#dom!harry x subby!reader

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Daddy's Pretty Girl | dom!daddy!h

Summary: Harry just wants to make his princess happy OR The story of you and Harry, how you met, and all the rest.

A/n: Requested! This was previously posted on Patreon!

Word Count: 4,385

Warning: Smut, cock warming, exhibition kink (public), daddy kink, DDlg (consented and role play understood), dom/sub dynamic

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“Princess? What are you doing?” Harry spoke calmly as he placed his hands on your hips while you balanced yourself on the counter to reach the tallest cupboard.

“I can’t reach this high so I had to climb up here to get something.”

“And why didn’t you ask me for help? Hmm?” He gripped you in his hands and pulled you down to the floor safely.

You’d been caught red-handed. Well, sort of. You hadn’t quite found what you were looking for before Harry noticed you climbing on the counter. It was the package of butter shortbread cookies with the strawberry jam and cream in the center that you were trying to find. Harry hid them from you because every time he brought home your little treats you’d ruin your appetite for dinner and so it was just easier for him to put them somewhere you couldn’t find them.

Pouting you kicked your bare foot against your shin, “Just didn’t want to bother you.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his bottom into the counter as he smirked at you, “Oh is that so? And what were you looking for then?”

You shrugged and looked up at him with your sweetest softest eyes as you bit your lip. He knew what you were looking for. He didn’t even need to ask.

Harry sighed and walked past you to the pantry and reached to the tall shelf pulling down your treats. You smiled widely and clasped your hands together, waiting patiently for him to dole out a few of them to you.

“You don’t have to sneak around, Princess. If you want a little treat I’ll give you a little treat. Just ask. But tell Daddy why he hides these from you. Want to make sure you remember.”

Nodding you responded, “Cause I’ll eat the whole box. Then I won’t eat my dinner. And my tummy always hurts after.”

“That’s right. Because you’re like a little puppy with no off switch when it comes to your treats. You’d inhale the whole package if given the chance.”

“But I just wanted one this time. Promise.”

“You never just want one, Y/n,” he took your chin in his hand, “How many do you want?”

“Can I have three?”

Harry smiled and let go of your chin as he reached into the package and pulled out four of your cookies, handing them to you. He always gave you an extra.

“Thank you, Daddy!” You bit into the first one, the buttery crust of the cookie crumbling into the tart strawberry jam with the cream coating your tongue. “Mmmm…”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Don’t climb up on the counters like that anymore. Okay? Can’t have you getting hurt over a $5 box of biscuits.”

You sighed and nodded as you chewed your next bite and then followed Harry up to his office where he was finishing work. When he sat down in his chair you sat in his lap and popped the next cookie into your mouth. Harry was used to you interrupting his work and sitting in his lap. He didn’t mind it. In fact, he preferred having you in his lap as often as possible.

“Don’t forget we’re going out tonight. I want you to wear that yellow dress I laid out for you on the bed. Okay?”

You crunched your bite and nodded as you leaned back into Harry’s chest and watched his computer screen as he did whatever it was. You didn’t really even know exactly what he did for work. Something about trading money and buying and selling things or funds or… he tried explaining it to you a few times but it went over your head. All you knew was that he got to work from home and he made a lot of money.

Life was good with Harry. You never imagined you’d have it so good. You didn’t have it easy when you were growing up. When you graduated high school you worked full-time so you could pay rent and buy food. You moved away from your dad the moment you had the chance. He was abusive and mean and he scared you.

So you didn’t go to college because your priority was to get away from your dad which meant you’d need to pay rent for a place to live. But you struggled for a long time. You only made minimum wage and you had no friends or any other family to ask for help. Your dad saw to it that any friends you made didn’t stick around.

And back then, even as hard as it had been working menial jobs and living in a rundown apartment barely scraping by, you were free from your dad. Sure things were expensive and you couldn’t always buy groceries, but you could sleep at night knowing you were safe.

But everything changed for you when you got a job as a waitress at a swanky little downtown joint. High rollers wearing expensive watches and Italian shoes would come in with large wads of cash. And the best part was that the tips they left were very very generous.

In a way, it was your lucky break. You started making a living wage when tips were included in your check and you bought yourself a used car with cash. You were able to afford health insurance, a few nice outfits, and could finally have a refrigerator full of food.

It felt like you were living in the lap of luxury. You weren’t, but you’d never felt such freedom in your life. Waitressing was a good gig for you. You were bubbly and nice and often remembered the names of your usuals. They loved it when you remembered their names.

One night, it was an extra busy shift and you’d been struggling to keep up a bit since two people had called in and you were running around every which way trying to make sure all your tables were well taken care of.

A group of four men were seated in your section and you greeted them but one of them could tell you were flustered. Taking their drink orders you scribbled on your notepad what they wanted when one of the men reached out to pull at your apron, “Take a breath, Y/n.”

You squinted your eyes at him when he said your name. You had a nametag of course, so it wasn’t like some crazy thing that he’d know your name, but your guests didn’t normally say your name to you unless they were regulars. And this man was not a regular.

“I’m serious. Take a deep breath, with me,” he kept his dazzling green eyes pinned to yours as he inhaled and you followed his lead, inhaling and then he exhaled, his breath falling from his pink lips. “See? That wasn’t bad, was it? Now, remember to keep breathing. Inhale, exhale.”

You smiled at the handsome man, “Thank you.”

“My name’s Harry.”

You giggled pointed at your name tag, “Y/n. As you know.”

“Beautiful name.”

Somehow Harry had made your busy and hectic night one of the best nights you’d ever had at the restaurant. He was so thoughtful and gentle with you. And he was handsome as hell. Tall and well built, nice hair, big hands…

So when he showed up a week later you were out of your mind giddy because he was in your section. And his genuine warmth had you flushing hot and made you all exasperated and blubbering your words.

Only that second night, instead of just paying the tab and leaving with a wave goodbye he walked up to you and handed you his card as he softly dragged his fingers over your wrist, “When’s your next day off?”

“Tomorrow,” you inhaled as you looked up at him.

“Call me tomorrow.”

So you did, obviously. And really the rest is history. Harry swept you off your feet and took such good care of you that now here you were two years later and still just as smitten with him as the day you met him.

. . .

You loved getting dressed up and going out with Harry, your big strong man who treated you like a princess. You were spoiled and doted on by him and when he took you out he was always so protective of you. Keeping your hand in his or his arm over your shoulder to hold you close.

He normally helped you pick your outfits too. You usually went with whatever he chose to make him happy. He liked having access to your skin so he could squeeze you and touch you which meant he liked you in short dresses and skirts the most. And anything that kept your shoulders bare so he could kiss them.

And depending on what kind of outing it was, he’d let you know if you were allowed to wear your panties or not. That was one decision you were not allowed to make.

Harry pulled out a pair of cotton panties with little hearts all over. Something that covered your bum in case the flimsy material of your short dress rose up.

“Gotta keep your tush covered tonight, Princess,” he said as he pointed at the bed, gesturing for you to sit down so he could help you put your panties on.

“Okay, Daddy,” you bit your lip as Harry knelt down on the floor in front of you and lifted up one of your bare feet, sliding the opening upward and then repeating on your other leg.

He liked to make a show of how he did it. Slow and teasing. He brought the fabric up to just below your knees and ran his hands up your thighs as he kept his eyes on yours, “Doesn’t mean Daddy won’t want to play with you, though. Pussy’s so good for me s’hard to resist. Maybe we’ll have you in my lap again. Let you sit on my cock right in front of all your friends. And you’ll be a good girl just like last time and keep quiet and not shift all around. How’s that sound? Wanna warm Daddy’s cock tonight when the time is right?”

You nodded and grinned, “Oh my god… I loved it when we did that so much. Love that no one knew except you, Daddy.”

By the time Harry had helped you into your panties, you were already slick from the dirty things he was saying to you and the way he was running his thumbs so close to your pussylips but just missing where you wanted to be touched.

You were meeting friends out for trivia night at the little pub that served the best pizza in town. Harry had his hand wrapped around yours as you both greeted everyone and sat at the booth with them all.

You weren’t sure how it would be possible to cock warm Harry given how many people were smushed into the booth with you both but when he pulled you into his lap, grunting, “S’not enough room, get up in m’lap,” you understood he wasn’t going to let you worry about all that. Harry was in charge. He would figure out how it would work. All you had to do was sit there, perched on his lap looking pretty.

He didn’t make a move to undo his pants or adjust you at all, first just feeling everyone out as you sat with your plush bottom over his thighs and ordered your vodka lemonade.

When the cards were all passed out and the trivia questions began to pop up on the screen everyone had their teams ready. All your friends knew better than to ask which team you wanted to be on because they already knew your answer would be that you were on whatever team Harry was on.

Maybe it was a little pathetic but you honestly didn’t care. He was the love of your life and your best friend. He loved you so much and treated you like you were the best thing that’d ever happened to him and so of course you were going to choose to be with Harry. Even if it was just for a trivia game at a bar.

His big palm splayed across your bare thigh as he whispered into your ear, “I love you.” You wiggled into him and turned to whisper back, “Love you, Daddy.”

It was sickening to everyone around you but also kind of cute in a way. You two were that couple. PDA was part of the package deal if they wanted to hang out with you. The first six months everyone kind of laughed it off. They said you two would chill out once the honeymoon phase was over. But here you were nearly 2 years later and if anything you two were even more touchy-feely.

Trivia nights were once a month. Harry liked to make sure you were spending time with other people and not just him. He wanted you to have friends and get out as much as you could.

When the game started and the pizza was plated you felt Harry’s arm slide around the front of your waist as you wrote down the answer that was discussed between your team. You were always the one in charge of writing down the answers.

“Take it easy on that vodka lemonade, Princess. Need you to have your wits about you when we get home. Okay?”

You nodded and turned to whisper in his ear, cupping around the back of it so no one could read your lips, “When are you gonna stuff me with your big cock, Daddy? Want you inside of me.”

Harry grunted and pinched your thigh shushing at you before he gulped down the last of his water. Harry didn’t drink when you two went out if he was driving. He let you drink but he didn’t like to have any alcohol in his system if he was going to be behind the wheel.

When the game was nearly coming to an end and your team was winning the final round the final category was music, as usual. 30 seconds of a song you had to guess was played for 10 songs. You could double your points if you knew both the name of the artist and the name of the song.

This was the part of the night when the people were boozed up and laughing.

Mel, who was sitting to Harry’s left tapped his arm, “Gotta go take a leak, mind if I scooch out?”

You and Harry had to move to let Mel out but when you both got back into the booth you scooted further in and realized Harry’s cock was solid under your bum. You leaned forward, putting your elbows onto the table, and felt Harry spread your skirt over his lap before he lifted his hips and the next song to guess came over the speakers.

You were distracted by Harry’s movements so you weren’t taking note of the song at all until Gessie poked your wrist with her finger, “So I think that was Bruce Springsteen. But what’s the song?” She snapped her fingers and looked at the other person who was on your team. As the pair were discussing which song it could be you felt the warm, stiff flesh of Harry’s dick under your thigh and you lifted just a bit to blurt out the name of a song you thought of off the top of your head, “Glory Days?”

Your panties were pulled to the side before you felt Harry’s fingers slip through your puffy, wet folds and then he pulled at your hips to draw you back toward him, only this time instead of sitting on his lap, you slowly, slowly slid over his cock. Your skirt was covering him and everything happening underneath.

You sighed when you had him stuffed inside of you and he panted softly into your ear, “Don’t wiggle around too much. Just sit still like a good girl.”

See, wiggling too much might have Harry coming. It’d happened before. The first time you cock warmed him in public (yes, there were multiple occurrences) you were so turned on and flustered that you kept swaying back and forth and squeezing around him. And he tried holding you in place but the whole experience of doing something like that in public was new for both of you. You were both excited and it didn’t help that you were pulsing around him and softly moaning.

When he came he had to act like you’d elbowed him in the gut when someone asked if he was okay. His pained expression and groan were easily played off as something rather innocent.

But Harry preferred coming inside of you only when it was an appropriate time. Usually in private but sometimes in the sex club you both frequented. You did have an exhibitionism kink so fucking at the sex club while others watched was welcome. But not at a local bar during trivia night.

When Mel returned you and Harry didn’t need to move as he sat at the end. You struggled to write down the last few answers as you began to pant softly and felt the liquid from your pussy dribble down.

“I’m gonna get your pants all messy, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

Harry rocked his hips up and you gasped as he adjusted your seating and pulled you closer, “It’s fine baby. You’re doing so good for me.”

And as much as you loved the thrill of secretly cock warming Harry like you were, there was always the issue of parting. If anyone was sat too close they’d see Harry’s cock in all its glory once you removed yourself from him. So you had to be careful about how it was done. Normally you’d order one last drink just as everyone else was paying their bill and getting ready to leave, that way when you two were the last to leave no one really wondered why since you still had a full drink to get through.

And that’s what you did this time as well. Mel hung around for a bit and you just hoped he couldn’t tell you were practically trembling from the way Harry’s cock was splitting you in half right in front of the guy as he yammered on about his job with Harry.

Your skin was hot and you were nearly drooling into your vodka lemonade at the way it felt.

You could tell Harry was at his wits end as well. You’d feel him throb every now and then. The small grunts he’d let out were also a good signal that he was struggling just as much as you were.

