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marvel-snape-writes · 15 days ago

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BAD HARRY:

The Etiquette of These Things

18+ Love Actually smut

Harry (Alan Rickman) x original female character

12.9k words (never expected it to be that long LOL)

I finally let my sleazy Alan Rickman urges win and wrote a tense and flirtatious encounter between Harry, a married man, and his younger colleague, Arabella, during a Christmas work party. As the night progresses, they find themselves alone, and the sexual tension escalates. Arabella openly flirts with Harry, teasing him and pushing boundaries, which he struggles to resist despite his marital status. They engage in suggestive banter, and eventually, they end up at Arabella's apartment, where they have a somewhat scandalous encounter... Afterward, Harry grapples with feelings of guilt and confusion, contemplating the implications of their actions. Arabella, however, seems unfazed and playful about the situation, suggesting they can proceed however they like, and Harry leaving her apartment, feeling both exhilarated and conflicted about what just happened.

The fact he was allowing her foot to rub up the inside of his calf frightened him a little. It showed that he was putting up less of a fight this time. Allowing it to happen.

The Christmas work’s night out with plus-ones invited was always a testing experience for Harry, let alone tonight’s when it was strictly only the colleagues themselves. He knew she had a thing for him. Though he was married, he couldn’t deny that having a younger colleague unapologetically taunt and flirt with him inflated his ego and boosted his mood when compared to the lull he was currently experiencing with his actual wife. He also couldn’t deny having whispered filthy sweet nothings into her ear from time to time just to spur her on for his own egotistical amusement. However, despite having practically fucked each other with their eyes on several occasions, they had never actually crossed the physical barrier before.

Tonight was like he was in a trance with only one goal. As usual, he and her were the last ones standing from the Christmas party. She bit her lip as their eyes met over the table once everyone else had gone home, the expression on her face beginning to cause a slight issue in the front of Harry’s pants when added with the light rubbing of her foot against his inner calf again.

“Can I get you another drink?” Harry asked, breaking the seductive atmosphere.

“You don’t need to get me drunk to have your way with me, Sir.” She picked up her glass and licked her lips after putting it back down again.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Sir’.” Harry replied, trying not to watch her tongue.

“Sorry… Boss?” She arched a brow.

“Arabella, Drop the titles. We are not at work.” He attempted to scowl.

“Yes…” Her lips formed the pronunciation of an ‘S’ before batting her eyelashes innocently as she emphasised, “Harry.”

“Good girl.” He squinted his eyes teasingly.

“I can’t call you ‘boss’ or ‘sir’ but you can call me ‘good gir-‘!?” Her lips parted dramatically, almost in offence.

“So, you don’t want another drink?” Harry butted in, already aware that what he said was not very professional and telling her that she ‘asked for it’ most likely would not go down well.

“I told you,” Her foot slid slightly higher up his calf this time and her eyes momentarily diverted to his lips, “You do nothave to get me drunk to have whatever it is you want from me.”

He remained silent for a few moments, pondering his response to how forward she was being, “Why is it always me and you the last to go home?”

“So no one can see us leave together.” She shrugged simply.

“Ha,” Harry shot her a sarcastic expression, “Do you not have a boyfriend?”

“Does it matter?” She arched a brow.

“Considering what’s going on under the table, I’d say so.” Harry responded flatly.

“Do you not have a wife?” She tilted her head, purposefully swirling her tongue around the straw in her glass before pushing it into her mouth whilst maintaining eye contact.

“No one here took your fancy?” He purposefully avoided her question, feeling heat beginning to climb up his body.

“Oh, yes, someone did,” She nodded, smiling sweetly, “But, then again, someone always does.”

Harry blinked hard and felt his hand tremble against his glass slightly as he lifted it to his lips, trying to ignore the way she was now pushing the straw deeper into her mouth before pursing her lips to suck the liquid through it.

Narcissistically, he already knew the answer, but he chose to ask anyway, “And who would that be?”

“The Boss.” She bit the inside of her cheek, “I ask you to dance because if I can feel your body pressed against mine, then I can better envision how it would feel to be on top of me.”

“You’re being dangerous tonight.” He let out a sharp breath, feeling the need to allow a bit more air through his shirt collar as the tension between them grew.

“You’re letting me.” She raised her eyebrows, enjoying the fact that she was gradually getting the upper hand in the situation.

‘Oh, I’d let you do absolutely anything to me right now’, he thought to himself, struggling at this point to keep his eyes off her. She was younger than him by quite a number of years, so the fact that she was even interested in him was enough. He thought about how it would feel to just fool around and get himself off with her tonight, completely meaningless. The thought had crossed his mind many times before, but tonight was something else. She had him right in the palm of her hand. So much so, his brain could only think of where they could sneak off to quickest just so he could get the relief he so badly desired and move on with his life. Quick fuck in the toilets? No, people would see them both go in. Were they both desperate enough to follow the back alley down behind the bar and get themselves off there? No, far too public… for a married man. Fuck, he would have her over this table right now if he could.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Harry asked to try and avoid what she was next about to propose.

“What, my house or yours?” She smirked.

“Another bar?” Harry ignored her question, resting his chin on his hand with his elbow bent on the table, “Fancy cocktail bars, that’s what you like, isn’t it? Or it is when I look at the accounts which the company so kindly funds your work nights out.”

“Well, the company does like to look after their staff, don’t they?” She raised her eyebrows, reaching across the table and lightly tracing patterns against the part of Harry’s forearm that was on show rested flatly against the table.

“Of course.” He swallowed hard, glancing down at her fingers and pressing his lips together hard.

“It keeps them happy,” Her nails lightly grazed his skin this time, “That’s how you keep your staff, Harry,” Her tone lowered, though her expression remained annoyingly innocent, “To make sure they are always looked after, taken care of, satisfied.” She emphasised each word by pressing her nails against him a little harder each time.

“Right.” He nodded, showing no attempt of pulling away.

“So, yes, let’s go to another bar.” She grinned, quickly standing up.

Harry’s lips quickly parted and he looked up at her, physically having to shake himself out of his trance. Before he could even formulate a response, she had already walked over to the bar, awaiting for him to pay for the tab with the company card.

“Right…” He blinked hard, “Right.” He repeated, exhaling deeply as he stood and cautiously glancing down and silently being grateful for not being his once younger self; for now, his threatening arousal staying concealed and hardly noticeable within his trousers.

“In your own time, boss.” She teased, watching as he made his way over to her.

He didn’t speak once he approached the bar, didn’t even react to her. Instead, he turned to the barman and gave the name of the tab before getting his wallet out of his blazer pocket.

“Thank you, sir.” The barman smiled once he had paid.

“And you, too.” Harry half smiled back, still on the comedown of the most intimate few minutes he had had with anyone in weeks.

“Thanks, boss.” She winked, looking over at him as they headed toward the exit.

“Where to?” Harry asked, pushing the door open and holding it for her.

The cold wintry air hit them before she could respond, both of them shivering and Harry stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.

“You tell me,” She moved closer to him as they walked, linking arms with him and immediately feeling his body tense as she did so, her words certainly not helping, “You strike me as the kind of man who knows how to satisfy a lady’s pallet.”

Harry bit down hard on his inner lip, his eyes darting around as they continued to walk. He could feel his heart rate increasing with each step, but still he allowed it to happen and made no attempt to remove her arm.

“Harry?” She turned her head to look up at him when he didn’t respond.

“Hm?” He snapped out of his thoughts, glancing down at her, “Are you sure you’d like to walk around the city like this with your boss?”

“What’s wrong with it?” She asked, looking at him with an unphased expression.

“Well, we’re…” He fought with what to say, his mouth opening and closing a few times, “We’re, you know—“

“What, not strangers?” She answered for him.

“No, we aren’t,” He shook his head, “Which almost makes it worse, if you think about it.”

“How so?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Because people who recognise us both will know that we work together,” Harry huffed quietly, “And you know how people like to gossip.”

She paused for a moment and waited for him to look forward again before leaning up to press her cheek to his and whisper into his ear, “Then, let’s go somewhere no one else can see.”

Harry held his breath for a moment before glancing down at his feet, then her arm linked with his, then his feet again before finally speaking, “Alright.”

“Or give them a reason to gossip.” She mumbled, glancing up at him very briefly with a smirk.

Oh, he liked the idea of that. Just from that one faint suggestion, he found himself subtly looking around for literally anywhere he could create the setting of a quickie in his head.

“How about there?” She suggested, though Harry’s mind was in a completely different place at what she was suggesting before he looked ahead to the glittering sign of another bar.

“Sure.” Harry shrugged, pressing his finger to his chin as he read the name of it, “As long as you don’t drain my bank account.”

She licked her lips slowly as they approached the door, flickering her eyes up at him and speaking as their eyes met, “Oh, I plan to drain much more than your bank account tonight, sir.”

Harry felt a strange, unfamiliar twinge in his crotch from her comment and his hand briefly slipped from holding the door, clearing his throat to try and cover it up. His lips twitched and he tensed his jaw as he followed her into the bar — though his mind was going in many more directions than just one.

“What would you like to drink?” He asked.

“Surprise me,” She shrugged, gesturing to an empty, tall table, “I’ll meet you over there.”

“They’re a nightmare, aren’t they?” The barman laughed.

“I’m sorry?” Harry scowled briefly, leaning against the bar.

“Girlfriends.” The barman raised his eyebrows.

“Oh,” Harry cleared his throat, glancing over at her before shrugging, “Uh, yeah.”

He ordered the first two drinks that came to mind after glancing at the menu written on the black slate hanging on the wall; a whisky and an espresso martini. He paid the barman and walked over to the table, placing them down on there and hopping up on the stool at the side of her.

“Thank you,” She crinkled her nose, “May I guess which one is mine?”

“If you must.” Harry shrugged.

“This one?” She arched a brow, bringing the espresso martini closer to her.

“What makes you so sure?” He mirrored her raised eyebrow.

“This one has a shot of espresso in it,” She said simply, “You clearly want me to be awake for the whole night.”

“I think it’s more favourable to me in that sense considering our age difference.” Harry attempted to joke.

“I wouldn’t say so…” She took a sip of it, “I like older men.”

“I hadn’t guessed.” He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“And grumpy ones, too, apparently…” She slowly licked her lips.

“Have you any—“ He began before feeling something light fell onto his head, looking at either of his shoulders and letting out a small chuckle when he saw that a piece of previously hung up tinsel was now on him.

“Come here,” She reached across the small table and wrapped the tinsel around him like a scarf, crinkling her nose as she pulled back, “It suits you.”

“Thank you,” Harry laughed, glancing down at one end of it now pointing down his chest, “New work uniform?”

“Oh, I think we could get people on board.” She agreed with a grin.

They both shared a laugh, catching each other’s eye for a few long moments before reaching for their drinks. Harry’s eyes darted back to the table, trying to push his most intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind.

“So…” He attempted to break the tension, “What are your plans for Christmas?”

“What are my plans for Christmas?” She scoffed.

“Yes?” Harry squinted his eyes and reached for his drink again, convinced he had made it a little too obvious that he was trying to change the subject for his own benefit.

