#dentist!harry

[1d1195]

Toothpaste I

For you: 🐱 I hope you are feeling better and this is a little something to make you happy. Been thinking about this for a while.

~1.6k words

“Okay, don’t write emails to dentists when you’re in pain,” she shook her head tilting her head back to look at the ceiling.

Dr. Styles chuckled. His laugh was warm, like a chocolate fountain. Or a blanket on a cold January day. “I don’t have patients on Wednesdays,” he murmured.

Twenty-eight was her least favorite number. She dreaded the entire year when she finally hit her twenty-eighth birthday. It seemed like an entire year was going to mock her and she was right.

She got two cavities that year.

Twenty-eight was the number of teeth she had left after her wisdom teeth were pulled when she was sixteen. Twenty-eight was the number of brackets on her teeth that held her braces together when she was eighteen. Cavities plagued her. Sensitivity. Special mouth wash and special toothpaste were needed for the upkeep of her teeth.

When the pain started in her mouth again, she was frustrated, exhausted, and sad.

But this was the second time this tooth had to be filled. It wasn’t the first time her dentist had to fill a tooth more than once. She looked up a second office in response. Her heart was fluttering with anxiety. She had brought a book to read but she couldn’t focus. Her head was starting to ache. She left work early which stressed her out to no end because her boss was a dick and even though she should have just found a new job, she knew she wouldn’t find a better pay entry-level position than any law firm nearby. Her phone hadn’t stopped vibrating with messages and requests.

An hour. All she wanted was an hour to read her book and mourn the loss of her tooth enamel. Frustrated tears filled her eyes. Her mouth hurt and her head hurt.

“Dr. Styles is ready for you, Miss,” the hygienist said sweetly. Taking a deep breath, she collected her book back into her bag and headed toward the patient room with the hygienist down the hall. “Have a seat,” she smiled kindly. “M’just going to get you ready and then Dr. Styles will be in to look you over.”

She could feel her phone vibrating against her hip. The to do list she was anticipating was enough to amplify her headache and she was so close to crying the pain in her tooth was practically welcomed to relieve her of the anxiety and stress she was feeling.

“Good morning, love,” the dentist came in. Dark blue scrubs adorned his tall frame. He looked so handsome it left her speechless. He was looking at the computer reading over the history of her work and latest x-rays from the previous office. “Got some pain, hmm?” She nodded silently, trying to figure out how she didn’t know ahead of time that the dentist was hot as could be. That couldn’t be fair. “Y’okay, love?” He hummed glancing from the screen, his eyebrows pinched together.

“Yeah, just uncomfortable,” she murmured. “Busy day.”

He sat on the little wheelie stool and turned to look at her. His eyes were vibrantly green, his smile was sweet but sympathetic at the same time. “S’quite a bit of work y’had done, love,” he murmured and grabbed a pair of gloves to put on. “Y’got beautiful teeth in there,” he assured her.

“They’re always filled with cavities,” she muttered bitterly.

“M’sorry,” he frowned. “I noticed that myself, actually.” She felt like she was disappointing him by getting cavities. Although she had just met him, she didn’t want to disappoint Dr. Styles, which was such a bizarre worry. “Do y’need t’get that before I get started?” He glanced at the bag by her hip.

She sighed, grabbed her phone. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Her boss snapped so loudly she pulled the phone from her ear. Either Dr. Styles didn’t hear (which she didn’t see how) or he was being kind enough to ignore it.

“A dentist appointment. I sent you an email and put it in your calendar—”

“I need your help. Now.”

There was no argument to be had in his tone.

“Mr. Dalecki,” she started. “I’m very sorry, I’ll be there in a bit but I’m in so much pain—” Her voice cracked, and she felt the tears so close to the surface. Overwhelmed by her work and her pain.

“I don’t care.”

She opened her mouth to agree or argue, she wasn’t sure what was going to come out of her mouth but then suddenly her phone wasn’t in her hand.

“Mr. Dalecki, was it?” Harry said into the phone. “Dr. Harry Styles. She’s in immense pain and I’m insistent I take care of her cavity today. It might be a root canal. She’s in no condition to work today and probably not tomorrow either. Doctor’s orders. I’ll write her a note whatever you need, but she will not be in today,” Harry put her phone on the counter away from her as it started to vibrate again. “M’sorry I suggested getting it,” he said and held out the tissue box on the counter.

She sniffled. “I need a root canal?” She whimpered.

He chuckled. “Oh, love, no. M’sorry. I jus’ wanted that man off the phone,” he shook his head. “M’sorry,” he repeated.

“Oh,” she sniffed again. “I’m really sorry. I’m so overwhelmed and upset. I’m almost terrified of being here. I always have issues and my teeth are the worst,” she cried. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, s’alright, love,” he assured her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Y’take care of your teeth right?” He asked.

“Religiously,” she assured him. “I brush three times a day. I floss daily sometimes twice. I use prescription toothpaste and mouthwash. I don’t eat lots of candy and I drink through a straw and water down juice or anything too sugary,” she had tears falling down her cheeks.

“Okay, love,” his thumb gently moved up and down her shoulder. She had never heard of a dentist having good bedside manners. “S’okay, m’gonna take a look now. Can I have y’sit back?” He murmured and slid back briefly on the chair and closed the door. She sniffled.

“I’m so sorry. I’m usually more put together than this,” she laughed tearily.

“S’okay I can tell y’frustrated. M’sister gets like this sometimes.”

She sniffled. “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

He turned back, put a mask over his pretty face so she had no choice but to look at his gorgeous eyes magnified by the little glasses and light that shone in her face. “Y’have really nice teeth, love,” he assured her.

“You have to say that to everyone,” she mumbled when he turned to mark something in the computer.

He chuckled. “I do not. M’sorry you’re in pain, love,” he was gentle as he placed the little mirror into his mouth. “Hmm,” he hummed.

“S-bad, in’-it?’

“No, love. S’not bad,” he murmured quietly. “Relax y’fingers and shoulders, please. Y’making me nervous,” he chuckled very softly. Like he had stuck his dental tools in her mouth a hundred times. “S’jus’ a little cavity.”

Tears sprang back to her eyes, and she nodded. “I figured.”

“M’sorry, love. S’little, though I promise. Out of here in half an hour. No root canal—I promise.”

She sniffed and glanced away. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “I’ve had such an overwhelming week and I put this off and it’s not even a big cavity and I’m in so much pain—” She started to cry again, and Harry pulled the glasses and light off his eyes and listened so intently, his face empathetic and kind as she bubbled with tears. She could hear her phone vibrating. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to get fired,” she croaked.

Harry frowned, turned to the cabinets, and searched for medicines to help her. He pulled his gloves off. “Let’s jus’ sit and relax for a bit,” he suggested handing her two pills and filled a little cup of water for her. She wiped her eyes and took it gratefully.

“Don’t you have other patients?”

“No,” he chuckled. “That intake form y’filled out?” Dr. Styles turned to the computer again and cleared his throat. “I am sorry to bother you, but I am in so much pain and need emergency dental help tomorrow if you’re able. My current dentist has filled this tooth twice and I think I’m going to yank the tooth out with pliers, and I don’t HAVE pliers so I will have to go buy some and I will probably pull it out in the middle of the hardware store and everyone will—”

“Okay, don’t write emails to dentists when you’re in pain,” she shook her head tilting her head back to look at the ceiling.

Dr. Styles chuckled. His laugh was warm, like a chocolate fountain. Or a blanket on a cold January day. “I don’t have patients on Wednesdays,” he murmured. Her heart skipped a beat. His kindness was unlike any dentist she had before. It felt so unnerving but nice in the best way. “But I made an exception,” he explained. “Couldn’t imagine someone pulling out a tooth at a hardware store.”

Her heart was fluttering. “I hate dentists.”

He laughed, wholeheartedly. “Even me?”

“Well...you haven’t drilled my tooth yet,” she mumbled. “But you might have gotten me fired.”

“I couldn’t in good faith let y’go back t’work, love. Not when you’re in so much pain.”

She looked at her lap. “I always have cavities.”

“M’gonna get to the bottom of it, love. Right after we fill this little guy.”

“My second bicuspid?”

“Should have been a dentist, hmm?” he smirked at his computer making notes.

“I’ve had so much work done,” she explained. “Half way through law school I thought about becoming a dentist.”

“Well, if he does fire you,” he turned back to her with a pointed expression. “And based on the reaction y’had, I think only an idiot would fire you. I’d gladly have y’work here,” he assured her. “Match whatever he paid you and then some,” he promised.

She frowned, feeling overwhelmed, sad, and relieved beyond belief.

“Thank you, Dr. Styles.”

“Call me Harry, love.”

