#‘raw rough fun and sloppy’ he’s doing this on purpose

[doubletalkingmaeve]

He didn’t need to word it like that

[muffindaddystyles]

Hershey Fucker.

Author's Note; here lies the great memory of long hair Harry. Long gone but never forgotten. A smut to make you clench your legs together, *laughs in evil*. Don't forget to gimme some love :(

Kaleidoscopic lights flares around you as you stirred the straw of your margarita dodging the glunk of strawberry. Your eyes anchored at the spindiling lean figure of the emerald eyed monster, jaw tight that of greek god, umber spiral of curls kissing the sharply cuts of his face and it glows as if he has used your highlighter.

You scoff when he puckers his lips around the rim of whiskey giving a fist bump in praise.

It's been going on from the time you stepped inside the club. He's being a pain in arse. Having none of shame giving a harsh squeeze to your butt while leading you, leaning close to whisper words straight outta dirty erotica, throwing you his signature cocky smirks and brush of noses while he adjusted his daddy long legs nudging them in between your knees as you both sat on the high-stools of the bar.

You shake your head in exasperation smiling to yourself when he caught the wrist of bartender pointing at it with slurred eyes and bubbly lips, "nice tat, lad. looks sexy on ya." You know he's trying to make you jealous on purpose and it's quite endearing to see him try.

It makes your pussy weep, in all honesty. The fact that he's flirtatious in nature and when he speaks it feels like roses are falling from his lips would never fail to make you find him more ethereal. He owns that kinky charisma.

He kept on side glancing you while doing his antiques. Chatting with the bartender and complementing him with a lopsided grin, taking your hand for agreement because he's that annoying.

You practically lunges over him straddling his knee to brush your crimson coated lips agaisnt his earlobe while you whisper.

"Wanna go home." He furrows his brows together clearing his throat and gesturing you with his sparkling daunting gaze ','s that so?' when you sit back leaving a satisfied red smudgnes at his earlobe and higher jaw. You bob your head patting his knees and before your hands could sneak any higher he grabbed them, chugging the last of his whiskey and ruffling his wild tresses back to stand both of you on feet.

"Hmm. Was 'avin', fun weren't ye'?" He asks looping his forearms around your front protectively and keeping you close to him while making an exit from the crowd.

"Ehm. dunno, hot bartender." He scrunches his nose at this pinching your hip-bone rasping out in his thick chapel's accent.

"Thought ye'r same thought, babe." You cackle at this loudly gasping audibly when the cold zephyr of London enveloped you. He immediately kisses your head stroking his thumb against the nape of your neck.

"'Ere lemme be ye'r personal heater." He cacoons the warm coat he's wearing around your body pulling you to his chest, his exposed pecks coming in contact with your own bare shoulders making both of you hiss. "Better hurry up, wan' to get wrapped 'round your warmth." You laugh at his chaotic humour hitting him with elbow.

On reaching the car that's parked at the very end of parking lot you spin in his hold gazing deep into his jade and he sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when you grab his face, squishing his blushed chill cheeks in process.

You part your lips infront of him glazing your wet tongue all over your plump lips to give him a little show before pulling him closer to smear them against his stiff ones, you kiss him sloppily letting your saliva drool around the corners of his lips lapping onto his tongue messily.

"Mhmp. Ye' know your sloppiness turn meh on s' bad." He grunts with fog huffing out sliding his large palm under your thigh to grope your ass and haul your leg around his waist as you lean over the bonnet of car. He glides his thumb from your decolletage to the hilt of your chin tilting it to deepen the already erotic kiss, tasting the insides of your cheeks.

He captures your bottom lip in between his bunny teeth pulling it with floppy sound. He looks down upon you with lust blow irirses wide spreading his legs to straddle your bare thighs and to rub his knee against your soaked centre.

"Meh filthy girl's jealous t' 'er fuckin' core, innit?" You shake your head left and right in utter innocence. He laughs at your effort. Degradingly, intimidatingly rough from his chest that prominents your heavy breathing and a soapy patch of arousal in your thong.

"Now lyin' t' meh aren't ya, bunny." He smirks with stern brows tapping your chin and your dainty squeak traps in your lungs when he yanks you off the bonnet against the door side of the car squeezing between the two cars for less visibility of the dirty things they're about to do.

He kisses the dip where your shoulder meets your neck trailing his parted lips between your breasts tweaking your nipples harshly from the flimsy cloth, "not jealous, right?" He mumbles grazing his teeth against your jawline pecking the corner of your lips.

"No." You choke out slip shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against the window as he thrusts the buldge of his thick hard cock in his pants against your cunt, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force you love other around your throat.

"Not even if I'll be...on me knees fo' him? He heaves out flushing your sweaty chests together and your eyes rolls to your skull with his pressure building on your throat, you grind against him with moans of ecastasy him perfectly rubbing up and down between your weepy pussy lips.

He smirks in victory knowing it's warming you up so he continues in slurred seductiveness, "no' when I'll beg fo' his cock in me mouth? fo' him to deep throat meh, t' fuck me mouth?" You whimper. Shivering hands reaching for him, instead of grabbing them as he usually do with gentleness he wrapped his one palm around your wrists locking them atop your head roughly.

He slaps your pussy and you ducked forward crying out with pleasure into his chest. He tugs at your thong ripping it to shreds and stuffing it to his pocket, "when I'll spread me legs fo' him...." His hard on poking against your stomach as he toyed with your clit. He swipes the tip of his fingers up and down circling it around your weeping hole collecting your moisturizer and snaking it up past your mound and tummy to nipples wetting them. Actually, making a complete mess of you.

"Harry..." You whine raising your hips and he spanks your thigh tapping your chin to open up stuffing his fingers into your mouth, "shut up and suck." You swirls your tongue around his slender digits; a string of saliva attached with your lips as he pulled them out.

"Tell meh ye're jealous, 'n I'll give ye'r tight pussy meh fingers." He pinches your clitoris flickering it into rapid motions, "wh-why should i? when m' not." you spurts out. Tears in your eyes as he eggs you on removing his fingers the moment you were about to soak his digits.

He tuts pushing his dick hard against you, "ye' wouldn't if he'd fuck meh in arse again 'n again, if he'd take me in his mouth 'n play with meh balls like yeh do?" He asks in a low voice looking down in between himself and you, the sight makes him growl as he gave a minute to your imaginations to run wild.

"Ah..ah–daddy, please." You're thrashing in his arms but he doesn't give much attention to it spitting on your cunt and fondling with your sensitive nerves. Harry's a prick that gets what he wants even when you're dripping down your legs for him.

"Answer meh, Y/N! Wouldn't ask again." He grits with a threatening voice and you bobbed your head vigorously. "Use ye'r words." He hovers his middle finger over your entrance.

"Course, I will." He pecks your lips with satisfied grin shoving his middle finger knuckles deep inside your sloppy pussy without any warning causing you to go feral that he had to hold you in one place, "warm like always." He grunts slipping it in and out joining another. Curling it against your spongy walls to quench out moans and whimpers from you.