“Wow,” She shook her head, watching as the tinsel fell from around Harry’s shoulders and to the floor, “I am going to the bathroom,” She hopped down from the high stool, “Your small talk is getting worse.”

“My…” He began to question her but lost his wording when he saw her bend over in front of him, purposefully emphasising the miniskirt she was wearing as she picked up the tinsel. His mouth became dry and his skin prickly hot, trying not to allow the feeling to travel further South.

“There we go,” She said as she placed the tinsel around his shoulders again, purposely skimming his cheek and then ear with her lips before whispering directly into it, “But if we’re going to do anything, we might as well just fuck.”

Before he even had a chance to register what she had said, she was already walking away toward the bathroom. After a few steps, however, she turned around and winked, shrugging innocently with an angelic smile before turning her back to him again.

He took another drink of his whisky and swallowed it shakily. She was igniting something in him that hadn’t been alight for a long time. He was almost convinced that she was aware she had turned him on at this point, and as he squeezed his thighs together, it was hard for him not to make it too obvious. Christ, he wanted her to have her way with him. He thought of any and every way he could justify it. Just sneak off somewhere and never speak of it again? Would it look a bit too obvious if they were to go back to hers? Well, they certainly couldn’t go back to his.

He drummed the fingertips of his free hand against the table while his other hand remained snug around his glass. The thoughts going through his mind were some of the most unholy, unfaithful ones that had ever crossed it. Sure, he would be a liar to say he hadn’t felt temptation before, one person in particular springing to mind, but he hadn’t exactly acted upon it. Now he wanted it. He wanted her because she was acting like someone who wanted him. It was as if the passion his marriage was currently lacking was now found in wanting one night with her.

He felt his heart skip a beat when she came back through the door. He knew he’d have to make a split decision before he talked himself out of it. He found his eyes taking a walk all over her figure as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cleared his throat with an innocent smile when she joined him back at the table.

“Alright.” He said.

“Alright?” She squinted her eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere.” He spoke quietly, nervously looking around.

“Anywhere in particular?” She arched a brow, reaching over the table for the tinsel still hung around his shoulders.

He paused when he felt her foot against his calf again, opening his mouth to speak but then pressing his lips together. Her head tilted and she caught his gaze, raising her eyebrows with an angelic expression, “Hm?”

“Where do you think?” He asked, though it was more of a mumble.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t ask.” She shrugged innocently, licking her lips.

He looked either side of him before back at her, “Yours?”

“What for?” She squinted her eyes, moving her foot a little higher.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely insufferable?” He huffed, finishing his drink.

“Has anyone ever told you that a man your age shouldn’t drink so much?” She retorted.

“I’m sorry?” He scowled, “I’ve only had—“

“Don’t be getting whisky dick.” She winked, hopping off the stool.

He didn’t quite have a response to her remark but continued to watch her as she walked toward the door of the bar. She looked back at him with a wink as she pushed the door open, though didn’t stay to hold it for him in time to get to his feet and follow. But he did, only seconds later, following her like some desperately aroused dog.

He caught eye of her outfit — the one he had spent a lot of tonight picturing tearing off her — and walked toward the line of taxis. She gave her details to one of the drivers and gestured for him to get in it with her. As he climbed into the back seat, he couldn’t deny that his head was telling him one thing, but his cock most definitely another.

“Hi.” She glanced over at him once he shut the door behind him.

He didn’t reply, just glanced over at her and pressed his lips together with a small nod. Arabella pursed her lips and turned her head to look out of the window into the darkness. Harry turned to look out of his own window, but quickly caught sight of her very slowly parting her legs from the position she was sat in. His eyes stayed there for a while before blinking quickly and swallowing hard once she turned to face him again.

“I…” He began as Arabella placed her hand upon his thigh.

“It’s okay, boss,” She squeezed his thigh gently, “Everybody window shops.”

Harry let out a small laugh to try and cover up the tingle in his thigh when she squeezed it. He glanced forward to look in the driver’s rear view mirror to make sure that he wasn’t looking before placing his own hand on top of hers and closing it around his thigh again.

“Oh?” She glanced up at him with a grin, “You like that?”

He nodded and remained silent, letting go of her hand and hoping that she would carry on without his cue. She licked her lips and lightly dug her nails into the seem of his pants against his inner thigh, earning a small grunt from him in the process.

“Mm…” He tilted his head back, trying to pretend that if it was over his clothes then it wasn’t really happening. When in reality, he was actually in a taxi back to her house with ideas in mind that would send him to hell.

Arabella leaned in enough to lay her head on his shoulder and lightly tickled her lips against his earlobe, whispering, “Oh, the things I’d like to do to you on this back seat.”

Harry chewed his bottom lip harshly for a moment before saying, “Likewise,” but being unable to make eye contact.

“Oh, really?” She brushed her lips behind his ear.

“Really.” He replied, his eyes closing at the feel of her lips.

His eyes remained closed, his mind floating to the number of situations he would gladly end up in on the back seat at this present moment. The flames in his stomach flickered each time he felt her lips skim his skin and he exhaled shakily, wanting nothing more than to place his hand against her thigh, but some uncertainty in him still holding him back. Once again, despite wanting his hand upon her thigh for the brief moment, he wasn’t exactly encouraging her behaviour, but he wasn’t exactly stopping her, either.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get to my place.” She whispered against the crook of his neck, kissing the skin lightly.

“I am going to walk you to your door.” He spoke through a shiver.

“What, my bedroom door?” She grinned against his skin.

“No comment.” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes still closed.

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” She pulled back once the car stopped, undoing her seatbelt.

“Hm?” His heavy eyes opened, looking out of the window, “Is this your place?”

“No, it’s not, actually,” She rolled her eyes, passing the taxi driver some money and getting out of the car before continuing in the same sarcastic tone as Harry followed close behind, “It’s a secret base I’ve brought you to so no one can ever find out about us.”

“What is there to find out about?” He asked, trying to make himself sound as innocent and unbothered as possible.

“Nothing,” She shrugged, pushing the door open and gazing up at him with a smirk, “Yet.”

Arabella walked in front, but the way she looked over her shoulder and looked him up and down made his breathing somewhat uneasy. He chewed his bottom lip and followed her toward the lift, praying for no silence that would make his desires take over him.

“Have you lived here long?” Harry asked as the lift door closed behind them.

“Long enough to fantasise about having you in my apartment.” She winked.

“And the truth?” Harry arched a brow.

“That is the truth,” She shrugged, “Or would you like me to go on about the images that have popped into my head with you right here?”

Harry swallowed hard, knowing full well that he, too, was creating a far from holy image of them both stuck in this lift.

“Go on,” He swallowed hard.

“Imagine the lift gets stuck…” She walked closer to him, “And I… have no choice… but to…” She moved closer with each word, pausing briefly when her face was directly in front of his.

“I’m listening…” Harry felt his temperature rise, briefly glancing at her lips as her eyes flickered to his.

“Repopulate with whomever I am stuck in there with.” She shrugged, biting her lip.

“You want to repopulate?” Harry squinted his eyes, “With…. me?”

“That’s not what I said, is it?” Arabella licked her lips.

“Yes?” Harry scowled slightly.

“I never specifically said I wanted to repopulate with you,” She shook her head, “But, hypothetically, if I were to ever be in that situation, it wouldn’t hurt to practice, right?”

Harry let out a singular nervous laugh, fighting every urge not to place his hands upon her hips. They locked eyes through the silence and he swallowed hard, his lips slowly parting as the heat under his shirt creeped up to his collar.

“Right.” He nodded, unsure of whether to make the next move that was playing in his mind.

“I’m very glad to know that we’re on the same page.” She winked as the lift doors opened, turning away from him and walking down the corridor.

Harry felt the desire and arousal within him start to boil as she — once again — lead the way in front and he followed, muttering, “Women…”, under his breath. His want was practically turning into desperation at this point, growing less and less afraid of where the night would go.

He swore she unlocked the door to her apartment slowly on purpose, following her inside and casting his eyes around the surprisingly large space. He exhaled quietly after closing the door behind him and stepped further into the room, arching a brow when she reappeared from the kitchen.

“Are you impressed?” She asked.

“We are clearly paying you far too much.” Harry joked.

“There are other ways in which I would be happy to receive appreciation for the work I do.” She shrugged, licking her bottom lip as she glanced back over at him.

“Oh, really?” Harry began to smirk and advanced toward her, unsure where this sudden burst of confidence had come from.

“Would you like to hear my suggestions or would you like to guess?” She mirrored his smirk, walking backwards into what he assumed was her living room.

“Could I have a small hint, maybe?” He arched a brow.

“Perhaps something to do with this new sofa?” She turned to point to it, her eyes still on him.

Harry inhaled sharply as his eyes scanned over the large sofa, particularly paying attention to the part at the end that unfolded like a mattress.

“Do you want me to… give you my opinion on your new sofa?” He asked, coming closer to her, “Rate the colour?”

“How about we rate how sturdy it is?” She bit her lip in an attempt to hide her grin.

“How on earth would we do that?” He raised both of his eyebrows now, desperately trying to conceal his smirk, “Anything but a kiss?”

“No,” Arabella shook her head and placed one firm hand against his chest to push him backwards, speaking once Harry had landed upon the edge of the part of the sofa that folded out into the bed, “This isn’t ’Pretty fucking Woman’.”

“What is it, then?” Harry gazed up at her, leaning back on his hands.

Arabella’s eyes met his for a brief moment before leaning down and whispering, “Whatever you want it to be,” Her lips taunted his from being so close, “Boss.”

Harry sat up a little more and lifted his hands, placing them hesitantly on her hips and dipping his eyes to her lips as she sat down on one of his thighs. His heart was thumping almost painfully in his chest from what he knew was coming. The eye contact between them was only brief, and the tension could have been cut with a knife. Arabella’s hand against his cheek was all he needed to tilt his head and result in their lips being pressed together.

Desperation didn’t take long to become apparent between them both, Harry’s hand now cupping her cheek as the kiss immediately deepened. Arabella leaned against him a little more and rested both of her hands against his neck, kissing him with little mercy.

“W…Wait…” Harry inhaled shakily, breaking the kiss.

“Hmm?” Arabella raised her eyebrows, her lips still pursed from when he had pulled back.

“I would be a fool to not realise the difference between us…” He spoke as his thumb absentmindedly ran across her cheekbone, “You being young and free, me being, well…” He fought with how to word it, “You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Girls don’t want good boys,” She looked him straight in the eyes, their faces so close their noses were touching, “They want to be thrown around by someone above them who isn’t getting any from their own wife.”

Harry let out a singular laugh, unsure of whether he found that more amusing or arousing. Regardless, it wasn’t long before their lips urgently smacked back together.

“Glad we cleared that up.” Harry mumbled against her lips, his hand slipping into her hair as she pushed him down to lay flat against the surface.

He surprised them both by letting out a soft moan when he felt her laying on top of him completely. Arabella smirked against his lips before parting hers and teasingly running her tongue between his. She felt his hands tremble in his hair momentarily and was even a little bit surprised when he parted his lips for her, allowing her to deepen the kiss any further. Harry’s free hand slid down her back and he fought with the idea to try and feel around for her zip.

