods his chin at you. “I wanna try something. Would that be all right?”
You swallow. “Okay.”
“Close your eyes.”
Your lashes flutter. “What?”
“Close your eyes. Just for a minute.”
So, you do. And the living room falls eerily quiet as you wait for whatever instruction might come next. 
But it never comes. He has no instruction. He’s quiet.
And then��
He’s kissing you.
Soft lips ghost across your own. They tease and they taunt. You can’t see him, but you can feel him—can taste him. He’s kissing you, and he’s taking your mouth against his, and he’s so…he’s so.
And not being able to see him does wonders. Because you lose all inhibitions and simply take. You accept what he’s offering and you delight in doing so.
He was right.
You grow hungrier—needier. You let your hands find his shoulders and hoist yourself up onto your knees. In turn, he takes hold of your hips to keep you steady and helps bring you onto his lap. It’s like you’re one. Like you’ve rehearsed this, done it a million times. A fluid, lustful, heavy dance that ends with pants and whispers of each other’s names.
And you forget how strange this might be. You forget your hesitations and your concerns. You allow yourself to have him and to enjoy it.
And it’s perfect.
When you finally open your eyes, you feel much braver. Ready to do what he came here to do.
His cheeks are flushed. His lips are pink and slightly swollen. His pupils are dilated and he’s wearing the softest grin—like a warm sweater. 
“Please?” you whisper, and his Adam’s apple bobs.
“Where?” he asks.
“Bedroom.” It might sound like a demand, but you’ve never felt so submissive. “Please, Harry—”
He picks you up. Carries you down the hall and toward your bed. He’s been here before, seen it a hundred times when he and Rebecca would come over for movie nights or dinners. 
But it’s different now and you both know it. He treats your space with reverence. Treats you with reverence. Awe. You are…everything to him in this moment. He makes you the center of his world, the focus of his attention.
And you have to remind yourself not to fall in love with him.
He drops you onto the mattress with care but just a bit of roughness. Exactly the way you like.
He follows after you. Slots his body between your thighs and brings his lips back to yours. You kiss until you feel dizzy. It’s quick and eager and tantalizing. He moves to your neck while your fingers move for his shirt.  He nips at your throat and you fumble with the hem. And he only stops kissing you so you can slip the shirt over his head and toss it toward the floor.
You’ve seen his body before—saw it just today. But now it’s here, in your hands, in your bed, in your room. And it’s glorious. Tan, strong, firm. Covered in tattoos that make you want to drool and rippling with muscles you didn’t even know someone could have.
You want to gaze but he’s already back on your neck, sucking bruises below your ear. And then…his hand is on your thigh.
You’re tempted to freeze—to be reminded of how odd the situation—but you don’t allow yourself to succumb to the overthinking.  You enjoy the feeling of his fingers moving up toward your robe. You enjoy the way they play with the tie as if teasing you. And you enjoy the warmth of his palm as he whispers, “May I?”
You nod until you get a headache. Practically flinging the robe open for him. 
He’s gentle as he pulls it undone. Considerate as he pushes it back and reveals your naked body to him. 
And there you are. Bare before your best friend’s boyfriend and it’s…
It’s…
Not nearly as strange as it should be.
His expression softens like your nakedness hurts him. In the best way. He groans and he stares and he parts his lips as if dying to take you in his mouth.
And who are you to deny him?
You nod again, allowing him to do whatever he might like, and he’s grateful. So very grateful for you as he guides the robe away from your body, disposes of it, and dives in.
He kisses from your shoulder to your chest. From your chest to your tits. To the valley between and down your stomach. He is practiced, he is patient, he is beautiful. And he feels like heaven.
“Harry,” you nearly whimper, eyes falling shut as you settle back onto the bed.
He squeezes your hips so you know he heard you. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just lay still for me, Kitten, okay?”
He’s telling you what to do. You listen. 
He pulls your legs apart and scoots back. He wants to taste you. You can see that he wants nothing more. But he stops to look up at you. Wanting permission. Wanting to hear you say that he’s allowed and that you want it, too.
“Yes,” you manage to choke out. “Yes, go. It’s fine.”
He rubs his thumbs along your skin to soothe you. “Can you do something for me, baby?”
Anything, anything, anything.
“Want you to grab my hair,” he tells you. “Want you to pull it, yank it, whatever. Want you to show me what feels good. Yeah?”
“Okay,” you agree breathily. “Promise.”
He grins and it’s all teeth. He returns his kisses to you. He starts at your bent knee. He goes down your inner thigh. He travels across your hip.
And finally…finally.
He’s gentle with your clit at first. A few kisses, just to prepare you. Getting a feel for your body, letting you get a feel for his mouth. For his face between your legs.
You bring a shaky hand to his hair and card your fingers through, fulfilling your vow. His hair feels good against your palm. Like butter. You gather him in your fist and tug.
His lashes flutter in response. He hums again—louder. You can feel it against your pussy and it makes your toes curl.
