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lemoncrushh · 2 years ago

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Someone find me a 40 year old man with this kind of stamina lol. Also the tenderness. I’m not lying when I say I had to put the phone down when he said “please don’t cry” because I was literally crying.

In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 9 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Part 10 (Word count: 4K)

You were familiar with Harry’s bed, maybe a little too familiar even, but when he threw you onto it as if you were a rag doll you suddenly felt as if someone had pushed you on stage, all lights on you.

You’d been in bed with Harry before, you’d even fallen asleep against his chest. You’d been intimate. So why was it then that your heart was threatening to break free from your chest?

The way he was looking at you was ravenous. He was standing at the edge of the bed, undressing, his eyes never leaving yours. You tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze was too intense and besides, you really wanted a better look at his tattoos, and even in the dim light the streetlamps cast upon his bedroom you could see him clearly.

“Enjoying the view, darling?” he smirked, noticing your eyes widening when he was finally topless. You’d seen him without his shirt before, if only just briefly, but somehow it didn’t quite register just how… fit he was. Of course you knew he was well built… but damn. He clearly worked out, you don’t just get all toned like that from… interior designing. When you didn’t even acknowledge him he chuckled then lowered his voice “You’re falling behind”

You then looked back up at him, for a second not even registering what he’d said. But then he was crawling on top of you, caging you in between his arms as he supported his weight on his elbows. He looked at you intently, brushing his fingers against your temple and then tucking a loose strand behind your ear “Cold feet?”

“No” you whispered back, taken aback a bit, your brows furrowing slightly. Why would he think that?

“You just… shut down, sometimes. Can’t figure out what goes on inside that pretty head of yours” he tapped your temple gently and smiled, and you could’ve just melted then and there. You just felt so… safe. So protected, cherished even. You couldn’t even explain why. He then kissed your forehead, smoothening the crease between your brows and the way this had gone from incredibly hot to incredibly sweet in a matter of seconds was sending you spiraling “Tell me what you’re thinking” he coaxed, his eyes softening, caressing along your cheekbone using the back of his fingers

You breathed out a smile “You’re the one that’s got a way with words, not me”

“Just wanna know what’s on your mind…” he looked at you from under hooded eyes “I’ve missed you”

Your breath caught; damn. It wasn’t just what, but the way he said it “I missed you, too” you could feel your smile growing on your face and he followed suit

“Yeah?”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here” you tilted your head to the side a little

“Thought you were here to save my career” he raised an eyebrow playfully

“That too. But mainly because I couldn’t stop thinking of how you’d waited for me on my front doorsteps last week” you blurted all that out before you could even process it properly. You just felt so relaxed, so at ease... that it just… slipped.

His dimples deepened “Yeah? That’s what you remember most about last Wednesday? My male ego doesn’t know how to feel about that” he creased his eyebrows smilingly and you huffed, rolling your eyes

“If you must know… yeah. That’s what I caught myself thinking about the most. I just pictured you smiling upwards at me, sitting there in the cold. Drove all the way up there to take me to see The Notebook...”

He gasped “That’s what that was?”

You giggled “Yeah!”

He chuckled, squeezing his eyes shut and rested his forehead against yours in mock defeat. He then raised his head, squinting his eyes at you “You played me dirty”

“I thought you enjoyed it”

“I did. I’m having an identity crisis now. You can’t do that to a man who’s already supposed to be going through a midlife crisis”

You scoffed “Oh, please. I’m surprised you made it this far without seeing it. You’re welcome”

He just smiled at you and after a moment of the both of you just staring at each other he tilted his head to the side and roamed his eyes across your face, his gaze finally landing back on yours “It’s surprising that you think about me waiting for you on those stairs. ‘Cause what comes to mind when I think about you isn’t something you’d probably expect either…" his eyes searched yours for a long moment "I could think about how I get lost in you when I kiss you, the way I kinda forget my own name for a moment there”

“Like this?” you raised your head a bit to brush your lips against his and he didn’t miss a bit, deepening the kiss immediately

“Exactly like that” he hummed “Trying to distract me? I was going somewhere with that”

“Ok, I’m listening”

“Where was I... “ he glanced at your lips and then smiled to himself as he bent to kiss you again but then pulled away just as you were readying yourself to close in the space “Ah, yes” he chuckled at your huff of despair “I could be thinking of the way your breath catches right when you’re about to come, your pretty eyes get all glazed under those thick lashes, your plump lips part and all I want to do is prolong it for as long as possible- love seeing you all flustered, like you don’t fit inside your own skin. But then when you reach your peak and your eyes roll back, and you whimper incoherent words… I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful” you pressed your thighs together, fidgeting under him and he smirked knowing that must’ve gotten you all hot and bothered “But that’s not what comes to mind either. What comes to mind... “ he scanned all over your face again before going on “Is when I took you into my arms that night that you snuck out. The way you flinched away when I’d meant to comfort you. I can’t get that out of my mind” he furrowed his brows, locking his jaw “I can’t forget how you melted into my arms and just cried your little heart out. And how right it felt to hold you. I never wanted to let you go” he tightened his arms around you. “I still don't” he whispered solemnly.