‘Perhaps not,’ he thought to himself, ‘then, at least if anyone was to find out about this, we can say it was just a kiss.’ But then she readjusted herself, now her hips rocking over him each time their lips met, and he liked that. A lot.

He was practically forcing himself not to moan at this point, the direct pressure over him making his thighs tense even with their clothes still on. His hand absentmindedly slipped to her bottom in a subconscious attempt to not lose the feeling.

“Oh, I think someone likes this, hm?” She taunted against his lips, applying a little more pressure and enjoying the quiet squeal Harry let out as a result.

“I-It’s…” He inhaled shakily between kisses, “Nice.”

“Really?” Arabella pulled back, gazing down at him with her hands at either side of his head, “You’re finally getting what you’ve always pictured in your head and all you can say is ‘it’s nice’?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He spoke in a low voice, his hand still over her bottom as her hips remained still over the front of his pants.

“No, you didn’t,” She shook her head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss him again, “Sorry, boss.” She whispered whilst kissing him slowly this time and making an obvious attempt at taking her time to move over him this time.

“M-Mmm…” He whimpered, kissing her back lazily and fighting the urge to not push his hips up at the same time.

Arabella held his head in place with her hands cupping his face again, their kisses growing rougher by the seconds as her grinding hips caught up to speed. He may have been in a dull marriage as of recently, but Harry was certainly still aware of when he was becoming visibly aroused. He thought about trying to reposition himself but that was quickly taken over by Arabella placing her hands on his shoulders and gesturing for him to sit up again.

Once they were both sat up straight again with Arabella still straddling his lap, Harry placed his large hands against her cheeks to stress how much he didn’t want to break the kiss. Arabella’s hands slid to from his shoulders to his shirt, untying his tie and tossing it to the side before starting to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. One of Harry’s hands tangled in her hair and he made a soft noise against her lips when he felt her hands slide between them and start to unbuckle his belt, still kissing him with the same force. Alarm bells were ringing in Harry’s head, but here he was again, just allowing it to happen.

His breathing became a little more shaky in between kisses when he felt the buckle on his belt pop open, but her hands didn’t stop there; once finished with his belt, they were now working on the button on his pants. Harry gasped quietly against her lips once she got the button undone and immediately reached for his zip, teasingly wiggling it between her finger and thumb.

“Mm, what on earth is going on in there?” She asked, feeling the already stretched material against her hand.

“I think…” Harry exhaled, trying to sound as unbothered as possible, “I think you already know.”

“Shall we have a look and see?” She grinned, pulling back while glancing down between them.

Harry swallowed hard and nodded almost immediately, shocking himself but barely able to remember the last time he was this desperate.

Arabella slowly unzipped the front of his pants and bit her lip when she heard the change in his breathing again, waiting a few moments before pushing her hand into the opening. Harry’s mouth fell open and he felt his head spinning with all the positive and negatives that were about to come along with her next few actions. His hands rested against her hips again and his breathing hitched when her fingers began to dip passed the waistband of his underwear, even a little embarrassed at how much she had turned him on already from doing so little. She giggled flirtatiously and wrapped her hand around the base of his hardened cock, licking her lips.

“O-Ohhh…” He exhaled shakily, his eyes growing heavy and his jaw tensing slightly from how much he enjoyed the feeling of her fist now gently stroking up and down his length, “Arabella…”

“Shh, shh…” She whispered softly, reaching for his face with her free hand and cupping his cheek in it as their lips urgently pressed back together.

Harry didn’t fight it, immediately kissing her back whilst soft whines passed through his lips and now finding himself tugging at her top slightly. Arabella’s fist tightened around him slightly, though still stroking with the same gentle movements.

“How long ago was it since you were touched, hm?” She asked quietly, gently squeezing her hand around him.

He didn’t answer, just let out a muffled moan instead.

“How long ago was it since you touched yourself?” She asked in the same soft tone, kissing him teasingly slowly now so she could continue to speak, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself, sir?” She paused, her fist still jerking up and down his cock, then grinned, “Because I think about you.”

“Damn you.” Harry grunted, feeling himself throb from what she had just said.

“Don’t be like that, boss…” She smirked, starting to twist her wrist now as the speed of her fist increased.

Harry placed one hand on the back of her head and cupped her cheek with the other, kissing her harshly as his cock continued to pulsate in her grip. The arousal surging through him made him feel twenty years younger, like he only had one thing on his mind: getting off.

His eyes rolled back in pleasure and his rough kisses became more clumsy, letting out jittery moans in between them. His fingers trembled in her hair and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his thighs tensing with each of her movements.

“Does that feel good?” Arabella spoke as she broke the kiss, glancing down at her moving hand instead. Harry’s eyes remained closed and his lips still parted, trying to control his breathing, “Sir?” She spoke quietly and removed her hand, now looking at him as his heavy eyes opened.

“Please…” He whimpered, looking at her with a face she had never seen before; he looked helpless, desperate, and quite frankly, pathetic. His eyebrows narrowed and his chest heaved with need for her to continue.

Arabella waited for a few moments before licking the palm of her hand slowly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Harry felt his cock twitch madly just from watching her and exhaled shakily, feeling the heat in his body almost become unbearable.

“Please… what?” She asked, moving her hand closer to his crotch but not yet touching him.

“Don’t stop…” He whimpered quietly, feeling every bit of pride leave his body from his pathetic beg.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me,” She licked the palm of her hand again, “How many times I’ve pictured it in my head,” She wrapped her fist around him again and started to move it up and down as her lips hovered down over his, “Begging me not to stop,” She paused, grinning as his cock pulsated in her grip, “No matter how pathetic you sound.”

Harry nipped at her lips first from the desperation of wanting to kiss her again and moaned at the feeling of her hand jerking up and down his length again. Arabella purposely brushed her thumb under the head of his cock as her fist slid up and down, enjoying the sharp gasps against her lips from Harry as a result. His breathing quivered and he felt his thighs tingle, unsure of when he was last brought so close to the edge so quickly.

“You know, I never expected to end tonight by tossing off the boss…” Arabella spoke softly against his lips, her wrist still jerking up and down.

“Mmmmh…” Harry grunted, his eyes heavy as the kiss briefly broke, “Really…” His tone came across as if he wasn’t entirely convinced by her statement.

“Really…” Arabella breathed against his lips, kissing him once more before moving her lips to his neck and creating a pathway of kisses up to his ear, speaking in a seductive tone, “I expected to be riding him instead.”

The noise Harry made was unlike any that had ever passed through his lips before. He swore he felt his cock harden even further in her grip from what she had just said and tried to convince himself that he hadn’t just imagined it. Arabella smirked and placed a finger from her free hand under his chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met.

“Would you like that?” She asked softly, tightening her fist around him but stroking extremely slowly, “Me bouncing over your cock?” She bit her lip, now tapping her thumb against the tip of his cock as he took a shaky breath, “Because I would,” She kissed him slowly, “In fact, I’ve dreamed of it…” The tip of her tongue teased between his lips whilst her thumb taunted under the head of his cock in massaging circles, having him completely at her mercy, “Haven’t you?”

“Stop… asking… stupid… questions…” Harry responded between drags of breath, his mouth now permanently open from the way she was teasing him.

“I’m going to need your consent… sir,” She pulled her face back and removed her hand from around him, gazing down at him with an innocent expression.

Harry looked at her with another pained glance, narrowing his eyebrows and feeling his cock angrily pulsate from being left unattended again, “Will you actually let me…” He swallowed hard, sheepishly trying to gesture what he meant, “You know…”

“Let you what, hm?” She purposefully played dumb, enjoying watching the frustration bubble up over his red face before changing her tone, “Oh, actually let you cum?”

She watched him swallow hard and nod as his face grew more red, pursing her lips before speaking, “Of course… sir.”

“Then, consider my consent given.” He leaned up to press an urgent kiss to her lips.

Arabella grinned against his lips and lowered him back down onto the sofa with her lips against his and her hands against his shoulders. Harry nipped at her lips absentmindedly from the pure adrenaline surging through him and shocked them both by placing his hands on either of her thighs once he was laid back fully. Arabella remained leant over him whilst straddling his hips and placing her hands at either sides of his head; mirroring her thighs at either side of his body.

Harry’s hands moved further up her thighs, under the hem of her skirt in search for her underwear. Arabella lifted her hips teasingly and pressed a slightly harder kiss to his lips, giggling quietly as his hands continued to slip further up her skirt.

“Looking for something?” She whispered against his lips, “Now you’ve actually had the nerve to touch…”

“I… can’t…” He swallowed hard, growing red with both arousal and embarrassment, “Find…”

“Find…?” She continued to taunt him, circling her hips over him lightly.

“Your…” He swallowed hard, feeling his cock throb from her movement, “…underwear.”

“Mmm… that’s because there’s none to be found…” She smirked, placing her hands over his and pushing them to her inner thighs instead, guiding them all the way up, “See?”

“You mean…” Harry struggled with his words, his hands trembling madly against her skin, “You’re not…” He swallowed hard, absentmindedly massaging his thumbs in circles against he inner thighs, “Any?”

“What can I say?” Arabella smirked, opening his crotch a little further open and biting her lip at the sight of his erection creating a large bump in the front of his boxers, the head almost visible past the waistband, “I told you I went into tonight knowing exactly how I expected it to end…”

As she spoke, she lowered herself over the material strain in his boxers and leaned down to kiss him slowly. He felt her warmth and shivered with arousal, kissing her back even slower as he not only mentally tried to come to terms with the information he had just gained, but physically, too. He didn’t know whether it was the kiss mixed with the almost direct pressure over him, or the fact he now knew that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and that she had purposely done this for the intention of him finding out. She was barely even moving against them as they kissed now, only naturally lightly brushing back and forth each time their lips met, but perhaps that made it even worse. His cock, barely even touched for as long as he could remember before tonight, was pointing upright and toward his stomach, albeit enclosed by his underwear, but overly visible at this point from the painful taunting. To feel the weight of another on top of him was practically foreign to him at this point of his marriage, and to have a much younger woman in that very position was making him feel lightheaded even though he was laying flat, but, heart racing, he only had one thing circling his mind right now;

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

“Mm, enough of that,” She spoke against his lips as she kissed him once more before winking as his heavy eyes opened, “For now.”

Harry’s chest heaved as his eyes followed her movements, feeling himself salivating from the anticipation at this point. Arabella moved herself a little further down his body so that she wasn’t sat over him completely and Harry silently thanked her for the relief of pressure being lifted off the protruding problem in his underwear. His heartbeat began to increase as he watched her fingertips push under the waistband of his boxers and pull it away from his skin before letting go and snapping it back to his waistline.

“A-Agh!” He whimpered pathetically, narrowing his eyebrows as his hands trembled at either side of him.

“Hm?” Arabella arched a brow innocently, biting her lip as she took a hold of his waistband again and began to peel them down this time.