The moment Mel slid out of the booth and waved goodbye Harry’s hand was up, motioning to the waiter to ask for the bill for you two. He held your hips and rocked upward a couple of times before he began to pull out of you, “Nice and easy. Oop, stop right there,” he tightened a hand on your hip to keep you steady as he slid his pants up and kept your skirt covering the action.

You were a wobbly, sighing mess of a girl as he got you into his car and took you home.

“Daddy’s gonna take care of you baby. Gonna take away that achiness inside, yeah?” He spoke to you as you were pulled into the house before he lifted you up and carried you to the bed.

You were in a hurry. You needed him right then as you whined and began to pull at your panties but Harry swatted at your thigh, “Let Daddy do it. You just lie there and look pretty for me. My little Princess doesn’t need to lift a finger.”

That was the norm. He preferred you to lay comfortably all spread out underneath him while he did all the work.

He loved the sight of you. Your skin was hot and your limbs were already shaking with need by the time he finally began to lick your pussy. Soft strokes with his tongue only got you even more worked up and had you whimpering and fussing about, “P… please! Daddy!!”

Harry grinned into your pussy, pushing his briefs down his muscled thighs, lips wrapped around your clit as you bucked up into him and pulled at his hair. You were a mess. You needed one thing and one thing only.

“Daddy I need your cock, now!! I’m gonna die if I don’t get it! Oh my god, you’re so mean!”

You felt puffs of air against your wet slit as he laughed and looked up at you, “You’re going to die are you? Wow. That sounds like it’s bad, baby. Tell Daddy what he did that was mean,” he leaned over you, his strong arm reaching over your body to knead at your tits.

You pouted and lifted your head to look at him. You hadn’t even realized he’d already removed his briefs so he was fully naked, cock thick and hard between his thighs, “You… you’re not giving me your dick. And I need it.”

Another breathy laugh fell from his lips, “But I was licking your pussy. Making sure you were ready for me, Princess. Can’t just fuck my pretty girl without her little pussy hole being ready first now can I?”

You sniffled and kept the sad pout on your face so he knew you meant business.

Harry moved his hand up to your chin and squeezed your cheeks, “Don’t pout. Daddy always gives his pretty girl exactly what she wants. Doesn’t he?”

You nodded with a whine.

“That’s right. So don’t be a dramatic bellyaching brat with me. I’m just loving on you, Princess. Trying to take care of you the best I can. You’re hard to please sometimes.”

“Am not!” You countered, your words smushed together as you said them.

Harry let go of your cheeks and you felt him knee up between your legs, his thick masculine thighs pushed against the insides of your thighs as he smoothed his thumb over your mound and down to your clit, “You are. But that’s okay. Because you’re my little princess, aren’t you? She needs her Daddy to take good care of her.”

You began to take shallow breaths into your lungs as you watched him wrap his big hand around his cock and look into your eyes as he reared back, “And Daddy always gives his pretty girl what she wants. Do you know why, baby?”

You sighed as you felt the tip of him press against your empty hole. You wanted it so bad you could taste it, “Because I’m a good girl. Cause you love me, Daddy.”

“Fucking right, Princess. Daddy loves you,” he pressed into you, the girth of him opening your channel in one satisfyingly agonizing plunge. He didn’t snap his hips, but he drove into you until he was finally surrounded, encased fully in your pussy. And as he pulled you close to his chest he continued rocking into you with slow, languid strokes. Full length. He’d pull out to his tip and fuck back into you without pause until he met your cervix and he’d do it again. Nothing hard or fast. Just strong, deep, and teasingly slow.

His breath was on your face as he looked down into your eyes, “God… how’d I get so lucky, huh? Someone who needs me just as much as I need her.” He rolled into you slowly, the sopping mess between your legs just proving his point.

He fucked you dumb most nights. But some nights he was tender and warm. Sometimes he liked to take it slow and gaze into your eyes as he slid himself in and out of you, calling you his princess, his pretty girl, baby…

“Mm… me too!” You breathed out, “So lucky, Daddy. I love you…”

He dropped his lips to your neck as he continued fucking into you at the same pace he had been. Dripping wet, sticky, deep thrusts as you both panted.

You began to buck your hips upward to meet each of his thrusts. You couldn’t help the motion your hips were making as you moaned when Harry took your breast into his mouth.

He sucked on your nipple and felt your cunt squeezing him tight. You were so close already, like he knew you would be. You’d gotten all worked up cock warming him earlier and now you were gagging for it.

“You’re like a little slip-and-slide, pretty girl. Pussy all slippery and soaking wet just for my cock.”

“Uhnnnghh…” you groaned as you felt your insides begin to tingle and sparkle.

“You can come, Princess. Come on Daddy’s cock. I know you want to,” he panted, his own orgasm about to burst, “Easy there…”

You began to shake, your tummy tensed and your pussy clamped down as you sputtered out your words, “Coming! C… ffffuuu… Daaaaady!”

The beautiful spiral of your orgasm wiped you out as Harry continued fucking into you, his cock spreading your walls apart as you spasmed over him, “Pretty girl… so fucking good for Daddy…”

But he could only last so long himself until he was pinning you to the bed with his hips, cock buried deep as he dumped his fertile come into your pulsing hole, “Fuck! Fuck… oh shit…” his face twisted up in bliss.

It had been a bit of a quickie. But who could blame you? After suffering through what you had to during trivia, you both needed relief.

You ran your fingers into his hair and he nuzzled into your neck with a sigh. You both needed a minute to gather your bearings.

When you felt Harry shifting and pulling back so he could look down at you he slid a hand around to your bottom, “Let’s go get your cookies, baby,” he squeezed at your bum as you sat up.

“How many can I have?” You bounced on your bottom before you began to scoot to the end of the bed to hop off.

“As many you want, Princess.”

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[planet-hwa]

can i request pervy roommate seonghwa who loves taking upskirt pictures of you and steals your panties. he got caught snooping in your room and you decide to punish him.

a subby seonghwa would be great. reader doesnt have to be dom but hwa loves it when shes mean to him.

thank you for your time! 🫶🏻

୨୧  corrupted thoughts – 성화

summary     although you were no more than roommates, seonghwa was obsessed with you — completely infatuated by your mere existence. along with the pure admiration he had towards you, it also came with the immoral perverted thoughts that filled his mind every time he caught your scent…

pairing     roommate!seonghwa x reader genre     university/college au [only the reader, seonghwa is a few years older], a lot of perverted smut… my apologies word count    3.7k -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ warnings     MDNI !!  obsessedperv!seonghwa, reader is in a fwb situation, petnames/nicknames, swearing, underwear fetish, panty sniffing, masturbation [masc], voyeurism i think, ruined orgasm, vibrators, pillow humping [reader], caught masturbating, name-calling/degrading, punishment, handjobs, blowjobs, overstimulation, orgasm control, orgasm denial, bondage [masc], dirty talk, crying from overstimulation [masc], cunnilingus, face sitting, face riding, hands-free orgasm

❝ she lives in daydreams with me, she’s the first one that i see ❞ 🎧 now playing   she ; harry styles

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Although you were no more than roommates, Seonghwa was obsessed with you — completely infatuated by your mere exsistence. He couldn’t go a day without thinking about you, haunted by the lingering scents of your sweet perfume after you had left for your classes. Everything you owned and collected through your life was placed decoratively around the house, along with his own collections.

There was no escaping you.

He tried his hardest to control himself, but perverted tendencies drove him in other directions, all of this starting one day by just doing the laundry. While you were at one of your exams, one you had been stressing about all week, Seonghwa decided he wanted to help remove some sort of chores in your life and washed your dirty laundry. 

Little did he know: this would be the worst thing to do.

Sorting through the blacks and whites, he would occasionally come across your underwear, which he had no problem with of course. That was until one pair of your panties, a navy blue pair with small white flowers and a white lace trim, ended up in his grip. This happened to be the pair you had worn last night, laced with your pre-arousal from your very teasing casual hookup, the smell was pungent. The aroma filled the small room and travelled its way into Seonghwa’s nose. He stared at the pair with wide eyes, his thumb tracing over the darkened, now dried, patch of the previous night's intimate moments.

It was as if his mind had lost control of his body, his hands slowly pulling the panties to his face and breathing them in deeply. The fragrance was intoxicating, his mind instantly becoming fogged and heat swiftly rushing through his body, targeting the area between his legs. He had never become harder quicker, his dick twitching desperately in his sweats and leaked with pre-cum — all from one whiff. In desperation, he ran to his bedroom and stripped himself of his pants. Your panties in one hand and his throbbing erection in the other, creating the beginning cycle of perversion.

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Seonghwa tried his hardest to respect your privacy, attempting to block out the sounds of your sexual actions in the next room with his headphones, hands originally distracted by his animal crossing game. But how could he not be distracted, with the beautiful melody of your moans that cracked through the walls. Even knowing they were fake, they were still music to his ears.

You were currently in a friends-with-benefits situation with a guy at your college. He was cute, a good kisser and good at turning you on, but he could never finish the job. Seonghwa didn’t understand why you would still invite him over time and time again, especially with the knowledge that the moment he would leave, your vibrator would be in between your legs to pull you through the unfinished orgasms. That’s how he knew the difference in your moans, fake vs real, he heard both without even touching you.

“Fuuck, right there.” You moaned loudly, the familiar knot building in your stomach as the man pumped sloppily into you. Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa sat in his room listening to your whimpers, secretly praying he was the one driving you with pleasure. His erection tented in his pajama pants, desperately twitching for friction. Fingers grazed over the bulge, fluttering at the light touch before they turned into a palming movement. Lifting the waistband of his pants, he watched as pre-cum dribbled out of the reddened tip. He dragged his thumb over it, wincing at the feeling before he started slowly pumping himself. The sounds of your moans echoed through the hall and into Seonghwa’s room, mixing with a lewd symphony of his own silent whines and desperation to cum. His hand pumped with the rhythm of your sounds, growing faster every time you did. A tension grew in his stomach, a combination of pleasure and guilt. He knew this was a disgusting thing to do, but he physically couldn’t stop, no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he was about to fall over the edge, the sounds of sex stopped and footsteps fell through the apartment, the front door opening and closing quickly. Seonghwa curiously got up out of bed, taking a peak through the crack in his bedroom door. He watched as you locked the front door and wandered back to your bedroom, wearing nothing but a cropped band tee and black lace panties — corruption bled into his brain as he stared at the panties clenching around your ass, knowing they would be his next victim of fetishising. The sound of vibrations pricked at his ears, whimpers quietly following. 

Tip-toeing through the hallway, he glanced through the open crevice into your bedroom, eyes widening at the sight before him. The bunny vibrator pressing into your clit deliciously as you grind your dripping cunt on a pillow that usually sat on the chair in the corner of the room. Seonghwa watched as you humped the pillow desperately chasing your unfinished business, his hardened erection reminding him of his own. His hands moved down his abdomen and under his waistband, his slender fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and pumping hopelessly — his eyes remained on the view between the cracked open door. Your moans heightened in pitch as you rutted against the pillow, vibrator still tightly held to your puffy clit, you pressed the button to the fastest setting causing your legs to begin to shake uncontrollably. The sight was hypnotic to Seonghwa, his hand pumping to the rhythm of your hip movements. With parted lips, a small whimper escaped them causing him to slap his free hand to his mouth in an attempt to not blow his cover. Thankfully for him, you were too invested in making yourself finish to notice that just two metres from you was your roommate pursuing the same feeling. 

Your belly tightened as your orgasm crashed over you, body shaking hopelessly as you fell backwards, the vibrator rubbing your arousal around your entire core. Your breathing was heavy as you slowed down from your high. Behind your bedroom door, Seonghwa had the same feeling wash over him like a tidal wave. His hand pumped around his bulge with desperation as hot ropes of cum filled his pajama pants, a sticky wet patch now coating the inside of them. He leant back against the wall accidentally causing a creak to rustle through the house. Without hesitation, he sharply ran back to his room and closed the door quickly but quietly, praying that his perverted self wasn’t caught.

The noise of creaking and silent footsteps entertained your eyes, thinking that your roommate had just heard you masturbating, but in your post-orgasm bliss — you didn’t seem to care and ended changing into pajamas and drifting off to sleep.

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Seonghwa searched destructively through your laundry basket, looking for that hypnotic black lacy pair of panties that were clad to your ass last night. Currently alone in the house, with you at your morning classes, he knew you’d be gone long enough for him to relieve himself of his depravity — or so he thought…

Finally, the lace of the panties tickled his finger tips, quickly snatching them up and bolting to his room. The second he entered, his pants and boxers were discarded somewhere on the floor, the loose shirt being his only coverage. He sat up against the headboard staring at the object in hand, observing the previous patch of wet arousal on them. He felt like he could cum right then and there just by the sight, both lips and tip drooling in anticipation. His hand wrapped around his twitching cock, finger grazing over the sensitive red tip and down the underside vein of his length, dragging his pre-cum over it and beginning to stroke.

His grip tightened on the panties as he moved his hand rhythmically, the other slowly bringing the fabric to his face and dipping his nose into it — he inhaled the scent letting it reroute his brain. He whined desperately into the fabric as his hand pumped around his raging erection faster. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, hips bucking hopelessly into his hand and moaning incoherent mumbles of your name — he had never been this turned on by someone, a person who wasn’t even there. Seonghwa was so caught up in euphoria that he didn’t hear the clicks of the front door, or the footsteps that grew closer to his room.