His hands keep you from bucking up, but he seems pleased when you try. He likes that you feel good. He likes that he gets to use his power to keep you still. 
“Har…Harry,” you whimper, and he groans again. He likes the sound of his name in your mouth. “Shit—”
He slaps your hip. A warning. “Good girls don’t use bad language. Do they?”
No. You shake your head. Your heart is racing. “Please…”
He’s happy again. Moving his mouth down your cunt until he can taste the beginnings of your arousal beginning to gather. “You’re so good for me, Kitten. You know that? Being so well behaved.”
You love his praise. You always have. Winning his approval means the world, and now, in this moment, it means that much more. You want to make him happy. To please him. To do what he wants. 
You yank on his curls and he seems to melt between your thighs. He moves back to your clit and sucks. Flicks you with his tongue and basks in the sound of your whiny cries. 
“There you go,” he says, and it’s more to himself. “I’ve got you.”
You’re shaking. Overcome by this feeling and by the impending release. It’s really going to happen. Harry is going to make you cum, and you never thought you’d see the day.
He knows you’re close. Knows you can’t fight it and he doesn’t want you to. He steadies his technique. Goes harder, faster. Gives you everything you’re asking for. You are puddy in his hands. Clay for him to mold. You are whatever he wants you to be in this moment and you’re more than all right with that.
He brings a finger to your hole and gently slips it inside. The fullness of such a large digit makes your brain turn to mush and you whimper again as you yank on his hair. He’s pleased.
“That’s what you needed, hm?” He sinks to the knuckle and starts to pump. “Just needed my fingers, yeah?”
“Yes…yes.” He’s so good. So very good.
“I know,” he hums, and it’s almost condescending. He feels bad that you’re so easy. “Take whatever I’ll give you, won’t you?”
You will. He knows it. You know it. If all he did was look at you, you’d feel grateful to be under the warmth of his gaze.
“Tell me, Kitten,” he continues, dragging his tongue up the length of your cunt. From his finger to your clit. “Do the boys in your books do it like this?”
You don’t want to think about your books at a time like this. Not when you have him. Real and here. In your bed. Your clit in his mouth.
“Do they?” he pushes and adds a second finger. How does he expect you to speak? “Hm? Is this what you dream about? When you fuck yourself in this bed? You dream about someone tasting you? Burying their face in your sweet pussy?”
You whimper. You writhe. You cling to his curls and try not to disappear.
“Speak,” he murmurs, and slaps your inner thigh.
You whine again and pant, “Yes.”
“Yes, Sir,” he corrects you, and lifts his head. He’s glistening in you. He’s beautiful. “M’not your friend here, Kitten. I’m the one making you cum. You will remember that.”
And you will. Because he is better than your books. He is considerate, and he is good, and he is making you cum before you can stop yourself. 
Your back arches from the bed. Your chest caves in on itself. Your legs squeeze the sides of his head and he fucking loves it.
He releases your hips so he can grab onto your thighs and press them hard to his cheeks. He wants to suffocate in you. You want to let him.
“Harry—” you gasp. He slaps your leg. “Sir…I…”
You can’t say anything else. He knows. It’s okay. He rides you through. Takes every drop on his tongue. Swallows you down. Feeds on you. Indulges in you. 
Today you are his.
And still, he’s not through. He begins again. He knows you’re sensitive and he knows it won’t be long before you give him another.
He adds a third finger and begins to thrust inside your quivering cunt. He says, “How many times do they make their girls cum?”
You glance down. “What?”
“Your books. Your fantasies. Your dirty smut that gets you off. How many times do they make the girl cum?”
You think. You can’t think. “I…I don’t know—”
“You do,” he argues and nips at your pussy. “Because I bet you wish it was more. I bet you make yourself cum for every time they do. I bet you fuck yourself while you read and pretend that it’s you.”
He’s right. You hate that he’s right. You hate that it’s so obvious.
“How many?” he repeats. “Once? Twice? Do they give up after that? Are they as good as you want them to be?”
You can’t hear him through the pounding in your ear. The second one is close. You’re shaking, trembling, dying. It’s already unraveling. You’re too far gone.
He pumps you through your second and carries right on to your third. “Shame you never called me. Shame you never read your little books and thought to ask me for help. Should’ve known I would have.”
Your cheeks are growing warm again. You’re embarrassed and sensitive to the touch. 
He notices. “You thought about it, didn’t you?” he realizes aloud, and he sounds almost proud. “Thought about me when you touched yourself.”
You shake your head but it’s a lie. You both know it.
“You did,” he repeats, and he’s smirking. “Did you picture me when you read? Picture me in your dirty little taboo fantasy? D’you picture my cock? My hands? My mouth?”
You did, and you’re embarrassed, and he loves it.
“Did I make you cum?” he whispers, and slips a fourth finger inside. “Hm? Did I have you coming all over your pretty hand? All over your sheets? Or did you use a toy, baby?”