Harry was lost for words, unable to take his eyes away but also barely even able to watch once one of her hands reached into his boxers to help completely free his desperately aching cock. Arabella licked her lips as she lightly traced her index finger from the base of his cock to the head, collecting the precum that had gathered at the tip and then pushing her finger into her mouth all whilst remaining full eye contact with him. Harry allowed a pathetic whine and narrowed his eyebrows, repeating the same last two internal words more than ever now as he watched her suck on her finger.

“Mmm, look at you…” Arabella licked her lips slowly once pulling her finger out of her mouth and gazing down at his angry arousal, “So…” She inhaled deeply, tracing a line with her wet index finger around the outline of his cock hardened over his stomach, “…impressive for your age.”

“I-Impressive?” Harry swallowed hard, sucking his lower stomach in slightly from the sensitivity.

“So hard so fast…” She let out a singular giggle, her eyes meeting his again, “Let’s just hope it’s the only part that happens fast.”

Harry swallowed nervously and leaned up on his elbows as she reached into her bra, pulling out a condom as if it was the most normal place to keep one. He forgot about his impatience for a moment as his eyebrow arched inquisitively, but words still failed him.

“Why do you think I disappeared when we first got in here?” She mirrored his raised eyebrow, ripping the packet open, “You can never be too careful, right?”

“R…” Was all that Harry managed to say as she placed the condom at the tip of his length and carefully rolled it down the rest of him, grasping his bottom lip between his teeth as he hissed through them quietly.

“I’m surprised they make condoms big enough to fit you…” Arabella smirked, placing one hand flat on his chest while her other hand positioned his length directly between her legs.

“O—Oh, fuuuck…” Harry groaned loudly from deep in his throat as Arabella sat over him completely, his eyes rolling back in relief.

“Want me to go slow, old man?” Arabella sat up properly, placing her hands flat on his chest.

Harry’s heavy eyes half opened and he glared up at her, feeling his heart beating madly in his chest. His arms felt like they were glued to the side of him and his breathing became even heavier from anticipating her next move.

“No?” She bit her lip and leaned down, pressing their lips back together as she began to move her hips back and forth over him.

“Absolutely fucking not.” He practically growled against her lips, his fingertips almost digging into her skin as her urged her to move faster against him.

“So naughty…” She kissed him slowly despite her hips moving faster, “And, yet, so fucking desperate…” She kissed him harshly, not even waiting for him to try and kiss her back before sitting herself up properly.

Harry’s lips parted to speak before all the air was taken out of his lungs from the bouncing of Arabella’s hips over him. His hands fell from her hips to the sides of his body and his head rolled back in pleasure as his eyes closed, giving her complete free range of however she wanted to move over him. His entire body trembled half in delight, half in the knowing that what he was doing was very wrong. But it was too late.

He moaned loudly, mouth hanging wide open as she continued to move over him at an unforgiving pace. Her nails scratched at his chest through his shirt and she bit her lip as she gazed down at him, the look on his face adding to the many reasons why she didn’t want to stop. Harry was unsure whether his cock or his heart was throbbing harder, but Arabella could feel each and every pulse as it repeatedly slid in and out of her with ease.

He couldn’t remember the last time he was ever in a situation like this, even with his wife. His eyes were tightly shut and all he could see were stars, even finding himself becoming lightheaded due to the far from familiar feeling. His entire body was numb, yet also felt pleasure surge through it like electricity.

Harry’s breath hitched briefly when he felt Arabella’s lips against his again, and her breasts pressed up against his chest driving him all the more wild. He placed his hand on the back of her head to urge her not to stop, kissing her back urgently.

“Fuck, I’ve never had someone fill me so well before…” Arabella breathed huskily against his lips, “Just how I’ve always imagined.”

“S-Stop… it…” Harry whimpered against her lips, her words only encouraging the throb of his cock.

He kissed her harder, able to feel her smirk against his lips as he tried to stop her talking; he knew he would soon be moments away from erupting.

“One more and then I’m going to make you forget your fucking name.” Arabella moaned against his lips.

“One more wha…” His voice got cut off from a harsh kiss to his lips before she sat up again and folded her arms behind her head, starting to bounce over him mercilessly, “—oh, fuck!” He cried out, feeling the pleasure already rising in him begin to threaten release.

Arabella grinned from his reaction and threw her head back with her arms still behind her head. Harry gripped onto the material at either side of him but forced his heavy eyes open, afraid this alone would push him over the edge but also willing to take this risk so he could visually lock this image in his brain; the bouncing of her breasts, the rise and fall of her chest, her relentlessly moving hips and the brief flash of his cock before it slipped inside her each time, the bliss plastered all over her face, and, mostly, the knowing that it was him who was causing it — mainly because he was aware of how long it would be, if ever, before he would be in this position again.

“You can touch,” She breathed out her words, pushing her breasts together with her hands and immediately moaning once her hands were replaced with his, “Mm… like that.”

“Ah, fuck…” He whimpered under his breath, feeing his thighs tense as the heat rose up his body, “Fuck, fuck– I’m cu– I’m– ugh!”

Harry’s head dug further back into the pillow as sticky strings of his climax began to erupt into the condom, desperately trying to grasp onto her breasts through the material of her clothing as his hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

Countless profanities left his mouth with each palpitation of his cock, especially once Arabella joined him with her own orgasm. She kept herself upright for as long as she possibly could, her eyes rolling back in sync with Harry’s.

“Mmhh, that’s it, boss… Mm!” Arabella moaned loudly, feeling her legs turning to jelly and resulting in her collapsing over him but still moving her hips.

Their lips smacked against each other and they kissed clumsily through their moans as their movements died down, their chests rising and falling against each other. Arabella raised her hands and run them through his hair, Harry’s resting over her bottom and whimpering against her lips when she readjusted herself slightly.

“So it is true…” She whispered against his lips, kissing him again as Harry made an inaudible noise against her lips, “Married bosses really do give the best dick.”

Harry let out a muffled laugh as she sat up and swallowed hard, the reality of what had just happened suddenly hitting him; he had just committed the most unfaithful act, but, fuck, did it feel amazing. His heart was pounding in his chest, half from pent up relief and half from shock of what had just happened. He almost pinched himself just to clarify that it hadn’t all been a dream — a wet dream.

“Everything alright down there?” Arabella’s voice was barely heard over his own thoughts.

“Mm…” He groaned as she moved, hissing through his teeth from how sensitive he felt as she pulled the condom off him.

“Oh,” She giggled when she saw his length twitch out of the corner of her eye whilst tying the condom, “Is that someone saying they’re already up for it again?”

“I honestly don’t think I have it in me…” He spoke with a heavy breath, placing one of his hands over his chest as his eyes glanced up at her.

“Oh, don't look at me like that,” She climbed off him, placing the used condom in the bin as she spoke, “I told you I would do it.”

“Do what?” Harry asked, reaching down to fasten his trousers back up.

“Drain more than just your bank account.” She winked, turning around to face him with her hands on her hips.

Harry didn’t respond, just shuffled further up on the sofa and slouched against it. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up the body that had just been on top of him and swallowed hard, his chest still not entirely back to normal.

“Look at you…” She smirked at his flushed state, his hair still sweaty and stuck up, “I’m going to freshen up.”

Again, Harry remained silent and simply nodded, waiting for her to leave before running his hands through his hair to try and tidy it up a bit. He couldn't deny he had got what he had craved, and he would certainly be arrogant enough to know that she had, too. He felt like a young man again; alive and full of pulsating fun for a period of time, but then like a suddenly inexperienced old man after their few moments of fun.

“Mia was the one that got away, right?” Arabella spoke as she re-entered the room, taking Harry — lost in his own thoughts — by surprise again.

“I’m sorry?” Harry blinked hard, looking over at her.

“Did you want to fuck her?”

“No,” Harry lied, “I was married.”

“What, and did you just get divorced whilst I was in the bathroom?” Arabella scoffed.

After a long period of silence created from Harry unsure how to respond, he changed the subject by asking, “Do you have any cigarettes?”

Arabella walked over to the kitchen table and picked up an opened packet, handing one to him with a lighter, “Here.”

“I didn't know you smoked.” Harry said as he took them from her.

“A guy who was here the other night left them.” She shrugged.

“You do this often?” He arched a brow.

“Would it be a problem if I did?” She asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

“None of my business,” Harry shrugged, placing the cigarette between his lips, “Do you mind?” He gestured toward the lighter.

Arabella shook her head in response, “Does your wife know you smoke?”

Harry paused briefly while he lit the cigarette before speaking, “She doesn't know I'm fucking you, either.”

“Which do you think she’d be most mad about?” Arabella asked with a slight hint of amusement in her voice.

Harry took a long drag from the cigarette before speaking as he exhaled, “No comment.”

“Would you like a drink or anything?” She asked, watching him as he dabbed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray.

“Perhaps it would be wise for me to rinse my mouth out with something to take away the taste of the cigarette,” Harry sighed, “Then, I’ll be less likely to get questions when I get home.”

“Oh, you’re not planning on staying the night?” Arabella spoke with slight sarcasm in her voice.

“Funnily enough, no,” Harry took another drag, “I have a wife and kids to get home to.”

“Oh, really?” Arabella arched a brow, mumbling as she walked into the kitchen, “Didn’t seem that way when I was bouncing over your cock.”

Harry let out a forced, sarcastic laugh and tapped the ash into the ash tray again. He swallowed hard and glanced back over at the side of the sofa where the event took place only minutes before, bringing the cigarette back between his lips. He closed his eyes and took a large drag from it, resting his head against the back of the sofa as he exhaled.

“Look at you…” Arabella spoke as she came back into the room with his drink, “Cigarette in hand, still whisky on your breath, shirt untucked…” She handed him the drink when he opened one eye to look at her, “Like a real sleazy businessman, hm?”

“Thank you,” Harry lifted his head up, unsure which part of that he was thankful for.

“Well, don't let me keep you if you’ve got somewhere to be.” Arabella shrugged.

“I really should, uh— yeah,” Harry put the cigarette out completely and took a mouthful of the drink, standing up.

“Of course.” Arabella smiled politely, stepping to the side so he could walk past her and following him to the door.

“So, what happens now?” He asked, stepping into his shoes, “We just go to work an pretend this never happened? Do we never speak to each other again? Am I supposed to thank you for tonight?”

“Oh, Harry…” She let out a singular chuckle, shaking her head at him with a devilish grin.

“What?” He half laughed, “I’ve never really been in this situation before,” He raised his eyebrows, “I don't know the etiquette of these things.”

“Don't you worry about it,” She crinkled her nose as he opened the door and placed her hands flat on his chest, leaning up to brush her lips against his cheek whilst whispering, “We can proceed however you’d like, sir. But, from me, it’s been an absolute pleasure.”

“Right,” He cleared his throat, flattening his shirt down once she stepped back, “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Arabella asked with a cheeky grin as he turned to walk down the corridor, “Goodnight, boss.”

“Goodnight, Arabella,” Harry responded with a briefly smug smirk.