Classes finished early today, which meant you got to go home and relax after having such a stressful school week. The front door unlocked swiftly and you entered with a huff, throwing your shoes off into the corner and placing your coat over the arm of the couch. Muffled groans filled the apartment, all coming from Seonghwa’s room. You cocked an eyebrow at the thought of him having someone over — you couldn’t judge of course but you had never known him to be one for hookups. Curiosity got the best of you and you tip-toed towards his room, the door left slightly open but not enough to see. You lightly pushed it open, eyes widening in shock at the sight of the man on the bed. His hand wrapped securely around his very hard, very large, dick, moving in a fast rhythmic pattern and glistening with pre-cum. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed and eyes rolled backwards, his other hand covering the majority of his face. As his face contorted with pleasure, you felt a warmth move to your core, something you never thought you’d feel for your roommate of all people.

Paying unnecessary close attention to his facial expressions, you noticed he held something compressed against his nose; quick enough to realise what it was. Slipping on your feet slightly, the door opened wider and revealed your presence, Seonghwa too intoxicated to notice until the sound of your voice penetrated his ears.

“W-what the fuck?” You stuttered, frozen in shock at the sight. “Seonghwa, what are you doing?”

“Oh, oh my god! I’m so sorry!” He jumped, spitting apologies whilst trying to cover himself. You walked up to his bed and snatched your panties out of his hands, putting the pieces together as to why they kept going missing for a few days but showing up suddenly after mentioning it.

“Why do you have these?” You shouted, the stickiness of pre-cum latching onto your fingers, caused by his speediness to cover himself up with his hands. You watched his body tense up, his face was flushed down to his neck, big boba eyes looking at you with fear and guilt.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I thought you were going to be out all morning-”

“I don’t care! Why are you taking my underwear, you perv!” Ignoring the more perverted fact that you were so turned on by the thought of his getting off to you. A silence followed as you both collected your thoughts.

“I’m truly so sorry,” His voice hushed, eyes glossing with guilty tears. “Y/N, please forgive me. I’ll do anything, just please forgive me.”

You brows furrowed in thought, staring at the desperation in his expression; coated with so many guilty and lustful emotions. Although you were no more than roommates and never had been, you could see that Seonghwa was obsessed with you — completely infatuated by your mere existence.

‘Anything’, he said it himself. 

You had complete control right now.

Quietly sitting down next to him, he shifted in his spot as you grew closer, hand grazing his bare thigh. The soft touch sent chills up his spine, his hands still cupping his erection in coverage.

“I just want to know,” Your gaze moved to his face. “Why?”

“W-why?”

“Why do you get off to my panties,” Your fingertips trailed up and down his thigh, growing closer to his hard-on with every line. “When you could just have me?”

His eyes widened as the question lingered in the air, your hand now centimetres away from where he wanted it most. Lips parted and unable to get words out, he watched as your face moved closer to him, your breath grazing against his lips before connecting them with yours. Instantly falling into the kiss, he memorised how soft and delicate your lips were, his hand removing his cover and cupping your face to keep you close. The kiss quickly fell into a passionate mixture of moans and groans, tongues dancing in tangent and twirling around each other. 

Both of his hands now cupping your face, you took this as the opportunity to wrap your fingers around his length. He whined into the kiss as you slowly stroked him, collecting sticky pre-cum from his tip and dragging it up and down his throbbing erection. The kiss was unbreakable, hopeless moans falling in from Seonghwa, his brain unable to process what was truly happening. The tension already began to build in his stomach due to his previous orgasm being ruined. You broke the kiss to look at him, watching as he tried to follow you for more. His eyes were hooded and eyebrows scrunching in different shapes as his orgasm grew closer.

“You know – fuuck – I’ve always dreamt of being with you.” He swore, legs starting to tremble beneath him.

“Are you close, Hwa?” You asked with a sultry voice, melting into his ears.

“Y-yes.” He mumbled, scrambling for words but ultimately losing to the continuous symphony of whimpers that flowed like a river. His hips began to buck into your hand for more friction, understanding and swiftly speeding your movements. You watched as his orgasm sat on the edge; stomach tensed, eyes rolled back, hands clutching at the sheets — a complete moaning mess.

“Y/N, ‘m gonna cum-” Mere seconds before his release, you removed your hand from his leaking tip and listened to him whine in agony.

“You didn’t really think that I would let you cum that easy, did you?” You laughed, his pain serving as a comedy show for you. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, stealing my panties and using them to get off. Don’t you think you deserve some punishment?”

A pout grew on his face, puppy eyes staring at you in despair.

“Unless you don’t want me to touch you at all-”

“No!” He snapped, a usual tone of anger turned into a beg. “Please…”

You smirked at the perverted man, watching as he poured his heart into begging for your touch, smiling once you gave in.

After multiple denied orgasms, Seonghwa’s body was shaking all over, arousal leaking into his bloodstream. His lips were swollen from your kisses, face coloured in a crimson red and sweat beading down his skin. His hands were now tied tightly to the bed posts, a penalty caused by his inability to keep his hands away from his cock every time you repudiated his orgasm — which happened to be four or five of them by now. The tip of his length was a matching shade of red to his face, swollen and oozing out clear liquid that probably couldn’t even be called pre-cum from the amount of times it had happened. Every touch from you caused his skin to burn, a good and bad sensation.

“Pleease Y/N,” He cried, tears welling up in his eyes and piercing the corners as they rolled down his cheeks. “It’s too much now, please let me cum.”

“But I thought this was what you wanted?” You looked up at him with innocent eyes and purred, running your tongue along his slit and wrapping your lips softly around the tip, slowly pushing your head down until his length hit the back of your throat. A guttural groan trembled between Seonghwa’s lips, tears now streaming like niagara falls down his flushed and puffy cheeks as you sucked him in. “Weren’t you the one who said you dreamt of being with me?”

“This isn’t – aahhh – exactly what I had in mind… shit…” His voice vibrated through the room, it was unstable as his sloppy upwards thrusts into your hands.

“Well, I did say you needed to be punished, but…” You removed your hand once more and brought it to cup his warm cheek, his glossy boba eyes staring into yours. He looked so vulnerable right now, you almost felt bad. “I think you’ve had enough, baby. What do you want me to do?”

“Sit on my face.”

The response was instant, almost as if a switch snapped him back on. The words were audible compared to his previous mumbled groans and curses, leaving you surprised. You had been so focused on giving him tortuous pleasure that you were completely ignoring the wet patch that soaked your panties the moment you entered the room, his statement made your body realise that you had silently been torturing yourself as well.

Swiftly discarding your clothes, you straddled his chest, thighs sitting comfortably next to his face and letting your dripping core hover above his mouth. He looked up at you from underneath checking for any uncertainty, both sending each other silent confirmations. He licked his plush lips before sticking his tongue out, waiting as you lowered your weight onto him.

He slid his tongue through your folds in a slow motion, earning a moan from you — music to his ears. As worn out and tired as he was, his energy regained instantly at the small taste of you. He quickly began lapping at your soaking folds, lewdly drinking up your wetness and following the pleasured sounds falling from your lips. Breathing in your scent was intoxicating to him, and finally it was from the source and not a patch of lacy fabric.

One hand grasped tightly at the headboard whilst the other ruffled itself into Seonghwa’s long locks, body jolting at the tip of his tongue suddenly hitting your clit. It swirled and flicked over it at a speed nobody has ever done, already feeling the knot grow in your lower abdomen.

“Fuuck Hwa, feels so good.” You cried, knuckles beginning to turn white from the pressure on your grip. He hummed in response as he continued to drink you up like a starved animal.

Hands still tied to the bedposts, he had no option of burying his slender fingers deep inside of you so instead he began pulsating his tongue in and out of your tight hole, feeling you clench around it which was driving him insane. You instinctively began grinding against his face, his nose tapping your clit with every roll of your hips.

The blend of lewd slurping and desperate moans filled the atmosphere, loud enough for neighbours to hear but neither of you cared. As you bucked your hips against his face, dragging your essence over his nose and chin, his moans shuddered beneath you sending new shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You felt your high building and your thighs began tightening, squeezing around Seonghwa’s face, almost cutting off the circulation. But he didn’t care. Infact, it turned him on even more to know the effect he was having on you. From listening to you hook up with your classmates and hearing you masturbate afterwards, he knew that these moans were real and you were truly enjoying yourself.

“Hwa, m’ gonna cu– ahhh!” In desperation to be washed over by your arousal, he began rubbing his face against your pussy, long tongue still roughly pumping in and out of you and nose thrashing your bud with every move. Both hands held securely onto the headboard as you rode his face hopelessly before your orgasm crashed over you, body shaking harsher than ever before as you layered Seonghwa’s face in your squirted essence.

He whined at the sensations of your juices guzzling down his throat, making sure to drink up every drop. The feeling of your body trembling above him caused his own orgasm to rush through his body. Warm ropes of cum spurted out of his throbbing cock and onto his abs, painting the scene with white cream continuously as his body rid him of all the build up pressure. He moaned into your soaked core and sent a melody of sensations through your body, causing a small aftershock of overstimulation.

Both breathing heavily, you climbed off of him and quickly untied his wrists from restraint, his arms instantly dropping to his sides. His chest fell and rose harshly, still trying to regain his composure back. You hopped off the bed and grabbed a towel from his washing basket, presumably an already dirty one, wiping his tummy clean and throwing the towel away. You stood up once more before a soft grip to your wrist stopped you.

“Where are you going?” Seonghwa sobbed, tear stains very prominent on his cheeks making you realise how far you pushed him.

“I’ll be back in just a second, I promise.” You whisper before wandering to the kitchen and returning with two glasses of water. “Drink this, baby.”

Seonghwa took the glass and gulped it down, watching as you moved around his room collecting items of clothes for him before stealing a shirt of his to wear yourself. Helping him sit up, you gently pulled a shirt over his head and gave him a pair of boxers to put on before he lay back down. You sat on the edge of the bed, guilt fading into you at the sight of him.

“Don’t feel bad,” As if he read your mind, he smiled softly at your concern. “This was everything I wanted and more.”

You returned him with a small smile of your own before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on his swollen lips. The kiss, so soft and gentle compared to the previous scene, was sending an emotion through you that you hadn’t felt before after sex. A mutual understanding of the need to be around each other, especially following such a tormented situation. You pulled away and watched his facial expressions, not an ounce of regret or disheartment was in his eyes, only love and adoration.

“Do you have any more classes today?”

“I don’t, why?”

“Can you stay with me?”

A question that no guy had ever asked you or expected of you after sleeping with them. You finally understood why Seonghwa was always so caring towards you, despite his perverted tendencies, he was still so gentle with your emotions — he was deeply in love with you.

author's note i hope i did this anon request justice, i didn't add a few things because they weren't working out as well as i wanted them to so i'm sorry for that ;-; i hope that the anon who requested this sees it and enjoys it either way ♡

[anxieteeeaa]

Bunny Rabbit

WARNINGS : mature content, sex, rough sex , choking, oral, fingering, sex club, dom/sub relationship. dom!harry, spitting, pushing / shoving.

This was an anon request!! If you have any feel free request one! If you aren’t comfortable with this type of stuff please don’t read it!!

“Ladies and gentleman give harry and bunny another round of applause for the great show they put on.”

harry wrapped his girl in a robe before helping her off the stage. yeah they had just fucked in a front of hundreds of people, but he knew how easily she got cold after a session.

“here you go love.” he cuddled her into his chest as they took their seats. “did so good for me.” he pressed several kisses to her cheeks and smoothly wiped the mascara that ran from her eyes as he cleaned her face.

“thank you sir.” she whispered as she snuggled into his chest. putting on a show was always exciting, but this was a huge thing for her since there was twice as many people here tonight then an average night.

“Relax for a bit. i’ll get us some waters and a light snack, and then we can go clean up.” She snuggled into her blanket and watched as the next performers went onto the stage.

“Excuse me”

She turned to find a couple smiling down at her.

“Hi. Sorry. My name’s Jake. This is my sub Sierra. We just wanted to say that you were amazing up there.” The dom spoke up. “And if you’d ever like to join us sometime, here’s my number.” He slid her a piece of paper with his name, number and address. “And if you ever wanna make some extra money for yourself. You know who to call.” He gave her a wink and left with his sub who gave her a smile and a small wave.

“Wait.” She stopped them with a small smile on her face.

“Do you mind if i hang with you guys for a bit? My dom is getting us some drinks.” she removed her blanket as she got up to follow them.

“Not so sure if he’s gonna be okay with you walking around alone dressed like that.” He smirked as he gave her a once over, licking his lips in the process at how delicious she looked.

“I’ll be okay. If anything you can protect me.” She sent him a small smile before following them back to their table.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be joining us so I only booked two seats.” He looked at her with list in his eyes. “But my lap is always available.” He sat down and stretched his arms out.

“She’ll be just fine sitting with me. But thanks.” She turned to see Harry fuming.

“Oh hey. I got lonely so i made some friends. I hope you don’t mind.” she looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. She knew what she was doing. And she knew that he knew. He had that look in his eyes.

“Let’s go.” He demanded through gritted teeth. “Now.” She knew he wasn’t playing around, but she didn’t care.

“But why.” She pouted as she put an arm around her new friend. “We were just talking.”

“I’m not playing games with you princess.” He knew what she was doing but he could care less, he didn’t like seeing his girl around other men. especially in a club like this.

“Be a good girl and listen to your dom.” Jake cooed as he moved her body towards her owner.

Harry grabbed her arm and started walking towards their rented room.

“Besides. You have my number” Jake called out before returning his attention to his sub.