He digs his teeth inside the flesh of your shoulder and you coiled your arms around him tightly, "oh my god, fuck. fuck. fuck." Your shouts muffles against him as he continuously massaged your g-spot, siscorsing his fingers to fuck you raw with them. He cups his calloused palm and rubs the heel of it against your swollen clit.

"Tell daddy how ye' feel." You kneaded your breasts stuttering with difficulty, "'s good daddy but wan' your cock, inside me." He thwacks your bum groping it and roughly slamming his fingers inside you his metal cold rings brushing against your sticky pussy lips.

"Don't like it when yeh act greedy." You ignore his sharp tone sensing your orgasm build in your tummy and spreading like a wildfire to your bones.

"'cum–m'. May..I come, daddy? Please." You rocked on his hand using his shoulders for leverage, "cum like a sweet good girl yeh are." He says kissing you slowly and you tugged at the lapels of his coat cumming hard on his fingers coating it with your thick cum.

He hugged you swaying you feet to feet one hand still pushing inside you with brutal pace to take every drop from you. His wrist glistening with your cum and wetness in an instant his mood switching, "backseat, spread your legs. I wan' your pussy ready fo' me."

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MASTERLIST.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

My whore

Warning: cursing, sex, adult content 18+

I should edit this, but I will later maybe. Just busted this out at lunch for no fun

As she pulled her hood up even more, and briskly walked down the familiar street, she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her stomach did a somersault as soon as she she spotted the lone figure standing outside the dimly-lit liquor store. She knew better, she really did. You play with fire, you’re bound to get burnt eventually, but try as she might to practice self preservation, she just hadn’t a care when it came to him. It was a well-known fact that he was someone dangerous and she felt the most scandalous rush whenever she was near him.

She gracefully made her way to his side, briefly knitting her brows together in self-loathing for being unable to just walk on by or ignore him.

"What do you want?" The man moved closer watching her with a cold sneer on his handsome face as he studied her changing expressions. He was absolutely fascinated by how expressive her face was. The way she smirked and you could see the hint of a dimple, or how her eyes narrowed into slits when she tried to control herself from telling him off. How her full lips drew together in a bow when she was determined, or if she felt particularly brazen, she’d cock a single eyebrow and grin like a cat.

Being who he was, his facial expressions ranged from various levels of boredom, to every level of rage. Hatred and apathy was all he’d ever really felt, except when he was around this girl. As the corners of his mouth nearly twitched into a smile, he grabbed her hand, forcing her close to his body, chests touching, thrilling at the stunned look on her face.

"You know what I want princess?” His lips found her ear, fangs nipping at the lobe, hyper aware of her dainty hands clutching his shirt, her breathing growing more erratic by the second, and her icy blue eyes scanning his face, searching for his intent.

"Please Roman....." She pleaded.

His hands brushed over an area she never let anyone else touch, moaning in spite of herself. When his fingers took hold of a swollen nipple and tugged at it viciously, she had to bite her lip, to stop herself from screaming aloud. Her knees shook and she tightened her grip on his shirt, scared if she let go she’d fall. She cursed herself for always turning to silly putty in his hands so easily, but she couldn’t help it. He was intoxicating.

Roman scratched his nails down the taut flesh muffling her sweet mouth with his own. Inhumanly sensitive ears, and Jade green eyes became aware of a few of her friends moving their way, and before she noticed them, (or them her) he dragged her down a nearby alley, walking swiftly with purpose in hopes they hadn’t been discovered.

It was no surprise that her friends weren’t fans of his. He’d beaten up the males of the little posse, after they’d tried to confront him for filming himself fucking their girlfriends and posting it a snippet on his Instagram story when he was high. He hadn’t even remembered he’d done it, until they marched up and shoved a phone in his face, and he could understand why laughing and commenting on one of the girls o face, could be seen as a dick move. The rest of the girls in her circle of friends would drop to their knees and service him if he so much as glanced their way, but he had been far too distracted by the girl he was currently dragging behind him to care.

"Where are we - what are we doing?" The breathless girl inquired, as he continued forward like he knew where this lead. Her eyesight needed time to adjust, so she was still practically blind.

"Why do you sound so scared princess? You came and found me." He came to a small alcove and He pushed her firmly against the wall, hands going to her waist, lips finding their way to her neck.

"I had to twist your arm too." She whispered sarcastically, feeling his hands slip under her shirt rubbing, caressing and fondling her breasts. She bit her swollen bottom lip, silencing the moan which threatened to escape. Her own hands seeking out his skin, desperate for the closeness and intimacy found with skin on skin contact. She shuddered with anticipation as she raked her fingernails down his chest, feeling his muscles jerk under her touch. She moaned wantonly as her shirt was pushed up, exposing her to the night air, before her nipple was engulfed by a warm, wet mouth and she gripped his head pressing him closer to her.

Her sudden intake of air, made him look Out of the corner of his eye to be sure the immediate area was free of any sudden movements. Finding none, Roman smirked allowing his eyes to wander back to the half naked beauty before him. Pushing her skirt up, he pulled her panties to the side, sinking two fingers into her aroused body, driving then in a series of quick, hard movements, mouth covering hers when her sounds rose in pitch. Feeling an almost desperate need to be inside her, he Freed himself from his slacks, pressed up against her body, lifting her legs to straddle his waist and pushed his length deep inside of her core. He couldn’t get over how tight her sheath was every time, even though he had worked her over several times with his impressive manhood. Doesn’t mean he ever went easy on her, if anything it made him pound into her that much harder. He wanted to ruin her for any other man. The thought of someone else inside his princess made him see red.

Just the thought of someone else tasting her had His mouth possessively taking hers, in a wild, untamed passion rendering the girl practically breathless. All she could do was hang on, as he fucked her senseless like a man possessed or a demon. She felt fire course through her veins, igniting suppressed emotions, spiralling her to a pleasurable Eutopia of her own creation. Coherent, logical thoughts were lost and she surrendered her mind to the unlikely possibility that this was all there was. Her and him forever.

Just when she thought he couldn’t possibly fuck her any harder, he grabbed her by the shoulders and fucked up into her savagely, almost bruising as he delved deeper. She didn’t know why his rough animalistic behavior aroused her beyond anything so violent ever should, but it quickly brought her to climax, engulfing her in flames, limbs locking around him as she bit into his shoulder, sending a tingle of ecstasy down her spine, as she felt him spill inside of her, stuttering his hips to a stop. He pressed his forehead to hers and opened his eyes to stare into hers, before closing them and kissing her passionately.

"Roman,” She murmured, as they paused for air, dragging them both back into reality. Finally regaining the strength she had lost in their frenzied sexual escapades, attempted to push her partner away. He hesitantly relented, giving her enough space to stand. Legs trembling slightly, she adjusted her clothes, back bracing against the wall and head still dizzy from his presense. Muscular arms wound around her waist and she stood perfectly still as he pulled her close again, and his breath feathered across her cheek.