He made his way back toward the lift and began his journey home, unsure if the emptiness of his balls made up for how uncomfortably busy and full his head felt with thoughts from the night they had just shared.

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jarofstyles · 4 months ago

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Allure

Hello my lovelies. I’ve been writing this on and off for a lil bit but I figured I’d give it to you guys as a treat since I’ve been slacking a bit with updates 😔 we’ve got a dark sugar daddy/psycho Harry and soft y/n who is completely enamored with him. This is a toxic relationship for sure but he is very soft for her- soft as hell, really.

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WC- 10k

Warnings- oh boy… weapons, murder, Harry has no regrets at all, sugar daddy behavior, big dick energy, mention of blood, blood play, daddy kink, spit play, impact play, slight breeding kink, housewife(??) kink, controlling h, toxic relationship, age gap, Harry is not a good person in general but he does love her, sweetie pie y/n, use of slut and bitch, creampie, cum play, unprotected sex, mention of anal, etc… I probably forgot some 😆

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Her smile was sweet as she looked up at him. God, always so fucking sweet. Far too sweet for him, he knew. Her hand placed against his arm, she looked up at him, trusting him enough to keep her safe even when she probably shouldn’t. Most people wouldn’t, but Harry always did keep her safe. “Are you okay?” She peeped up at him, fingers gently rubbing over his arm.

"M'fine, my Angel." He mumbled, eyes sharp as they looked over the room. Always on alert, he had a hard time relaxing at any stage- but the soft hands on him reminded him why he especially couldn't let his guard down at the current moment. Harry was the only one who could hurt Y/N, and that was usually in the name of pleasure and pretty marks for them to admire the next day. "You're gonna behave for me tonight, yeah?" The words were slightly sharp on his tongue, but he needed that promise.

She blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden change in tone. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the implications of his words, but she didn’t look away from her boyfriend. Weirdly, it gave her one of those familiar tingles in her stomach that she knew all too well to be the first seedling of arousal. It wasn’t time for her to question it. Instead, she gives him a small nod, a determined glint in her eyes. “Of course, H.”

“I know y’will, lovely. You’re always good for me… but s’extra important tonight.” Harry had been gone for two weeks working on… things… and Y/N had been the good girl she always was, waiting for him diligently. He knew she hadn’t expected to come out with him tonight, but he also knew she couldn’t say no to him. Her dress that she had thrown on in haste was covered by his jacket that she was sort of swimming in, but it soothed the possessive beast in him. “Don’t let go of me, and stay close.”

She nodded, her fingers gripping the man’s hand tightly. “I won’t move from you. I promise.” Her heart raced. In her chest as she felt the serious demeanor radiating off him in waves. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he’s always on edge. She did her best to always do as she was told when it came to Harry’s business. Never sticking her nose into anything that wasn’t for her, not eavesdropping, listening when he said to drop it- tonight wasn’t going to be any different. One thing she was good at was listening to him- something they both benefitted from.

Weaving through the crowd of people, he finally made it to the dingy back room of the club. Dark and ugly with god awful gaudy plates on the door, he rolled his eyes as he approached the one he needed to go into. It wasn’t the way he wanted to spend a night back, not when he had Y/N’s pretty face and petal soft thighs he wanted to focus on, but duty called. And duty sort of pissed him off. Y/N knew that very well. His fist slammed on the door in three knocks, stepping back and shooting her a look. “Y’know the drill, hm? Keep that pretty mouth shut while I do business.”

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. The anticipation of what was to come had her heartbeat quick, but there was no questioning she was safe. Harry was the safest man to be around- for her- and that wasn’t debatable. She knew this was part of his life, and she had to accept it – even if it made her stomach churn with nerves.

The girl kept her gaze focused on the ground – not wanting to meet anyone’s eye for fear of giving something away. Her fingers played with the hem of her dress, a nervous habit she couldn’t shake.

“Gentlemen.” Harry nodded, walking into the room with Y/N on his arm. “I hope you have what I was promised.” It was immediately that he noticed their eyes on his girl, his angel, and that didn’t make him very happy. With a sigh, he took the gun out of his waistband and fired into the wall, making all of them jump, features blanching. “I’m really not in the fucking mood for this tonight. Keep your eyes away from my woman if you want t’keep them. I asked a fucking question, so answer it.”

Y/N flinched at the gunshot, her eyes wide with terror. She had only seen him like this a few times before, and it was terrifying each and every time. Her handed tightened her grip on his arm, trying to ground herself and offer some sort of comfort- if she could. Harry was different in this sort of scenario.

She silently cursed herself, her heart hammering out of her chest. Of course didn't like the attention from these men- it felt icky and objectifying, not in the way she liked either- but she didn't like seeing Harry resort to violence. Part of her was still sort of in denial at times about the different sides of him. Her sweet boy turned into this hardened man, it was always off putting her to see. The reminder of how dangerous the man was, despite how much she loved him, always had her knees feeling shaky.

No one spoke, making Harry exhale slowly. “I gave you a month. Plenty generous, I think. Sent my guys over here every week for updates. They said y’had it.” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t know know better than to bullshit me?”

“It’s almost done, I promise. We just, we had an unexpected expense and we had to pull some of the funds-“ Harry didn’t think twice before he aimed the gun, placing a bullet in the guy’s shoulder. His face cold, unfeeling as he looked borderline bored. “I fail to see how that’s my problem. You borrowed from me, it was expected back now. I was the priority.”

Y/N gasped as Harry shot the man, her eyes fixed on the blood soaking through his shirt. She knew Harry had a temper, but seeing him this way was something else entirely. The calm, collected way he acted as if he had just done the most mundane thing in the world, it was chilling. No matter how many times she heard him talk about it, heard it in passing, it still shocked her each and every time it happened in front of her.

His irritation grew as he felt Y/N hide her face in his arm, lip twitching in a snarl. the first sign of emotion he’d had since walking in. “See what you’ve done? Made me shoot you, and now my girl’s uncomfortable.” Sharp eyes looked over to the head of the table, keeping his weapon out. “So do you magically have my money now? Or am I gonna have t’kill that son of a bitch and come back to pick you off one by one until I’ve got it?”

Y/N slowly pulled her face away from Harry, her ghroat thick at the tone of his voice and the pure irritation bubbling under the surface. She took in the scene before her, the man on the floor writhing in pain, the others around the table all stiff, their faces frozen. She was praying that for their sake, they had the money. Harry was notorious for not liking his income fucked with- even if he had millions that people had no idea about.

“We don’t have it yet, but you don’t have to kill anyone! I swear, next week-“ the man was cut off by the gun firing off again, finishing off the man on the ground. His struggles froze, his body still as the bullet took him out. Harry didn’t care. He had been lenient enough. “So have it next week, or one by one you’ll each end up like him.” Motioning to the body with his gun, he narrowed his eyes. “And if you have the stupid idea of running, don’t. I have you all surveillanced.”

Y/N felt her heart sink as she watched the man on the floor die, his life slipping away in a pool of his own blood. She glanced up at Harry, seeing the cold, calculating gaze he was giving the others. She knew he wasn't bluffing, he would do exactly as he said. Sometimes it was moments like this that made her understand exactly who she was with, made her wonder if it was worth it- but only for a mere moment. Realistically, she knew no one else had ever or would ever make her as happy as he would.

As soon as she was pulled out of the room, Harry led them out the back exit and gently pushed her into the waiting car, barking at Adam to drive. “M’sorry you had to see that, my angel.” His hand stroked her cheek softly. And there was the switch. The man she knew. the cool mask slipping off and the warmth gliding up his features, the fingers that had just pulled the trigger curling under her chin and those hard eyes looking so adoringly. it was hard to believe that just moment ago, he had killed someone in cold blood. “I know y’dont like that. I didn’t want our night out to end that way… was hopin’ they had the money so we could go get you something pretty.” His frown was laced with irritation before it softened again, lips twitching up. “Mm.. too bad. Guess we’re gonna have t’use some of Daddy’s other money, hm?”

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she looked up at Harry, his hand on her cheek was warm and gentle, a stark contrast to the cold brutality he had just displayed. She felt unsettled seeing this side of him, hated the way it made her feel so small and helpless. He wouldn’t stop and she knew that, but she also knew she couldn’t try and change him. "Harry, please..."

“Oh, baby…” He cooed, wiping over her chin. “Don’t cry, my love. Breaks my heart.” It wasn’t that he didn’t understand how it must affect her, but he simply didn’t think of all of it as devastating. The people in that room were bad people. They didn’t deserve mercy. Y/N was a sweet little thing, she saw the good in everyone. She saw they probably had families or lovers and all of that and cared for that rather than the fact they were bad people.

It was endearing, but he did worry for her.

"I know, I know." She sniffled, leaning into his touch. "It's just... hard for me to see you like that. You're always so kind and caring with me. It's hard to reconcile the two."

“Mhm. I know that, my heart. But you’re the only one who gets that side of me. S’all for you, yeah?” It wasn’t a secret. Harry was known for being cold blooded in the underground, and Y/N like a soft, fuzzy little bunny. She’d fallen right into the big bad wolf’s jowls and made a home there, submitting happily and stroking his teeth. He’d never seen himself as a relationship type of man, but the moment he saw her shy away and get flustered from him, he knew she was his. “Don’t need to shed any tears for that man. We’re gonna go get you somethin’ pretty, okay?” Tilting her chin up, he forced her gaze. “C’mon, baby. Give me those eyes.”

"Harry... I-" She swallowed hard, trying to force the lump in her throat down. Her eyes met his and she was met with a sense of warmth and safety. She didn't understand how he could be so violent and yet so gentle with her, but she couldn't deny it made her feel weirdly special.

“Alright. C’mere.” He sighed, pulling her into his lap and tucking her face into his chest. Sometimes it was hard for him to understand how she was so tender hearted and why he of all people had her love, but he had her now and he was selfish. There was no chance of letting go. “Tell me about what you did when I was gone, hm?” In reality he knew almost every detail. His girl was watched 24/7, protected, but she didn’t need to always be aware of it.

"W-well... I mostly just worked at the bakery." She murmured, feeling a sense of comfort in his embrace. She knew he had people around her, but she never felt threatened by them. Instead, she saw them as her protectors.

“Yeah? What did you make?” Even if he had insisted she didn’t need to work, she liked it. He was allowing it for now. She liked to bake and make treats, though he knew she would have been a little sad he wasn’t there to eat them. “Anything new?”

"Um, yeah... I tried making some new cupcakes. Chocolate peanut butter and strawberry basil- not all together though, cause that would be a little cross." She said, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the buttons on his shirt. The girl loved baking new things, but she always hoped he would like them too. It made her happy to see him enjoy her creations.

“Oh, wow. M’a little sad I didn’t get to try them.” His lips ghosted over her forehead, letting his facial hair tickle her skin. “Do you think you’ll be especially nice t’me this week and make them again so I can try?” His attempt of cheering her up was working, thankfully, because he wanted that smile after the bloody week he’d had.

"Maybe... if you beg." She teased, a small smile appearing on her lips. She looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes, the stress from the day already seeming a little lighter. "But only if you promise to give me a kiss as soon as you get home tomorrow."