“Harry…” you were at a loss for words. You could feel your eyes begin to water and you knew he could see it, his frown deepening

“Don’t wanna let you go. I know I can’t-shouldn’t want you…” he sighed heavily, his body sinking against yours bringing you impossibly close “But I do. I want all of you. This is not a game to me, Y/N. Never was. But you coming here tonight… got me hoping. Hoping that you’d let me be the one to hold you like that, to chase away your demons. Never want to see you shield away like that… ever”. Your tears had started silently rolling down your cheeks and off to the sides and he bent, kissing each of them away as he murmured all that to you “Never want to see you cry, my sweet girl. Please don’t cry” he sighed heavily, resting his forehead against yours once again as you held your breath, trying to stop your tears from falling

“Harry… you don’t even know me” you finally said, an edge to your voice but he silenced you when he kissed you ardently. You couldn’t even remember what you were going to say by the time he pulled away

“I know enough. And I know that I've been fighting this long enough. Listen to me” he waited till you looked at him “I want this. I want you. You don’t have to say anything right now if you’re not ready... “ he then added with a smirk, pressing his groin against you eliciting a gasp “Still gonna fuck you, don’t you worry”

“Please... “ you mewled as he pressed himself just right against you “I can’t think straight”

“Awh, my poor baby” he coaxed “I’ll make it all better. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, hm?”

You shuddered, rolling your eyes closed. After that rollercoaster of emotions you just needed something you could make sense of. You needed to just feel, no thoughts, no doubts.

He made to pull back but you wrapped your hands around his neck, attacking his mouth and he hummed low in his chest at your eagerness “Please” you repeated against his mouth in between kisses “Please fuck me, daddy” you tugged on his lower lip as you stole a glimpse at him, watching him crease his eyebrows, his eyes closed, his heavy breathing falling in shallow puffs against the top of your cheekbones “Need to feel you. All of you” you sneaked your hand in between your bodies and gasped when you finally touched his rock-hard erection through just the boxers he was still wearing. Meanwhile, you were still fully clothed, you hadn’t even had the chance to take off your shoes.

He groaned loudly and finally pulled away to sit on his heels so that he could undress you. He tipped off your boots and threw them over his shoulder and to the ground with a loud thud, and you just sat there looking at him, biting on your knuckle nervously. He never broke eye contact as he pulled your jeans off and then surprised you, grabbing your waist and swiftly maneuvering you so that you were now straddling him.

You giggled and raised an eyebrow “Showing off?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet” he grabbed you gently from behind your neck and pulled you to him, kissing you. You just couldn’t get close enough to each other. You were still wearing your panties but you couldn’t wait any longer, so you scooted a bit lower down his body until you hovered right above his crotch and you felt his breath hitch. You couldn’t tease him even if you tried, you needed this just as much as he did, so you sank down against his hard length, making sure to grind against him until he was poking right at your entrance

“Fuck, Y/N! Get this off!” he pushed your shirt upwards and his authoritative tone only drenched your panties further as you complied obediently. “Wait, wait!” he halted you just before you were about to unclasp your bra, exhaling through his nose as if to compose himself “I don’t wanna rush this. Wanna make it last. But fuck if I don’t wanna throw all that out the window looking at you now, baby. You’re killin’ me”

You bit your lower lip as you watched him roam his eyes all over your body. He looked absolutely out of his mind. His eyes finally made their way back to yours and his fingers went to your bra straps, hooking them underneath the straps and running them up and down their undersides “You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you…” he then pushed the straps reverently over your shoulders, causing the bra to loosen against your chest and your breast to overflow over its cups. He was panting heavily by now, tracing his fingers over your shoulders and down the sloop of your breasts, caressing the tops of them with the back of his fingers “So beautiful” you could feel his cock twitch against you and you mewled, absolutely desperate for him to speed things up a bit. But you also enjoyed feasting your eyes on his naked torso, he was absolutely spectacular, and although you’d been so eager to inspect his tattoos you couldn’t stop your eyes from going right back to his face. You were drunk on seeing him look at you like that. He looked absolutely feral.