"Eager to escape me princess?" He purred, mockery making it's way into his voice and she damned him for so damn attractive. Not that he wasn’t gorgeous to look at, but it went beyond his heart throb, movie star looks or tall statuesque form. He had a Raw, primitive sexuality that cant be described in words, but was painfully obvious, that made him beyond desirable.

"I don’t know why I let you do this to me. I’ve got your cum running down my leg and I'm supposed to meet my friends fifteen minutes ago."

"Don't lie to me." He hissed, turning her to face him, thumb and forefinger capturing her defiant chin increasing the pressure when she tried to look away. "Tell me you enjoyed what we just did."

"I didn't." She bit out defiantly, the fire in her eyes growing stronger, fed by his arrogant attitude. "In fact I hated it."

His amused laughter infuriated her even further, and she had to use every ounce of willpower not to scream in frustration.

"That's what I like about you,” His green eyes gleaming darkly. "Always resisting me. It makes complete and total possession of your body that much more sweet."

"A possession? Is that what I am to you?" She shrieked, striking him in the chest, trying to break free of his embrace. This only made him bring her body closer, pressing his renewed arousal against her in an unmistakable way. Lips skimming her cheek, and throat, hands touching her everywhere as she squirmed in his grasp.

"Does this bother you?" He whispered eyes locking with hers, mouths so close they could feel each others breath.

"Yes." She whispered, willing herself the strength to resist him.

"You sure seemed like you liked it when I fucked you, out in the open, in a dirty alleyway like a fucking whore.” His words pierced her heart like a dagger had been laced with them, and in a burst of strength, she threw him off of her, and she stormed down the alleyway. Certain this was how Roman Godfrey, discarded his toys, she let out a yelp when she was grabbed from behind and spun around. Aggressively seizing her in his hold as she thrashed, he bent and whispered in her ear, “I love how you fight me...” before claiming her mouth with his own. The kiss sent a shiver down her spine, causing her traitorous body to move closer to him, practically begging and pleading for more contact. Her long-fingers raked through his chestnut hair gripping the strands firmly, tugging in a confused attempt to hurt and arouse.

A wanton moan was heard and she found herself pinned against the wall again. Their movements desperate and uncharacteristically sloppy. Emotions running wild, not wanting to acknowledge they were already in over their heads. That this was more than just sex, there were true emotions underneath it all, and it was terrifying. No one in their right mind loved a man like him, and no girl could possibly love him ran through their chaotic thoughts as the alarms went off, but neither heeded the call. Pleasure that could be described as unimaginable pain flowed through them, pushing all their insecurities down and finding them lost in each other once again. Their ragged breathing was the only sounds heard and they kissed sweat drenched faces absentmindedly. His low chuckle garnered her attention and she looked at him curiously.

Feeling his member once again free, and pressing deliciously close to her entrance again, she shifted to make access easier.

"Tell me you enjoy this. Tell me you like us." He smirked, eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability that was gone so quick, she wasn’t sure she saw it.

“Or what? You won’t fuck me again?” She asked cocking her eyebrow, and grinning up at him.

“You love it.”

"What if in fact I hated it?"

"You didn't." He proclaimed confidently.

She wished with all her might that he was wrong, but he was right. She loved their fucked up little arrangement. “I don’t love being called a whore.”

“How about just my whore? Only my whore? Hmmm?” He asked, eyes flashing darkly.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“But I’m your asshole.”

“My asshole.” She giggled.

“My whore.” He growled as he thrust up inside of her.

[hardkinkbadkink]

Can’t remember if i sent this earlier but I loved the milking and overstimulation fic!!! What if Geralt accidentally(or rather purposely) overdosed Jaskier to a point where he produces sooo much come it’s painful and Geralt has to actually milk him properly in fear of his balls actually exploding or his cock just leaking constantly for the next days at it’s pushed out of his testicles slowly from the backed up spunk. It takes the entire night and he only discovers how genuinely backed up the (1)

the bard is when it actually starts dripping out of his urethra, Jaskier sobbing from humiliation through it all. Preferably in a verse where the original fic didn’t happen.

hnghh this was fucking Fun tbh i have nothing more to say other than i enjoyed this prompt immensely

***

Geralt would like to think he's a man of reason.

And while it would be unreasonable to pass on a contract so lucrative, it would be equally unreasonable to botch it, when all he has to do is--

Well, what is it, if not a cautionary experiment?

The baroness' coin would keep them fed for months, and all for a small vial of a virility potion only a little more powerful than the ones bought at the apothecary.

Well. Threefold as powerful, if prepared correctly.

It's a dangerous game, Geralt knows. Human bodies are fickle--and death from a sore cock or burst bollocks is not preferable in the nobler circles. Or so it had been explained to him.

Good thing, then, that Geralt has a noble of his own to aid in perfecting the recipe.

Perhaps he should be concerned by how easily Jaskier takes the bottle when it's handed to him, or by the trust in his eyes when he swallows it in one go, without bothering to inquire about its contents. Gods, how did the bard manage to keep himself alive for so long?

Geralt mumbles something about a deathwish, but he's in no position to complain, really. He casts Axii, just to be safe; just so Jaskier doesn't disrupt the trial needlessly.

The potion's effects are more or less immediate.

Pliant and quiet, Jaskier lets him undo his trousers--a surprisingly sensible pair, thick grey wool with only a faint pattern--and take out his stiffening cock. He gives it a measured stroke. Calm. Methodical. Collected.

It takes Jaskier a while to come, and Geralt watches in fascination as his balls swell, grow taut and heavy and tempting when he reaches to cup them in his palm. He keeps a firm grip on Jaskier's cock, strokes him hard and fast, captivated by the sheer, naked want on the bard's face, even if his eyes remain blissfully absent.

Jaskier's body bows as he spends all over himself for a long, pleasing moment.

Geralt deems the volume of his release satisfactory and tucks his twitching cock back into his breeches.

***

"Geralt--"

Jaskier stops abruptly, though Geralt fills in the rest of the question.

"Drink less water," he says off-handedly as he slows Roach to a halt.

"Uh-huh."

Geralt watches his bard sprint between the trees.

It's not an issue of hydration, Geralt knows. Jaskier's been sneaking off every half-hour, limping slightly but in a rush to find some seclusion. He comes back lighter on his feet; flushed and dishevelled and smelling of spend.

The potion, it seems, lasts longer than Geralt anticipated.

It's a strange temptation that overcomes him, to deny Jaskier the privacy. Cite some non-specified dangers and make him walk beside Roach without a chance to sort out his body. For no reason other than his burning curiosity.

A strange temptation indeed, and one Geralt finds himself succumbing to, just a half-hour later.

"Stay," he growls when Jaskier makes to retreat.

It stops him in his tracks, one palm already--unconsciously--cupped around his crotch. Jaskier turns a bright pink and slowly pulls his hand back, as though to pretend it never was there.

"W--what? Geralt, I--"

"If you need a piss, do it here. I don't want you wandering the woods alone."

And Jaskier huffs his outrage, stutters on an insult. Walks, resigned, slower and slower until he's dragging his feet more than lifting them. Sweat beads on his temple.