His eyes flashed, eyebrow high as she teased him. This was one of his favorite parts of her- how easily she gave into him and his love. Never once did she take it for granted. “Oh, I’ll give you far more than a kiss, little miss.” He purred, thumbing over her lip and watched it snap back into place. God, he loved that fucking mouth. “Daddy’s missed his angel. Been missing you so much while I was away..” Lightly pinching the plump bottom lip, he gazed over her face and saw that she was early getting the message. “Did you miss me too, my heart?”

She nodded eagerly, her heart skipping a beat at the possessive nickname and the gentle pinching of her lip. "I missed you so much, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She loved when he called her his angel or his heart, it always made her feel so cherished and loved. She felt her body relax as she felt his gaze on her, his touch on her face, her lips. She couldn't believe she could miss someone so much, but she did, and his touch was slowly making her calm. There was no doubt in her heart that she could never deny him.

“How much, baby?” He crooned. “How much did y’miss me?”

She swallowed hard, her eyes filling with tears as she looked up at him. "I... I missed you so much, Daddy," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I couldn't sleep at night without you, I couldn't eat without thinking of you, I just... I missed you so much."

Harry grinned widely at her emotional display, smug that he had gotten her here. As fucked up as it probably was, he wanted her to need him. Wanted her to be just as needy for him, crave him, never want to leave him- because there was no way in hell he was letting her go. Y/N belonged to him in every sense of the word. “Oh, my girl.” He chuckled. “I missed you too. M’glad that you think of me while I’m away.. but you don’t need to cry.” His voice was soft just for her, though he didn’t really care if Adam overheard. “S’so nice to have my girl miss me while I’m away. Gives me something to come home to.”

She nodded, wiping at her tears as he chuckled at her. There was nothing more she loved more than she loved that sound. It made her heart soar and her body shiver, it was her favorite sound in the whole world. Being one of the very few people who could make him react like that made her feel special. She loved him so much, and now that he was back, she could just relax in his presence.

“Now… do you want a necklace?” Moving forward, he wanted to spoil her some more. Give her a reward for listening to him while he was away, keeping herself safe. Just like he asked. “A bracelet? Earrings? Mmm… maybe some clothes? What does my angel want me to buy her?”

Y/N sniffled and looked up at him with shining eyes, her smile forming at the prospect of a reward. "A necklace, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. She loved getting jewelry from him, it made her feel like a job well done. Getting to wear something he had bought just for her had been the best part.. "Something pretty, please?"

“I doubt I can find anything as pretty as you, my heart… but we can try.” His lips pressed against her cheek, before tapping her nose. “Anything for you.”

——

Harry let her pull him around the shop, looking at the glittering jewels and precious stones. His hand firmly in hers, he watched with contentment as she looked over the selection, trying to understand which piece it was that she wanted. “Have you got your eye on anything?”

She shook her head, still staring at the necklaces. None of them seemed good enough for his money- or so she thought. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she spotted a dainty gold chain with a tiny heart-shaped pendant hanging from it. "Look at this one!" She squealed with excitement as she pulled him over to the necklace display, her hand tightly gripping his. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she pointed at a dainty gold chain with a tiny heart-shaped pendant hanging from it. "Look, Harry! Isn't it perfect?"

“Absolutely.” His grin was gentle as he felt fondness take over his chest. This was the only time he felt this way. The only time he felt gentle and sweet and yearning to feel that all encompassing warmth, it was Y/N that made him happy. It was no wonder he was obsessed with her. Her joy and gratefulness were genuine. There was no hint of being spoiled even if he bought out a whole store. She would take anything, a rock even, and coo over it. He didn’t know much about or have much of an opinion about jewelry, but he did want her to make her feel happy. “There’s a matching bracelet too, you see it? would you like that too?” His fingers ran over her back as he looked back at her pretty face.

She nodded eagerly, feeling his fingers tracing over her back, sending a wave of warmth down her spine. "Yes, please!" Watchin on with glittering eyes as he picked up the matching gold bracelet with a small heart charm, she bounced on the balls of her feet. She watched as he paid for the necklace and bracelet, taking care of it without blinking an eye. There was no second thought as she wrapped her arms around his, tilting her chin up to look at him. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most precious thing in the world.

“You happy, love?” His other tattooed hand stroked over her hair as the sales assistant wrapped up the boxes. “We can do a proper shop later this week and get you some new clothes… know you’ve been good all week, so I think you deserve more than just some pretty jewelry. I’m just a little selfish with my alone time with you tonight.” The man had spent enough time away from her and having to control his hands.

She beamed up at him, nodding her head eagerly. "I would love that, H." she replied, letting out a little sigh of contentment as his hand ran through her hair. The way he pampered her and took care of her made understand just how much he adored her. For a man who could clear a room with a single glare, he sure as hell made it no secret how much he loved her. Spared no expense in taking care of her.

“Good. It’s settled then.” Harry kissed the top of her head before taking the bag holding their purchases. “Let’s get you home so I can see you put them on for me.”

—

When they arrived back to his place, he was quick to scoop her up in his arms. Jewelry bag hanging off his wrist, he held her bridal style as he climbed the staircase. In all honesty? He needed to be truly alone with her for a little bit. The whole time he had been away had been brutal, and to come home and have to go do some work had really fucking irritated him. He wasn’t bothered by the people he’d killed in the last few weeks, but he was bothered by the fact it had taken precious time away from spending with his girl.

She giggled as her body was bounced with each step he took, letting herself lean into him. Y/N safe in his arms, nuzzling her face into his neck as he carried her up the stairs, no complaints as she let him do as he pleased. She could sense the hint of tension in his body, the slight tightness in his jaw, and she knew exactly what it meant. He was stressed, and he needed her. She would never fully grasp the reasons why he did what he did, nor did she ever want to. He was a dangerous man, a killing machine, but he was hers and she loved him regardless. If he was flawed, so was she. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she breathed in his scent deeply, her fingers tracing small circles on his shoulder.

“Alright, my heart.” He started lowly, placing her down on to the bed. “Why don’t you put these on for me… and something else pretty.” He tilted her chin up to look at him. Yes, he towered over her, but he liked it that way. Harry liked to be in charge. “Something that shows that gorgeous body, how much of an angel you are. I missed my slice of heaven while I was away.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words, her heart racing with excitement at his request. She loved when he talked to her like this, when he made her feel like a treasure to be admired an cherished. Like he didn’t have access to all the other luxuries in the world, and she was the only one he indulged in. She obeyed, slipping off the bed to go to her dresser.

Harry took the moment to go into the bathroom, freshening up. Taking his shirt off, washing his face and hands, cleaning up whatever could stain his precious girl. The only marks or stains he wanted on her were to be put in by him. Bite marks, mottled bruises from sucking or his thumbs or striking her plush flesh, he’d welcome those and those alone. Leaving the gun in his waistband, he strolled back out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, looking over his pretty girl.

She had listened.

“Oh, sweet little thing. You know how to make me happy.” Lingerie, soft looking and a light blue. his favorite.

Y/N smiled shyly, the grin deepening on her cheeks at his praise. She turned around slowly, giving him a full view of the lingerie he had requested. The light blue material contrasted her skin beautifully, almost making her glow under the room's lighting.

“God…” He sighed, pushing off the doorframe to approach her. “You are my gift. Someone sent the little angel down to hell for me, didn’t they?” Y/N was too bright for his world, but he made sure she knew she was the most important thing in it. “You are so gorgeous, my girl. Makes me so happy…” His fingers brushed the strap of her little babydoll top. “N’You love to make me happy, don’t you?”

Y/N bit her lip softly when he drew closer, a small whimper escaping as his fingers grazed her top strap. Her eyes half-lidded with the desire that he brought her, a soft smile gracing her lips, "Of course, I do... I love you."

“I love you more than you could ever fathom.” He whispered. “I’d kill armies for you. If it wouldn’t upset you, I’d gouge the eyes out of any man who looked too long.” Harry would shed liters of blood for her if need be. “But you’re my personal angel, sent t’make me happy. Sent to show me love… to help me.” his fingers trailed up her throat, gently clasping it in his grasp. He felt her swallow against his palm, a dark smile raising on his lips. “Are you going to help Daddy, baby?” Applying a tiny bit of pressure on the sides of her neck, he watched her eyes get hazy. “Hm? Gonna get on your knees for me and make me feel better?”

Y/N felt herself lean closer to him, the possessiveness and the darkness he exuded was addicting. His pet names for her, so sweet but borderline condescendingz she loved it. The way he touched her making her head feel so empty, but so alive at the same time.

"Yes, Daddy..." she whispered, eyes hooded with her arousal. She'd help him in any way he wished, even if it meant getting on her knees for him. It was what she was made for, his love for her pure and true but his actions wildly darkening that love.

“That’s my girl.” Keeping his hand around her throat, he kissed her hard. He’d been holding back most of the day, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from letting loose the moment he truly allowed himself to kiss her.

She moaned into the kiss, her hands instinctively going to his chest, nails scratching lightly into the tattooed skin. She could feel the tension radiating off him, his kiss hungry and bruising. It was moments like this that Y/N felt like she truly belonged with him.

The way his hand tightened around her throat made her tummy clench in the best way, the possessive hold sending a thrill down her spine. His lips were demanding, taking everything she could give and more. A metaphor for him. She felt herself getting lost in the kiss, her mind going blank as she gave into him completely.

“Open that mouth.” He demanded darkly. “Stick out that pretty tongue for me, baby.”

Y/N complied immediately, her lips parting and her tongue sticking out, trembling slightly as she looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes. She loved when he spoke to her in that commanding tone, it made her feel so small and helpless in the best way possible.

He groaned deep, pursing his lips and spitting onto her tongue. Y/N knew better than to move, and when he spit a second time, he felt his cock stir as she whimpered for him. “That’s it. Swallow.”

She swallowed his spit as he commanded, not even bothering to close her mouth. Y/N could hear the praise in his tone, and that alone made her heart skip a beat. She would do anything for him; she'd proven that more than once.

“You’d do anything for your Daddy.” Harry crooned, taking his thumb and running it over her tongue. “You filthy little bitch. I love you so much.”

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears at the endearment, her devotion for him more the evident. She loved being called his dirty girl, his filthy bitch, his everything. She nodded eagerly, her mouth still open as she awaited his next command, her tongue still wet from swallowing his spit.

“Get on your knees.” he pulled his touch away momentarily. “Get my cock out. I’m pent up, my girl. Need you to get me relaxed before I take that pretty cunt.”

Without a second thought, she lowered herself down onto her knees as soon as he pulled away. Like the habit it was, she reached to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, taking a deep breath before grabbing the gun he had tucked in there and looked up at him in question.

“Safety’s on, sweetheart. Put it on the bed.”

Y/N carefully placed the gun on the bed, hands slightly shaking before reaching back into his pants to pull out his hard cock, stroking it a few times before looking back up at him, awaiting further instructions. She loved how big and heavy it felt in her hands, and she knew just how to make him relax. He’d taught her just how he liked it. Her plump lips were slightly parted, ready to wrap around his thick cock as she looked up at him, momentarily biting at her bottom lip. Her fingers gripped him tightly as she waited for his permission to worship him.