You squirm. You try to fight him, try to fight this orgasm, try to fight what he’s making you remember. But it’s useless. 
“How many times did I make you cum?” he nearly purrs, and it’s over. It’s all over. You are powerless to him, and you embrace it. “How many times did you cum for me while you were reading your naughty little books—”
You don’t hear the rest. You’re unraveling for the third time before he can find his answer. But that’s more than all right because this was the answer he really wanted, anyway. 
He strokes your skin as you come down. Then, he pulls his fingers out, takes them in his mouth, and swallows you. Waiting until you’ve caught your breath before he’s crawling back up your body and slipping his tongue against yours.
He kisses you, and you taste everything. Him, you, and five years of memories shared between you. Rebecca slowly starts to dissolve from the picture and now it’s just the two of you. In every flashback, every moment. Maybe it was always him and you.
You reach for his belt. You want his jeans off. You want your hands around his cock. You want to hold him, ride him, gag on him. You’re impatient and he’s amused and it feels as though time is moving far too slow.
“Easy,” he tuts, but he kisses you again. “M’gonna give you my cock, Kitten, just have to wait for me, yeah?”
You pout. He kisses it away. “Can’t wait, Sir. Need it.”
Sir makes him grin, and this seems to work in your favor. “You can’t, hm? Well, what if I wanna take my time?”
You groan and you whimper and you fling your arms around his neck to pull him close and plead with him. “Please,” you whisper, kissing along his neck, and his skin tastes divine. “Please fuck me, Sir. I need it. Might die.”
He chuckles, and the vibration of his chest makes your insides twitch. “I bet. S’been a long time, hasn’t it?”
Three years, and while you know sex isn’t necessary to survive…now that you’re here…you feel rather insatiable. 
Because it’s not the fact that you haven’t had sex in three years that’s making you anxious. It’s the fact that you haven’t had sex with him. And you need to. You need him to scratch this itch that only he can scratch. And you need him to do it now.
“Are you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, and you want to cry. He’s so good. “Can I do that, Kitten? Can I make it better?”
You nod, and you’re dizzy, and you’re dripping onto your sheets below. You feel so empty without him.
He laughs again and it’s heaven. “Good girl. Take off my jeans, okay?”
You do, and you do it well. They’re off in under thirty-five seconds and on the floor, next to your robe and his shirt. Your clothes look good together. It makes you smile.
He nods at his boxers, the only thing left between you. “Take ‘em off.”
You do. You roll the dark band down his gorgeously strong thighs and help him slip out of them before they’re joining the collection on the ground.
He’s got a large tattoo on his left leg that’s just begging to be licked and muscles in his calves make your pussy clench.  
You stare at him and you probably drool and he’s laughing again.
He slips his finger under your chin once more and lifts your head until your eyes meet. He is a meadow. Gentle and calm. “Do you want a taste, Kitten?”
More nodding, more drooling. He kneels and you scoot closer, grasping onto his thighs to brace yourself as you stare at him.
He’s hard, and big, and leaking in a way that makes your throat go dry. He is better than you wanted him to be and he is better than the books and he is real. 
You dip down and you allow your lips to graze his tip. He smiles and puts a hand on your head to guide you. Comfort you. Control you in just the right way.
You extend your tongue and drag it up the side. He tastes good. More so than you expected. It’s like candy, and you lick and lick until you needily begin to take him into your mouth. 
He squeezes your scalp lightly. Easy. You’re going fast and he wants to go slow. He wants you to enjoy yourself. 
But you are. How could you not? He’s heavy in your mouth and you never thought you’d enjoy sucking someone’s cock as much as you do his. Maybe it’s true what they say. Maybe you really do get pleasure out of pleasing him.
You take more. As much as you can bear. Your eyes flutter shut. You’re tempted to gag but you don’t, not yet. You don’t want him to think you can’t take him. You want to be good. As good as he was for you.
He slips his fingers into your roots and tugs. “Baby,” he warns softly. “Don’t push yourself—”
You keep going. You groan around him and he curses at the feel of your throat. You go further. Until your eyes are screwing shut and your breathing becomes labored.
Suddenly, he’s yanking on you. Pulling you off as a string of saliva drips from his cock to your mouth.
“Hey,” he grunts, and he looks at you. You want to shrink. “I told you to go easy, yeah? You have nothing to prove to me, Kitten. This is not about doing something you think I need you to do. I want you to do it because you want to do it. It’s not a competition. I’m not gonna be disappointed if you can’t take much of me.”
You frown. “I know, but…I want to. I really do want to. I just…you’re big, Ha—Sir. You’re so big.”
You’re feeding his ego (but you’re also telling the truth) and he exhales a soft laugh. “I know,” he repeats. “But forcing yourself will only hurt. Besides, this is about you, yeah?”
Your expression falls. Another reminder that he’s only here as a service. To get you off and then get out. He won’t be spending the night, and he won’t be calling you tomorrow to set up the next time, and he won’t be promising that he’ll train your throat open to take his cock. 