Geralt takes pity on the man, eventually, though not completely.

"Don't walk anywhere," Geralt says when he'd near-finished setting up their camp beneath a thick canopy of leaves.

"But I need--"

He cocks an eyebrow and revels in the desperation written all over Jaskier's cute little face.

Jaskier squirms and shifts, unable to find a comfortable position on the rock he's occupying. His frustrated whimpers make Geralt want to pull his dick out, truth be told, but he stays still and unbothered, setting about sharpening his silver dagger just to have something to do.

A sharp gasp from Jaskier makes him whip his head around lightning-fast. And then he catches the scent.

It's not overwhelming, not like it would be if Jaskier spent in his breeches, but it's--

Intriguing.

Jaskier sits, frozen, shaking hands gripping his thighs, and the look on his face is in equal parts that of confusion and terror.

Geralt walks to him, urging himself to go slow and not pounce on the man like he so furiously wants to. He kneels next to Jaskier and watches, hypnotised, as a wet spot grows so very slowly at the front of his trousers.

His hands are suddenly too big, too clunky as he tries to slip the delicate buttons open. Jaskier doesn't move to stop him when Geralt pushes the breeches down, along with his wet smallclothes, and--

"Fuck."

Geralt's mouth waters at the display before him; Jaskier's soft prick resting against his thigh, spend leaking steadily from the tip, because there's so much it can't fit inside his body, gods, fuck.

"How does it feel?" he breathes. A muscle jumps in Jaskier's thigh.

"Hurts," Jaskier chokes out, sounding close to tears. "It all hurts, Geralt, I'm so full, please--"

He can't help staring as Jaskier's cock drools sluggishly, dripping more and more. It's the most erotic thing Geralt's ever seen.

He aims for gentle, when he pulls Jaskier's knees apart and slides between them. When he lifts Jaskier's prick up and away to expose his beautifully swollen balls, reddened and so deliciously close to bursting. Geralt touches them cautiously and shivers at Jaskier's throaty moan. His cock spurts out more come.

"I can't take it, I'm--please, Geralt, f-feels like I'm gonna explode--"

Geralt groans and dives in to mouth hungrily at the taut skin of Jaskier's sack. It's feverishly hot against his lips, smooth and perfect and he reaches to tug at Jaskier's cock, too desperate, too sloppy.

"Come on," Geralt says, voice rough with need, muffled in Jaskier's taint. "Come for me, Jaskier."

It's a heady sensation, feeling Jaskier's balls throb and empty, his seed getting all over Geralt's hand, wetting it copiously.

"Fuck, Geralt, Geralt--"

He doesn't stop stroking, the glide eased by Jaskier's release. He tries to fit one of the swollen balls into his mouth, finding them too big and tender still, judging by the way Jaskier whines above him.

Geralt moves to suck instead at the head of his prick, soaked in thick, unnaturally sweet spend, sensitive and pulsing against Geralt's tongue.

"'s too much, gods, Geralt--"

Except for him it's not enough, and he swallows greedily around the cock in his mouth, taking it deeper until his nose is buried in the tidy-trimmed hair at the base. Deeper, until he can slither the tip of his tongue down to lap at Jaskier's balls.

Jaskier tears at his hair, his fingers frantically digging into Geralt's scalp, but it only makes Geralt want it more, bob his head faster, drool cooling sticky on his chin.

When Jaskier spasms and spills down his throat, Geralt thinks he could come just from that.

Jaskier sways and nearly falls. Geralt grabs a fistful of doublet, keeps the bard upright and his mouth firmly around Jaskier's twitching cock.

"Please--Geralt, please," Jaskier whines, and Geralt ruts his hips into the air, craving friction.

It takes another trembling, writhing release before Geralt pulls away, half-delirious, drunk on the taste and the raw, scraped feeling in his throat.

Jaskier sobs, a wretched thing, and bats weakly at Geralt's forehead. He looks--fuck, Geralt's never seen him like this, face a splotchy red, glistening with tears, chest heaving. His prick can't stay hard anymore, but Geralt knows he's not done yet, even as he tries to squeeze his legs together.

"Stop, stop, gods, I--I can't go anymore, I can't." He sucks in a wet breath, bringing a careful hand to cover his softening cock.

It'd be easy to put Jaskier under Axii, get him off over and over until the potion's burned through--

It's also easy to yank Jaskier's doublet open, off, away; unbutton the ridiculous lacey shirt underneath; tangle Jaskier's hands behind his back, secure them in place with his own garment. And maybe Jaskier is too weak to break free, or maybe he doesn't really want to.

But he lets Geralt put his mouth back on that twitching, wet cock.

Geralt feels like he'd had a full meal by the time Jaskier screams his final release, breath seemingly stuck in his heaving lungs.

"Ge-eralt, 's--enough, please."

It's the despair in Jaskier's bright eyes as he says it--whines it, more like--that has Geralt pulling away and tucking him lovingly back into his trousers.

Jaskier collapses onto the bedroll and drifts into a deep, calm sleep, and Geralt brings himself off quickly and brutally, thinking about how much of the potion he can slip into Jaskier's waterskin.

[bulletproofwhalien]

Wrath

Pairing; Kim Namjoon  x Reader

Words; 2.3k

Genre; Smut with a plot

Warnings; Daddy kink, name-calling and other kinky shit

Summary;  ❝Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason❞

Aka; Namjoon is pissed that you're letting someone else touch you who's not him

A/N; This is jointly written by myself and @oppamansae   (Plot by my girl <3 The smut is by me, my part is terrible because I had to rush and finish it quickly so I’m sorry!)

Music filled the atmosphere of a crowded room. There was a strong scent of smoke, alcohol, and sweat in the atmosphere, and luckily, the other two were the overpowering ones.

You were leaning against the wall, alone and holding to a bottle of beer. It was a weak alcohol, but one part of you wished you would be able to get some buzz out of it. You were bored, and desperate. The person you had come with, Namjoon had ditched you upon entering, and went to join his friends for a game of cards and ‘guy talk’.

It was annoying how fast he had just been swept away by Jimin, without even any resistance even though he had come here specifically to take you out. You guessed that it wouldn’t have lasted, though -- he wasn’t even your boyfriend, so why the hell were you so annoyed that he ditched you?

You were just his escort, and he was yours. The both of you would just drink, eventually get buzzed enough to make out, then have a heated night. You had no right to be so attached to him, or so clingy.

“Fuck it,” You mumbled to yourself, walking towards the living room.

You were going to have your own fun, and you were going to make sure he saw that. Something had snapped inside of you, and you wanted to take your revenge. He was not going to be detached, not when you were looking this good.

Usually, Namjoon hated it when you acted like a brat -- only in the bedroom, though, never in public. You had always been too nervous to purposely tease him, but not anymore. Scanning the room for a decent guy who was in the line of his vision.

Bingo.