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kim glove hand in harry mouth now

[silanb]

If I have to suffer through the dentist so do they

[earlgreycoffee5]

pov: remus, sirius and lily at the dentist's office and remus is hopped up on nitrous

nurse: here are the tools, doctor

remus: doctor *chuckles* its funny when people call dentists doctor

dentist after a long shift so he's tired and arrogant as fuck: we a r e doctors? we do four years of medical school

remus: yeah but its called "dental school"

*sirius smirking in the background with his hands crossed, fully aware of what's coming*

dentist: ..but we learn about the entire body

remus: yea but if you had cancer you wouldn't call a dentist

*lily glances at a grinning sirius, starting to get mildly concerned*

dentist: *getting increasingly exasperated* y'know its actually harder to get into dental school than medical school-

remus: well bc there are fewer dental schools lmao bc most people want to become actual doctors

lily: ohmygod-

sirius: YEAH YOU TELL HIM BABY

*the dentist and lily both glare at sirius*

dentist: that's ridiculous its not like we're college professors calling ourselves "doctors"

remus: not the same thing my friend-

dentist: well s u r e it is, when someone has a heart attack on a plane do they yell out "yo does anyone have an art history PhD?"

remus: a PhD is a dOCTORATE ITS LITERALLY D E S C R I B I N G A DOCTOR

lily, getting increasingly concerned: rem maybe we should calm down-

remus, now all fired up: nO THE PROBLEM HERE IS THAT MEDICAL PRACTITIONERS HAVE C O -OPTED THE WORD "DOCTOR"-

lily: remus-

remus: I KNOW WE LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE ANYTHING CAN MEAN ANYTHING, AND NOBODY EVEN CARES ABOUT ETYMOLO-

*lily shoves a piece of chocolate into his mouth to shut him up and looks at the dumbfounded doctor*

lily: ..yeah, heh, so insurance still covers this visit right-

*sirius wearing the widest shit eating grin*

sirius: i have never been more turned on in my entire life

lily: yeah neither of you are ever stepping out of the house again

THIS 100% HAPPENED AND I WILL NOT HEAR OTHERWISE.

(all hail captain holt, may he rest in peace)

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Phil Foden Leaves England Camp to Attend Daughter's Dentist Appointment

England forward Phil Foden has left the team's Euro 2024 camp to join his daughter for her six-month dental check-up, the FA has confirmed.

Questions have been raised over how the added travel will effect Foden's form, the 24-year-old having previously left the team for the birth of his third child. However, he is expected to return to train with the team ahead of their next match against Spain on Sunday.

[1d1195]

Toothpaste IV

Read Toothpaste here | ~1.8k words

From me: By popular demand 🦷

Warnings: some sexual tension, some oral fixation, and fairly sexy innuendos. Toothpaste anon, I know what you said but I wanted a really slow burn here. I know, I know. I'm sorry. But not quite yet..

Summary: “Did y’mean it?”

“Mean what?” There was hardly any air left in her lungs so the words she spoke were quiet.

“Y’were falling in love?” He questioned. Her cheeks felt hot. Embarrassed that she said that out loud on their first date.

Harry hurried around to the passenger side and opened the door for her to get out. Although she was already part way through opening it and Harry would have to remember that next time. But right now, he wanted her inside his house and would let it slide. “Let me,” he offered and took the bag of their to go order. She was so goddamn stunning it melted him. He put a hand on her lower back as he ushered her up the steps to his place.

Harry’s house wasn’t huge. It was just him, after all. A cute little porch was at the top of three little steps, a large window to the left of the door but she couldn’t see inside because of the curtains hiding behind the glass. A single chair and end table were in front of the window. A spot for reading and drinking coffee if she had to imagine.

In fact, she imagined Harry sitting there, completing a crossword puzzle first thing in the morning while the sun was still rising. If she lived in his house, she probably wouldn’t use the door to get to the porch. She loved the idea of a window that was large enough to open to the porch. It didn’t make sense. It was right next to the door. But it was adorable. To the right of the door was a large planter filled with colorful flowers and she imagined her extremely attractive dentist, boss, and date tending to a garden. The thought went straight to her heart.

Pulling the key back out of the lock, he opened the door and ushered her inside and closing, the door behind her. He put the bag of food on the entry table right next to the staircase. He reached for her shoulders, sliding his fingers below her hair and tugging the collar of her jacket down.

Her eyes adjusted to the semi-dark. Without any lights on, his place was cast in varying shades of white, gray, and black. But she could make out the room—a couch, a loveseat, and a coffee table. The TV hung above the mantle and fireplace. Paintings hung at regular intervals along the walls. Behind the couch was a bookshelf; each cubby filled with everything Harry enjoyed reading. She crouched immediately to read the titles. Harry brought the food to the kitchen. She didn’t take the books out but she pulled the ones she thought she would like down. “If you can part with these, I’d like borrow them.”

He smiled thoughtfully, leaning on the armrest of the loveseat. He crossed his feet at the ankles and his hands were in his pockets. “Y’can have whatever y’want.”

His kitchen was along the back wall, no dining room, but he had two seats around a small table—like an island in the middle. Everything was decorated so expertly. “Did you decorate yourself?” She asked.

“Gemma helped,” he shrugged. “We have similar taste,” he explained.

Gemma was Harry’s sister and not a reason for her to be jealous. But it seemed they would all get along swimmingly. “Can she help decorate my apartment?”

He chuckled. “M’sure she’d love that.”

She stood up and went to the fridge looking at the pictures and coupons that he had under magnets of places he visited? Maybe? Or maybe they were a souvenir from friends and family. Pictures of Gemma, a sweet little baby girl, and a woman that was most definitely where Harry got his gorgeous looks from adorned the door.

The place was so cozy and warm. She wanted to live there. Not to be dramatic, but whether Harry lived there or not. “I love your house,” she smiled. Harry stayed put at the armrest while he watched her inspect his place. He wanted to give her space and let her make the moves and make sure she was comfortable.

It took every bit of restraint for Harry to say thank you and not, it’s yours regarding her compliment of his home.

He was dead serious in saying she could have whatever she wanted. He was putty in her hands. Wrapped around her finger. Anything she wanted? He was going to give it to her. “Can I take my shoes off?”

He snorted. “Course, y’don’t have t’ask.”

“Well, I didn’t want to be rude.”

He shook his head with a smirk. He went over to the stove, turning on the soft light. It gave the room a romantic feel to it. Like how a couple would slow-dance to nothing but the music in their head. Then he went to her side and immediately dropped to his knees. Her heart skipped a beat. Then it took off rapidly, pounding so loudly she felt it in every inch of her body. She wondered if this was a dream because she would be lying if she hadn’t thought about it a lot in the time that she had known Harry.

His fingers danced at her ankle, skimming softly against her skin, and he coaxed her foot out of one shoe and then the other. He stood slowly, extremely close to her body. Only a breath of space between them. “Does your tooth hurt?” He asked. She shook her head. He smiled. “Good.” Then he kissed her. His hands on her hips and she knew his mouth was already perfect because he was a dentist, but she forgot that kissing would add a whole level to that perfection. He pulled away briefly, his eyes scanning her face for signs of regret. His smile was so pretty, and he sighed like this was the happiest moment of his life. She felt her chest aching something fierce. She slid one hand along the side of his face and the other went around through his soft hair at the back of his head and pulled him back in. He hummed in approval making her shiver involuntarily. “Are y’cold?” He asked against her lips.

“No,” she shook head refusing to talk when his mouth was there to kiss.

His hands reached down further, gripping the back of her thighs and he lifted her onto the counter. Bringing her toward the edge of it so he could settle his hips between her legs and wrap them around his hips. “Did y’mean it?” He asked, his lips peppering kisses along her mouth and face as he allowed her to breathe. Her breath came in quiet gasps. Unbelievably turned on and warm.

His lips followed the length of her jaw all the way to her ear before it took a turn and then descended down her neck. “Mean what?” There was hardly any air left in her lungs so the words she spoke were quiet.

“Y’were falling in love?” He questioned. Her cheeks felt hot. Embarrassed that she said that out loud on their first date. But him kissing her was a good sign, wasn’t it? She didn’t scare him off quite yet. “Don’t be shy now, kitten,” he murmured into her skin. “Told me y’would open wide the second day I met you.”

She huffed out a breath of laughter as his lips trailed across her collarbone to the other side to complete the loop of kisses he was placing along her skin. “I did not say that.”

“Would y’open wide?” He pulled his mouth from her skin. She couldn’t make out the pretty green color, even with the stove light, but she could make out he was gazing at her, his pupils huge and lovely as he eyed her. Her throat felt tight with desire, and she nodded silently. His eyes stayed locked with hers. “Open,” he ordered.

She dropped her jaw. Slowly he drew his hand up her body, making her eyelids flutter as she waited patiently. His hand held the side of her neck and keeping his slow pace he dragged his thumb across her lower lip, then the top one before finally pressing it on her tongue.

“Suck.”

His other hand was holding her thigh still so she knew he would feel the muscle contraction from between her legs and he grunted when her lips closed around his digit.

Then she sucked.

“Fuck,” he hissed. She could feel him hardening between her legs pressed close to her core. “Eyes,” he hummed. She didn’t even realize she had closed them. “Did y’mean it?” He repeated. She had no idea what he was talking about. Her tongue was lapping at his thumb and swirling around it like it was his dick and that made her tighten more as he ground his erection against her. Thank God she wore a dress. “Did y’mean it?” He asked again. “Hmm?” she hummed around his thumb making him inhale sharply at the insinuating vibration. She whimpered softly as he pressed harder onto her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks desperate for more. “Fuck,” he hissed pulling his hand away. “Did y’mean it when y’said y’were falling in love?”

Her shyness returned. Which was beautiful in its own right. The way her mouth closed around his thumb would be a visual that would never leave his mind for long. “Yes,” she whispered and looked down at her lap, right where they were closest to one another.

“Do y’think m’not?” He asked, tilting her chin back up. Her heart fluttered and she felt breathless, stunned, unable to move. Harry was brilliant, had his own practice, and a house that was so goddamn cute she wanted to scream. Falling in love with her? No, she didn’t think she was that lucky. “M’falling very hard for you, kitten,” he assured her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, melting her like she was nothing but candle wax.

“Oh.”

“Yeah...” he glanced down between them, where her core was pressed against his dick aching to escape his pants. Her dress covered her so he couldn’t see but he could feel how warm she was pressed against him. “Do y’want t’go upstairs?” He asked.

She swallowed and nodded.

“We don’t have to,” he assured her. He would probably have to take a cold shower and think about her the whole time, but they didn’t have to do anything if she didn’t want to.