“Go ahead, pet. Show me how much you missed my cock.” Lazily he wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her face closer. “Give it some kisses.”

She moaned softly at his dirty words as he pulled her closer to him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before parting her lips wider and wrapping them around his hardness. Slowly, she sucked on the tip, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate his thick girth before popping off and making her way back down. She kissed and licked every inch of his cock, making sure to pay special attention to the head. Her hands fondled his balls, gently rolling them between her fingers as she pulled the tip back into her mouth again, keeping her eyes on him for his approval.

“That’s my filthy girl.” He laughed under his breath, slowly pulling her further down his cock. “Y’don’t know how badly I needed this all week. It was so fuckin’ annoying, y’know that?” Shaking his head, he felt her take what he fed into her mouth with no complaint. “Got half of my clothes soaked in blood… ruined my appetite half the time. And then, when I got back t’my room afterwards I didn’t even have my precious little cunt to fuck afterwards. Wasn’t fair.”

Her lips stretched further down his cock as he pulled her head down, her tongue lapping at his hardness as she listened to Harry's musings about his gruesome work week. She let out a soft, muffled moan around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.

Her mouth felt like a warm, wet heaven on his cock. Every inch that disappeared between her lips was met with a satisfying suckle and the soft cushion of her tongue l. The velvety interior of her mouth enveloped him, her plump lips stretched around his width as her head bobbed up and down ever so slowly. Her saliva coated him, adding a slick layer to her movements as her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft.

His reaction was a pleased groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he savored the feeling of her mouth on him. Hands tightened in her hair, guiding her head up and down his cock at a pace that was both slow and relentless, giving her time to breathe between sucks.

“Fuck… I needed this.” He sighed, slowly pulling her head off to let her take a breath before pushing her back down, making her take it further. “This perfect mouth. This is the only cock it’s ever gonna take.” He muttered darkly. “Right? You’re mine to fuck?”

"Yes," the gasp was wet in agreement, sound muffled with his cock still filling her mouth. She pulled back to look up at him, eyes wide and pupils dilated with lust. The possessiveness in his voice only made her hotter, making her core clench with want.

He groaned again, the sound deep and guttural as he felt her mouth envelop him again. His eyes glazed over with pleasure, a lazy smile crossing his lips at her words. He tangled his fingers back in her hair, encouraging her over and over again to take him as deep as she could. The room was filled with the sounds of his pleasure. The wet slurping of her mouth on his cock, the occasional moan escaping past her lips. His deep sounds of pleasure, punctuated by occasional curses as she took him deeper than before.

“You love it, don’t you baby? Love taking this cock down your slutty little throat.” He breathed hard, pushing her down until her nose brushed the thatch of groomed hair at his stomach. “Yeah… you do. That’s fucking perfect, choke on it. Choke- yeah, that’s my girl.” he growled, pulling her back and watching the strings of spit web from her mouth to his cock.

She coughed at his words, pulling back to take a much needed breath, but she didn’t stop. She kept her glazed over eyes locked on his, sucking him again as he pulled her back down on his cock, helping her take what they both needed over and over again.

Her chin was a mess, spit stringing from her mouth to his cock with each pull. Her lips were puffy and swollen, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air between sucks. His cock was glistening with saliva, his balls heavy and slick with each thrust of her head.

“Fuck, yes.” He hissed, feeling his cock pulse inside of her mouth before finally pulling her off. “Need t’be in that cunt. Bend over the bed.”

As usual, Y/N did as she was told, still gasping for breath. She leaned over the edge of the bed, her ass in the air as she braced herself with her arms, spreading her knees wide. Arms shook slightly as she held herself up, her back arched as she presented her ass to him. Her pussy was dripping, the juices running down her thighs and pooling on the bed. Her hole was puffy and slick, the lips slightly parted to reveal her clit, already starting to swell with need.

Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, the sight of her pussy nearly making him cum right then and there. She was so open, so vulnerable, and it was all for him.

“You are a vision.” he murmured, brushing his hand over her. The little angel had forgone panties under her babydoll, the smartest choice when it came to his tendencies. “Poor little pussy… did it miss me, too?” His fingers slid down and over her slippery slit, spreading her open. “Did you touch it while Daddy was gone, getting all the money so he can buy you pretty things?

She let out a soft whimper at his touch, her hips bucking slightly as his fingers spread her open. "Y-yes, Daddy." Shyly, she admitted it, her voice a hesitant whisper. "I missed you so much, and my pussy kept getting wet thinking about you."

“Oh, darling.” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he looked down at her. “You know you’re supposed to wait for me…”

She sniffled, her face pressing into the bed as she felt his fingers teasing her entrance. "I'm sorry, Daddy... I just couldn't help it. Every time I thought about you, I would touch myself and imagine it was your fingers inside me..."

“Yeah?” His tone was painted with intrigue. “And what exactly did you dream about Daddy doing to your little holes, hm?”

She let out a soft little moan, her body trembling beneath his touch as she felt his fingers teasing her entrance. "I… I dreamed about you taking me roughly, Daddy. I imagined your thick cock stretching me out and filling me up completely… N’I dreamed about you punishing me for being a bad girl, Daddy," she continued, her voice breathless. "I imagined you spanking me until I cried, and then taking me hard from behind... It made me so wet..."

Harry let out a deep sigh, stroking his cock with his other hand as he admired her bare pussy, glistening and wet. “You know… This is why you’re perfect for me. Such a sweet, angelic little thing most of the time… but let me move wrong, and your filthy cunt is weeping and you’re ready to be a proper whore for me.”

She shivered at his words, her body responding to the word she had been waiting all week to hear. Sure, she knew he wouldn’t be fully pleased at the idea of her touching herself but she knew he would understand this instance. "Yes, Daddy… I can't help it. You bring out this side of me that no one else does. Wanna be your little whore, Daddy, please…” She backed into him. “Use me however you want." Her voice cracked with desperation. "Spank me, choke me, fuck me rough... Just please, make me yours completely. I'm your girl, your little fucktoy... Use me however you see fit."

A chuckle sounded in the room as his hand pulled back, smacking against her wet cunt. Sharp and stinging, he watched her cunt get slicker, ass pushing into him as he did it again. “There she is. There’s my slut.” He sighed in relief. “You know I love you… but you know how much your little holes love to be filled.”

She squealed and writhed at each blow, but her legs apread wider and her moans grew louder. She craved his roughness, craved his filthy words and his cock. All she had been wanting to do was make him feel good, and there was no doubt that they’d both get what they wanted. "Yes, Daddy." She mewled, her body aching for him to continue.

With each slap to her pussy, Y/N's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She was completely at Harry's mercy and she reveled in it. Her body was racked with shudders as he continued to spank her, and her hand snaked down to rub her clit.

“Who told you to do that?” The man scoffed, pushing her hand away. “You had enough self pleasure. Think you forgot about the fact that this cunt belongs to me.” His hand sharply smacked her clit again with his fingertips, watching her body jolt. “Played with this little button while Daddy was out there, covered in blood. All so you can be a little princess at home.”

Her voice was breathy and full of desire as she pleaded with him, "Only because you were gone so long. I needed release, Daddy." She spread her legs wider, silently begging him to touch her again. "Please, forgive me."

“God, you really are a desperate little thing.” He laughed in awe. “If it didn’t drive me mad, I’d leave more often. Make you this desperate for me when I come back… Make you beg and cry for my cock.” The taunt had her shaking her head as he slipped two fingers into her cunt, curling them slightly as he began to fuck them into her. “Tell me you love me.”

"I love you," The girl whimpered, her hips thrusting back to meet his fingers. She was so wet and ready for him, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he fucked her harder. "Please, daddy, I need you so bad."

“Tell me you’ll never leave me.” He pulled his fingers out, teasing his cock over her clit. Using the arousal left in his fingers and the spit as lubrication, he nestled the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Tell me that you’re going to be my little angel forever, and I’ll give you that cock.”

"I'll never leave you," she promised, her voice shaking with need. "I'll always be your little angel, Harry. Forever and ever." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, desperate for him to claim her as his own. "Please, daddy, fuck me. Need it."

“Never fucking forget it.” His cock was thick, achingly so, as it began spreading her open as he pushed it inside of her. Y/N was always tight, always hot for him, and it never wavered. He let out a little groan as he felt her cunt flutter around him as he pushed himself further inside, wrapping a hand around her hair and tugging her up further. “You’ll never leave me, because m’not gonna let you. M’gonna make you my wife, make you mine in every fucking way possible.” He shallowly jumped into her as he worked his length in.

Her back arched, the stretch feeling oh so good. She moaned and bit her back lip as he pushed the rest of himself inside of her, completely filling her up. His words made her heart surge and tears appeared in her eyes, knowing how hard it would be to remain his calm and rational force.

"Y-yes, daddy," she stammered out, her voice trembling with desire. "Make me yours." She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper inside of her.

Harry's grip on her hair tightened as he heard her agree, a sly smirk appearing on his face. His thrusts began, deep and slow as he bottomed out each time pushing her further onto the bed with each push inside. His eyes were wild with desire, watching as Y/N submitted to him so readily. It was exactly how it should be, how they both wanted it. “Think we need t’make it official now.” He breathed, hand brushing over as ass. “Think we need to ink my name on this pretty skin. Where should we do it?” Watching his cock sink into her over and over had him worked up. “Should we put it right above your ass, hm? so there’s no doubt I own it?”

She gasped as his hand brushed over her ass, the idea of having his name permanently inked on her body making her shudder. "Yes daddy, I want that." Maybe she was mindlessly agreeing from how good it felt, but she felt slightly crazy for liking that idea. A small moan squeaked out as she felt him thrust deeper, her body aching for more.

"Above your ass, right where I can see it every time I spank it," The man agreed, his hand leaving her ass to reach up and grab her chin, forcing her to turn to look at him. "And maybe a permanent necklace on your neck with my name, so everyone knows you belong to me. Get a nice little lock that only I have the key to." Harry's fingers dug into her chin, his grip unyielding as he held her gaze captive. His other hand never left her ass, occasionally giving it a firm slap as he spoke. "I want to see my name on you, skin or necklace, marked as mine for everyone to see."

She was too good to let go of. He never knew of someone who was so good at keeping him calm and yet able to elicit such extreme reactions from him. He’d always been cold and calculated- it’s how he was good at his jobs- but something in this woman had melted the ice around his heart. Lit him on fire. “Fuck, this ass is mine. This cunt is mine… No other cock is ever going in there again.”

Y/N's cheeks flushed at his possessive words, her body aching for his touch once more. She never wanted to be with anyone else, as Harry had somehow managed to break down the walls she once had up. "Only you, daddy." She arched her back, pressing herself further against him with a soft moan. He has always been a little rough with her, but she loves it, loves him. "Do you want me to say it again? How you’re the only man I want."

Again- she was perfect. He nearly laughed at how she knew exactly what he wanted, making him push her back down so her cheek was on the mattress. “Yeah. Tell me, baby. Need to give your cunt a better fuck.”