There was a tall, muscular brunet. You had seen him around school, and he was just as much of a player as your friend was. You didn’t care though, all you needed was someone who was hot enough for you to mean you advances. Jackson Wang was the perfect guy for that.

After running your hands down your outfit and straightening up your hair, you strutted over to your target, someone glancing at Namjoon, who looked like he was enjoying his conversation with Taehyung. You stood next to the brunet, and looked him straight in the eye with a charming smirk.

“Hello beautiful,” His raspy, low voice greeted you, making your smirk form into a smile.

“Enjoying the party?” You immediately asked, tracing your finger up his wrist. “I thought girls would be dying to be with you.”

He chuckled, and wrapped his arm over your waist. You sincerely didn’t find it uncomfortable, it just meant that your plan was working. For a moment, you had flickered your hues towards the sofa, where Namjoon’s smile had finally fallen. Had he seen you? You were sure Taehyung must have pointed it out.

“I rejected them,” Jackson gently traced your chin with his thumb. “But you, I shall not reject.”

You purred, giving a wink to your friend when he had finally met eyes with you, and leaned into Jackson’s kiss. It tasted of alcohol, maybe even cigarette smoke, and was very sloppy -- but decent enough to tolerate. When he had kissed down to your neck, you glanced at Namjoon again, his eyes bright with a flame. He knew you were doing this on purpose.

“We.. should dance,” You pulled his arm, and brought him to the crowd in the middle of the cleared-out living room.

As nice as it was making out with Jackson, you needed something which would push Namjoon past the breaking point. He was very, very close to snapping. You could tell by the way he was following you to the floor. The music had conveniently turned into something slow and sensual -- great for rolling your body against the male.

At this point, you knew you had won. Your friend was enraged. He had stormed over to the both of you, which didn’t stop the dancing. You simply twirled around, and pressed your body against Jackson’s -- which was, by the way, hard as a rock. Soon enough, you were torn away when your wrist was gripped by a large hand.

“Hey!?” The brunet who was dancing with you had stopped, his eyes narrowing at Namjoon.

“I’m sorry, Jackson,” He had pulled a dark smile onto his face. “I need to borrow Y/N for a while. She’s done something very, very bad.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine -- you knew where this was headed. He was possessive about you, which automatically made him angry as soon as he saw another man’s hands on your body. It was great to know that you weren’t the only one in this arrangement who was like this. Your friend’s reaction brought great satisfaction to you.

“What has she done?” Jackson was taking none of it.

“None of your business,” Namjoon narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing into the other’s. “But she needs to be punished.”

Fuck, that was it.

You had won -- or had you lost? Jackson had finally submitted, and walked away. This left you alone with your friend with benefits. You would just have to find out now; though you had a feeling it was the latter after meeting his dark orbs, which were now shining with intense rage and lust.

Without hesitation Namjoon took hold of your wrist, his eyes burning into your own before he turned away from you, dragging out of the crowded room and down the corridor.

"What the fuck, Namjoon?" you yelled.

He stopped in his tracks, pushing one of the doors open before dragging you inside "Don't act like this isn't what you wanted"

Before you could say anything more, he slammed the door shut, pushing your back against it moments after. His lips came crashing down onto your own and you hated how quickly you responded to the kiss. Namjoon's hands wrapped around both of your wrists, pinning them to the door behind you, his thigh pressing between your legs making you gasp. He used that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, asserting dominance.

The kiss grew more and more desperate, both of your breathing ragged. You were already falling apart, hips grinding against the thigh he had pressed between your legs.

"You're such a dirty little slut for me, aren't you Y/N?"

You could only nod, still breathless from the kiss.

Letting go of your wrists he stepped back from you and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it with a small smirk.

"Strip, but keep the skirt on" he growled.

Obediently you began to remove your clothes. Not wasting any time as you let each piece of clothing fall to the floor until you were only wearing your skirt. Namjoon's eyes never once left your body, staring at you hungrily.

"Knees" he ordered and your body immediately responded, dropping down onto the floor obediently.

Namjoon stood up from the bed, moving to stand in front of you as he unbuckled his belt. Was he really that pissed? After popping the button open and tugging the zipper down he pulled his trousers and briefs down part way, allowing his dick to spring free. He was already rock hard, the tip red and angry, already oozing precum.

"What are you waiting for, princess?" he asked, fingers finding a grip in your hair and pulling you closer so that your mouth was level with his cock.

"Open up baby girl, daddy wants to fuck your mouth"

Wetting your lips you opened your mouth, allowing Namjoon to thrust inside. You relaxed your throat, hollowing your cheeks around him. You had done this many times before with Namjoon so you were used to how rough he could be by now, especially when he was pissed off.

Namjoon didn't hold back as he fucked your mouth, letting the tip hit the back of your throat, holding you there momentarily until you gagged around him slightly. Pulling your head back up he smirked down at you.

"That's it baby girl, you suck my cock so well" he grunted

You moaned around him, stomach doing flips at the nickname. Fuck you loved it when he called you his baby girl.

By now you could tell when Namjoon was getting close, his thrusts would become sloppy, the grip he had in your hair would loosen only slightly. You tightened your lips around him more, coaxing him to his release but Namjoon was having none of it. He abruptly removed himself from your mouth with a small 'pop' lifting you up from the floor and back onto your feet.

"You can't make me cum yet princess, I'm not finished with you yet"  he tucked himself back into his briefs and trousers, not bothering to fasten them just yet.

Namjoon's lips came crashing down onto your own for the second time, slowly he began to walk you backward until the back of your knees had hit the bed. He broke the kiss, pushing you down slowly before climbing down on top of you. Within seconds his lips were on yours again, each kiss grew more urgent and desperate. Pulling away from the kiss he started to kiss your neck instead, licking and biting at the skin as he moved lower and lower towards your collarbones.

Growing impatient you lifted your hips up, grinding against the bulge in his pants. "Please just fuck me already Namjoon" you whined.

Namjoon pulled away at that, sitting back on his knees on the bed. For a moment you thought he was going to stop this but then he spoke again.

"Hands and knees, now, spread your legs" he rasped

Like always, you did as you were told. Positioning yourself on your hands and knees, back now facing Namjoon. Only moments later you felt Namjoon's hands on your thighs, hiking your skirt up, leaving you completely exposed.

"Already so wet for me baby girl, all for me, right?"

You only nodded which earned you a harsh slap to one of the cheeks of your ass. You whimpered out, the sharp slap igniting fire in your body.

"Y-yes daddy, all for you"

Pleased with your answer, Namjoon caressed the red mark now blooming your skin, gently kneading the flesh.

"Are you going to let daddy fuck you raw?" he asked cautiously.

You nodded "Y-yes, only if you  haven't been with anyone else since-"

"I haven't, you?" he cut you off.

"No, I haven't so please just fuck me already" you whined

Although you couldn't see what was going behind you, you could hear him moving around as he tugged his briefs and trousers back down but you didn't hear him climb up from the bed to remove them. Was he going to fuck you still fully clothed?