His kindness was sweet, more than adorable. But if his thumb was merely a precursor to what laid ahead? She didn’t want to prolong her pleasure any longer. “Harry,” she giggled quietly. “I have a cavity.”

He tilted his head at her. “Are y’in pain?” He asked, concern filling his voice. He ran his thumb along her jawline, ghosting softly in case it was sensitive and hurt too much with even a touch on the outside of her mouth. He didn’t even care how rapidly the eye-fucking and the dry-humping stopped and changed to talk of toothaches.

“It really needs to be filled,” she said knowingly.

His eyes darted back to hers as realization flooded him. “Oh, fuck yes, love,” he moaned and yanked her toward him, kissed her, and carried her upstairs.

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Not me wanting to include a different kind of Pucker Protector into my next Wolfstar fic 😂

[frmulcahy]

Fuck the Franklin Expedition I want a show about the Goodsir family these siblings were doing So Much

[fkinavocado]

uhm HELLO??? this ticks all my boxes of course 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 i love how it was his idea ugh and the last bit? listen i'd never take pics because you can never trust anyone with that shit but i am fully on board with it for them🔥 take that edward lol

Daddy Does It Better H.S

Summary: Where you and Harry have an interesting connection and decide that a one night stand is the best course of revenge after his son cheats on you. 

Warning: smut!!, age gap, inappropriate relationship (ex-bf’s dad), penetration, oral (f recieving face riding), choking, daddy!kink, mention of taking and sending nudes

Word count: 10.3k+

Author’s note: as voted by patreon… here’s an ex bf’s dad fic 👼

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You never thought you’d be cheated on. But no one really does, do they? It wasn’t because you thought you were the perfect woman by any means, but you just never thought your boyfriend would be the one to do it. 

Eddie was a charmer. A bit cocky at times and a ladies' man as was his reputation, but he wasn’t a cheater. At least that’s what you thought. He had a good dating history even though most of them were shorter relationships. No ugly breakups or cheating allegations and you had never received a ‘hey girl’ message from anyone concerned about your relationship. 

He won you over with his charm and in the beginning, you were a little worried about how serious he was about you considering his past but he never did anything to raise suspicion. Once he was committed to you, that was it. 

He didn’t flirt with anyone else and you never found him stalking other girls’ social media or even conversing with other women for too long. Through the entire 8 months you were together, there wasn’t one situation where you thought he might be doing something nefarious. 

Turns out he was just a really good fucking liar. Secret tinder accounts and multiple social media’s under other names. Streams of messages that you found between him and a ‘Steve’, who was really a ‘Stevie’ to whom you ended up sending that ‘hey girl’ text. Turns out she was as much a victim as you and he had been two-timing both of you for months. 

Edward Styles was, is and always will be a cheating son of a bitch. 

It was a shame, really. Not only were you losing who you thought was a really great guy, you were losing his family too. They were a sweet bunch and a lot less complicated than yours. He lived at home with his dad, Harry, and had an older brother who lived out of state. 

His mum was out of the picture, just like your dad was out of yours. It was one of the things you and Edward really bonded over. Both of you knew what it was like to have a bastard of a parent, though he seemed to deal with it better than you did. Daddy issues as they call it. 

Harry became a big supporter in your life. Your raging daddy issues might have drawn you to him, or maybe it was just because he was such a nice guy. It was hard to not be drawn to him. 

You never really understood how Edward came from Harry. Edward was loud and obnoxious, always telling elaborate stories and stealing the room’s attention in any way possible. Harry was the opposite. Quiet, polite, always treated you like a gentleman would. Sometimes he treated you better than Edward did. A lot of the time, actually. 

Harry always made sure your glass was full and when you started spending nights and weekends at their place, he invested in haircare and skincare for you just so you wouldn’t have to bring your own. It was small things that Edward never thought of that made the biggest difference to you. 

Like your favourite chocolate, only available at a small fruit market across town. You mentioned it once at dinner with Edward and the family and the next time you were there, there were several blocks in the fridge. When you asked Eddie about it, he had no idea what you were talking about. 

You were too shy to ask if Harry was the one that bought it. But you had already convinced yourself that he did.

They did have some similarities though. They shared those soft brown curls and gorgeous emerald eyes, but you always thought Harry was the better-looking of the pair. It could’ve been those grey hairs and mature face that made you think he was hotter, sexier. The definition of a silver fox. Maturity was a personality trait and a physical one and Harry had both. 

He just oozed sex and wealth in a way Edward wished he could. Even if he’d never admit it, all Edward wanted to be was like his father. 

He didn’t take the breakup lightly. When you confronted him about it and threw the evidence in his face so he couldn’t lie, he practically got on his knees and begged for a second chance. You didn’t give it to him. Once a cheater always a cheater and you could barely be in the same room as him let alone consider giving him a second chance. 

His ego was bruised, and he continued to text you and call you over and over wanting a second chance. The fucker even showed up at your apartment unannounced once and tried to barge his way in when you opened the door and told him to go away. 

He just wasn’t taking a fucking hint, not even when your brother threatened him if he ever bothered you again. 

After a while, it calmed down and it was only then you decided to go back to his place and pick up your things. You still had clothes and other things left at his house and you didn’t want to part with them or let him try and use them as leverage to get you to go over there. 

You made sure to pick a time when you knew he wouldn’t be there. Harry worked from home so he was almost always there to let you in, which you were relying on. The last thing you needed was a run-in with Edward or to awkwardly rock up and have no one home.

“Y/n!” Harry beamed upon seeing you. 

He looked phenomenal. He always did. Harry was still in his work clothes and it was clear he had meetings or had been out for part of the day as he was in navy dress pants and a crisp white shirt, tucked in with the sleeves rolled up. If you didn’t know the time, you’d know it was the end of his work day by his loose tie and the first few undone buttons.  

“Hi Harry.” You smiled softly, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You were nervous to be back at the house. Your only thought was whether or not Edward had slept with Stevie or some other girl in the same bed he slept with you in. You couldn’t get it out of your head. 

“It’s been so long, love. How are you? Missed you around the house” He pulled you into a quick hug, kissing your cheek as a welcome before moving aside to let you in. 

You were a little confused by his greeting. Harry was acting like usual. Happy. Nice. There was no hint of sympathy or sadness in his tone, which you were sure there would be if he knew what happened. Harry was cheated on by his ex-wife. It was why she wasn’t in the picture so you were positive he wouldn’t be happy if he knew what Edward did. 

“I’m… okay?” Your brows furrowed as you stepped inside. “Did Edward tell you why I haven’t been coming around?” 

Now it was Harry’s turn to be confused. “Yeah? Said you were busy with work or something.” He could tell by your voice that something was wrong. “Why? Did something happen between you two?”

You let out a laugh laced with sarcasm and ran a hand through your hair. “You could say that.”

Harry’s face fell. Upon closer inspection, he could see the hurt in your eyes. The exhaustion in your complexion. It was a look that pained him to see. You were such a pretty girl. So nice and sweet. He always thought you were too good for his son, even warned him in the beginning that he couldn’t break your heart.

Harry hoped that you’d be a good influence on him. Maybe get him to focus on his career and finally move out of the house. But as he got to know you better, he realised that it would never happen because you weren’t just too good for his son, you were too good for most men out there. He didn’t think any man could handle you. Or know how to treat you right.

Except him. 

He knew he’d be able to. Harry had more maturity, more class and experience than his son ever would. Edward was unable to hold a job or a relationship. He’d never take over the family business, nor would he amount to anything but adding another woman to his body count. 

Harry could offer you the world. 

Still, you were dating his son and he had to be supportive of that. Clearly, he overestimated his son’s ability to be a good partner. This thing was clearly his fault, even if you hadn’t said it yet. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” He offered softly, clicking the door shut gently behind you. 

You sighed and shrugged, “I guess it’s only right you know. I’m not sure why he wouldn’t have told you.”

Harry sighed in return and led you towards the kitchen so he could make you a drink. “Edward and I have never been the type to share our problems. Says I lecture him too much.”

“Yeah, well he needs more than a lecture.” You replied, placing your bag on the bench before sliding onto one of the bar stools. “A punch to the nose, more like it.” You muttered under your breath. 

Harry heard it and smirked, but he didn’t make a comment about it. “Drink?”

“Yes, please. Something strong.”

After making you both strong gin and tonic - your favourite - he settled beside you on a chair. You thanked him and took a heavy sip, feeling like you needed the liquid courage to retell the story. You had spent weeks crying and screaming over that pitiful excuse of a man until you were numb to it so it should’ve been easy to tell it again. 

But it wasn’t. Because you were about to tell it to his father. His very supportive, attractive father who had been nothing but wonderful to you. How was he going to feel that his son committed one of the greatest sins? The very same one that destroyed Harry’s marriage and life for a long time. 

Mustering up the courage, you made direct eye contact and explained everything. From the moment you found those messages, the secret accounts, to his mistress who was a victim herself. You shared how crazy Edward became after you broke up with him, how you had to block him on everything and get your brother to physically threaten him. 

And the entire time, Harry stayed silent. His eyes were dark and his jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a single word. He just listened. Harry listened and processed how his son was the mirror image of his mother. How he destroyed your self-esteem and committed the ultimate betrayal in a relationship and then begged for a second chance like a pathetic excuse of a man. 

Edward cheated on you and was too much of a pussy to take it like a man. Instead, he harassed you, made you feel unsafe and continued to humiliate you by begging for forgiveness. He was no son of Harry’s. Not anymore. 

“…I’m, I’m really sorry Harry. I know you know how it feels.” 

Even though you were the one hurt, you still felt bad for Harry. It wasn’t his fault his son was an asshole. 