You nod. You concede. Bring your hands to your lap and pull yourself away.
Now he’s frowning. He smooths his palm down the back of your neck and tugs you to him. He looks at you and he’s looking for what you’re really thinking. Something shifted. He wants to know what. Why.
“This is about you,” he says again, and you wish he’d stop. “Believe me, I’d be happy to have you gag on me, but that’s not what we’re doing tonight, okay? Not tonight.”
And it’s not a promise of next time. You know that. But not tonight implies something more open-ended than before and you finally smile. “Okay.”
He sweeps his thumb along your throat. “Can I fuck you now, baby?”
“God, yes,” you breathe, and nearly drag him on top of you. 
He smiles again and you feel whole. The dance continues. He kisses you and situates himself between your thighs, and you are so very ready. 
“Shit, wait, hold on,” he says, and you almost burst into tears. “I need to grab the condoms—”
“No,” you nearly shout, and his brow raises. “No, I…we’re both clean. And I’m on the pill. Why…why don’t we just…not? Maybe?”
It’s selfish, you know it’s selfish. But you want to feel him. You don’t want something keeping him from you and you want to know that he actually fucked you. 
You like condoms. You prefer condoms. But not now. Not with him. You have to know he really did this. You need to feel him in your pussy for years to come.
He looks at you. “You’re on the pill?” He doesn’t answer your question.
“Yeah. I take ‘em for cramps and regulation and stuff.” You wince. Talking about cramps is not sexy. “The point is…if you want…I mean, I want, but if you want…?”
He thinks about this. Brushes your hip with his thumb. Thinks. “I don’t mind, but only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” you exhale. “God, I’m sure. Honestly. As long as you are. And…and Rebecca. I don’t know if you guys have a rule…or anything.”
You wince again. You don’t want to bring up Rebecca, either. But you know you have to. You know she’s your friend, and she’s Harry’s partner, and this has to be asked. It has to be considered.
So, he considers it. “Most of the time we have a rule, yeah. For safety and peace of mind. But that’s when it’s other people. She doesn’t mind if we do or don’t. She said it’s up to me.”
“You talked about it?” 
“Yeah.” Of course they did. Honesty. “When I was grabbing the condoms. I asked if you had a preference, she said she didn’t think so. Said we could just go without if we wanted. As long as I got tested after.”
“Right.” You almost feel weird knowing they talked about you. But what did you expect? “And…do you want to?”
Another beat. He looks at you. Really looks at you. “I want to fuck you. I want to feel you. I think we’ve taken all of the right steps and I feel comfortable going without. As long as you do.”
“I do,” you assure him again. “I really, really do.”
He smiles. “Good.” He drags his tip down your cunt, gathering your arousal. “Then I wanna start like this. Wanna see your face. Make sure you’re doing all right.”
You nod quickly.
 “And I wanna see you when you cum on my cock for the first time,” he whispers huskily before steadying himself above you.
You are giddy. He is everything. He is so much better than your books and he is lining himself up with you and he is big, and ready, and beautiful.
He kisses you again. “Deep breath, okay? Try to relax. Don’t want to hurt you.”
You do breathe. You do try to relax. You let your mind wander to a world where he does this to you every night. Where your pussy happily accepts him and knows him and molds to him.
He pushes in. You reel.
Still, he is good, and gentle, and kind. He kisses you more. He distracts you, even though he doesn’t need to. You pretend that he’s imagining a world with you, too.
He sinks in further, and life is perfect. Your nails claw at his back—at the many muscles that tense beneath your touch. Your leg hooks to his hip, your heel against his ass. You draw him in. You plead with him for more. You say his name, you moan, you shiver.
“Shh,” he coos, and he wraps his hand around your throat. He remembers what you like, and he squeezes gently. “Let me do this, don’t rush me.”
You whimper, “Sir,” and he kisses you again. You are addicted to his tongue.
He finally buries himself all the way, hips against yours, chests flush together. He’s heavy and he’s warm. Like a weighted blanket and you feel so safe. You’ve missed the feeling of another body on top of you. Of that connection and intimacy. That protection. It’s even better when it’s him.
You cling to him and ask every star in the sky not to take him from you. “Please move, Sir.”
He draws back. He begins to fuck you, and he’s so big. He stretches you, claims you. Owns you, truly. He sucks your tit into his mouth and you melt between his lips. He nips, and pulls, and groans. And you hate everyone he’s ever been with before. You wish you were his only. 
He starts going faster. But not too fast. He wants to make you anxious for it. He wants you to beg. Wants you to unravel yourself from need alone. And you’re so close to doing just that.
“Good girl,” he praises, and your heart cracks down the middle. “Taking me so well. Is this what you needed, Kitten? Needed someone to fuck this tight little pussy until you felt better?”
You nod and you whimper again. He’s fucking you back to life. What happens when he leaves?