“Who the fuck was that?” He whispered in her ear as he placed his hand around the back of her neck. “You know not to go wandering off and talking to strangers. especially when we’re here darling.”

��� It was just a friend.” she pouted. “i got lonely, and you were taking too long.”

“Just shut up. I don’t want to hear any more of your pathetic excuses.” He shoved her into their room for the night and locked the doors. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do.”He sighed. “I’m gonna sit down. And you’re not gonna say a fucking word. You’re gonna get on your knees like the filthy whore you are. and you’re gonna take my cock down your pretty little throat.” He sat on the loveseat and unbuckled his pants, his cock dripping with precum as he pumped it with his hands a few times.

“Now.” He leaned back as he continued to pump his fist over his cock. “Crawl.” He demanded, his cock was aching. And he was just ready to shut her up and have her soft lips around it.

She didn’t move.

“Don’t make me grab you.” He warned. “If i have to come over there you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”

And she’s perfectly fine with that.

With a quick motion he grabbed her arm and threw her body on the couch. “I said.” He took his belt out of the loop and smacked her ass with it. “Crawl.” He laid a few more harsh smacks before pushing her to the ground. “Suck it.” He grabbed her and shoved his cock in his mouth. “And don’t even think about using teeth.” He spit as he began to thrust in her mouth.

He could feel her tongue wrap around the head of his cock, lapping at his sweet spot on the underside of the head.

“That’s it. That’s a good slut.” He groaned as he threw this head back. Tears were streaming down her face and she could barely breathe. But he could care less, he knew she wanted this.

“Love the way you work your tongue.” He thrusted his hips faster, enjoying the way she deep throated his cock.

“Alright.” He hissed as he pulled her off by her hair. A string of saliva hung from her lips, her makeup was smudged and her hair was in a bunch.

“Look so pretty.” He cooed as he traced her bottom lip with the head of his cock before pulling it away.

“Come on.” He turned her body around and ripped her clothes off. “Let me see this pretty pussy.” He spread her lips apart, admiring as how plushy and pink it was since she was so aroused.

“Such a dripping mess.” He whispered in her ear as he traced his finger tips around her clit.

“Do you even deserve my cock?” He asked in a low voice. “I don’t think you do after that stunt you tried to pull.” he traced the head of his cock between her lips.

“Please.” She whispered.

He grabbed her hair roughly and brought her ear to his lips. “Did i say you could speak?” He chuckled. “You really don’t know how to follow instructions do you?”

She shook her head, embracing the pain but enjoying every single bit of it.

“That’s okay. Daddy’s here to set you straight doll.” He let go of her hair and slowly pushed the head of his cock in but didn’t move any further.

“Beg for it.”

She didn’t know what to say.

“So when I tell you not to speak you don’t listen. But when i want you to it’s the opposite? Funny how that works.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed her throat before leaning her head back.

“I said beg for it.” He spit before sending a harsh smack to her face.

“Please.” she whispered.

“Speak up.” He yelled.

“Please sir.” She pleaded a bit louder.

“Louder. You know how to act.”

“Please sir. I’ll behave I promise.”

“That’s a good girl.” He pushed his cock in a bit further. “And why should i believe you? Hmm? Why should I believe you’re not gonna go around trying to fuck other doms in this club? Huh?”

“Because I belong to you.”

That’s what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck that’s my girl.” He slowly pulled out before pushing his cock back in with force. He kept a steady pace as he grabbed her hips and bottomed out.

“Holy shit doll.” Harry groaned in the room as he began to thrust faster and harder, he couldn’t control himself. She just felt too good.

“Feels good doesn’t it? Feeling my cock just buried deep in your tight pussy. It’s all mine. And i’m gonna make sure you remember that.”

“I’m all yours.” She moaned out as she felt her pussy clenching uncontrollably. That bubbling feeling in her tummy was near its peak.

“Say it louder.” He moaned. “Let them know who you belong to.”

“Harry’s. I belong to Harry.” She moaned out as she thrusted back to meet him halfway.

“That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. I’m almost there.” He panted as he went a bit quicker, sending harsh smacks to her ass every once in a while.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He threw his head back as he was reaching his orgasm.

His jaw dropped open as he filled her pussy, the slick sound of his cock entering her pussy filled the air.

“Cum for me.” He grabbed her neck and lifted her face up, he opened her mouth and spit it in.

“Cum.”

Her body trembled as her orgasm flowed through her body. Her toes tingle, her pussy dripped and her eyes were in the back of her head.

There’s no place she’d rather be than here.

He slowed his thrusts to bring her orgasm to an end, not wanting to overstimulate her too much.

“Alright love. let’s get you cleaned up so we can go home. Need to get you cleaned up.”

This was horrible i’m so sorry lmao. i’m working on a masterlist! It’ll be up sometime soon!

Please bare with me. I’m working two jobs right now as well as a side business so i won’t be that active lmao. But i promise i’ll get to requests and questions asap! Hope you have a great week!

[muffindaddystyles]

Hi angel! Could you do one where y/n is bratty on tour and Harry has to punish her? Make it smutty and fluffy! Ily <3

I COULD FINALLY USE THAT MEME WHERE WRITERS ARISE FROM DEATH AFTER DECADE TO GIVE YOU GUYS SOME CRUMBLE OF THEIR WRITING—- FOR YOUR PATIENCE HERES A 2k JEALOUS DOM!H FIC TRUST ME ITS GOOD ILL PUT READ MORE BUTTON LATER BESTIESS

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You were having a blast at the tour success party until Harry’s PR stunt was brought in and your half blurry mind unlaced your arms from Harry’s and stumbled towards the open bar where pretty American boys were lounging and oh my if that didn’t please Harry at all because even though they haven’t made it official and put labels on anything just cause they couldn’t doesn’t mean shes not “His.”

The jealous evaporated from his toes and enveloped him whole dragging his feet towards an equally ragged Y/N and he’s grabbing her wrist tight with power of claim in his eyes and rushing them out from the crowd of celebrities and producers with the silent announcement of how he could be a pathetic weak man for his woman.

“Harry leave my hand! You grumpy ass!” You hissed while being pulled strongly behind him.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” He gritted once you guys were alone in the hotel room.

“You ruined my night!” you answered.

“No, call me ‘grumpy ass’ again. And I promise you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

Your mouth opened slightly, your previous anger completely forgotten as you stared at him, each step he took in your direction forcing you to lift your head a bit more. You noted that he didn’t comment on the Karen situation but were too stunned by his reaction to even care.

“What?” you stuttered, nearly a whisper. He finally got to you, your back hitting the door as you felt his breath hitting your face.

“I said, call me that again, and I’ll show you how much of and grumpy man I am.” he said.

You were completely speechless and felt how wet your underwear got during that interaction. You hadn’t had sex since you decided to give him the cold shoulder and it was starting to weigh on you. You realized he was giving you the chance to back out with his statement so after gathering your thoughts, your lips slowly raised in a smirk.

“I’d like to see you try, grumpy ass.” you just whispered before he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you over his shoulder, walking towards your bedroom. He carried you while you squealed, and when he reached the right door, he walked in and threw you on the bed.

“You think it’s funny?” he asked. You looked up, biting your lip while smiling and gave him a nod. Your eyes trailed down his body and fixed on his flexing muscles. You were sure that was nothing for him though so you allowed yourself to get turned on by the sight.

While you were busy admiring his body, he suddenly grabbed you and turned you around and before you knew it, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and you were on his lap, ass up. You let out a gasp at the sudden movement.

“What are you doing?” you asked, trying to lift yourself up.

You felt a large warm hand press onto your shoulderblades, forcing you to fall back on your elbows, your back arched.

“Har-” you started but were cut off by a sharp sting on your ass cheek. You gasped and jumped at the contact, not expecting it.

“You really are such a fucking brat, you know that?” and before you could even answer anything his hand came down harder on your other ass cheek.

You felt yourself soaking through your panties at the action and let out a breathy moan. He lifted your skirt, exposing your lace covered panties to him. He huffed a laugh, his hand rubbing your ass lightly in one swift motion.

“Such a fucking disrespectful little princess, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Actually I-” before you could continue he smacked down hard.

“I think you’ve said enough. Don’t you ?” he asked, the question clearly being rethorical but you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole-” another smack interrupted you. You let out a groan at the contact.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You scoffed and before you could answer him, he shoved your face down into the mattress and brought his hand down bewteen your legs. You gasped into the mattress and grabbed the sheets above your head. Now that was a way to shut you up. It was his turn to scoff as he felt how aroused you had gotten.

“Look at you, dripping through your panties, just begging to be filled.” he said, playing with your pussy through the underwear.

You were trying your best to resist and not give him the satisfaction but the way his hand was rubbing you was so distracting that you ended up humming.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for? What you’ve been trying to get me to do?” he asked, his hand sliding under your panties and his fingers playing with your folds. You let out a soft high moan, your mouth not cooperating enough to let out an articulate response.

“Pathetic little girl, trying to tease me with those slutty outfits and going to American boys when you know well your man could fill you up till your tummy, just begging me to fill you up.”

You couldn’t handle the way his voice, his hands and his words made you feel.

“Daddy, please.” you said, voice low but you knew he heard you because he immediately stopped and took his hand away.

“If you think you’re going to get to come that easily, you’re wrong.” he simply answered as you whimpered at the loss of contact.

He easily picked you up and threw you on the bed before shifting on top of you.

“What do you want?” he asked, his head facing yours. You thought about it for a bit as you looked at him.

“Kiss me.” you finally said which seemed to surprise him.

For once, it wasn’t a struggle with him as he leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours without any arguing. The kiss was tender but he was still controlling, guiding you without a word. You let out a sound, deep in your throat and grabbed his face, trying to get him even closer to you.

Before you realized what was happening, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head breaking the kiss. He kept one hand on your wrists, blocking any movement, and put the other on your throat.

“You thought I was done, sweetheart ? You think you can annoy me for weeks without repercussions ?” he said, his tone condescending which made you whine and try to get out of his hold. He just laughed at your poor attempt.

“Come on.” you just said, looking at him while frowning. He simply looked down at you and smirked.

“Beg.”

You looked up at him before rolling your eyes and trying to get away again. It seemed to work as you suddenly found yourself free. He simply shrugged and sat up.

“Fine. I won’t do anything to you then.”

You looked at him in shock and weighed your options. On one hand, the begging was so humiliating and you would never get over that embarrassment. On the other hand, was it truly better to not be touched at all ? You bit your lip and looked up at him.

“Please..” you said, your voice barely a whisper. You could tell he heard it by the way his lip jerked up on one side.

“Louder.”

“Please.” you repeated, a bit louder and avoided looking into his eyes.

“I think you can do better than that, princess.”

You huffed as you got sick of his games. He shifted and was on top of you again, his hand coming to your neck and trailing down, playing with your right breast before lowering itself to your pussy. He started slowly circling your clit through your panties, making you breathless. He slid them to the side, his rough fingers finally coming into direct contact with you.

He slid his finger inside of you, his pace infuriatingly slow, before thrusting it in and out of you. Your arms went up to his neck, holding onto him for support as you let out small moans of pleasure.

“Daddy.” you said, breathless.

He wouldn’t increase the pace though and as you tried to buck your hips up to get his finger deeper, he held you down . You let out a pathetic whine of frustartion as your head fell back against your pillow.

“Beg.” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for any discussion.

“Please, daddy, please just do- just do something.” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for at this point.

He pressed a kiss to your jaw and leaned up, taking his finger out of you.

“Undress.”

At this point, you would do anything he asked of you. You quickly grabbed the bottom of your top, slipping it over your head before slipping your skirt down and off your legs. As you unclipped your bra and took it off, he reached up and pressed you back into the bed.

He kissed your neck and licked it before slowly trailing down, pressing kisses all along the way. He got to your panties and slid them down your legs, his face so close to your pussy you could feel his cool breath on it. Your own breath hitched in anticipation and you closed your eyes, your head leaned back.

You felt the tip of his tongue barely sliding over your bundle of nerves, making you let out a small gasp and press your thighs to the sides of his face. He grabbed your thighs easily and pushed them apart, licking a long strip over you. You let out a moan, trying to push your hips up for more contact.

“Har- daddy.” you whined.

“Beg for it.”

You didn’t know what his obsession was but you huffed again, except this time, you were way too desperate for some kind of touching or licking.

“Please, daddy. Come on.”

“Not good enough.” he said as he pressed a kiss on your clit, making your legs twitch. You let out a sob as your whole body was begging for more.

“Please, please daddyyy. Please lick me, touch me, do something.”

He seemed satisfied with this because instead of answering you, you felt him flicking his tongue on your clit, giving you the stimulation you had craved until then. You moaned louder than before, grabbing his short hair for support. He sucked on your clit before bringing his finger down, slowly pushing it in you again.

The stimulation of both contacts made you moan out loud and grab his hair harder, the pressure building up in your gut. He started thrusting his finger in and out of you, adding another and making you cry out loud. His licking on your clit didn’t falter once and you felt yourself being driven over the edge.

Before you could, he stopped his fingers and looked up at you, his tongue leaving your clit. You whined and whimpered, trying to push his head down and your hips up. He let out a chuckle at that and kissed your thigh.

“Go on darling, tell me how much you want it.”, he said, his lips still in contact with your thigh, leaving some bites.

“Please please, daddy- I- I need you so bad, please I just-”, you couldn’t even form a full sentence, your head overwhelmed with all the need you were feeling. He hummed and crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses on his way.