Y/N’s heart raced as she felt his strong hands grip her hair, pushing her face into the mattress. She loved when he was rough with her, it only turned her on more. She opened her mouth, speaking softly into the pillow as he demanded. "My cunt belongs only to you, daddy."

She felt his hand run down her back, grabbing a handful of her ass. She was glad she had worn something that showcased her assets for him. "I'm the only one who can make you scream my name, the only one who will ever be deep inside you."

She felt his hand leave her ass, only for it to return with a firm slap. The sting of pain made her gasp, but only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes!" She cried out as he entered her once more, filling her to the brim.

She shifted her hips down to meet his thrusts, desperate for more contact. "Daddy, deeper. Please, fuck me deeper." She pleaded with him, gripping the sheets tightly as her body arched against him. "Are you going to fill me up, give me what I need?"

“Greedy.” He snarled, picking up the pace. “Greedy little bitch for my cock. For my cum…” The little whimper she let out at the mention made him chuckle. “Yeah… I know what my sweet little whore wants. Jus’ needs my load dripping out of that puffy hole…” He groaned as she clenched around him. “Thought about it when I was gone. How it’s time to make you permanent. Make you my wife…” He felt her buck back into him. “Can quit the job and bake just for me, be a good little housewife for me.”

Y/N's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he spoke those words. The thought of being his in that way, his wife, it was everything she wanted. She loved the idea of quitting her job and dedicating herself entirely to him, being his perfect little housewife.

"Yes, Daddy. I-I want to be yours like that, wanna be your wife. I'll quit my job and be your perfect little housewife. I'll cook, clean, and bake just for you. I'll wear the clothes you like and do whatever you say. I'll be yours completely. Never wanna to be free from you." She moaned as he slammed into her with renewed vigor. "Do whatever you want with me, as long as you never stop fucking me."

“Fuck… I knew you were meant to be mine.” The answer stroked something in him, a new level of obsession breaking through. He’d known she was going to be his since he set eyes on her, but hearing such a needy and solid agreement to what she should want made his life easier. It was her path, the one he carved out for her. “Oh, baby… m’never gonna stop using your pussy. And that ass…” His thumb rolled over it. “But right now M’gonna focus on that pussy. Think it needs practice for when m’ready to knock you up.”

Her breath hitches at his words, a new surge of pleasure flooding her system. The idea of him breeding her, of making her pregnant with his children, was the most erotic thing she'd ever heard. "Yes- fuck. Please, fill me up with your cum and make me pregnant." She cried out as she felt him thrusting harder and faster, his thumb rubbing her ass as he spoke. The thought of carrying his child was the hottest thing she'd ever imagined. "H-Harry."

The idea was enticing. Even further trap her with him, add another layer to it… He would deliberate later. “Mm.. Just practice for right now, my angel.” His voice softened. “Want t’have you as my pretty little housewife for a bit before I knock you up full, but I’ll give you my cum….” His smile returned. “If you really think you deserve it.”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with desire as she looked up at him. "Mhm, daddy, I deserve it. I'll be such a good little housewife for you. I'll cook and clean and take care of you, anything you want. Just please, give me your cum and practice breeding me."

Harry pulled out of her, grabbing her hips and tossing her into her back before slipping back inside of her. He wanted to see her face, watch her as he said these things and filled up that perfect cunt that was so snug around him. “I’ll kill anyone who wants you.” He murmured. “Gun, knife, my bare hands. I’ll kill them for thinking about you.” His hand collared her throat as he gave slower thrusts, a contrast to his brutal words. “I’ll make it clear to anyone who has the privilege of looking at you that they can’t have you, even in their thoughts. Because you belong t’me, my angel.”

Her face flushed with a mix of arousal and adoration as she looked up at Harry. She knew he would protect her, keep her safe and loved. The possessiveness in his words only added fuel to her desire for him, her body trembling beneath his touch as he choked her gently.

Her eyes watered slightly from the pressure of his hand on her throat, her body squirming and arching towards him with need as he thrust into her again and again.

Nails dug into his back, leaving crescent moons in their wake as she moaned and gasped for breath, her body trembling with pleasure and need beneath him. "Harry..." She whimpered softly, her voice strained and needy as she begged for more. "Please..."

“Yeah? You’re okay with that, my heart?” His eyes were dark and hot, staring into her own. “You don’t mind if Daddy kills for you? Because I’m looking forward to their blood on my hands.” He purred, the deep thrusts getting harder, full balls smacking against her ass. “Won’t mind being pretty in our kitchen, me coming home and washing the blood off my hands before I use them to make you cum?”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he spoke, the dark promise of his words sending shivers down her spine. She loved how possessive and protective he was, how he would kill for her and make a mess in their home. It was so wrong, so fucked up, but it was everything she craved. That dark piece of her that he had exposed and had embraced was something he cherished, made her feel normal.

Her back arched against the bed, pushing her breasts out and up as she felt herself crawling closer to her climax, every smack of his balls against her ass making her whimper and moan. "Daddy..."

At her plea, Harry's expression twisted into something feral and possessive, his eyes burning with an unholy hunger. He leaned forward, his teeth sinking into the side of her neck as he fucked her harder, his thrusts becoming brutal and punishing.

Y/N's back arched off the bed, her breath hitching at the mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted to claim her, mark her as his while he fucked her to the edge of no return and back.

The bite on her neck made her let out a strangled whimper, a sound filled with pained pleasure and submission. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as Harry fucked her relentlessly, her body bouncing on the bed with every hard thrust. Blood dribbled from the bite on her neck, trailing down her skin as Harry continued to fuck her with vicious abandon. His balls slapped against her ass with a sickening smack, the sound echoing through the room along with her desperate moans and his growled curses.

“That’s fucking right.” He grunted between thrusts. He knew she liked a bit of pain but how tight she had gotten around his cock, how she had gushed, it made him understand that his angel was more of a masochist than he had ever realized. “You’re gonna happily take my dick in those holes whenever I want, because you love me, don’t you? You’ll let me fuck away all my anger and be the sweetest place to unload my cum…” He wanted to hear it again, even with his fingers pressing into her throat. “Tell me, my heart. Use that gorgeous mouth.”

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head as Harry's words washed over her, his fingers tightening around her throat, smearing the blood on her skin. She struggled to breathe, her vision blurring at the edges as she fought to gasp out air. "Y-yes... I love you... I'll take your dick anywhere... anytime...” It was hard to think straight with his cock hitting her perfectly. "I'll be your toy, your angel, your wife, your everything," She choked out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their harsh panting. Harry's fingers squeezed harder, cutting off her air supply until he let her breath, the rush of air making her shudder. “Wanna cum. Wanna cum, please, H. Please make me cum.”

Harry's reaction was immediate. His thrusts became erratic, his hips slamming against Y/N's ass with feral force as he chased his own release. He released his grip on her throat just long enough to grab her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck, the teeth marks from the bite, the blood smeared on her skin. She was the prettiest picture, bloody skin, hazy eyes and swollen lips. His personal angel under him, letting him sin with her body. Letting him corrupt her, dragging her down to hell with him. Leaning down, he nuzzled his nose against hers before pulling back. “Cum. Cum for me, make a fucking mess."

As Harry’s release built, so did hers. She could feel the warmth spreading between them, slicking her thighs as she writhed under his grasp. Her whimpers turned into gasps and desperate pleas as he brought her closer to the edge. “Yes, yes...” Y/N could hold back no longer. As her orgasm broke, she arched her back, her nails digging into his arms as she called out his name. The intense pleasure rolled over her again and again, a blinding tidal wave crushing down on her.

Her entire body trembled, shuddered, spasmed as Harry fucked her through the first orgasm as it rolled into another orgasm. The pleasure was overwhelming, the building pressure suddenly released and Y/N’s mind went blank, senses heightened as she experienced a pure moment of ecstasy.

As Y/N's orgasm subsided, Harry let out a guttural moan, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his own climax. His hands tightened around her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he fucked her harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Beg for my cum.” He demanded, slipping his hand up to hold her jaw. “Beg me to make you mine, for me to keep you, and I’ll give you my load.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, his grip on her jaw tightening as she looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. “Please...” she whispered softly, the single word filled with meaning and need. “Make me yours, Harry. Keep me for your own. “I beg you, Harry...” Her voice was a soft murmur, barely audible as she whispered her plea. “Please cum inside me, make me yours. I want to feel you fill me up, I want to bear your mark.”

Harry's eyes squeezed shut as he reached orgasm, his body tensing and freezing as he released inside Y/N with a groan. The grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her skin as he felt his orgasm tear through him, so much pleasure that he almost felt pain.

Thick ribbons of cum shot deep inside her, coating her insides and marking her as his own. Harry's hips continued to jerk, his body shudders with each pulse of his release, as if he couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get deep enough. His cock throbbed and spasmed, pumping out an endless stream of hot, sticky cum into her waiting cunt. The room filled with the sound of his grunt, the slap of his hips against her ass, and the gush of his seed inside her. He felt her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper. A satisfied groan escaped him, a sex drunk smile raising on his face as he kissed her deep, messy, but he didn’t care. He was happy for the first time since he’d left her side to go on ‘business’.

Y/N's arms wrapped tightly around Harry's neck, holding him close as he continued to fill her with his cum. She kissed him back just as deeply, her lips moving against his in a sloppy, loving mess. She moaned into the kiss, feeling so full and satisfied, so loved and cherished. Even with how rough he got, how dirty their need was, there was no doubt in her mind how he felt.

“There you go, my heart. Take every drop.” He murmured, slowly fucking the cum into her. “Practicing making it stick. This is how M’gonna knock you up, when I feel the time is right.” He brushed the hair out of her face, body feeling lighter and head less cluttered. Y/N was his medicine, his heart. “I love you. You’re never leaving me.”

A blush spread across her cheeks at Harry's words, a soft smile on her lips. "I love you too," She whispered back, pulling him closer for another deep kiss. She could feel the warmth of his cum inside her, a reminder of how much he had craved her.

“Good.” He stroked over the bridge of her nose and down to her lips, smearing their spit around. “M’gonna make that appointment for my name right above your ass. You’re going to quit that job and be my little housewife, and you’re gonna love every bit of it.”

She giggled at his words, her heart swelling with happiness. "I'd love that," she replied, her voice soft and full of affection. She could already imagine it, waking up every morning to make him breakfast and taking care of their future children.

“Yeah? That’s my girl.” He didn’t mention that now that his mind was made up there wasn’t much room to move the plan, but she knew that. Y/N knew that Harry loved her, but he was in charge. “Gonna take you on a shopping spree tomorrow, get you that ring…” It wasn’t the most romantic proposal but it didn’t need to be. Harry had decided she was going to marry him, and she would do it because she was good and she loved him right back.

She nodded excitedly at the thought of a shopping spree and a new ring. She knew that Harry wasn't the most romantic man, but she didn't need grand gestures to know that he loved her. The fact that he wanted to marry her was enough for her. "Anything for you, Daddy.”

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