You shake the thought free and focus on now. His body feels good against yours. His teeth are perfect on your throat. His curls are soft and his skin is tan and his cock is fucking magic.
He’s relentless. Thick. Splitting you open and drawing you in. Your tits bounce from the thrusts and your back arches from the bed and his face is delicious. 
He’s watching you closely, just like he said. He’s studying your reactions, your noises, your gasps for air and mercy. He wants to know he’s giving you what you wanted. He wants to know he’s doing it right.
And of course he is. He has to know that. He has to assume he’s better than the average man. You wonder if he learned this from Rebecca or someone else. You wonder what would happen if you were his. Could you be okay with him sleeping with other people? Could you accept that he still wants you? 
You close your eyes and scrunch your nose. You’re doing it again. You’re letting yourself imagine a world you can’t have. You aren’t being present; you aren’t enjoying what you’re being given now. 
Suddenly, his hand is back on your throat. He’s squeezing, but pointedly. Asking for your attention.
“Hey,” he murmurs, just as stern as before. You look up. “What is this? What is this face for, what’s wrong?”
You blink and then realize your expression is still bunched. You relax. “Nothing, sorry.”
“Hey.” Firm. Unrelenting. He stops thrusting and you want to die.  “Baby, you can’t do that. I told you I need communication, I need honesty. If I’m hurting you, you have to tell me—”
“No,” you insist quickly. You take hold of his shoulders and then his hips as though to get him to continue. “No, that’s not it. I promise. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t move. “Then what was the face for? What’s wrong?”
You huff. Sigh. Squeeze his waist. “Nothing, I promise. I was just…thinking about something I shouldn’t. And I wanted to stop.”
“Stop fucking? Or stop thinking?”
“Thinking. I wanted to be here. With you.”
He relaxes now and you feel his cock twitch. “Kitten, I want you here with me, too. If you’re not, we can stop for a while—”
“No,” you groan. You feel like a child about to throw a temper tantrum. “No, I swear. I am here. I am. And if you stop, then I won’t be, and it might kill me.”
He sighs now. It’s heavy. “Nobody else exists outside of this room except you and me, yeah? Just us.”
You melt. “Yeah…”
He kisses you. “I want you here with me, baby,” he exhales, and it’s like he’s breathing the sentiment into your lungs. “I need you here. With me. On my cock. Don’t want you to think about anybody else. It’s just us.”
You nod again, and you claw at him, and you beg him to keep going. He does. It fixes everything.
When your fourth hits you, you see the stars. Even if they aren’t in your favor, they are bright, and warm, and they carry you through to the other side.
And once you’ve caught your breath, Harry pulls out. 
You’re tempted to wither, to cry, to beg him to stay but he’s already flipping you around onto your stomach and driving himself back in.
Now you understand. And you’re ecstatic. He’s rough. Pulling your hair, forcing your cheek to the bed, slapping his palm against your ass.
“Give me another,” he demands, and he sounds angry, but he’s not. He’s ready. “Just like you would for your little book boys. You fucking cum for me, right now. Let me feel you. Let me cum with you.”
He slams into you and it’s so full. You could cum for a lifetime and still never feel finished.
He spanks you again. Grips your hair. Forces your nose into the duvet until it’s hard to breathe. It’s rough. Deep. And still…he’s caring for you. You know he’s making sure he isn’t pushing too far. Just enough. You love it.
“What a sweet little pussy,” he seethes, but it’s thick with lust. “Can’t believe you’ve fucking kept this from me for five years. All this time and you were right here.”
You’re glad he can’t see you now. He might be afraid of how happy that sentence makes you.
“S’all I’m gonna think about,” he says. “Tasting you. Fucking you. Feeling you. Gonna dream of this pretty pussy every goddamn night.”
You moan. You hope he does. Hope he dreams of it when he’s lying next to her. 
No. You scrunch your nose. You reject it. You ignore it.
He spanks you. Kneads your ass in his hand, then spanks you again. “Gotta promise me something, Kitten. Yeah? Gotta promise me that you’re gonna think of me, too.”
And you are. Of course you are. You always do. “Yes…yes, Sir. I promise.”
Another slap and squeeze to your scalp. “Good fucking girl. Now cum. Fucking cum for me, baby.”
You want to. But not before he does. You need to feel him, too, and you hold off as best you can until you feel him twitch.
“Kitten,” he says, and you’re ready. “Want you to make me another promise, yeah? Want you to take my cum…and keep it. Keep it in your little pussy, even after I leave. Okay?”
You nod quickly. You will. Of course you will. God, how could he think you wouldn’t?
Your promise tips him over, and he cums, and he’s loud, and it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
You wish you could see him. It’s so cruel that you can’t, and you try to glance back to catch even a glimpse. You see his brows scrunch together, see his mouth drop open, see his cheeks flush from the force.