“You need it that much, princess ?” he asked, making you nod, “Do you want me to fill you up ? Show you who you belong to ?”

You whined again and nodded, your hands going to the back of his neck to try and get him closer. He sat up though, making your hands fall down and you were nearly crying at all of the built up frustration. You stopped when you saw him take off his shirt and then get up and open his belt. Your mouth watered at the sight.

When he was finally completely undressed, he got back on the bed and you couldn’t help but stare at him. You brought your hand up to his chest and let it trail down until it reached his dick.

You grabbed it as best as you could and slowly started moving your hand up and down which made him hum.

“Thank you, sweetheart, but not tonight” and before you could comprehend what he was saying, he grabbed your wrist and took your hand off of him, before leaning down to kiss you while lining himself up. About time, you thought.

You felt his tip slowly enter you, stretching you in the most delicious way. Your mouth dropped open as you let out a nearly soundless moan. He dropped his head to the side of your neck and kissed there before sucking hard. You gasped both at his size and the bruise he just left, feeling him taking over all of your senses.

“Daddy- I-” you couldn’t even finish what you were trying to say, being totally overtaken by him.

“I know.” he just said and starting thrusting in and out of you, slowly at first and then picking up the pace.

“Does that feel good, darling ?” he asked in your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine. You simply nodded and moaned, your brain not functioning enough to properly reply to him.

“Look at you, can’t even reply to me.” he said as he brought your right leg up to his shoulder and sat up, the new position allowing him to hit all the right places making you cry out.

“Am I still a grumpy asshole ?” he asked, his hips snapping up to meet yours at a fast pace. You shook your head quickly, your hands trying to grab onto something but since he was sitting up, you could only grab the sheets. Your bed, being unstable, started hitting the wall it was pressed against. You would normally feel bad for your neighbours but honestly you couldn’t care less in this moment.

You felt your lower abdomen tighten as the pleasure was building up and as his hand reached down to flick your sensitive nerve, you felt it growing even more and finally collapsing. It spread throughout your whole body, your legs shaking. You moaned out his name, your eyes closed tight as you felt pleasure like you never had before.

You felt it slowly let up as he stopped touching your clit but his thrusting never stopped. Your legs twitched because of the oversensitivity and you were surprised that all the clenching your orgasm caused didn’t get him to come with you.

“Harry.” you stuttered, not sure exactly what you were asking for.

As he kept sliding in and out of you, he put your right leg down, bringing his face to yours and kissing you. You let out a surprised noise before kissing him back, your hands coming to his back. You tried breaking out of the kiss but he wouldn’t let you and you could feel your second climax coming.

That sweet buildup only took a few seconds before you were moaning into his mouth, your nails scratching long red marks on his back. He stopped kissing you and watched as you moaned out, a mixture of his name and just incoherent mumbles of 'please’ and 'don’t stop’.

You finally felt his hips stagger a bit but he completely stopped before he came. You looked at him, confused.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he said, making your eyes widen a bit. You were sure you were spent out and too sensitive to have another orgasm.

He didn’t seem to care as he turned you around, getting you on all fours before he entered you again. You moaned in discomfort and rested your head on your arms in front of you, your back arching and giving him a perfect view of your ass.

“Such a pretty little princess, aren’t you ? Getting all jealous when I don’t give you all my attention.” he said, his hand stroking your right ass cheek before slapping it. You whimpered and you could feel how weak your legs were but you nodded. He groaned and you could tell he was getting close by the way his breathing was harsher and he let out a small moan.

He brought his hand down to your clit again which made you cry out because of the overwhelming sensation and you tried to shuffle away from the touch but it didn’t take long for you to get pleasure out of the movement. Your whole body was shaking and your eyes were watering. You were mumbling incoherent phrases, trying to express your bliss.

“Go on, sweetheart, one last time for me.” he said, his voice tender as you reached your third orgasm of the night. He moaned and finally filled you up with his cum, making you gasp at the sensation.

His hips slowed down, his hand coming to rest on your ass as he finally stopped every motion. You heard him catch his breath as you felt like you were floating, your whole body shaking with the pleasant buzz of your orgasms. You gasped when he slipped out of you and before it could make a mess, he ran to your bathroom and grabbed a towel, cleaning you up.

You whimpered at the contact to your sensitive area and heard him shuffling around after having cleaned you up completely. He finally climbed on the bed and lied down, grabbing you and making you rest your head on his chest, your hand coming up to rest on it too. Your eyes were closed and it felt like he fucked the tiredness into you.

You felt him press a kiss to your forehead just as you started dozing off and smiled before using your last bit of energy to kiss his chest.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” he said before you fell asleep. Taking a note of you to talk to you in the morning and assuring you he’s all yours to love.

[hollandlover19]

Hey peoples.

I have decided to be a part of

✨subby Sunday✨

So every Sunday you can send in your subby thoughts about

Tom Holland +his other characters: peter Parker Arvin Russell etc.

Harry holland

Sam holland

Harrison osterfield

Shawn mendes

Harry stiles

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 7: Wrapped

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Production Designer

Summary: Wrapped - the act of striking the dressing from a set.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, drinking, PiV sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, don’t be a fool wrap your tool, fingers in mouths, cum eating, edging, light degradation, some dom/sub vibes, Subby!Dieter, Soft Dom!Reader, overuse of filmmaking terms.

Notes: It's Day 7 of Dieter Takeover, our final day! How will this all wrap up?

Cross-posted on AO3

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EXT. ORANGERIE - NIGHT (DUSK)

You had to hand it to craft services, they really outdid themselves on the wrap party. After weeks of excellent hot meals, always having pick-me-up candy stashed somewhere, and being the therapists to half the crew, they still catered this like it’s the fucking Oscars. Tables were set up around the perimeter of the greenhouse with loads of dishes, appetizers and drinks. Your team had helped with the decorations, digging up some string lights to illuminate the lawn and making paper chains out of recycled script pages. Wardrobe put out some fabric scraps that people were turning into headbands and scarves, and even makeup laid out the cheap grease paint they didn’t end up using so passerbys could throw on some war stripes. It was silly and childish and wild and beautiful.

You’d decided to bring a change of clothes and try to look just a little more put together than your usual t-shirt, jeans and ditty bag on set. Instead you swapped jeans for your favorite skirt, your t-shirt for a looser top to combat the humidity of the night, and seriously debated still putting the ditty back on for laughs. Everyone had called it a fanny pack until you started pulling useful odds and ends out of it.

Dane and Shelly went all out, Dane in a suit that Harry Styles would have died for, red with black roses embossed in the fabric, and Shelly in a violet knockout of a dress with her hair styled on top of her head. Her hand tucked into Dane’s elbow made you raise an eyebrow with a knowing smile, but you made no comment. You weren’t one to talk.

The three of you entered together, a team to the very end. The party was already bustling, beers and wine in clear plastic cups held in many hands. You scoped the food tables, starving and needing some sustenance before partaking in any of the numerous drink selections.

“Are the wrap parties always this fun?” Shelly asks, music starting to play outside. You shake your head as you pop an hors d'oeuvre into your mouth.

“Cliff Beasts was all cold gas station sandwiches and an escort off the property,” you say, and both hers and Dane’s eyes light up. You roll your own. “Fine, fine, you wanted the dish, get me a drink.” They both scoot off to the drink table as you snag more snacks. Dane has their hand on Shelly’s lower back and it blooms happiness in your chest. 

“Your babies all grown up now?” your friend Jack says next to your shoulder, tossing his head at them. You swat his arm.

“Let me enjoy watching them be young and excited about things,” you say back. 

“I’m more excited for whatever this spread has to offer,” Jack replies as you both fill paper plates with food. You take a subtle look around for Dieter, but can’t pick him out of the crowd yet. Most of the ATLs aren’t here, probably off doing cool kid stuff. You know he’ll find you eventually.

I’d like to show you exactly how I feel about you.

You push down the nerves, the questions that sentence arouses in you. 

As the evening goes on, lubricated by drink and conversation and laughter, you start catching glimpses of Dieter in the crowd. He’s worn a suit, deep blue in color with crisp white pinstripes and a white button-up with scandalously few buttons actually done up. His golden skin blazes out from the V of the neck he so brazenly reveals, making you want to lay claim to it even with everyone watching. 

He’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You turn and see him talking to Ronna, holding a plastic cup in his large hand. Or you walk by a group and get a whiff of his cologne and breathe it in indulgently. He catches your eyes a few times, sending you secret smiles that lasted mere seconds before he turns back to whoever he’s talking to.

A toast is suggested, and Dee starts popping champagne bottles and walking around, filling up people’s glasses. Dieter takes a couple too, laughing as he slowly drizzles the fizzy drink into cups. You wait to see who will get to you first. Dieter wins.

“What do you think we should toast to?” he asks, innocent enough to an eavesdropper but the quirk in his smile and the linger of his gaze speaks a volume of difference to you. You tap your lower lip, watching him continue to pour even as the fizz reaches the top of the glass.

“To jobs well done?” you offer, and he makes a face. “Fine, you think of a better one, Bravo.”

Your cup overflows, sweet champagne bubbles spilling over your fingers. You swap hands, shaking the wetness off into the grass. You smile up at Dieter, feeling easy and relaxed.

Quick as he can manage in a crowd, he takes your wrist and licks the length of your pinky, tasting the alcohol on your skin and winking before pulling away. His eyes read ready and want and soon. With a nod he moves to the next person needing a top-off, smiling brightly. Your heart pounds as you dart your eyes around to see if anyone caught that. Dane and Shelly are standing together, Shelly’s mouth dropped open. You lift your eyebrows and nod at the two of them. 

Secret’s safe between us?

They both break into smiles and nod. 

Ronna makes a speech that almost gets you crying. Then Clara, a quick few words from Dee, and finally Dieter. He saunters into the circle of people, clapping and taking a moment to look at the crowd. You stand back from the edge, still walking the knife’s blade of caution even though tonight was the signal of the end.

“I’ll have to admit, this movie kicked my ass,” Dieter begins, and the laugh warms everyone up. He throws down some inside jokes, acknowledges all of the teams (“art department, you guys made this place look like an honest-to-goodness gothic horror house and I would never sleep here.”) and raises his glass. His eyes search the crowd until he catches yours. You worry your heart might stop at the fond smile he gives you.

“To the end of what we know, and the beginning of all that we’ll discover.” Cheers erupt, drinks are quaffed, and you desperately want to kiss him. Fuck everything that came before this, you only want what’s coming next.

Was this what being the object of Dieter’s affection was like? Both seen and protected, teased and given everything. You’re not exactly sure what you want, but Dieter needs to be a part of it in whatever capacity that might be.

The music roars to life, and an impromptu barefoot dance party starts. Dieter and the other ATLs are at the center of it, mouthing along with the 90s pop music blaring over the Bluetooth speakers. You linger along the edges until Dane and Shelly grab you by both elbows and drag you into the fray. You sway and rock and sing along to the music, watching Dieter out of the corner of your eye. Him and Theo (crap, you don't remember the actor's name now) are bumping hips and he's shrugged his jacket down his arms. He looks light, happy, goofy even in this sacred space you all have carved out in the grass and fairy lights.

As the moon travels, now clear in the sky and silver-plating the grass and your skin, the party starts to thin out. You sneak a peek at Dane putting their coat around Shelly’s shoulders. Pausing for a moment before pressing a kiss to Shelly’s cheek, she turns in to capture their lips before they can move away. You don’t go looking for them after that. Jack bids you goodnight and you send your love back to his wife. Various crew wave as they leave, and you toe the dampening grass as you feel the pull to leave. It feels late enough that your absence won’t be noted, but early enough that if you head into the trailer park it won’t seem suspicious. 

You're loose-limbed as you meander your way there, shoes in one hand. You could stop now, turn away and pretend that Dieter’s whispered confession under the canopy of trees meant nothing. You could. But you wouldn’t dream of it now as the glow of the trailer park starts to pull you into focus.

Someone is walking out of the rows of trailers, curly-haired and broad shouldered and surefooted until he sees you and stops. His hands hang by his side, one stuffed in his pants pocket.

Dieter.

You smile and give a small wave, coming up to stand in front of him. He’s foregone the jacket, standing in that open-necked button up and slacks. His face is shadowed until you get right up to him, and only then do you see the adoration his eyes hold for you.

“Hey there handsome,” you say, chucking your knuckle under his chin. He chuffs out a laugh, putting his hand to your cheek. His palm dwarfs your face.

“Hello yourself,” he says, and he’s breathless before you even get a chance to kiss him. Which he does in the next moment. 

He dives in to slot his lips against yours, tasting like the sweet champagne and spearmint. His tongue delves into your mouth, eager to map the softness of your lips. In a swift movement he lifts you, urging your legs around his waist as he wraps you in his arms.

“Don’t you dare throw out your back,” you scold as he turns and walks you towards his trailer.

“Not doing this,” he whispers back and you laugh into his mouth. He fumbles for the door before getting you both inside and locking it behind him.

He’s cleaned since you were last here, which makes you giggle at the image of him preparing for tonight. Then the thought of tonight, of what he promised makes you slide down off him, ignoring his whine of protest.

“Wait, wait, just a sec, I…” you say, trying to catch your breath even as he chases your neck with his mouth, leaving open kisses on it. You pull his head back to look in your eyes, forcing him to focus. God, he does look good desperate.