“I should be apologising to you,” Harry responded curtly, trying to simmer the burning rage inside of him. He swallowed the anger and flashed a small smile, barely noticeable. “I’m ashamed of what he’s done. You don’t deserve it. You deserve someone a lot better, y/n. I hope you know that.”

Harry was a man of few words, but you could see he was visibly tense over the news. You weren’t expecting anything more than that, really. You honestly thought he’d already know about everything. Funny how Edward was crazy enough to still pretend you two were together. 

“I do now… I didn’t for a while when it was fresh, but I know now.” 

“Good. You’re a good girl, y/n. Know your worth.” He flashed the faintest smile but you could see through it. He was angry. You hadn’t seen him angry before but he was a lot calmer than you expected. Everyone had another side of them, yet Harry seemed to be really good at processing his emotions or just good at hiding it. You figured it was the latter. 

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get your things, love.” Harry cleared his throat and stood from the stool, collecting your empty glasses. 

“Um, yeah. Thanks.” You stood from your stool, sensing the slight awkwardness in the air. “I’ll try and be quick.”

“Take your time. Don’t worry.” He stood at the sink, back to you with his head hung between his shoulders. He was grabbing the edge of the bench tight in each hand and his whole back was tense. You could see his muscles contract through his shirt with every fucking breath. Why did he have to be that attractive? And Edward’s dad of all people? 

You just nodded and quickly went upstairs to Edward’s room. You didn’t want to be there any longer than you had to be. The room hadn’t changed much and he was still as messy as ever. Since your breakup he hadn’t even bothered to empty out the drawer he gave you. 

You gathered your belongings and shoved them in your tote bag before entering his bathroom and grabbing the cosmetics Harry got you. They were yours and Harry specifically bought them for you, so you didn’t necessarily feel guilty about it. 

On the way out you couldn’t help but commit a little revenge of your own. You fucking hated the guy, so dunking his toothbrush into the toilet was the least the guy deserved. If you prepared better, you would’ve put nair in his body wash or bleach in his shampoo. 

“I’ve got everything, Harry. Thanks.” You said once you got back to the kitchen. Harry looked up from his phone and just looked at you without saying anything. “I think I’ll head off now, get out of your hair.” 

“Alright, love.” He stood up, “let me walk you out.”

Once you got to the front door, he opened it for you and held it so you could step outside. “I’m really sorry, again, y/n.” He paused, flexing his hand against the doorframe like he was trying to hold himself back from something. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you anymore. I promise” 

“Thank you Harry.” You hoped that maybe Harry saying something would nip Edward in the bud for good. But Edward never was a good listener so you didn’t have high hopes. “And thank you for, I don’t know…” You looked away for a moment, feeling a little nervous. This was probably the last time you’d see Harry. It felt right to at least acknowledge how amazing he’d been to you ever since you met him. “Being so kind to me, I guess. You’ve always taken care of me and I really appreciate it.” 

“I’ll always look after you, love.” He smiled softly, reaching out to touch your chin for a moment. A rush of adrenaline shot up your spine just at the little touch. “If you ever need anything, call me. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you” you whispered. You were getting a little emotional at his kind words. Fucking daddy issues. Clearing your throat, you gave him the quickest hug, not wanting to hold on too long and expose how much you’d actually miss him. “Goodbye, Harry.”

“Goodbye, love.”

//

You didn’t hear from Edward that night. You thought that as soon as he got home and saw your things gone, he’d be trying to kick your door down or using someone else’s phone to try and contact you. But there was nothing. Nothing but utter peace and quiet. 

Until your doorbell rang at close to midnight. That prick of anxiety immediately rang through you because it was very likely that it was Edward at your door wanting to talk. Or yell at you which was more probable. You already planned to ignore it once you saw him, but when you looked through the peephole, Edward wasn’t the tall Styles at your door. 

“Harry, what are you doing here? Your eyes widened, taking in his dishevelled dress shirt, tie loosened nearly all the way. When you took in his arms, you noticed the loose sleeves of his shirt and down his right arm where the edge was soaked in blood. A little gasp escaped you when your eyes met his knuckles, all split and bloody. “Oh my god. Is that blood?” 

Harry looked down at them and smirked, flexing out his fingers and hand to observe them. He did so without a flinch, “Not all of it is mine. Anyway, it doesn’t matter.” He looked up at you, his dark eyes piercing yours. “I just wanted to tell you that Edward won’t bother you anymore. Ever. I keep my promises, darling.” 

What the… did that mean? Surely it wasn’t Edward’s blood on Harry’s hand. He’s his son. 

“What?” You breathed, not really sure what to say through your shock. You quickly shook it off, suddenly remembering that Harry was dripping blood on your floor. “Oh, um come in. Let me clean it up.” You offered softly, stepping out of the way so he could walk through. 

“You don’t have to. I wasn’t trying to disturb you.” 

He said so while still entering your house like he couldn’t resist the offer to be alone with you again. Harry had seen you in your pyjamas many times. Had even seen you in nothing but one of Edward’s shirts late at night. But it was different when it was just you two. Alone. 

“Don’t be silly.” You scolded a little, closing the door behind him. “It would be wrong of me to send you away bleeding. Have a seat on the couch, I’ll be right back.” 

While you walked down a hallway, assumingly leading to a bathroom or laundry Harry sat on your couch observing your little apartment, taking in the many details of it that made it you. The decor and clothes or bags in random places. Little pieces of art and plants, big leafy ones and small florals. It was all very you. Sweet. Pure. Innocent. 

Harry was glad you had gotten away from his son. 

“I don’t have any experience or anything, but I can at least clean them up for you.” You returned with your first aid box in hand and sat beside him, placing the box between you for a little distance

You were nervous having Harry in your place. He had only been to your apartment once before for dinner with Edward and his brother, but aside from that your space had always been Harry-free. You never imagined that it would be a problem having him here, but now that he was here, sitting on your couch, staring at you with bloody knuckles, you realised just how nerve wracking it was. 

Harry was an intense man and that never felt more true than in this moment. There was always a buffer between you two, a person, a problem like earlier today. But it had never just been you two alone, not like this. 

It was suffocating. All you could smell was his expensive cologne and all you could feel was his stare as you started taking out things from the box. 

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” He murmured, observing you keenly. 

You didn’t respond and just flashed a small smile, practically shaking as you poured some antiseptic solution onto a cloth. “This might sting a little, okay?” 

Harry was never one to fear pain. He relished in it, truthfully. And even though you didn’t mean to cause any, he was looking forward to feeling a sting brought on by your hand. Any touch of yours was welcomed. 

“Mhmm. I’ll be okay, y/n. I can take it.”

There was something about the way he said ‘I can take it’ that had you shivering. Maybe it was the way his lips formed around the words, or that thick husky voice of his. You noticed it seemed deeper than usual. Maybe it was the night time. 

He held his hand out to you and you gently grabbed it, beginning to clean up some of the blood around the wounds. You wanted to work up to it before landing straight on the cuts, just so he was used to you touching him. 

Aside from a brief hello and goodbye hug, this was the longest physical interaction you two had ever had. If you weren’t so damn curious about what caused the very cuts you were cleaning, you would’ve been a lot more panicked to be in this situation. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” You asked, looking up at him briefly. 

“If you’re asking whether I punched my son or not, yes, yes I did.” Harry was quick to reply, with no sugarcoating. He knew what you really wanted to know and he wasn’t about to lie about it. 

You were surprised at the quick admission. Harry seriously punched Edward? For you? 

“Why? He didn’t do anything wrong to you.”

“Y/n, the sight of him disgusts me.” He snapped, sighing to calm himself down. He ran a hand through his hair, flinching when you ran the cloth over one of his split knuckles. The pain grounded him. Combined with your little ‘sorry’ and gentle touch that followed, he was already feeling a lot better. “You need to understand that when my ex-wife cheated on me, Edward was old enough to understand what happened. He experienced the toll it took on our lives and then he turns around and betrays you in the same way? Not on my fucking watch. He was lucky a broken nose was the only thing I gave him.” 

Anger bled through every word. You could tell he was truly upset over the whole thing and not only for you. But for him too. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” You looked at him briefly again, reaching for the antiseptic cream from the first aid box. “Not for me, anyway.”

“I did.” He assured, “Besides, it wasn’t just for you.”

You weren’t really sure what to say to that, or at all. The shock that Harry did it in the first place still hadn’t worn off yet. 

But you felt… pleased. Like Edward finally got what he deserved. Granted, you never expected it to be from his own father and you would’ve liked to be the one to break his nose. But it made you feel a lot better. Satisfied. 

“Did he cry?” Your asked after a bit of silence, focusing your eyes down on his knuckles where you were applying the antiseptic cream. 

“He did.” Harry chuckled, loving the way a smile slowly tugged at your lips. 

“I would’ve loved to see that. He always was an ugly crier.”

“Hmm.” Harry agreed, eyes focused on your pretty fingers as you grabbed a roll of gauze to wrap his knuckles. They were looking a lot better, but Harry knew he’d be pretty badly bruised by the morning. They were feeling stiff and swollen already. 

“You know I dunked his toothbrush in the toilet when I was over today. God, it sounds so stupid now,” you laughed, shaking your head as you began wrapping his hand. “But I just wanted a little payback I guess. Even if he’ll never know what I did.” 

“Does it make you feel better? Knowing something he doesn’t?”

“Yeah, it does actually.” You nodded while smiling to yourself. You felt free to tell the truth, which was nice. “Feels like I’m winning and he’s oblivious to it… like I was oblivious for months about him being an asshole.” Sighing, you grabbed a little fixation clamp to connect the gauze together so it wouldn’t come undone. “There. It’s all done now. How does that feel?”