You bit down on your bottom lip at the thought, breath hitching when you felt him rub the tip of his cock teasingly between your folds, collecting your juices. He thrust into, burying himself completely inside of you making your both moan out in unison. Your hands gripped the sheets of the bed, his own hands gripping your waist.

Namjoon's thrusts were rough from the beginning. The force had you falling forward on the bed, countless moans spilling from your lips The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin echoed throughout the room along with mingled moans and groans drowning out the noise coming from the party in the front room.

Removing his one hand from your hip, he reached forward, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked your head and body back up from the bed. Your body arched back and you could feel Namjoon's hot breath against the skin of your neck as he thrust into you.

"I want to hear you moan louder Y/N" he rasped.

"B-but there are people out there" you stuttered.

Namjoon's grip tightened in your hair "I want to hear you, I want Jackson to hear how good I'm fucking you"

An uncontrollable moan fell from your lips at that.

"Tell me, tell me that no one could ever fuck you this good" he grunted, thrusting into your harder as if to prove a point.

"No one fucks me as good as you" you moaned in response, head falling back against his shoulder.

"Not even Jackson?"

"Not even Jackson" you responded in a more hushed moan as the grip he had on your hair loosened.

He pushed you back down onto the bed so that your face and chest pressed into the covers, your hips angled up perfectly for him to reach deeper inside of you.

With one hand gripping your thigh, the other wrapped around your waist, lowering until his fingers found your swollen sensitive bud. His fingers worked against your clit in the perfect rhythm with his thrusts that had you falling apart beneath him. The coil was tightening in your lower belly already and you could tell Namjoon was close too. His breathing became more uneven, more moans fell from his lips as well as his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum on my cock"

You moaned in response, the coil finally snapping as your release hit you. Your body shuddered beneath him, vision fading to black as shockwaves of pleasure rushed through your body. Your walls clenching tighter around Namjoon's cock.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty little slut for my cock" he grunted, thrusting into you only a handful more of times before he was spilling himself inside you, almost collapsing on top of you with the intense pleasure.

Namjoon pulled out of you, collapsing down onto the bed beside you. You collapsed beside him, panting as you both came down from your highs.

"It worked" you smirked, smiling as you looked over t the male beside you.

"Huh?"

"I only did that stuff with Jackson to make you jealous" you murmured, not quite sure how he'd react.

A dimpled smile appeared on his face, a complete 180 to how he was only moments ago "Well it did work, I don't like seeing other people touch what's mine"

"Who says I'm yours?" you sassed to which he only smirked.

"Daddy does"

[strawberriestyles]

Miss Yeh

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry has been deprived for too long.

Request? No

“’M losing my fuckin’ mind.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Harry.”

“’M not, am I?” He glares at you, lips turned down deeply at the corners, voice rising in offense. “’S been nearly three weeks since I got to touch yeh.”

“You know why.” Your voice has softened some. You know what he means. The weeks of limited interaction have been equally torturous for you. But there’s a reasonable cause, and you really don’t want to get him into trouble.

“Yeah, I know,” he huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Doesn’ mean I like it.”

Being in L.A. is usually a fun time, except for the lack of privacy. The two of you get to do everything together, besides show affection in any sort of way. Management is strict. No kissing, no hand-holding, no loving looks, you’re not even allowed to walk with less than three feet between you. Everything is calculated, and all of your interactions are policed.

Harry’s fingers skim the back of your hand, pulling you from your thoughts and making you jerk your arm back.

“Harry, stop.”

“I jus’ wan’ to hold my girl’s hand!” He groans frustratedly and rubs his palms over his face, rings clinking together.

Your skin tingles from his touch, however brief it was. It’s always surprised you that you’re the one to remind him of the rules. Neither of you want any broken-hearted fans. He doesn’t want to hurt a single one of them, he just forgets how much damage knowledge of your relationship could do. The lack of touch is a necessary evil, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, gnawing on the corner of your lip. “I’m sorry.”

The two of you are at a table in a cafe, positioned strategically by the window so as not to raise suspicions. A quick glance outside reveals discreet cameras across the street. For the purpose of the media, you and Harry are close friends. A lot of the time, you’re accompanied by another one or two people when out in public. Today was a little more private, but it’s nothing like being in England, in places where paparazzi won’t broadcast all your business to the globe.

“I jus’ miss yeh,” Harry mumbles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Wanna go back home.”

“I miss you, too.” Your lips twitch briefly while you tear apart the scraps of your panini. Words are the most intimate you can be in public.

“Got an idea,” he says after a few moments of silence. His eyes are boring into you when you glance up, bright green and shining with mischief. “But yeh gotta play along.”

“Okay?” you reply hesitantly, eyebrows raising suspiciously.

“’M sorry, love.”

“Sorry for what?”

Harry’s hands slide across the table and by the time you realize what’s happening, frigid iced tea is already soaking into your jeans.

“Harry!” you gasp, your chair squealing against the tiled floor as you push yourself to your feet. Harry rises on the other side of the table and feigns a look of surprise as you glare knowingly at him. The only two other people in the room glance uneasily at you both.

“Think maybe you shoul’ clean up in the bathroom?” Harry raises a single eyebrow at you, a dimple appearing shallowly as one eye drops into a wink.

“Yeah, I guess.” You roll your eyes discreetly as you make your way toward the restroom. Your lips, however, quirk into a smile that you have to conceal with a rough bite to your bottom lip as you round the corner into a private hallway.

The room smells of lavender when you lock the door behind you. Fancy wallpaper and decorative ornaments line the walls. You begin peeling your jeans off, cringing at the stick of sugary tea on your skin. You dampen a soft towel and lay your pants on the edge of the sink, beginning to dab at the stain, waiting for Harry to play out the next phase of his plan. A glance in the mirror reflects a smiling face back to you, cheeks tinged with happy color.

“Everythin’ all right in there?” Harry knocks gently on the door, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Yeh need some ‘elp?”

“No, I think I’m okay,” you reply, grinning when you hear his soft chuckle.

“Let me in, sweethear’,” he says quietly, jiggling the doorknob. “Please.”

You unlock the door and crack it open a few inches, leaning against the frame.

“Sorry, I don’t think I can let you in. I took my pants off.” Harry grins and leans against his side of the doorway.

“Y/N, love, ’m already getting hard jus’ thinking abou’ touching yeh.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nudges the door. “Don’ make me wait any longer.”

You take a single step back and Harry flies through the door, locking it quickly behind him before his fingers are digging into your hips, mouth working fiercely against your own. A moan slips from your lips, surprising the both of you. It feels amazing to have his hands on you, to taste the familiar flavor of his mouth.

“Been aching fo’ yeh fo’ days, baby.” His mouth is roaming your neck, curls tickling your cheek while he nips at your skin. “Have yeh been aching fo’ me?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, gasping as he hikes you up against the wall, pulling your thighs tightly around his waist. The close proximity is utterly intoxicating. You haven’t been able to take in his scent for weeks the way you can now, and all you want is for it to suffocate you.