“Before we get into anything, I just…I need to know if this is a one-time thing,” you say, and a wrinkle forms in Dieter’s brow. “This isn’t about the first time, right?” You feel stupid asking it, but now that you’re here you need to know if this is still guilty orgasm-chasing or is it…

“My god, fucking never,” Dieter curses, his eyes so eager. “I absolutely want to do this so many more times." You smile as he begins walking you backwards.

"I want to fuck you for as long as you’ll have me, then take you out for breakfast.” You laugh, but it gets smothered in another kiss, more fiery than the last. 

“Want to ask you about your day…” he continues, urging you gently down a narrow hall. Your elbows bump the walls as he guides you by your hips.

“Want to Netflix and fall asleep with you,” he says, and now your heart is pounding. 

“Dieter…” you say, and your voice is more wavery than you thought it would be. He soothes you with his hands, his lips sweet on yours. Your calves hitting the edge of his bed as he wraps you in his arms. 

“You think I’d let you go after finding you again?” His lips give you the answer, sucking and licking and pressing into you until you’re out of breath and he’s laying you down on the bed that takes up the entirety of the room.

He covers you, sinking down to fit his body into your curves. You wrap around him, indulging in his mouth, the plushness of his lips, the addictive scratch of his mustache against your skin. Your skirt is rucked up your thighs and Dieter’s hands slide under your ass, searching for the zip. 

“Hmm, eager?” you tease as he mouths at your collarbone. 

“You have no idea,” he says back, thick fingers finding the small tab to slide down tooth by tooth. You lift your hips so he can drag the fabric down your legs, throwing the skirt over his shoulder and hurriedly pressing his hips to your core.

He’s hard and heavy and grazing softly against you, the head of his cock brushing against your clit through your underwear. You fist his shirt, the other hand finding his hair and digging into the lush curls. His mouth comes off your skin with a hiss, hips pressing long and hard against you.

“You like that?” you purr, and Dieter’s stuttery sigh is the answer you need. He might have instigated things years ago, but if the afternoon you kissed him was any indicator, Dieter preferred to be led. 

“Get on your back,” you say, firm but sweet. Dieter’s head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“But I want to take care of you,” he murmured, hands coming up to span your ribcage. He’s so large, covering you with his body, but you know he’ll melt in a moment under your ministrations.

“Here’s what I want.” You lift his head out of your neck to look him in the eyes. His lips are pink and swollen, eyes half-lidded. He swallows against your hold.

“I want you to lie on your back. Then I’m going to fuck your face until I cum on it.” At the phrase Dieter whines, pumping his hips into you once. “Once you lick yourself clean I’m going to ride your cock until you’re begging to cum and watch you fall apart.” He peppers your skin with kisses where he can reach, relaxing against your touch. With a swift move you roll him onto his back, straddling his stomach and pressing him into the mattress. “Then we’ll do it however you like…or however I let you have it…until you can barely remember your own name. Sound good?”

Dieter nods frantically before surging up to kiss you. As possessive as it is, he relents immediately to your tongue invading his mouth, moaning and gasping as you nip his lower lip, flick the tip against his, and steal his breath. You take a moment to slide open the buttons on his shirt, yearning to feel the heat of his skin against yours. The moan he releases when your thighs skim across his ribs makes you absolutely want to wreck him.

Once you part, Dieter slides his hands under your thighs and pushes your hips to hover over his hungry mouth. Looking down at him is a treat that could almost make you cum untouched. His hair a wild mess, eyes focused on the fabric covering your cunt, lower lip wet with his tongue swiping against it. He noses against you, the curve fitting perfectly against your clit as he breathes hot and heady against your cunt.

“Fuck, should have undressed you first,” he bemoaned, making you chuckle. You slide out of your top and unclasp your bra, feeling him mouth at your cunt and moan. His hands roam up the swell of your ass, the curve of your waist, and the drag of his thumbs on the underside of your breasts breaks your skin out in goosebumps. Leaning forward, you plant your elbows above Dieter’s head and lift your knee, letting him slide your panties down your thighs. You manage to get one leg out before his hands wrap around your thigh, forcing your cunt down onto his waiting tongue.

You gasp at the sudden onslaught, still pressing his head into the mattress with your pelvis. You worry that this position is uncomfortable for him before remembering that he does nothing he doesn’t want to do. You came on his face as he sat in driveway gravel, he’s clearly enjoying himself as he swipes his tongue through your hot sex.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he moans into the crease of your hip, his wet lips smearing kisses on your inner thighs, the top of your mound, before you sit up tall on his face. Angling your hips and arching your back, you rock your cunt along his mouth, scruff rubbing over your tender flesh and hot breath searing, then cooling you. Those big hands that dwarf everything they hold come around your thighs to pull you flush, coaxing you to drag harder against him. His tongue is long and stiff, pulsing and licking and flicking and pushing inside you. 

“You love getting your face sat on, don’t you?” you tease, lifting up a fraction but Dieter whines and yanks you right back down.

“Fuck yes,” he pants, and you feel him try to take control by sliding up to capture your clit between his lips. You gasp, the pull and release sparking up your spine as he seals his mouth over you to slide his tongue around and across until your hips shake against his jaw. He’s bringing you dangerously close to the edge, and while you’re sure he’ll give you many more if you let him, you want him to know who’s topping who here.

Fisting your hand in his hair, you tilt his head back and away from your cunt. He gasps, and you feel his hips lift on the bed as you slip two fingers into his open mouth. 

“That’s not how I said it was going to go,” you tut at him, sliding your fingers deeper into his mouth to stroke the back of his tongue. You feel him start to gag and draw back, but he closes his mouth around your intruding digits, pressing his teeth gently against you. Slowly, you slide them back into his mouth until the ring of his lips almost touches your knuckles. He’s swallowing over and over, splitting your fingers with his tongue and closing his eyes in a bliss you’re greatly enjoying. Pressing down on his jaw, you urge him to open his mouth.

“Nice and wide for me, honey, let me see that wicked tongue of yours,” you purr, and Dieter drops his jaw and lays out his tongue for you, pink and slippery and waiting. “Good boy,” you murmur, and the hitch in his breath is the perfect precursor to settling your cunt back on his mouth.

Hand still fisting his hair, just enough to feel the tension and a zing of pain if you squeeze harder, you begin rolling your hips. You plot a path that has you climbing quickly, traveling the length of his tongue and pausing for him to dip the tip into your entrance, his nose rubbing into your flushed clit. You can feel your slick on Dieter’s face, coating his cheeks, his beard, his nose, and he lays there and gasps and moans through it. There’s a barely perceptible rocking of the bed as he tries to relieve friction on his cock, tight in his pants. Leaning back just enough to slide your fingers over his aching erection, he strains against your touch. The sound he makes, like you’ve suckered punched him, ushers in another wave of slick that he greedily sucks up. 

“Please please please,” he begs, redoubling his efforts to lap and suck and flick you over the edge.

“Please what?” you ask, but it’s getting harder as Dieter presses his tongue just below your clit, finding an erogenous zone you didn’t know you had but you want him to keep at. “Oh fuck, there, yes, there.”

“Cum on my face so I can fuck you,” he growls, and he yanks you forward to drape over his head, catching yourself before you land face-first in the bed. From this angle he has perfect access to your clit and with a wet slurp to prepare, he slips a finger inside you. The stimulation drives you wild, fucking his face earnestly as your body begins to tighten. His nose is crushed against your mound, curls tickling your tummy and thighs trembling on either side of his head as he presses just right and makes you cum hard and long above him.

Shit, this was even better than the first time. He learns quickly and applies his education, and if the curses and wet mouth noises are any indication he loves doing it. You push yourself back off his mouth, hovering over his chest instead. He’s smiling, blissed out with wetness coating his face. His hands caress your thighs, your hips, the dip of your spine as you both try to come back to your bodies.

“Was that good?” he asks, and you shuffle back enough to bring your lips to his. He’s covered in your musk, tangy and sharp, mixed with the flavor of his champagne-soaked mouth. Settling your cunt against his cock, wetness surely ruining these pants, you indulge in the heat of his kiss. He strokes your back, pulls you chest to chest and cradles your head in his hands. It's terrifyingly intimate, learning your body, what makes you arch and burrow and hum. 

“Very good, almost makes up for the first time,” you say, nipping at his chin. A flash of uncertainty colors his features, making you press your forehead to his. “Sorry, that wasn’t kind. I’m so fucking satisfied right now, but I’m also greedy to have this cock inside me.” Dieter’s body relaxes, his hands coming to your hips to guide your grind against him. 

“If I got to spend the rest of my life making up for that first time, I’d consider it well lived,” he says, making you sit up to look at him. His smile is a little sheepish, but his eyes are so open and honest. 

Was he pussy drunk, or did he mean that?

He sits up to meet your lips, chaste and full of sweet promise. Then he strips off the open shirt and nudges you off him to slide out of his pants. His cock is a dark flushing red, thick and ready to burst for you. You take him in your hand, stroking the shaft and watching the foreskin pull back as he keens below you. 

“Never had an uncut one before,” you murmur, “I heard they’re more sensitive.” A swirl of your thumb around his head elicits a groan and a thrown-back head, confirming your hypothesis. 

"Do you want me to put on a condom?" he asks, and the question is so shy you have to study his face. That veil of uncertainty he wore like a shroud for weeks was back. You skirt your fingers over his soft belly, making the muscles twitch.

"I'm on the pill," you say, swirling your index finger around the rim of his bellybutton. His hand grazes your face and strokes a path across your cheekbone.

"I'd still wear one if you wanted it. If you wanted the barrier."

How the fuck does he make everything he says hold a double meaning? You take him in your hand again and stroke him base to tip, watching all of his muscles contract at the sensation.

"I'll take you just as you are, Bravo."

See, you can do it too.

He whines as you pump his length languidly, hands fisting the sheets and eyes squeezed shut.

“Please, gorgeous, I’m so close already I can barely stand it,” he begs, and after one brief suck of his head into your mouth (followed by a steady string of “oh shits” from Dieter before you pull off), you’re straddling his thick thighs and letting the soft skin of his cock slide against your inner thigh.

“You want to come once before we get to the actual fun?” you ask, letting the tip of his cock slip against you, just enough to feel how wet you still are.

“Fuck, no, want to last. I’ll do this…” he snaps his fingers quickly, desperately, “if I’m going to cum.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. He’s hungrier now, licking into you desperately as you slide the underside of him through your wet folds. 

“If you want me to stop teasing, say mercy,” you tell him, waiting for his nod and verbal agreement. When his head catches against your entrance, you mold your mouth to his and take his wrists. With a tilt of your hips you begin sliding onto him, pressing his hands above his head. His tattoos direct your eyes, the triangles both indicating to look up at his face and to look down at his cock disappearing inside you. He moans and pants at the descent, arms flexing but not trying to overpower you. You let his hips seek you out, shallowly thrusting up into your blinding heat as you lower yourself so slowly you think he might pass out. When you’re flush against his hips and making your first experimental roll against him, he snaps his fingers, the sound loud and stuttery.

“Oh, pretty boy’s gonna cum just from feeling me around him?” you pull off to say, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his lower lip between his teeth. He takes a few grounding breaths before opening his eyes.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he pants, face almost pained from trying so hard to focus. “Fucking amazing pussy, so tight and wet and perfect. Let me…let me breathe for a second,” he pants, his chest rising and falling so prettily for you. Keeping your hips still and pressed flush, you stack his hands on top of each other so you can hold him down with one of yours. The stutter in his breathing lets you know how affected he is in this position, pinned and at your mercy. Your other hand skates down his chest, brushing over a nipple to make him arch and ticking down his ribs to make him squirm against you.

“Had enough time to think about baseball” you tease, and his neck stretches back as you lift up and drag back down his length.

“Shit, nothing’s fucking working, you’re gonna break me,” he whines, hips rolling under yours as you let out a little moan. He feels wonderfully full in you, so hard he must be suffering. You press his hands further into the bed as you reach down to circle the base of his cock.

“Let’s see how long we can keep you on this edge,” you say, and he stutters out a breath as his hips start rocking up into you. You let him fuck up into the sweetness of your cunt, waiting for the signs that he’s close to the edge before gripping the base of his cock hard and lifting up off him, his tip pressed against your entrance. 

“Fuck!” he chokes out, biceps straining and neck muscles bulging as you stave off his orgasm. You drag your lips and teeth along his neck, enjoying the flush you’re bringing out of his skin.

“Trying to, but you’re so sensitive it’s like I’m taking your virginity,” you purr into his ear, dragging the circle of your fingers up his length. 

“Gonna ruin me,” he forces out, and you agree as you sink back down on his cock. His mouth flies off into a diatribe of, “oh fucks,” and “yes baby yes pleases,” and the pussy-melting “I’ll spend hours making you cum on my fat cock and my tongue and my fingers if you just let me cum once.”

It takes two more hard stops just before the finish line, loud finger snaps echoing in the trailer, before you think Dieter may just say mercy to end his torture. His eyes are wet with tears, gathering in the corners and spilling into his hairline. His mouth is open in a silent sob, chest heaving in short bursts as you deny his purpling cock once more. 

“Please,” he begs again, and it’s not mercy but it’s close. His gaze is blissfully faraway, exactly where you want him when you sink down on his cock the final time and set a fast rolling pace, snapping your hips against his and catching the head of his cock on your entrance on every downthrust.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, gorgeous, beautiful, I’m…I’m gonna…shit, can I…tell me…” he devolves into barely formed pleas as you release his wrists and plant your hands next to his head to better leverage your thrusts.