And seeing him tips you over. You cum together, a mess of moans, and pants, and nicknames. Sweaty bodies connecting as he collapses on top of you, further burying you into the mattress. And it’s so hot and you can’t breathe, but you have never felt more alive. This moment is infinite. He is infinite, and you are infinite with him.
“Shit,” he says, and you have to agree. “You’re so good, baby. So fucking good. Can’t believe you’ve kept that from me.”
It’s the second time he’s said it. You wonder if he realizes. “I didn’t do anything, this was all you.”
He snorts. “Kitten, I had nothing to do with how fucking good that was. Believe me. You…are fucking perfect. Every cute little flutter of your cunt. Your tits. Those big eyes…”
The room falls silent. You imagine he wants to turn you around and see you, but he doesn’t. He’s keeping himself inside you for as long as he can. 
“Thank you,” you whisper, and the sentiment doesn’t feel strong enough. “For…for doing that, I mean. And…for not making it weird. I know I was probably kind of…rusty and nervous, and I just—”
“No.” He shakes his head. Squeezes your hip. Kisses your bare back until you fall silent. “You are perfect. Okay? That was perfect. I really, really enjoyed it.”
You smile. You are happy and miserable all in the same moment. “Me, too.”
You want to ask if you’ll be doing it again. You want to pretend that he’s not gonna leave you and go back to her. That he’s not Rebecca’s Harry or Just Harry.
That he’s Your Harry.
But all good things must come to an end. He will leave. And you will let him.
“Now what?” you dare to ask.
A small beat. “We don’t have to talk about it after I leave…if that’s what you still want,” he says next, and your chest feels heavy. “I just want to make sure you’re all right before I do. That you pee, and you drink your water, and you take it easy. I know I went kind of hard on you.”
“But it was good,” you tell him, and you grin at the memory. It feels so far away. “Really good. Everything I wanted.”
“Yeah?” He kisses you more. The space between your shoulders. Your neck. Your cheek. “Any notes?”
You laugh. “No notes. God, no. You’re like a sex god.”
“Better than your books?”
“So much fucking better.”
“Hm.” More kisses. “Don’t tell me that. I’ll get a big head.”
“You already have one,” you attempt to tease, and he laughs, too. “Both of them.”
The room fills with giggles until you both fall silent again. He doesn’t leave. You don’t make him.
“Do we…tell Rebecca?” you ask. “Like…the details and things?”
“Only if you want to.” He stops kissing you now but rests his cheek on your head. “She doesn’t expect us to, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
You nod. You like Rebecca. You can’t imagine you’d be so relaxed if you were in her position. “And this…works for you guys? The open relationship?”
“Yeah.” He smiles. Nods. “We have a lot of love and trust and I think that’s why. It’s what we both want.”
You resist the urge to scrunch your nose. You’re happy for him. For both of them, you are. This really is what’s best and you’re so glad they have each other. And you’re glad that they’re both willing to explore it with you and still keep you in their lives.
“Is it just sex?” you ask next, despite your better judgment. “Or…like, what if you wanted to date someone else? Or is that not what it means?”
“We can date around if we want. We haven’t in a while, just because we can’t seem to find people we like enough to keep around.” He smirks. “But we could. It’s not as rigid as it sounds.”
He finally pulls out and you want to cry. You feel cold and empty.
However, he’s quick to scoop the dribbling cum from your pussy and push it back in. Just for a little while longer. 
You close your legs and smile. “I don’t think it’s rigid as long as it’s what you want.”
He smiles back. “It is.”
You shift now. You feel nervous again. “So…then, I guess by the rules and things…it wouldn’t be…totally weird to see if you wanted to do it again? Not that we have to—we could, I mean. Or not, if you don’t want. Or maybe I should ask her. Or you can. Or…actually, it’s dumb, never mind. I don’t know why I thought—”
He grabs your chin. Presses his thumb to your lips to quiet you. “Kitten, breathe.”
You do.
“We can do it again,” he says, and you have never felt so happy. You feel as though you were just set on fire. Your skin is tingling, and your insides are twisting, and your pussy is clenching. “We don’t have to ask permission. We’re adults. We can do whatever we’d like. That’s the point of an open relationship.”
You nod. You want to kiss him. “Okay. Are you…I mean, do you want to? We don’t have to just because I do, honestly. I just…we both liked it, so I thought maybe we’d want to. Unless it wasn’t really that good for you, which I would understand—”
“Kitten.”
You stop. You breathe.
He chuckles. “I would love to fuck you again. And again. And again. As many times as you’ll let me.”
You’re practically shaking. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He grins. He can tell how giddy you are. “What are you doing next Friday?”
“I am doing whatever you want me to.”
The expression that splits his face is like sunshine. He loves this answer, and he loves your pussy, and perhaps one day…he’ll love you, too.
“Good fucking girl,” he breathes, and surges forward to kiss you.