“Great.” He smiled, wiggling around his hand. “It’s perfect. Thank you y/n.”

“Don’t mention it.” You replied before standing up, “I’m just going to wash my hands quickly.”

Harry followed you into your kitchen, his mind already spiralling with a very particular idea. He wasn’t really sure where it came from. But hearing your reasoning for putting Edward’s toothbrush in the toilet was enough for him to be convinced it was a good idea. 

“Y’know…” he cleared his throat, making his presence known in the doorway. Your eyebrows perked at his voice and you turned to face him and give him your attention. “I’ve got a better way of getting back at him. A secret just for you that you know would fuck him over if he ever found out.”

Oh? You couldn’t lie. Whatever it was sounded extremely enticing. 

“What’s that?”

“Me.”

“You? As in…” your eyebrows quirked for a moment only to be met with a smirk. So it was exactly what you were thinking? “Harry, you can’t be serious.”

“Think about it, y/n.” Your eyes went wide as he rounded the bench, coming to stand right in front of you. He was only a small step from you, close enough that you had to tip your head ever so slightly to look him in the eye. “I know you find me attractive.” He smirked, looking you up and down in a way that had you shivering. “Can always tell by the way you look at me. And I think you’re fucking drop-dead gorgeous. It’s a win-win, really…” Harry reached out his hand, running his thumb over your mouth. 

Every word was making you more and more crazy, causing that beat between your legs to grow violent and hungry. All he did was stare at you and speak to you like you were the only person in the entire world. Like there was nothing beyond the four walls of this room. 

“I’ll take care of you.” Oh Jesus. “Make you feel good…” you couldn't breathe anymore. Couldn’t think of anything except the man in front of you. “Give you more pleasure than he ever could. It’s the least I could do after you took such great care of my hand. Truly.”

You were about to drop to your knees right then and there. 

“And no one would ever find out?” You whispered, already feeling gooey and pliant, malleable to whatever he wanted from you. 

“No.” He dipped his thumb into your mouth, only until the very tip felt the wetness of your tongue. That little preview sent a shiver down his spine. Oh, the things he wanted to do with your pretty mouth. “It’s only for you and me.”

The taboo nature of the whole thing was a turn-on in itself. An older man, nearly 20 years older than you and your ex-boyfriend’s father. It was wrong on every level. So why was being a dirty little secret so fucking hot? 

“Okay…” you whispered. 

“Good girl.” 

You nearly moaned out loud at the praise, but you didn’t get the chance to because his bandaged hand was slipping from your mouth down to your neck, wrapping around it to pull you closer so he could kiss you. You both moaned on contact, feeling a rush of something as your mouths moved naturally.

A kiss had never been so effortless as it was now, never on the first time anyway. There was just something about the way Harry grabbed you, the way his hands ran over your body and touched you wherever he could, the way he groaned and kissed you like a starving man that was all so reminiscent of a passionate lover.

Harry kissed you like he had been waiting months to do so. 

You quickly led him towards the couch, tearing his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt on the way. It was a little clumsy but the kiss only broke when you reached the couch and pushed him to sit on it. You didn’t want to regret anything about this night. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and it would never happen again. 

“Eager?” He smirked, spreading his thighs to give his sore cock a little room to breathe before guiding you to straddle him. 

Letting out a little whimper at the feeling of his cock beneath you, you nodded and grabbed his face to kiss him again. But before you got anywhere, his bandaged hand darted out again and wrapped around your throat, stopping you from moving any further. 

“Harry…”

“Is that okay?” He murmured, sensing a little stutter in your voice as his hand flexed around your neck. “Gotta tell me or I’ll stop.”

“Yes…” you nodded eagerly, eyes fluttering when his fingers pressed a little harder against the sides of your throat. It was like an instant release of endorphins, pleasure running down your spine. 

“Do you like that, hmm? Like when my hand’s around your throat?” He hummed, wanting an enthusiastic response. Not just a nod. He wanted to know if you liked it, not just if you were okay about it. 

Edward never choked you, even when you asked for it. For someone as cocky and charismatic as he was, his tastes were quite vanilla. Sure, you orgasmed and he was a pretty good lover. But it never went further than a haste slap on your ass. 

“Yes…” you nodded again, sliding your hand over his. “I like it a lot, like it hard.” The words barely got out through your panting, feeling like an utter mess above him, desperate to get him to touch you or kiss you or anything. 

“Yeah?” Harry smirked, scanning his eyes over your face. “What else do you like?” He said it like he was asking himself the question, before looking right at you again. “Tell me what you want…” murmuring, he adjusted his hips beneath you and used his hand on your ass to press you harder against him. 

“You know what I want” you panted, trying to kiss him again.

Harry’s grip tightened around your throat in a warning, eliciting a whine that had him holding back a groan of his own. You were such an eager little thing. He hadn’t slept with someone so responsive in a long long time and he was enjoying every second of it.

“I don’t.” He tutted, “Tell me.”

“I want…” you blushed, feeling a little nervous to voice exactly what you wanted. It was always just implied. You wanted him to touch you, what else was there to say? “Touch me. Please.”

“Where?... How?”

Your brain was going into overdrive. Like everything he was saying was some foreign language that made you lose all train of thought and use of the English language. 

“I don’t… I-”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He cocked his head, waiting for your response. There was a taunt in his tone that had your stomach dropping. You nodded. “So say it.”

“I want you to kiss me.” You whispered, feeling like your brain was growing smaller and smaller with every interaction. There was something so powerful and dominating about his demeanour. Even the way he looked at you made you feel small.

You had never felt anything like it before in your life. Like he was in total control and you had none. Even if he was asking you what you wanted. 

“What else?” 

“Um…”

It was clear to him what you needed. He thought you’d be a little more confident in bed. Even the way you pushed him onto the couch and climbed on top of him told him so. But it was clear that what you really needed was to be told what you wanted. To be guided, supported, to be taken care of. 

Flexing his hand around your neck, he pulled you closer so his lips brushed against yours.

“Would you like me to taste you? To get your pretty little pussy all over my tongue? To make you come into my mouth? Because I want that.” His eyes scanned your face, taking in the way your eyes were softening with every word, the way you tensed above him. He could practically feel the pulse of your pussy over his pants. “Do you?”

“Yes…” you whispered, feeling like your lust was overcoming every other sense in your body. 

“Yeah?” He cooed, “Would you like me to use my fingers too? To stretch you out and get you ready for m’cock?”

The way he was speaking to you had you dying of desperation. You needed him violently. 

“Uhuh”

“Do you even want my cock? You gotta say it, sweetheart, otherwise Daddy won’t know, hmm?”

You gasped a little, clenching again above him. Fuck. He felt it. At your reaction, he had to restrain himself from pushing you face down onto the couch and fucking you until you cried. God, you were perfect for him. “D’you like that? Wanna call me Daddy, princess?”

You nodded. You never thought you’d like to call someone daddy but god, it just fit. Harry had always given Daddy energy since the day you met him, it was a wonder you never fantasised about it until you were straddling his lap. 

“Say it.” He murmured, squeezing his fingers on the side of your neck to make it all woozy. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want your cock… Daddy… please.”

“Mmh, good girl, sweetheart.” He smirked. And then somehow it was like the snap of a rubber band, an instant change where he pulled your mouth to meet his. 

He was quick to tuck his hands under your ass, hoisting you upwards so he could get off the couch. You were a little startled at how strong he was and clung onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist to hold on. 

Harry remembered where your room was from the first time he was here and was quick to carry you into there. You expected him to chuck you on the bed, to climb on top of you and take you, but he sat on the edge instead and broke off the kiss. 

“Stand up and take your clothes off.” 

“What?” You breathed. 

“If this is going to work, you need to do as I say. Understand, baby? I’ll take care of you if you’re a good girl f’me. Don’t you want to be a good girl, y/n?” 

You nodded, but he didn’t seem happy with that answer. “Words.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He gave you a firm peck then pressed his hands behind him on the bed, looking at you expectantly. You climbed off his lap and started removing your clothes. There weren’t many layers, a t-shirt, shorts and your underwear. But with every layer and every inch of newly exposed skin, you were getting more nervous and turned on. 

“God you’re gorgeous.” He praised, watching you while sliding his shirt off so his chest was bare to you. He threw it on the floor carelessly, his muscles contracting with every step. You didn’t think it was possible to sleep with a man with a better body than Edward. He was built and tan, gorgeous really. 

But he clearly got it from his father. Harry’s body was better, stronger, with defined muscles in places you didn’t know muscles could be defined. 

You swallowed thickly, eyes widening at the sight of all his tattoos. You saw them earlier, and you’ve seen them peeking out of shirts before but never like this. All tan and chest, the black ink of his artwork contrasted perfectly against his skin. It was sinful. 

Suddenly you were more worried about getting more of him naked, that you barely noticed how exposed you were to him. 

He undid his belt next and popped open the button and zipper of his pants to provide a bit of relief for his cock before leaning back on his elbows. “Come here.”

“Where?” You asked softly, stepping closer. Your eyes landed on his hard cock pressing through the undone zipper of his pants, still hidden by his underwear. God, he was big. The thought had your thighs clenching. 

“Right here.” He tapped his mouth then laid fully on his back. “Now, y/n. Wanna taste you.” 

You felt your heartbeat in your ears but you ignored the nerves and climbed on top of him. He grabbed onto your hips to guide you forward until your knees were on either side of his head. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking down at him. 

The view was obscene. His hair littered with those gorgeous greys was splayed out on the bed and he was looking between your hovering pussy and your eyes. He had this sick smirk playing on his lips and his hands were caressing up the back of your thighs and ass. 