“Cum for me,” you order, and he yanks you down onto his chest as he explodes, shouts of ecstasy as he cums for longer than anyone you’ve had inside you. He jolts like he’s being electrocuted, a pained grunt followed by a weak sigh. You grind down on him, working him through it with soft praise into his chest as you kiss along his collarbone. 

Once he goes to jelly below you, breathing slowing down and light giggles starting to emerge, you lift up on your elbows and look at his blissful face. He’s grinning so wide you think it hurts, eyes squinched shut. Perspiration beads on his brow and you smooth it away with your fingers. 

“Holy fuck, I’ve never cum that hard,” he gasps, eyes finally opening to see the soft smile you’re giving him. His face goes from ecstatic to reverent, his fingers tracing your features. You’ll get off him soon, get him something to drink and lay with him until you’re both hard and wet again, but right now he’s looking at you like you hung the moon and it fills you with warmth.

“I…” he starts, then stops like he thinks better of it. 

“Hm?” you ask, feeling him soften but still holding him between your thighs.

“I remembered you,” he said softly, his other hand coming up to stroke along your spine. Your brow furrows at the statement, so he continues.

“I was coming down off the high that day you came to my trailer, and I remembered something. You were on set with us, in the back I think. I wasn’t paying attention. But you were making jokes with the mocap guys and we were waiting for something, some new line or other bullshit, and I started watching you. And you were…so funny, and cute, and hard-working and fun.”

Your breath caught, his eyes getting a little unfocused as he remembers. You do too, you got so bored on 5 that you would mess around with the mocap guys just to have someone to talk to. You didn’t think anyone noticed.

“After that, every time I went on set I looked for you. Sometimes you were there, sometimes you weren’t, but when you were I couldn’t fucking concentrate. I'd hear you talking about a new art exhibit, or some indie film you saw, and it made me want to see it too. Just so I could talk to you about it.” He looks you dead in the eyes now, as present as as serious as he can be. “I don’t fuck people I work with, it’s always a bad idea, but I wanted you. I remembered wanting you and telling myself I wasn’t allowed to have that because it would fuck you over. A Dieter Bravo fling that would follow you forever.” The admission raises the hair on the back of your neck.

“I still don’t remember that night. I must have done so much shit I was barely a person. But I remember before, and I remember after they told us half the crew got let go I thought they were doing you a favor. Before I got mixed up with you.” His head thumps back on the pillow, eyes locking on the ceiling. 

“I’m still sorry, for that night. I thought…I thought I was good to the people I took to bed. I’m not so sure now.”

You tilt Dieter’s chin down to kiss, letting your lips play a soft game of give and take, caressing and breathing each other in. 

“You’re not a bad person. And I’m sure you were good to many others. You’ve been so good to me right now.” The admission lets him relax his shoulders. He wraps you in his thick arms, rolling you over as he slips out of you. Now it’s your turn to trace your fingers across his wide back, feel the weight of his body surround you.

"I'd like to keep doing that," he says, his hair a wild mess, eyes dancing over your features. "I think..." You watch him contemplate what he wants to say next, pulling his lip between his teeth and worrying at it. You bring your thumb up and tug it away from him and he smiles down at you. He kisses your shoulder, up your neck, and then confesses in your ear:

“I think I could fall for you.”

The words throw your heart into overdrive, a lump forming in your throat as he presses his forehead against you. You know he expects rejection, for the bile of the past to still be simmering in your gut. There are words you could say that scare you how much you feel them, but you want to be real in this moment. You hadn’t sugar-coated anything so far, now is not the time to do so.

“I’d like to see where this leads us,” you answer back. In it is hope, and desire, and maybe a response to what he said in not so powerful words. He squeezes you tight, a smile against your skin.

The next hour starts with kisses that grow hungrier, Dieter’s mouth traveling down your body to worship your breasts and pull another orgasm out of you with his fingers, lubricated by his cum and your arousal. Once you’re not shaking anymore he throws both of your legs over his shoulders and eats you out until you cum on his beautiful tongue again, threatening to keep going until you scramble up the bed away from him.

He makes grilled cheese sandwiches at one am, smiling at you sporting one of his well-worn t-shirts while sitting on the kitchen table. You take the time to admire his pert bottom in the tiniest, most obnoxiously neon green boxer briefs you've ever seen. His smile, even when he's not looking at you, is bashful and secret. You sigh when his fingers dance along your thighs as he licks buttery crumbs from his lower lip. A thank you kiss grows into him taking you back to bed, laying you out and sliding into your cunt with a series of curses. He lasts this time, holding your hips as he snaps into your core, the strain of his muscles and the bliss on his face beautiful in the depths of the night. When you wrap your smaller hand around his throat he loses himself rutting into you. He cums buried inside you, head in the crook of your neck and hands around your thighs and the small of your back. You hear him pant something indistinct, something soft and not truly for your ears yet, before his fingers find your clit and glide you through another orgasm around his softening cock. 

After you both clean yourselves up, he pulls back the duvet and slides between the ungodly high thread count sheets. His hand lays on the other side of the bed, a question.

You answer by sliding in next to him, placing your head on his shoulder and letting him pull you into his body. The steady cadence of his breath lulls you into sleep.

EXT. PROPERTY GATES - DAY (DAWN)

You are unwashed, in a spare set of clothing you dug out of the back of your car as you supervise the final key handover to the homeowner. He’s pleased with the state everything is left in, the grounds clean and well kept, the home just as he left it. You shake hands on it and head to your car, parked just outside the gates.

Ronna meets you, confirming that all is well and done with the location.

“Just on to post now,” you say, smiling and trying not to wring your hands or look desperate. 

“I think they’ll have plenty to work with,” she agrees, adjusting her jacket around her frame. You smile and nod, opening your mouth to spill what you’ve been feeling. That this was the best project you’ve ever worked on. That you hope she’ll keep you in mind for future projects. That you’re looking forward to the long career ahead of her and how much you’d like to be part of it.

She beats you to it.

“I’m going to be doing a lot of press junkets for this movie, but I’m also scouting out new projects. A colleague of mine, a screenwriter, just got the exclusive rights to a French period novel, some gothic elements but a little more modern. I’ve got some ideas for it if you’re available to discuss over lunch?” 

Your heart is so full you might burst. You confirm the date and time and see Ronna off before you head to your car. You want to skip and jump and run laps around the estate, no matter how many miles that is. Everything feels like it’s moving into a new golden age for you.

Including the man leaning against your car, wearing those sunglasses you hate until he sees you, then they disappear into his pocket.

“Don’t you have a driver?” you ask, and he smirks at you.

“He’s waiting,” Dieter says, tossing his head at the black Mercedes idling close by. He takes your hands in his, smoothing his thumbs over the back of your palms. 

“Ronna give you some good news?” he asks, and you feel like there’s a more pressing question on his tongue.

Where do we go from here?

“We’re talking next week about her new project,” you say, unable to wipe the smile off your face. 

“The French one?” he asks, and you quirk an eyebrow at him. He shrugs.

“I might have also expressed an interest in working with Ronna again.” You let him pull you into his arms, ducking his head to hide the shit-eating grin.

“Dieter Bravo, are you following me to my next job?” you ask with fake salaciousness, brushing your nose against his as he pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and sweet, the perfect amount of passion and kindness that make you a little weak in the knees.

“Well, you did say this role might get me another Oscar, might as well stick around and see what the next project turns out to be.” He leans back against your car, watching you with quiet surety. His confidence is sexier in this light.

“Plus, I really like the art direction,” he teases. You fiddle with the lapels of his light jacket.

“So we’re going to do this?” you ask, and both your insecurities come out to clash against one another.

“Only if you still want me,” Dieter says, tripping over your accompanying words of, “I’ve never had a relationship like this.” You both laugh, meeting each other’s eyes with mirth.

“Well to start, I do. Want you,” you say, and Dieter’s smile could be seen from space, it’s so bright. He kisses you again, playful and light. “The logistics give me the cold sweats though. Never done something this, you know, complicated.” At this Dieter’s brow furrows.

“Where are you when you’re not on set?” he asks.

“Hotels, short-term rentals, that sort of thing,” you answer. Not a glamorous life, but one you enjoy even with the nomadic aspect.

“Oh. That’s easy then. You stay with me.” He says it like he’s offering you the other half of a sandwich, not asking you to move in with him. Your mouth drops open, stuttering in surprise.

“I can’t…we should, it’s way too early, I don’t…I don’t want…you’ll hate that,” you stutter, and Dieter’s smile is so calming for a man who can stress you out to no end.

“Hey, it’s okay. There's plenty of room. And we won't always be there together. You'll be on projects, I'll be on projects. Maybe together, maybe not." His hands are back to the soothing circles on your palms. "But if we're not working, I'd like to have you in my home. Have a place for you to stay where you're wanted." His eyes search your face, which must be gobsmacked because he takes both your shoulders into his hands.

"Do you trust me?” he asks. 

What a loaded fucking question.

Three months ago the answer would have been a hard no. Not with your pleasure, or your feelings, or even with your basic consideration. Now, kind-eyed and open in front of you, the only thing you can imagine is…

“Yeah, yeah I guess I do.”

That’s followed with another kiss, short and sweet.

“Then let’s try to make this work.”

With the world at your feet, this man in your arms, and the excitement of the road before you, it all seems possible.

“Okay Bravo, then take me home.”

And he does.

END || PREVIOUS

Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who came along for this wild ride. It was a ton of fun to explore a story that pulled in so many of my interests (including Dieter, that messy raccoon man) and share them with all you amazing people. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblobbled and were generally fantastic. To many more stories!

EPILOGUE

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MASTERLIST

** = NSFW/Smut

SERIES:

Smut Prompts (Mixed fandoms) - Drabbles and short fics based on requests from a smut prompt list made by @ landhoesnorris ((I just wanted a place to put all of these that i write))

Fine Line series (Mixed fandoms) ON HOLD - Short fics based on the Harry Styles album

MHA DILF Series - Short DILF snippets (Kirishima, Bakugou, Deku, Todoroki, Denki, Sero)

Roommate (Denki x fem!reader) ON HOLD - ch 1  -ch 2  -ch 3

MHA:

{Multiple Characters}

** Praise yourself headcannons (baku, kiri, deku, mina)

{Bakugou}

**right now (baku x fem!reader) porn without plot

hypothetically speaking (baku x gn!reader) awkward fluff

hate loving you (baku x gn!reader) angsty drabble

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**sleepover fantasies (baku x fem!reader) smut as fuck

**one night stand (baku x fem!reader) - smut, fluff

**surprise (baku x fem!reader) - smut with a little plot

get you the moon (baku x fem!reader) - angst/comfort 899 words

depollute me (baku x gn! reader) - fluff, angst, comfort 1.2k words

the blood on our hands (baku x gn!reader) - angst , comfort, heavy 1.2k words

{Todoroki}

**fighting to fucking (todo x gn!reader)

on loop (todo x fem!reader) -pure angst 776 words

{Sero}

**the roommate cliche (sero x fem!reader) smut with plot and fluff

{Denki}

**watermelon sugar (denki x fem!reader) - smut

just my luck (denki x fem!reader) -fluff 646 words

roommate  ch 1 (denki x fem!reader) - funny, fluff 938 words ch 2 -1.1k words ch 3 - 914 words

{Kirishima}

chilly (kiri x gn!reader) - angst

**boring day at the office (kiri x fem!reader) (pro hero x assistant) - desk sex af

routine sundays (kiri x gn!reader) - fluff as fuck

runaway  pt 1(kiri x fem!reader) -angst, comfort 847 words

runaway pt 2 -angst, comfort 788 words

{Class 1-A}

Class 1-A as songs from Red (Majority of the class lmao)

{Dabi}

**love u like an alcoholic (dabi x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader) - smut smut smut ** love u like an alcoholic Pt 2  (dabi x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x hawks)

{Shiggy}

**subby baby (sub!shiggy x fem!dom!reader) lil baby shiggy needs relief after a long day :(

{Hawks}

**date night bet (hawks x fem!reader) big smut

**love u like an alcoholic (hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader) - smut smut smut **love u like an alcoholic pt 2 (hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, hawks x dabi)

{Ochako}

**great first impressions (ochako x fem!reader) big smut with a mom friend moment as fuck

Haikyuu:

{Kenma}

golden (kenma x gn!reader) -fluff 1.2k words

{Bokuto}

obedient (bokuto x fem!reader) - porn without plot tbh

drunk and gutsy (bokuto x fem!reader) - fluff 800 words

pretty girl (bokuto x fem!reader) - fluff 1.2k words

{Kuroo}

i'd have to think about it (kuroo x reader / sugawara x reader) - angst/ fluff/ domestic

{Iwaizumi}

**@ my worst (iwaizumi x fem!reader)

{Sugawara}

i'd have to think about it (sugawara x reader / kuroo x reader) - angst/ fluff/ domestic

{Oikawa}

[oftenderweapons]

Dirty ABCs | Jungkook and Candy

Let’s celebrate birthday boy with early NSFW alphabet!!! LET’S GOOOOO

Pairing: Jungkook x reader/OC (Candy)

Wordcount: 2.1k

Genre: headcanons

Rating: 18+. Minors, do not interact.