“Yeh wan’ my cock, love?” Harry rolls his hips roughly against yours and chokes on his own breath. He grits his teeth, dropping his forehead to your collarbone. “Tell me, Y/N.”

“Yes, yes,” you confess, tugging at the roots of his hair. He releases a guttural moan that has you squirming against the wall. “Want you to fuck me, Harry. Please, fuck me.”

His hands fall away from your skin, leaving scorching imprints. You feel him shifting and hear the jingle of his belt, the unzipping of his jeans. When you glance down he’s tugging his boxers down his legs. You feel the stickiness of precome when the head of his cock bumps against your inner thigh. Harry hisses and your lips part at the sight of him.

“Bloody-” he mumbles under his breath. “Hurts.”

You’re not surprised. The head is screaming scarlet, veins protruding along his length. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this hard, this deprived. You reach down and give him a gentle pull before he smacks your hand away, bearing his teeth.

“Jus’ need teh be inside yeh,” he chides, voice raspy and raw. Sweat is beading along his hairline, even with the lack of exertion.

“Then get inside me,” you whisper, brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. His hips shift forward of their own accord and he slides messily in the bend of your thigh.

“Fuck,” he groans, wincing at the rough edge of your underwear. His fingers fumble with the material for a few moments while he curses before he’s able to bunch your panties up to the side. Then the length of him rubs between your folds, a delicious pressure over where you need him.

“Christ, you’re drippin’,” he comments, gripping the base of his cock and pressing the head against your entrance. You swallow a gasp at the initial stretch of him, fingers falling to bunch up in the collar on the back of his shirt. He wheezes as he presses further forward. “Take me so well, love.”

“H-Harry.” You wince and press your fingers firmly into his chest, head popping back against the wall.

“’S wrong, love?” He squeezes your thighs, nose nudging at the line of your jaw. His voice is weak, chest fighting against the pressure of your hands.

“It burns,” you whisper, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. “Been a while.”

Harry groans against your cheek, lips prodding your skin as he leaves a trail of soft kisses to your mouth.

“Know it has.” He slots his lips over yours, delivering short, wet pecks between sighs. “Fuckin’ know. Tell me when yeh feel okay.”

You hum against his mouth before drawing your lips open to deepen the kiss briefly. Harry chokes and inhales sharply when you slip down further onto him.

“Christ,” he breathes, pulling back to look into your face. His eyes are wild, lips parted and swollen, face flushed. You press your hips toward him and his teeth clench. “Yeh good, then?”

“Fuck me, Harry,” you answer, fingers sliding back into his hair and tugging roughly.

“Fer fuck’s-”

It’s your turn to gasp when he surges forward until he’s pressed up tightly inside of you. Harry lets out a pornographic moan and then draws back, adjusting the angle of his hips and then thrusting back into you. You’re squeezed tightly between his searing torso and the wall.

“’S this what yeh wanted, pet?”

You nod quickly, whining when he presses especially deep. Your eyes squeeze shut.

“Harder,” you plead, pulling his face closer to yours. It’s been torturous to keep your distance, and now that you’v got the opportunity to connect the way you’ve been craving, you’re greedy. “Please, Harry.”

He grunts as he complies with your request, forehead creasing in concentration. His fingers grip into the flesh of your thighs as he fucks you into the wall. Your lower back aches against the solid surface of the wall.

“Look so pretty like this,” he compliments between tight teeth. His lips lock desperately with yours, but only for a moment before he pulls away to watch you again.

A sob escapes from your throat, both at the loss of his lips and the accuracy of his thrusts.

“There!”

Harry grinds his hips up into the same spot, reveling in the desperate sounds you release.

“Close, pet?” A hand snakes between your bodies, prodding and pinching at your sensitive clit. “Gonna come on me?” His hips have become sloppy, his voice far less confident than his words. “Need yeh to come.”

Your head slams back into the wall and your mouth falls open as your gut tightens, fingers closing tightly around Harry’s damp locks. He watches your face as you come undone, your lips shaking around gasps of his name. It’s only moments before his own abdomen clenches and he’s emptying rope upon rope of hot come inside of you. His face screws up and he drops his head forward into the crook of your neck, warm breath puffing against your skin.

“God, missed yeh so much,” he mumbles, fingers smoothing up your thighs and over your hips. You swallow down a groan and leave a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Missed you,” you concur, fingers working through a tangle in his hair.

Harry slides his softening self from you a few moments later, pecking your neck once and setting your feet gently on the ground. You let out a strained breath when you feel him dripping down the insides of your thighs.

“Christ,” he groans as he looks down. “’S a fuckin’ sight.”

He looks heavenly, face flushed, lips red, eyes fluttering. He glances up at you and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“Could always jus’ stay here,” he whispers.

“We’re not living in a bathroom.” You laugh and shove him away from you, admiring the goofy grin on his face, so much more relaxed than it had been before lunch.

“Was jus’ an idea,” he admits with a chuckle of his own, reaching for a cloth.

“Let’s get yeh cleaned up, love.”

[muffindaddystyles]

Request: Could u do one where y/n is a stripper but her and Harry are already together. So Harry and his friends all know y/n works at the strip club because she’s Harry girl and they all go up there and she gives him a lap dance?? Idk I just need something dirty😂✋🏽

Disclaimer: Public infatuation, spitting and teasing.

//

Do you ever see shit crumbling down infront of your eyes and said, "fuck it." before taking the step that could have a ominous impact on your life? Perhaps Y/N did the same. When she couldn't pay for her UNI she started working at a club as a waitress, scrubbing the awful stickiness of beers and alchol wasn't a nightmare for her at least.

She always admired the girls outdoing themselves on stage, something so fascinating about having men on the tip of their shoes and emptying their pockets just to have a watch of mere skin.

One night when the clock striked past 2 am and the club had barely three people her friend ushered her on the stage, it wasn't sexy and eroticaly mind blogging. She was trying to have fun (she's very socially akward and have a stage phobia). Rather, cute as she danced in her pink skirts and showy apron not caring when her headband slid down as she spinned around the pole with loud giggles.

What took her gasp away was a beautiful man sitting in the corner dimmed away from the bashing lights of the room. Hand adorned in gems and jewels wrapped around the crystal glass of beer as he sat man-spreading in a black suit, a white shirt underneath that gives the glimpse of his tattoos and an evident smirk of ferver for her that made her tummy scorch.

"Y/N!" The bartender shouted for her, "Take this order for the table 22, quick." She tumbles down two stairs hastily and it takes out a chuckle from his lips, his eyes following her constantly. The glass of another bevy is for none other than the man with emarld eyes and chocolate curls.

She approaches him with a bicker between her mind and heart to shut the fuck up, as she slides the glass infront of him without glancing up at him.

"Y'dance gorgeously." His voice sultry and so so supple she couldn't belive it came out from him. "Uhm thank you . . . but 'm not what you're thinking 'm." She fumbles with her apron back treating slowly and he raises his brows not in amusement but in acknowledgement puffering out his bottom red lip she oh so gonna think about whole night.