And maybe…this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
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whitemancumslut · 3 months
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Older Eddie telling us to keep bouncing while he plugs us up with his cum 🫡
oh MY GOD 😵‍💫
18+ ONLY MDNI
“don’t. you. fucking. stop.”
eddie says each word in tandem with the thrusts of your hips, his own bucking up to meet yours. you have no intentions of stopping, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat. hands clawing at his shoulders, his rings digging into the skin of your hips. leaving your own marks on the other, eagerly letting the older male take full claim of you.
“gotta keep this pussy nice and full, don’t i bunny?”
your head that has been tossed back is suddenly forced forward, the brunette making you meet his hungry gaze. your mouth falls open but all that escapes is a moan. eddie isn’t pleased with that response, gripping your chin harder between his fingers.
“use your words baby. or i’ll finish and you won’t.”
a pathetic whimper leaves your pouted lips, before he finally releases you with a raised brow. you know eddie will make good on that promise, he always does.
“y-yes daddy.”
the male grins wickedly, his rough fingers now rubbing over your swollen clit. making you clench harder around his cock, a low groan falling from his mouth. you can’t stop your body from shaking as you reach your high, moaning as you feel his cum painting your inner walls. marking you fully as his, and his alone.
“that’s my girl.”
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@robertdiament: 🎨✨❤️‍🔥🎧🎤 Celebrating 5 years of @TalkArt with one of our FIRST EVER GUESTS Mr Pedro Pascal @PascalisPunk! 🥇Pedro is officially the most listened to episode in our podcast’s history on @Spotify! We love you Pedge.
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whitemancumslut · 4 months
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20 MINUTES
SUMMARY You give Harry the best 20 minutes of his life.
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ SMUT, oral (m receiving)
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The digital clock on your bedside table read 6:40am. As usual, you wake up and get your day started, before your husband and two children even stirred. You make your way out of your master bedroom in silence, slowly opening each of your children's doors and taking a moment to gaze at them, lying peacefully in their beds. 6AM was early but when you have to prep the school lunches, Harry’s work lunch, and breakfast, all in one morning, it was reasonable.
As you stepped out the shower, brushed your teeth and got into some new clothes, you enter your bedroom, and you are greeted with the sight of your majestic husband. Stirring peacefully in the sheets, bathed in the warm orange glow of the rising sun. His bare, tatted torso is highlighted by the sunlight filtering through the window blinds. You’re slightly taken back because it’s very rare to even see Harry budge at this time. He’s not meant to get up until another 20 minutes.
"Baby?" he called softly, his eyes squinting with gentle warmth as he watched you draw nearer to him. As his foggy mind began to awake, he blinks causing his vision to sharpen.
You smiled warmly as you made your way to your king size bed. You crawled onto the bed, your knees sinking into the mattress. His hair was disheveled, yet you still thought he looked so perfect. His face was smushed in the pillow, his eye peaking out, watching you come closer. "Yes, it's me, baby," you chuckled lightly and your smile growing more and more. He returned your smile and pulled himself up from the fluffy pillow so he was now resting against it.
When you place your warm, gentle palms on his shoulder blades, he tenderly embraces you around your waist, tiredly pulling you in. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his puffy morning lips.
“Mmh, I don't know how you manage to wake up so early," he chuckles softly. He slowly closes his eyes and enjoys the sensual silence and the feeling of you on him. You hum in contentment, as you began running your palm over his chest and the tattoos that adorn it. He couldn’t get any sexier. Every morning look of his made your heart skip a beat. His hair, his voice, his puffy pink lips - everything about him was so sexy. How did you end up so lucky?
He watches as you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth. He catches you when you trail down his torso, your hand stopping once you past the names of your precious children etched into his skin. Harry felt warmth building as your leg slipped between his thighs and you leaned down to brush a soft, lingering peck to his cheek. His hum filled the four walls as he felt himself being pulled closer in and before he knew it, your lips had moved to his. His eyes fluttered closed as he happily kissed you back, his tongue pushing past your lips. He loses the touch of your left hand on his torso as you grasped the back of his head, drawing him closer to you as you shifted your body to straddle him. He expected you to pull away, but instead, you stayed.
You groaned into the kiss as your right hand moved from his torso to his crotch, and he tensed in response. Harry was taken back, "Right now?" He asked. You had anticipated the twenty minutes before one of your children awoke, and it was time for Harry to get ready for work. You were determined to make the most of it.
“Yes. Right now,” Your eyes drew to the space in between you and where his cock was stiffening. Your voice was serious but a playful smirk grew on your lips as you leaned in for another kiss. You pressed your lips against his, lightly gliding your tongue against his lower lip, asking for entry. He welcomed you in eagerly and let your tongues intertwine.
Harry's hands groped your ass as he growled with pleasure into your mouth. His desire melting through you as you could feel his cock growing beneath you. The kiss was hot and you hated to break it, but you wanted him in your mouth. You missed the feeling so much, your mouth was about to water just feeling him budge beneath you.