“Never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” 

His fingers dug into your ass making your skin burn as he dragged you down onto his mouth a moment later. The pleasure was instant because Harry wasted no time in sliding his tongue over your clit. 

He groaned against you, that first taste and smell of you hitting his senses like a fucking truck. It was all around him, as was the sweet melody of your moans echoing around the room. 

You were hesitant at first. Trying to keep yourself hovered ever so slightly so your full weight wasn’t on his face. But he wasn’t having it. He drew his bandaged hand back and spanked you harshly, making your howl of pain break free from your pleasure. 

“Harry. Your h-hand.” You sputtered, feeling worried about the knuckles you just bandaged. It was only a smidge of worry, because that burning beat left behind from Harry’s spank was only spurring on your pleasure. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He spanked you again and this time your hips planted properly onto his face, giving into his desire. Harry groaned hungrily against you, slurping against your clit before he tilted his head back so he could speak and catch his breath. “I like the pain y/n. Just like I like when you sit on my mouth not give yourself a cramp.” 

You smiled at his teasing, looking down at him while threading your fingers in his hair. He wrapped his lips around your clit, making direct eye contact with you as you gasped. 

Your hips moved on their own, like you finally let go of that nagging voice in your head telling you that you were going to suffocate him by accident. He seemed to like that, because he spanked you in encouragement and dug his fingers into your ass cheek to grind you harder against him. 

With every grind, every tug of his hair and suckle on your clit you were getting closer and closer to coming. It was a wet and filthy experience, your arousal dripping down Harry’s chin and soaking his face. You could feel it down your thighs, his stubble scratching against your delicate skin with every jaw movement, every grind. 

He met your movements with his own, keeping one on your ass as the other moved up your belly to your breast. The moment his hand grabbed it your head tilted back in ecstasy as your orgasm rocked through you with no warning. 

Harry watched your mouth open in a cry. You placed your hand over his on your breast and squeezed, chanting ‘daddy’ over and over while he carried you through it with his tongue. 

“Good girl, baby. God, you taste so fucking good.” Harry praised, spanking you before tilting his head back to catch his breath. His soft pants fanned your pussy and it had you shivering over him. 

“What do you say? Huh?” He tutted, pinching your nipple in a scold. 

“T-thank you.”

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

He smirked beneath you and without warning pulled you back onto his mouth. After a harsh suck on your clit, he spanked you quickly. It wasn't a punishment this time. Just because he liked the sound of his hand hitting your flesh… your soft skin rippling when he hit it. 

“‘M gonna fuck you with my fingers now, darling. Like you wanted. And you’re gonna sit here and give me another orgasm. Understand?” 

“Uhuh.” You nodded, crying softly when his lips met your clit again. He spanked you again and this time it was as a punishment. “Yes, Daddy.” You corrected, immediately knowing what the problem was. 

Harry couldn’t help but hum against you as a reward, crawling his fingers down from your ass to trace over your entrance. You were learning fast. He liked that. 

What he liked more though, was how you shook and whined when he circled your entrance with his two fingers and pressed them into you at once. He curled them into you at the angle he knew you’d like and was pleased with how you gasped out for him.

Every little sound was spurring him on and he fucking loved it.

He worked his fingers into you, feeling you drip more and more down his hand with every movement. All while his tongue continued to trace over your clit, using the same pace as earlier. Harry was quick to realise what worked for you.

“Ohh, Daddy. Just like that” You whimpered, grinding down to meet his fingers and mouth. Your hands worked through his hair, tugging and playing with it while your eyes remained closed. You were a little too fucked out to keep them open already. You couldn’t imagine what you were going to feel like when he fucked you properly.

“Doing so good, sweetheart. Fucking squeezing around m’fingers. Getting them all wet. Gonna do that to my cock, too. Aren’t you, y/n?”

“Uhuh… yes, Daddy.”

He groaned against you, realising just how much it messed with his head every time you called him daddy. Harry wasn’t sure he’d ever recover, or be able to hear you call him anything else. 

“Go on.” He spanked your ass, causing his fingers to hit your g-spot suddenly and roughly. “Make yourself come. Show me how bad you want it.”

You sighed out, keeping a hand in his hair while the other held onto your bed frame behind his head. Your body moved on its own, almost forgetting it was a face you were grinding on while you chased your own pleasure. 

Harry was in heaven. Groaning against you, sucking on your clit and fucking his fingers in the perfect spot. It was all too much. Part of him even hoped you’d sit there and let him suffocate in your pussy. As long as you got an orgasm out of it, he’d gladly let life slip from his fingers. Especially if those fingers were deep inside you like they were now. 

It always took you longer to reach your second orgasm. The first was the best. But with Harry your body seemed to produce that sparkly pleasure at an alarming rate. Maybe it was how taboo this situation was, how naughty and wrong it was to sleep with your ex-boyfriend's dad. 

If it were anyone else, it might’ve felt wrong. But It didn’t. It felt liberating. Right. 

Maybe it was that safety and comfort Harry always provided. How he took care of you. He was certainly taking care of you now, all the way into another core-clenching earth shattering orgasm that had your body folding over in a cry. 

“That’s it. Good girl, Angel.” Harry cooed, guiding you down on your back beside him before crawling over you. He kissed up your body, leaving a trail of your arousal until he was hovered over you. “Did so good.” 

Harry brought his cum soaked fingers to your lips, watching you open your mouth to welcome them in. The way you did it without him asking was sending his head into a spin and all he could think about was what your mouth would look like welcoming his cock instead. 

“God, you’re perfect.” He groaned, swapping his fingers with his mouth to kiss you. His lips and facial hair were soaked and he had no issues sharing your arousal with you. His tongue slid into your mouth effortlessly, gaining quick dominance while his other hand caressed up and down your body. 

Harry was calming you down and working you up all at the same time. Kissing him felt like your first makeout session as a teenager. Giddy and exciting, feeling like the start of something even though you and your teenage self knew this was only a fleeting thing. 

Your hand found his hair, sliding in the side and gripping softly while your legs wrapped around his hips. You could feel his cock press against you, eliciting the hottest moan you had ever heard from Harry. You were just so wet and hot against him. It was killing him. 

“Please, Daddy.” You sighed, scratching at his chest. You tugged at that cross necklace dangling onto your chest, your bodies so close the cool silver hit you right on your sternum. 

“What did we talk about, y/n?” He asked, breaking the kiss to dip his mouth down to your neck. You knew exactly what he was talking about. Still, you felt a little nervous even though you were fucking desperate for him. 

Head tilting back, you gave him further access to your neck, pausing before panting out the words you said before. “Please can I have your cock. I…” you swallowed your nerves. “Need it so bad.”

Drawing back, he pressed his hands on your shoulders to keep you lying flat before running them down your chest to your hips. You wiggled under his grip, feeling completely vulnerable under his gaze. 

“How do you want it, hm? This is your revenge after all. Think you can decide how you want m’cock” he smirked, sitting back on his haunches. 

He was practically bursting out of his pants, his cock painfully hard. You could see a little patch of precum soaked through the expensive black Calvin’s and all you wanted to do was taste it. 

“Wanna be on top. For a bit.” You swallowed thickly. 

You had thought about riding him constantly since this whole encounter started. How he’d look sat back with his arms across the back of the couch or behind his head. That boyish smirk on his lips, or his mouth dropped open while he watched you bounce over him. 

Ugh… then he’d take over. Grab your hips real hard and fuck up into you…

“I can make that work.” Harry smirked, using his hands on your hips for balance to lean over and kiss you quickly. It was a movement that jarred you a little, but you barely had a chance to worry about it because he was already off the bed and removing his pants and Calvin’s in one swift movement. 

Your mouth drew slack looking at him. It wasn’t just his muscles that were better than Edward’s. It was everything. 

“When you look at me like that, angel…” he groaned, getting back onto the bed once his shoes and socks were off. There was something so attractive about his bandaged hand. You didn’t understand why you liked it so much. “Well.” He tutted, swiping his thumb over your mouth once he was close enough. “You don’t look so innocent anymore.” 

“Please.” You whispered, not wanting to wait any longer. 

He let out a soft chuckle and settled beside you, grabbing onto your hand to guide you on top of him. You straddled his thighs gently, eyes wide as he wrapped his hand around your throat. It was gentle. Just a reminder on who was in charge even though you were the one on top of him. 

“You’re on birth control, aren’t you?” He asked, running his thumb over your mouth. God, you loved when he did that. You nodded, humming out a soft ‘yes daddy’. “Good. Then go on.” He nudged, “grab m’cock. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

“Uhuh.” You nodded, voice soft. Harry smirked and leaned back against the headboard, dropping his hands to your hips to just watch you. It was like he had read your mind and was fulfilling every fantasy you had of this exact moment. 

Harry looked so relaxed, so laid back. Even when your hand wrapped around his heavy prick, he looked as relaxed as ever. His jaw went slack and he let out a soft sigh, eyes flicking between his cock and your face while you lifted your hips to slide his head through your folds. 

“That’s it.” He praised, eyes heavy. “Fuck. You’re still so wet. Still not satisfied even after two orgasms, hm?” 

“No.” You shook your head, head tilting back when you pressed his head against your entrance. “Need it so bad, Daddy.” You were preempting the stretch. How big he was. His two fingers were nothing compared to the head of his cock and you were honestly a little nervous. 

“I know.” He cooed, “‘s alright. You can do it. It’s all for you, y/n. I’m all yours.” His thumb rubbed your skin and his gaze softened ever so slightly. There was something about the way he said it, what he said that had your heart beating at a million miles a minute. 

You needed to ignore your heart's reaction. So you kept one hand on his shoulder while the other guided his cock in place so you could drop your hips down. There was an instant echo of simultaneous moans around the room at the first push of him inside you. 