“I know baby” he coaxed “Daddy’s not teasing you. I just wanna savour you. Never want this to end. C’mere” he whispered that last part and you bent to kiss him again, pushing your breasts into his waiting hands and he groaned, kneading at them through the padding. When your lips touched, he finally unclasped it, pulling it off of you and tossing it aside like it was some sort of constricting snake around your body that he’d been desperate to get rid of. As soon as your tits were on full display he immediately thrust his hips upwards, almost as if he couldn’t control the animalistic urge, pushing the tip of his cock right against you, nudging inside of you a little bit, even through your undergarments, making you both groan audibly.

He didn’t let up though, he kept thrusting, slowly but steadily. He maneuvered you so that your breasts hung right in front of his face and he latched his lips hungrily onto each of your nipples at a time, lathering them in his saliva before suckling on them intently. He held you by the hips, pushing you against him in time with his shallow thrusts and you couldn’t believe it but you were already on the brink of an orgasm by that alone “Oh, God! Oh, my God! Ah!” you shrieked in disbelief when you came but he didn’t let you recover, flipping you over again so that he was on top. You barely registered him removing both of your lingerie and fumbling into his nightstand; you were a heaving mess, still tingling all over and terribly confused as to how he’d managed to make you orgasm on that alone.

After he rolled the condom onto himself watching you recover from your high, but only barely, he bent to kiss you once more “Not too late to change your mind, baby”

You just kissed him back all the more ardently, desperate for him to make good of his promise. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed from underneath your left thigh, pushing your knee back slightly as he nudged himself in between your legs until he was perfectly aligned with you, and he was so hard that he didn’t even need to guide himself into you, pushing himself inside inch by delicious inch. Your breath caught, and you actually whined against his open mouth, he was stretching you to your absolute limit, even after that orgasm you were still not ready to take him. You’d known this, of course, and had mentally pep-talked yourself to muster through the initial discomfort but this was even worse than when you’d lost your virginity.

He soothed you, kissing the corner of your mouth “Shhh, almost there, baby. Doing so good, taking daddy so well” his voice had an edge to it and you knew he must’ve been using all his concentrated energy not to push inside you in one swift thrust of his hips. He kept pushing in slowly, retreating a bit and then advancing some more and it felt like he’d been going at it since forever. But your whines were little by little replaced by moans and by the time he bottomed out inside you, you could feel yourself clenching around him deliciously. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his eyes tightly shut and you wondered how you’d ever gone without this. The feeling was euphoric. You finally felt whole in every sense of the word.

You kept waiting for him to move but all he did was pant heavily, not moving a muscle and you took his face between your palms, kissing his lips softly and raising your other knee to bring both your legs over his hips, sliding him in even deeper. He was definitely hitting your cervix and you knew it’d take some getting used to before the pain would ease away entirely, but it stung so good. You crossed your ankles, in a moment of bravery, pushing him somehow even further inside of you and he finally opened his eyes, looking at you hazily as he broke the kiss. He got your message loud and clear, and when you felt him pull away a bit you let out a shuddered breath only to have the air knocked out of your lungs completely when he pushed back in “Fuck” he cursed under his breath “You’re so damn tight” he gritted between his teeth

You shook your head vigorously “You’re huge”

“Taking me so well” he grunted the very last word as he pumped into you more intently “So wet for me. I can feel you all over my thighs, baby girl. So, so wet and so good for me” he kissed you again, his tongue stroking yours in sink with his thrusts and then he pulled back, sitting back on his heels watching himself go in and out of you as he held your thighs spread open “Fuck me… “ he whispered to himself “Look at you. Fucking perfect. And you feel even better” he threw his head back, taking a few deep breaths in. He angled himself differently and your back arched off the mattress “Yeah? Like that, baby? Did daddy find your sweet spot?”

“Yes, fuck yes. Please…”

“Please what, doll? Gotta tell daddy what you want, so I can give. it. to. you.” he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust and you saw stars, rolling your eyes back in pure ecstasy. Honestly, you were perfectly content for him to keep doing what he was doing, but your traitorous body craved more

“Please, don’t stop”

“Oh, I’m not stopping. I never wanna stop, wanna keep fucking this pretty pussy of yours until you walk funny, you hear me?” his voice low and guttural, his eyes absolutely black with lust. He swatted his fingers against your clit sharply and you mewled loudly “Answer me!”