You pulled away from the kiss, opening your eyes to see him fluttering his. He gives you a teethy grin as you pecked his the side of his mouth before sliding off his lap. You positioned yourself on your knees, right beside Harry's thigh, and watched as he began to slide his briefs down. He raised his hips, freeing himself from the fabric, revealing his semi-hard cock. An amused grin crawled onto your lips, and your eyes widened playfully. Harry drew in a hiss of surprise as the cool air of the room touched him. Your eyes drew back down to his large cock that twitched after coming to contact with the cool air.
You bend over so that you're on eye level with his dick, your hand firmly grasping it. It's so large, it's difficult to wrap your hand around it fully. But you manage and apply pressure as he enjoys, and jerk him slowly.
You inch closer and slowly trace your tongue up the side of his cock. As you lick up the vein that was running up his length, Harry lets out a strained low moan of pleasure. You lick your way up to the tip causing all his nerves to shoot through. Harry brings his hands to the sheets, gripping feverishly. You grinned up at him, before kitty licking the tip of his cock again and again and again. Then, going down to his balls. Placing your hand on them and massaging them in your palms while licking from them to the tip. He threw his head back in satisfaction of your actions, while your hand continued to fondle his balls. “Fuck, Y/n,” Harry groaned. Your hand goes back up to his base and began stroking him at a good pace.
Eventually, you giving in and place your mouth back on him again. Sucking on tip lightly, swirling your tongue around, he becomes stiffer in your mouth as you tease. You could taste his pre-cum on the tip of your tongue and you swallow before you finally, brought your mouth down to suck on his large cock. Harry throws his head back.
The groan and growl and strain in his voice was sexy and you couldn’t help but moan around his cock. Your eyes meet when he brings his head back up so he can see you. He swears he could cum just by the looks of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. You hum gently against the tip and his body shivers in response, and he gasps, "Holy— F-fuck! Just like that, sweetheart.” Harry exclaims lowly.
He became more aware and realized you guys weren’t home alone and he kept his volume low. But you could still hear the beautiful sounds he let escape every now and then. “That’s it,” He muttered. Your hands rested on the sides of his naked tatted thighs, nails digging into his skin each time you went down and felt you were about to choke.
You bobbed your head, up and down, up and down, and up and down. Spit was spilling from the sides of your mouth and a deep dent formed in your cheeks as you sucked him harder. “Faster,” He said. So you went faster. You went down, further and further until his tip touched the back of your throat, and you stayed there for a while. Breathing through your nostrils, you huff as his dick literally stuffs your mouth.
Harry curses, “Oh fuckfuckfuck!” Oh, how you missed it. That feeling. The feeling of having him stuff your mouth. You practically choking on his heavy cock.
You pulled up for air, and asked, “Feels good, baby?” His cock didn’t get a break as your mouth left it, your hands replaced you. You jerked him as you await his response, he nods.
“Fuck yes,” He practically whines. “You’re doing amazing baby, a-as always…” The tug your hand was doing on his dick was causing him to get caught up in his sentence. Your grip was firm and your strokes with moist with your spit and felt phenomenal. Brushing over his tip ever so lightly, you nod before you bring his cock to your puffy lips and wrapping them around him again. Taking him as deep as you can, swirling your tongue around him, hearing him curse and grunt.
You knew he was close, he was a blabbering, trembling mess. Just because of this you take him in shallow, going deep, all the way until your nose hit his base. His thigh muscles tightened, as you felt on your elbow that rested just about it. You continued to move your head up and down, fast and faster.
“I am so close,” He grunts. That you knew. You bob your head faster and sucked harder and harder. He was going to pop. The feeling of you around him was euphoric. The way you stared at him with the big eyes like you were innocent with your mouth full of him. An absolute devil.
“I’m going to cum, baby.” His thighs were tense. Now there was no stopping. His hands leave the sheets and into your hair. Harry grips your hair as you gave him all you got. You sucked him harder and harder and the closer he got. His eyes closed shut as he felt himself going more and more over the edge.
Spit continued to spill down his shaft and down to his inner thighs. You huffed through your nose again as you sucked. Harry’s thighs tightened even more. His hips subconsciously lift as he pushes himself further down your throat. “Fuck!” He hisses as he throws his head back and before you knew it, he was cumming down your throat.
His groans are a bit more louder and his hips are still up. His cock is pressed into your mouth, his tip almost touching the back of your throat as he released. His eyes are slammed shut and so are yours as you hold yourself down on him making sure you get all of him.
You eventually pull off, careful not to lose any of him in your mouth. He opened his eyes to the sight of you swallowing his load.
“Fuck, baby. That was— incredible.”
“Why, thank you.” You smiled.
“No, thank you.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips.
With that, it was time to wake your kids up for school. You went to brush your teeth once more and gave them an extra five minutes in. Harry did the same, and got himself ready for work.
As it was time for the kids and Harry to go, the kids ran to the car as Harry says, “I’ll repay you later.” He winked before closing the front door.
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long!! But I’m back!! Rusty come back, but I hope you enjoy!!
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