You kept dropping down, digging your nails into his shoulder to ground yourself as your hips finally met his. God he was so big inside you. You choked on a moan, head tilting back at the full ache, a beating thump of heat and pleasure rippling through your core. 

“God you’re so fucking tight. Gonna ruin me, you are.” Harry murmured, jaw clenched and fingers tight into your hips. He adored your body. Every fucking inch of it. 

“Harry… Daddy” you sighed, hands firmly grabbing his shoulders while you started moving your hips gently. It started as little grinds, back and forth movements that had you losing your breath. His cock fit you perfectly, too perfectly. Big and long, hitting spots so fucking well he didn’t even fit inside of you properly until you started lifting your hips up and down. 

“God, baby. Feel so good wrapped around me. So fucking good.” 

“Feels so good. Fuck.” Your voice came out as a whine, head tilting back while you held onto him for dear life. 

His body was tense beneath you, legs spread wide on the bed. He guided you up and down, squeezing your ass and hips, giving you a spank every now and then. The words he spat out were obscene and every single one made you delirious over him. 

“Look so fucking gorgeous like this. Like a fucking Angel.” Harry wrapped his lips around your nipple, biting down hard enough to make your whole body jolt over him. “Y’like that, huh? Like when it hurts a little?”

“Uhuh… Uhuh” you nodded blindly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. Your thighs were already burning and you yearned for him to take control, to follow through with his dominating and fuck you so goddamn hard you died on the bed. 

“Getting slower, hmm. Can feel it, y/n. You getting tired?” He mocked, sliding a hand into your hair at the nape of your neck and pulling it back roughly. He attached his lips to your skin, working on creating a pretty mark to show that you were his. At least for a little while. An hour or two. 

The bite of pain had you gasping out, clenching around him in response to his little bites and nibbles over your skin. It was a bit childish to be given hickeys like this, but you liked it. It would be a pain to cover at work tomorrow, sure, but you liked the thought of having a memory of this night. 

“Go on. Show me how badly you want it. Show Daddy that you want to come and I’ll take over.” Harry watched as you swivelled your hips harder, making your tits bounce faster right in his face. God, the way you squeezed around him with every bounce was fucking killing him. “That’s it.” He spanked your ass, kneading it to soothe the burn and guide you how he wanted you to move. 

“Fuck. That’s it.”

“Daddy… Daddy please” you whined out, desperately trying to get him to understand that you couldn’t bounce on him like this forever. Your legs were getting sore and the pleasure was building in a way that made you distracted and uncoordinated. You were losing momentum and control.

“What is it? What is it, huh? Need me to take over now? Had enough?” Harry grinned, baring his teeth along your neck. 

“Yes” you puffed, “yes, please.”

You were nudged onto your back a moment later, pressed to the mattress with his hand around your throat to pin you to the bed. He was quick to take control. To tell you to hold your knees to your chest so he could fuck into you at just the right angle to have you practically screaming out his name. Or rather, daddy. 

“Feels good doesn’t it? Fucking better than that prick.” It was the first time Edward came up since you two started touching each other. Yet for some reason, it didn’t turn you off being reminded of your cheating ex. It only turned you on further. This was to get back at him after all. Though, you forgot that was the whole idea of this the moment Harry’s lips touched yours for the first time. 

“Aren’t I right, sweetheart? Daddy does it better, don’t I?” 

“Yes.” You gasped. “So much better. So good. So so good.” 

It was so much different having Harry take control. Better. Rougher. God, all you could do was lay there and take it. Take every nudge against your g-spot. Take every bruising fuck that had your head thrown back in a cry. 

His thumb met your clit, causing an out of body reaction Harry wanted to memorise like a photograph, a video he could replay in his head over and over again. It was obscene and had him rocking harder into you like a feral man. 

Sliding his hand up your lower belly, right over your womb, he pressed his hand there to feel his cock poking through while his thumb kept plucking at your clit. “Feel that? Feel how fucking deep I am in you. How big? How good I fill you up?” Harry cooed, nearly losing his head at how good it felt to press his hand over your stomach, right where his cock was. 

You whined out pitifully, gasping as he pressed his fingers a little harder into the sides of your neck. That woozy feeling filled your brain, making everything brighter, harder, more alive than ever before. Your mind was slipping away, all thoughts disappearing except for Harry and his fucking dick inside you. 

You weren’t sure you’d be able to live without experiencing this again. 

“‘M close. ‘M close. Please” you babbled, unable to hold onto your knees any longer. They fell on either side of Harry’s hips, tense and shaking. Every thrust was deep in your belly, feeling hot and full beneath Harry’s hand. He pressed it harder against your stomach, feeling his own cock through your soft skin. 

“Come f‘me, y/n. Show Daddy how good you can be.” 

He kept his hips and thumb in an almost perfect sync, pleasuring you to your third orgasm in no time. Your legs locked around his hips, bark arched and hands fisting the duvet on either side of your head. 

Coming with a cry, your orgasm seemed to rock Harry towards his own. He was quick to pull out when your whines of pleasure turned into sensitivity and wrapped his fist around himself, jerking over your stomach until he released over your soft skin. 

His come coated your belly, all the way up to your breasts and a little on your neck. It was filthy. He was painted all over your skin and it messed with the fucked up part of his mind that hoped this would happen again. That it would be more than revenge over his son. 

“God, you did so good y/n. So fucking good.” He praised, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh as he slumped beside you. He angled your head, pulling you in for a soft kiss that felt all too romantic for your situation. 

“So did you.” You hummed, looking at him. “Haven’t come that hard from a man in a long time.” 

Harry smirked, feeling proud of the compliment. Looking down at your stomach, he slid a finger through his drying cum and brought it to your mouth. Like earlier, you grabbed his wrist and wrapped your pretty mouth around it, cleaning it all up with a moan. 

“I’ll get something to clean you up.” He whispered, nearly getting hard again at the little pop your mouth made when you let go of his finger. 

“Wait. I’ve got an idea. If you’re… if you’re okay with it too.” 

“What is it?” Harry looked at you curiously, brow a bit raised. 

“A photo.”

“A photo?” His eyes widened, misreading what you said. You didn’t seriously just ask him to take a photo, did you? It took an extra second for his brain to realise that you actually did ask that and it wasn’t some sick fantasy he was imagining. “Of what? Why?”

“I want to send it to Edward. I don’t want this to be a secret.” Your voice was hushed and you were getting more and more nervous as the words came out. He leaned in and stroked your cheek, curious about what you were going to say next. “I want him to know that you fucked me better than he ever could. That you’re better. That he lost.” 

Why was it so goddamn hot? You wanted to rub it in Edward’s face. You weren’t ashamed and though Harry would’ve gladly been your dirty little secret, he was happier to not be. 

“I did fuck you better, didn’t I?” He smirked, flicking his tongue against his teeth while he grabbed your face properly and squished your cheeks. “Tell me, angel. How do you want it?”

You were glad he hadn’t said no yet. Even though a dirty secret was fun, it didn’t really compare to Edward knowing his dad beat him in something again. That you beat him. 

“Like this…” you grabbed the same hand on your face and pulled it down to rest on the side of your stomach, right where Harry’s cum was. It was his left hand so that little cross tattoo and the anchor on his wrist were shown. They were the details that would tell Edward exactly who was in the picture with you. 

“Only a little bit. Nothing… exposing. Just enough so he knows.” You explained, propped up on one of your elbows while the other traced over the veins of his hand. 

“Good. I’m all for a bit of revenge but you need to protect yourself” Harry replied, squeezing your skin just a little bit. 

Harry knew what the ramifications of this could be. He knew his son would be angry, yeah. But he could take it to the extreme and spread the photo, spread lies or, well, the truth. That you two slept together. Harry had a feeling he’d never go through the embarrassment of people finding out his father stole his girlfriend, but Harry wanted to be prepared. 

“Yeah… Unless…” 

“Unless what?” Harry asked, keeping his hand still while looking at you. 

“You could take it… bigger. Just for me and… you.” You looked up at him, finding his gaze as intimidating as ever. “I’ll send a cropped version to Edward.” 

“You want me to have a photo of you?” He asked, clearly taken back. 

“I mean you don’t have to.” You back tracked, alarmed at his reaction. You were quick to remove your hand from his also, feeling stupid and immature. “It was just a… don’t worry it’s stupid. ”

“Y/n.” He tutted softly, cupping your face to force you to look at him. “I’ll gladly have a hundred photos of you. But you need to understand that I only have photos of women I’m seeing. Is that it? Do you want to keep seeing me?”

Harry’s eyes dropped to your mouth for a moment and you felt your heart hammering in your chest just like it did when he said that he was yours. You were reminded of how he wanted you to tell him what you wanted, to be honest. He’d take care of you if you were honest to him. 

“I think so. Do… do you?”

“Yes.” His reply was firm and quick, like he had already been thinking about it. “Only if your ‘think so’ is a firm yes.”

“It is.” You replied quickly, nodding just as fast. “It is a firm yes.” 

Harry smiled and drew you in for a deep kiss, pressing his chest against your side. It heated your body up, providing another physical reminder of your night together. A night that was going to progress to something you never expected. 

“Then I’m taking this photo, sending it to my bastard son and we’re taking a shower.” He kissed you again, a soft peck that made you feel all giddy inside. “How does that sound?” 

“Perfect.” 

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Toothpaste II

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Here on 1d1195.tumblr.com we throw ethics and patient-doctor boundaries out the window. Proceed with caution.