“Yes, yes, daddy! Just like that. I love it. God, you’re so deep…” you thrashed your head against the pillow “You’re gonna ruin me” you whined

He redoubled his efforts at that, making you scream as he pounded into you, his mouth agape as he watched transfixed as your breasts bounced in time with his trusts “I want to ruin you. Want to ruin you for anyone else. Want you just for m’self. How’d I end up such a lucky bastard to be fucking such a sweet little thing like you, hm? Anyone ever fuck you like this before, baby girl?”

You were surprised he could even talk as he kept pounding into you mercilessly “No, God no!”

“Course no one did, those poor wankers wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you. So fucking perfect you are. Daddy’s perfect little slut” he slapped the back of your thigh so hard you just knew he’d leave a mark, but then he grabbed your leg and placed it over his shoulder making you yell, reaching out and clutching onto his hands. He chuckled and decided to give you something to occupy yourself, pushing his index and middle fingers inside your mouth “Suck” he instructed harshly and you quickly complied, closing your eyes and moaning against his fingers as you slobbered them in your saliva “Fuck, you’re so hot. Such a dirty little thing. How’s it feel to have daddy treat you right, princess? Hm?” he retreated his fingers with a thick string of saliva before taking them between your legs and focusing them on your swollen clit. You felt your eyes water, it was too much, you felt like you were going to burst both emotionally and physically “Yes, c’mon baby, I can feel it, you’re about to burst aren’t you my sweet girl? Daddy’s just fucking this pussy that good, hm? You could barely take me minutes ago now you can’t get enough of me. Such a good little slut for daddy”

You felt your tears roll down your cheeks, you weren’t sure why you were crying, you just knew it felt like an outer body experience “Is daddy hurting you, baby? Do you want me to stop?” concern lined his voice and you shook your head frantically before he could even begin to slow down

“Please, please don’t stop. I just… it’s so fucking good” your voice was hoarse and you could feel your body convulsing slightly “Please, daddy. Wanna come so bad. Can I?”

He moaned, hearing you so out of your mind with pleasure “Yes, baby, come for daddy, I’m right there with you” he quickened his fingers against your clit and and held the ankle of your leg he’d thrown over his shoulder with his other hand for leverage as he fucked even harder into you.

You were barely aware of the tears that kept flowing as your whole body seemed to catch on fire, a wave of heat washing all over you, finally lighting that spark within you that made you lose your mind completely. He rode it out with you, and as your spasms seemed to be going on forever you could feel him pulse inside you as you heard the most animalistic growl you’d ever heard from a man before. His release was absolutely primal, making your own release prolong considerably at the sight of his contorted face- he looked absolutely sinful.

You took the sight of him in, a slick coat of sweat was covering him as well as dripping from his ringlets that adorned his forehead, but the way his butterfly tattoo was glistening had you raise your head slightly from the pillow “Did I just…”

He smirked, raising an eyebrow “Completely drenched me”

“Oh, God” you sighed, completely spent and winced as you felt him pull away. You wiped at your eyes, remembering you’d cried right at the end for some reason, a reason that was slowly beginning to ebb into your mind, and you heard the rubber snap as Harry tied its end and threw it aside, reaching for you and taking you into his arms. He was clammy and his skin was cooling off, making you shiver

“Are you sure you’re all right? You had me worried just then” you could feel his heartbeat hammering against your cheek

“Positive. I’m more than all right” you looked at him dreamily “Completely spent, though”

He tutted “Let’s grab a shower. Need to change the sheets, and, besides. You gotta help me get that project up and running before 10pm and I’m scared to check what time it is”

You whined “I almost passed out and you want me to stand on my feet, let alone use my brain? How are you not already asleep, anyway?”

He reached for a watch he had lying on the nightstand “Good, just half past 8. Plenty of time for that shower, and I’ll show you just how awake I am, hm? Fuck that bratty attitude out of you” he bit your earlobe

“You’re kidding! Are you planning on killing me tonight or something?”

“Or something” he chuckled, kissing your temple before pulling you out of bed and dragging you into the en suite. Something told you you weren’t going to get any sleep anytime soon.

Chapter 11

A/N: surprise, surprise! i didn't announce this update cuz i didn't want a repeat of last weekend, yet here i am, posting this at 3:30am yet again... fml. hope you enjoyed❤! i honestly can't wait to delve deeper into this but i really wanna hear from you guys. i had a really hard time getting through this chapter, it was super emotional for me.

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#fic rec #man what a chapter 😮‍💨#I’m pooped

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