"Doesn't matter, eh." She nods, "like somethin' else?" Her smile. Harry think her smile lit up his previous grumpy mood and his eyes falls over her shoes, he didn't like that they were literally about to thread into patches.

"Nope. Jus' headin' out, take care, love." Fuck him. There's no way she wouldn't imagine about him, being there in her dainty loft.

He left a bunch of cash as her tip and it made her all blushy.

//

Their next encounter was rather funny. Bumping into eachother at a grocery shop and her collection of junk food, cans of sweet sodas and candies went flying infront of him making her feel giddy that what he'd think about him? A child of five ready to go back to school?

His apologies were cut short when he sees it's her and his eyes went glowy. She's completely a different person when not under the blazing lights, so soft and clean wearing a cream coloured sweater, curdoury lilac pants and spectacles perched atop her bunny nose.

Him in a rolling stones tee and slacks.

"Y'alright, there?" He asks her with a brush to her elbow and she nods, "oh, Mr. Gucci pants?" That was the point where their love story started not a clićhe one but Harry's head over heels for her to this day. She calls him Gucci pants to annoy him cause his trousers that had a visible gucci label on the hem of them.

Then after few months of them hanging out and their first kiss she got to know that he's the owner of the club she fucking works at. She didn't know what to do, is that okay to date something out of your status and league? Even boss? She ghosted him for weeks and realized that how much she missed him. His thoughts didn't seem to leave her mind at all, his lips and kisses.

They've a most healthy relationship, he doesn't stop her from working at club as a waitress neither does he feels remorseful when she gets angry for paying her extra replying with cheekiness, "can't wait to have our bank accounts together, i like to give y'me lovin' sweet bug."

Their sex life's a proper satisfaction for both of them, Harry's such a caring domineering to her and it makes her cry sometimes when she floats into her sub-space. She loves to have him inside her after rough nights and to have sex in the morning getting sticky due to him hardening while still inside her.

She's public shy so they never try anything outside (harry respects her boundaries and gives her space whenever she needs some) but giving him a blowjob in his car doesn't seem that scary, does it? And the fact she loves to keep him warm and wet in her mouth everytime. He exposed her to the world of sex toys and how to use them, she was hesitant in the start but now loves to play with herself while he caresses his cock infront of her.

She hates being tied up! Always wants to touch him and feel his velvety skin. He ties up when she's being a bad puppy.

She loves when he fucks her from behind on her knees studying and sometimes she likes him harsh too, to be pounded raw, it makes her panties soak with yearn to have him.

But, in general he's all pet names and kisses. Gifting her silks and making her matchas. Cuddles and hugs from behind. Though, he likes to be a small spoon with his face tucked between her squishy tits and likes to have back rubs by her when the work gets a load on him.

Today though she'd like to come out of her cocoon and do something bold to show him that she wanna put the same effort to turn him on as he does. She doesn't know that her only presence stiffens his dick.

Harry was along his friends in his usual spot away from the bustling crowd when the patter of heels distracted them making their heads perk up, "would you guys like something?" She asks them and Nialler who's already miffed bad hiccups, "another bevy fo' me." She rolls her eyes at him sticking her tongue out.

"Then fetch one for yourself." While they bickered Harry admired his girl. The curve of her peach and her fleshy thighs, the stocking she's wearing doing nothing to satiate his burn to fuck her right now on these tables infront of everyone. "Anddd what'd you like to 've, Sir." She dips her knee between his thighs near his crotch whispering sultry-ly in his ear and pressing her wet lips against his earlobe on purpose.

"You." He smiles bashfully running his hands under her skirt and thighs giving it lil smack making her squeal softly, "'m all yours to take." She smooches a kiss to his mouth and presses her panties clad cunt against his man-spread moaning subtly when he groped her ass to assist her in humping him.

"Get a room you guys!!" Their friends hollered and Harry was quick to take Y/N's hand leading her to a private room, "On the sofa legs spread fo' me." She doesn't listen to him and pushes him down instead crawling up his lap.

"No." She tries to use the most intimidating voice, "what? You sound like a kitten, baby." He teases her letting his fingers linger over her garter and she hisses when he snaps it. She pins his wrists between them telling him grumpy-ly, "I - said - no." Her neck stretches giving Harry more skin to plant kisses as she brought his hand to cup them against her pussy.

"Wanna fuck me 'n d'the dirty work yourself? Go on then." He murmures grazing her collarbones with his teeth and palms her chest, stroking the perked nipple again and again to make her wet than she already's. Except of undressing him herself she orders him because she's too far gone to do anything other than have his cock pounding inside her, "Undress." When he does so she wraps her hand around his huge prick and taps his cherry lips with her fingers.

Pulling at his foreskin for some time and coating it perfectly with his own pre-come she sides her panties with shaky fingers and sinks down on him completely, she loves this position. In this way he feels too big inside her, deep to her tummy and could embrace eachother cosily.

"This's what you wanted? To fuck yourself with me prick, to keep it forever inside you?" He grabs her from sides helping her ride him and she hugs his shoulders whimpering with each languid stroke of his thickness against her spongy walls, "yes, yes, yes." His balls slaps against her bum and she squeezes around him with a cry.

He tuts in a mean voice, "Look how 've turned me sweet innocent Y/N into a filthy girl whose cunt's always drippin' with me cum." Her hairline beads with sweat and she muffles her moans by bitting him, he yanks her.

"Let everybody listen how hard ye're bein' pounded." He growls spanking her ass to a plump redness, groping her asscheeks to push harder and it makes her squirt around him.

"More, more, please more." She says in a soft hoarseness thighs quaking around his waist from exhaustion and he chuckles kissing her temple rolling her sensitive clit with the pad of thumb to make her cum, "oh! Harry — " This time she moans without holding back and when she doesn't stop moving Harry takes the hint.

"Bug you're gettin' tired." He flips them. Pressing her thigh against the back of couch with a tight grip of his hands around, so tight it'll leave imprints. Looking down a whimper slips from his throat at the sight of her widely spread for him and her pussy lips wrapped around his rock hard cock, though the sofa is already ruined with their wetness he spits where they're connected.

The dirty, sloppy wet noises of them turns him on so bad and he laps at her nipples like a kitten would do drilling inside her vigorously it makes her gasp in pleasure, moan and cry his name.

She rakes her nails down his spine when he grinds down at her in rough circles, "I'm gonna cum." She cries out cramping around him and their bones rattles with each pound she receives from him.

"Come fo' me darlin', gonna count to three — " He caresses her jaw, kissing her again and again face expression bundling up with the wave of pleasure that's about fluid over him as she thrashes under him, head on the sofa and torso stretching out, "fuck, fuck, fuck." He mutters unloading inside of her in sticky white ribbons that spill out of her because he came alot.

Taking a breather they untangle themselves a little and she whispers snuggling into his neck, "might think we could crash at this sofa tonight." Wrapping her calves around him like a koala.

"But, 'm hungry too." She giggles when her stomach grugled angrily.

"Let's clean up and get fish 'n chips from the next shop." He pets her head.

"Amazing!" She chirps.

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