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Warnings: Some smutty thoughts and innuendos present. We're getting there... 🤭

Now she was situated in the chair once more; looking prettier than she did last week. Perhaps because she was no longer in pain. Harry felt a bloom of pride swell within him. Grateful he could take the tears and pain away from her. She was too pretty to be sad.

Harry was insistent that she come back in for him to check on her teeth and the cavity he filled. He wanted to make sure that everything was correct and that she wasn’t in pain. He was analyzing her X-rays and consulted his colleagues to see if there was something he was missing when it came to her susceptible teeth. The thought of her in pain—especially after making her cry for several moments during her appointment—made him utterly distraught.

It took every spare ounce of decorum and professionalism in him to not give her his personal phone number. When he read her new patient form that she submitted online, he thought he was just being kind. He didn’t have anything to do that particular Wednesday she needed to be seen, so to him it was no big deal. He thought she was exaggerating—not that he thought patients exaggerated in general, but the idea of her pulling her own tooth out in the hardware store...

There was a reason one of the secretaries had Harry look it over while she laughed at the hyperbolic words on screen. But when Harry saw her, something shifted inside him. He didn’t know she was going to be pretty. So pretty it was hard to believe her teeth were stuffed with so many fillings. He read her dental history for the better part of the hour waiting for her to arrive. It felt like he knew her. The little quips that she expressed in previous appointments: “I’m in pain. Again. I always thought it was a joke that dentists were sadistic. But I think you like seeing me here.”

But the physical beauty was more than he ever could have anticipated. She was dressed for her job, and she was stunning. It made him wonder how anyone managed to work at all. It was hard for him to focus on his job while he was looking into her mouth. He never wanted to kick himself more than making her answer her boss’s phone call. He could see the resignation in her eyes. If Harry hadn’t intervened, she would have gone back to work. Completely in pain and he wouldn’t have gotten to fix her up. Wouldn’t have convinced her to come back in a week to make sure everything was alright.

Now she was situated in the chair once more; looking prettier than she did last week. Perhaps because she was no longer in pain. Harry felt a bloom of pride swell within him. Grateful he could take the tears and pain away from her. She was too pretty to be sad.

“Good morning, love,” he smiled kindly. She grinned back.

“Good morning!” Her voice was cheerful.

Harry busied himself with putting on gloves, checking the computer, and making sure that everything was in place for his examination. “Y’seem t’be in better spirits,” he shouldn’t have felt so prideful. It was his job to fix teeth. But something about her made him feel that way. It wasn’t just that he made her feel better. It was the fact that she looked happier and more relaxed.

“I think you should refill all my current fillings. I wasn’t in any pain. Not even from the Novocain or anything,” she sounded proud herself. It was adorable. Harry was thinking the least professional things about that sweet face of hers and how badly he wanted to kiss her. It didn’t help that he would spend the better part of his examination staring at her mouth. It was a bad profession to fall in love with someone. A sweet gentle smile like hers? He was royally screwed—she didn’t even need to talk.

He chuckled at her assessment. “Thank you for the vote of confidence, love. S’kind,” he pulled the mask over his mouth and sat on the little stool and grabbed the little mirror and dental probe to press to start examining. She opened her mouth instinctively without him having to say a word. Of course it wasn’t otherworldly, but he thought she was. So, it meant something to Harry. It was silly and insane, but he couldn’t help it. She was adorable. It made him nauseous to think she’d be in pain and continue working. Moreover, working for that sorry excuse for a man that screamed at her loud enough Harry could hear through the phone pressed to her ear. “Feeling better?” He asked quietly.

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled around the tools in her mouth. “Muh bett-ah”

He smiled; grateful it was covered by the mask on his face. He was sure he was smiling at her the way he wasn’t supposed to. He was glad he had the glasses and light to hide the adoration that was surely in his eyes as he watched her. “Good,” he nodded firmly.

“I got laid off,” she said. “I didn’t even realize how much I hated it,” she shook her head with distaste coloring her features. “I loved my work, but I hated my job. Does that make sense? Probably not,” she shrugged with a giggle that made Harry almost gleeful with the sound. “But I went right to a temp agency, and I’ve already had two job interviews. My boss didn’t write me a letter of recommendation, but the HR woman was happy to do so for me. Apparently, she was really sad I was let go,” she frowned. “I guess I caused the least amount of drama in the entire building, and it was right of me to stick up for myself. That’s what sick time was for,” she bit her lip. “So, thank you.”

“Me?” Harry couldn’t contain the surprise on his face or in his voice. He pulled the mask from his mouth, removed the goggles and light. Confusion lined his face as he tilted his head at her. “I jus’ fixed y’cavity love. S’my job.”

“But you made me stay so you could do that. If you didn’t tell my boss off, I probably would have gone right back to the office before you had a chance to help,” she explained.

He was glad his assumption was right, but it made him sad. Frowning, he tutted disapprovingly at her. “Love, s’not good.”

She shrugged. “It’s irrelevant now. I’m happy for the first time in like two years. Money is a little stressful, but I got a severance to keep me afloat. They have to give me insurance through the end of the year or until I get a new job so...” she shrugged. “I have good references. Plus, I always have dental school,” her smile was so cute. Like a secret for just the two of them. It nearly made him blush.

He chuckled. “Well...m’glad y’happy. If y’have trouble finding a job let me know. I know people...and I was serious. I’d hire y’in a heartbeat.”

“I’d be useless, Dr. Styles. I know next to nothing about dentistry other than my own history—”

“Harry,” he said quietly. A reminder that he told her to call him that last week.

She bit her lip. “Harry,” she repeated just as soft. Like she wasn’t supposed to say it. “Anyway, thank you,” she repeated, gratefully. “But I think I need a little break. I took that job because I was fresh out of college and wanted my foot in the door. I can wait a minute before taking a new job. I can research and make sure I don’t just like my work but my job too.”

God, he wanted to kiss her. “Well, m’offer stands,” he started to remove his glove from his hand.

“Actually,” she said and pointed to one of her molars in the back of her mouth. Harry left the glove in place. “One of my old fillings has a rough edge, could you look at it? I was so stressed-out last time I didn’t even get to ask.”

“Who was this dentist, love?” He frowned. She giggled sweetly leaning back in the chair. Harry grabbed the little mirror off the tray of tools. He didn’t replace his goggles or his mask. He just reached gently for her lower jaw and held the mirror in front of her lips. “Open.”

“Not even dinner first?” She asked quietly, with a smile. It was a reflex. Flirty and inappropriate beyond his wildest imagination. This time he did actually blush. His own lips parted, and his eyes flicked to hers unsurely and he almost released her jaw. “Oops,” she giggled, feigning innocence. Harry was so startled he didn’t know what to say to her. The words were lost. She flirted with him. It made the pit of his stomach flutter with butterflies and his heart skipped a beat. How was she so casual about it? She was so cute and so pretty he couldn’t believe it. “Sorry,” she whispered more seriously. “It just slipped out,” she promised. “I’ll be professional,” she assured him, straightening her posture and her eyes seemed to lack the light and playfulness that he witnessed only seconds before.

But he didn’t want her to be professional. He wanted to make another joke. Or lock the exam room door and take her up on the offer. But he needed to relax before his scrubs left little to the imagination for her innuendo and how it affected him below the waist. He cleared his throat and peered in her mouth trying to focus on the task when all he could focus on was how pretty her mouth was open and waiting for him.

He shook his head. “Fuck, love,” he mumbled.

“S-tha bah?” She asked around the tools in his mouth. Her eyes widening with fear again like they did last week.

“No,” he shook his head. “S’nothing. I’ll fix y’up in a minute,” he mumbled removing his hands and turned back to the computer to occupy his mind and hands before he did something stupid.

“A dentist has never cursed at my teeth,” she continued.

“Mm,” he was trying to play it cool. He didn’t want to think about what she said. Even though it was adorable and funny. Even if it was on the inappropriate side.

But Harry didn’t care if it was inappropriate.

“I have. God,I have,” she shook her head. “Sometimes I think I should just get dentures. But I need better insurance for that.” He didn’t even crack a smile, staring at his computer, trying to keep his composure. “Me and this mouth,” she mumbled. “Between what I say and my teeth I just always ruin something here.”

“Y’didn’t,” he sighed. “Y’didn’t ruin anything,” he murmured.

“You won’t even look at me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was inappropriate and honestly rude. You’re a professional. You’re taking care of my teeth doing my job. I’ve dealt with enough sexual harassment seminars in the workplace to know that was out of line and I shouldn’t—”

“I liked it,” he turned to her and caught her gaze, cutting her sentence off. Her lips were partially open, not helping any of the inappropriate fantasies that were plaguing his mind at all. She was speechless. Harry thought it was the first time in their two meetings that he had seen her speechless. “M’not supposed to.”

“Right,” she whispered quietly. “I’m sorry,” her cheeks flushed with the same pink color as the bubblegum toothpaste that the little ones requested in the office. “I...I won’t do it again,” she promised looking at her lap shyly.

“S’not what I meant. It was funny and cute,” he smiled at her. The first sign he was breaking when he really shouldn’t have. But she was a consenting adult. There weren’t any explicit laws in thinking she was cute and adorable. He wanted to get to know her more. It just wasn’t his best idea. Sighing, he rubbed his jaw. Caution to the wind. “Can I take you to dinner?”

She smiled, and despite so many cavities when he could clearly see her gums and teeth were otherwise so well taken care of, she had the best smile. A perfect smile. All that dental work must have stressed her beyond belief. There was a mischievous glint in her eye, and he should have known the second he suggested they get dinner what she would say. But he was so enamored already he wasn’t thinking clearly, obviously. In just two short appointments it was easy to see she made his mind all jumbled. But he should have known already what she would say, all the same.

“Just so I’ll open wide?”

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