Here’s my masterlist, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: switch!jk, switch!candy, swearing. Unprotected sex (penetrative and oral — REMEMBER TO USE PROTECTION AND GET CHECKED REGULARLY), double penetration, quickies, creampie, cockwarming, cum eating. Marking, biting, scratching. Masturbation, boobjobs. Mention of mommy kink. Public foreplay, semi-public sex, exhibitionism. Degradation, praise kink, dirty talking, edging, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms. Predator/Prey dynamics. Choking. Bondage. Toys (vibrators, cockrings, sex swing… 👀). Mild torture (?). Platonic spanks.

Beta read by my better half, @joheunsaram

Aftercare: Jungkook likes cuddles and pillow talk after sex. He’s very traditional about it. He enjoys how vulnerable he feels and how tender Candy is towards him. He really enjoys the softness of it all, and most importantly being babied. He wants tiddies and a nap. Candy is all about spoiling her boyfriend after he’s burnt out and satisfied. She loves how pliant and open he feels afterwards, how easy it is to connect with him and just let him vent about his worries.

Body part: Another tiddie man. He just loves how soft and relaxing it feels to rest his head on Candy’s breasts. He also loves her hair and how good it always smells. He lives to nuzzle into her neck and breathe her in. Candy loves Jungkook’s back. It’s the sexiest thing ever and she likes watching his back muscles flex when he’s fucking her. She also loves his waist, so dainty and feline. And of course his eyes. She could stare into his loving dark irises for hours. They’re so expressive.

Cum: Inside. Jungkook always wants inside. Her mouth is a close second, but if given the chance he wants to sink deep into her and bathe in the scent of her while sheathed in her warmth. It feels natural and romantic and loving. There’s no other place he would want to be other than inside her, all the time. Candy is okay with anything he wants. Watching his peaceful, serene expression after he’s fucked her hard and has found his orgasm inside her is ultimately one of the reasons why she loves having sex with Jungkook.

Dirty secret: Jungkook had been secretly nursing a mommy kink for a while. It did pop up once during one of his and Candy's little encounters, but it's not something he feels ready to face. He is so ashamed of it. Candy is really into Jungkook being her whiny, subby, precious good boy. She only wants to spoil him rotten all the time. However she can't stop thinking about all the girls out there willing to give up a lung to have a one night stand with him. Sometimes she just wishes she could dominate him in public. Tie him up, ride him raw till he's dry.

Experience: Jungkook has had only one partner, with whom the sex felt pretty awful. He didn't really think he was into it or could go that wild before he and Candy started sleeping together. Candy is fairly experienced. She has had three or four short term relationships. Maybe a couple flings.

Favourite position: Jungkook can't pick just one. Well, actually yes: missionary, but with Candy's legs pressed together and thrown over his shoulder but also spread apart, her knees pressed to her shoulders. Candy really likes it when he picks her up and fucks her against the wall, or when he gets really creative. That usually entails lots of laughing and joking and communicating.

Goofy: maybe. It depends. If they're making love, then I do see Jungkook getting emotional and Candy brightening the mood with cute jokes and compliments. They do tend to be goofy when they're together, but usually not during sex. It's either a very emotionally raw moment or vicious fucking.

Hair: Jungkook shaves. He's a neat freak and shaves. He does so religiously. Candy is not that consistent, sometimes she shaves, sometimes she trims. Depends on the mood.

Intimacy: it's very demure but it's there. You wouldn't notice it because the moment Jungkook enters beast mode, it's pretty much degradation and overstimulation all over the place. But it's there too! It's in the mere fact that he trusts her enough to forget how to be civil and decent and just unleashes himself all over her. For the first ten times or so it's shy and attempted, he tiptoes around the very edge of control, but once she tells him she loves him, he goes all out and never stops. He explores and pleases. That's his nature. Candy is the one that grants intimacy the most. He knows he can go wild because she's his anchor, keeping things loving and gentle and tender even through the storm. Now, once Jungkook subs though… intimacy galore. Little touches and small kisses and endless tight hugs. Her first goal is to make him feel safe. And that happens through intimacy.

Jack off: These two? Really? No, you didn't understand. If Jungkook has even a remote chance of cumming inside her, there's no way he's masturbating. He will 300% ignore his instincts until he can have her. And it's pretty difficult for Candy not to be in the mood — or not to get into the mood, if need be. She's also not one for masturbating. She does it only when he's not available, be it because he's abroad or he's too busy. But he's always her first choice. Generally speaking it might happen that he's not in the mood and she decides to take a quick shower and deal with it herself, but usually he's joining her after a couple minutes, his mind changed, a bunny smile on his face as he winks and hops in.

Kink: First and foremost, cockwarming. Creampies shortly after. Candy has a thing for marking him, especially scratches down his muscular upper back. Their kinks depend on who's domming: if it's Jungkook, there's plenty of degradation and high chances of predator/prey dynamics. He gets very horny if Candy plays hard to catch, and he discovers it accidentally, after Candy stole the last serving of his favourite snack. Useless to say, the snack was forgotten and they fucked on the floor. Candy likes choking (receiving) and pretty much anything Jungkook is willing to try. She can't wait to try double penetration with him, she's just waiting for him to open up about the topic. When domming, she's into sensory deprivation, bondage, praise kink and edging, especially when boobjobs are involved, since JK is particularly sensitive about the topic. As long as she has him whining and begging below her, she's ready to try anything.

Location: Well, the bedroom is the place of choice for most occasions. Not always though. The shower is a strong opponent. If they do get naughty outside of their home, it's usually in quite private places too. Hotel rooms. Club or restaurant bathrooms. Foreplay in the lift and on the dance floor — mostly Candy rubbing herself all over Jungkook. Well, they did get nasty in a cave once, but that's another story.

Motivation: as I said, playing catch with Jungkook is always a good way to get him in the mood. He's extremely weak for breasts, so anything regarding those is a hot topic too. Candy often wears loose/low neck shirts and leans over, offering him a glimpse of her lack of bra. Low neckline and no bra usually means "please, fuck me across the living room, thank you" in Candy language. While for Candy, watching Jungkook work out or just get sweaty and flirty is a total panty snatcher. You'll find her bent over, ass up, ready for the take.

No: Jungkook doesn't like receiving degradation. Memories of his ex make him uncomfortable with that. Other than that, he strongly opposes to anything that involves hardcore domination. He can be a dom, but he's extremely sensitive about what he does and some acts are a bit too aggressive for his opinion. Candy hadn't tried anything unconventional before Jungkook, and so far all her past no's have turned into hard yes with Jungkook. She's still exploring her limits.

Oral: Jungkook? Hell yes. He likes receiving but he by far prefers giving, especially when Candy is domming or directing him. He could do that for hours, and his love for the act almost rivals that of our local kitty cat Yoongi. His true joy is being rewarded going for multiples with his head between Candy's thighs. Especially if he's cum inside her. Not too fast though, he needs some cockwarming first. Candy is a true fan of giving head. She especially likes doing so when Jungkook is in a subby and bratty mood. Listening to him getting vocal about his appreciation is always the greatest compliment to her, and also an excellent way to discipline him when he gets cocky.

Pace: Fast. Hard. That's all there is. If he's setting the pace, it's outright demonic, hitting at least 74bpm (it's Kiwi by Harry Styles in halftime). Yes, he can go slower, usually when he's in lover boy mode or even better, when he's trying to show Candy who's the boss. Slow, lazy rolls of his hips reaching unknown depths. If Candy's on top/domming it's all about it being intimate, calm, relaxing even. She wants Jungkook to explore a sensuality he is too rushed and forceful for. Through her slow and steady approach she helps him embrace a more feminine and spiritual sexuality that borders on the psychological and tantric.

Quickie: yes. Hard yes. He is the best with quickies. Just get it over with so they're both relieved and they can chat about their day while he's still inside her. There's not much to say. Just yes.

Risk: they prefer avoiding it, however they're young and experimenting, therefore they do sometimes get a bit past the safety line. The biggest risk for them is doing anything where they could be spotted, therefore they're really subtle and overall not too explicit about anything happening in a semi-public context. Except, that one time while they were on holiday, of course. And that other time in which Candy almost jerked him off in a restaurant before blowing him in his car.

Stamina: Insane. Jungkook's stamina is more about endurance rather than control. He can make Candy cum five or six times while he cums twice and is more than glad. He can go for two consecutive rounds without breaking a sweat. For himself he's usually more than happy with a round of foreplay and one of fucking, but if he's determined enough, he can last one more. He usually doesn't push himself that far though, he does when he's been deprived for long enough.

Toy: Although toys aren't usually a part of their sex life, they do use them every now and then. Vibrators, vibrating cockrings, oh! And their sex swing, of course. That's what they use the most, yes.

Unfair: If Jungkook is in hard dom mode, he is very unfair, plenty of teasing and taunting matched with mockery and degradation. He can keep Candy on her toes for a full hour, giving her small reprieve every here and there. Candy is also equally torturous: if she's domming, she's not done edging him until he's whining, sobbing, begging and possibly crying.

Volume: Normally, Candy is very quiet however, Jungkook always goes the extra mile to make her moan and whine, especially if he's eating her out. Jungkook can be especially eloquent with his sounds: grunting and groaning are typically for his dommier side, while whining and whimpering are usually for his subby one. Moaning is all over the place. Consider also a good amount of murmuring and mumbling some dirty talking. Not too much though.

Wild card: Jungkook likes his hair being combed during aftercare. Candy always relaxes while he speaks loving words to make up for the degradation and mockery. She could fall asleep while combing his hair, she's just that tired and comfortable. Also! When he installed the sex swing in their room, he decided it was a good idea to have permanent hooks on the ceiling, mask them with fake plants. Crackhead.

X-Ray: Jungkook has a nice cock. Not too long, not too thick but it has an upward curve that makes stuff interesting. He's probably around six or seven inches. Candy has objectively nice breasts, full, round, truly well structured. And she has a nice ass too, Jungkook likes squeezing it when she throws her leg on top of him during cuddles. He also spanks it a few tens of times a day — not in the sexual way tho, but more in that encouragement/comradery way he has learnt with the guys.

Yearning: Jungkook can go without sex for a long time. I'm talking about a month and more. It's not a priority for him, except right after he and Candy sleep together for the first time, when he needed to get rid of the high. With him, everything is very inconsistent: one week you're having sex every day, and the following one, he's just all about the cuddles and fluff. Candy is up for anything, however she prefers having sex at least once or twice a week. Both feel safe to initiate without fearing being denied. For them, arousal is very easily built through playing and bantering.

Zzz: both take a while to fall asleep after sex. Plenty of time for pillow talking and cleaning up, though they prefer doing so very pragmatically. Any time spent apart during aftercare is a waste to both of them: they just want to talk things out, relax, bask in each other's warm presence.

[cursestothemoon]

a dumbeldore one please! ahfdikggkjk jk- dom!harry seduces y/n in a cafeteria and sub!y/n loves him and yeah hot smut iafhkggkhoojkgk

~🦋

i was so worried someone would request like Dumbledore x Mad Eye with spanking or something and i could NOT handle that

anyway

Don't Let Them Know

H.P. X FEM!READER

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings: NSFW, dom!Harry/sub!reader, vaginal penetration, oral (female receiving), strong language, public sexual interaction, UNEDITED, also kinda short im sorry :)

"Keep quiet." Harry muttered into your ear.

Before you could turn to ask him about the odd request you felt his hand trail up your exposed thigh.

Harry's palm was warm and calloused from extensive quidditch training, the rough wood of his broom doing little to keep his hands soft.

His hand left a faint red path in its midst, the dry callouses and old blisters scratching against the sensitive skin of your thigh.

And you loved it.

You bit your lip in hopes to abide to his request, keep quiet.

Suddenly the Great Hall had gone fuzzy, the feeling of Harry's thumb circling your clit over your underwear the only thing you could focus on. The only thing you wanted to focus on.

You wrapped your hand around his wrist in between your thighs, each muscle and tendon you could feel as he rotated his hand; Harry had beautiful hands.

The barely there pressure on your clit was infuriating, it was just enough for you to feel him, the walls of your pussy clenching at the mere thought but light enough to have your teeth leaving indents in your lip as you refrained from whining.

Harry moved his thumb from your clit entirely, making your leg bounce in annoyance until you felt the rough pads of his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties.

You leaned over, as subtly as you could, and whispered hurriedly into his ear, "Harry, please."

All you received in return was a smirk and a glance, his lip just barely curling to give you the smug expression.

"Don't let them know."

He said it so quickly and nonchalantly you almost missed it, not realizing the words were directed to you, nevertheless, you caught it and nodded eagerly.

Butterflies erupted in your belly along with a ball of searing hot arousal as Harry dips his hand into your panties. His index and middle finger catch your clit in their descent down to your entrance and start to tease the sensitive nub with rough, drawn out circles.

Slowly he started to quicken his pace, your underwear no doubt a mess by now with just how desperately your cunt was weeping for him.

Harry's fingers circled and circled and circled your clit. Each ridge, callous, and crease adding to the heavenly friction of his fingers against your throbbing clit.

"More potatoes?"

The sudden reality shock made you gasp and look at Dean Thomas bewildered.

"N-no that's alright, thanks." You staggered out as normal as you were able to.

Harry's fingers never stopped and you could hear the faint chuckle fall from his lips at your minor predicament. Merlin, what those lips were capable of.

Luckily, Dean didn't seem to find your behavior odd- or at least if he did he had the decency not to mention it.

Your mind slipped back into the lustful haze it was in prior to Dean's interruption. Harry's two digits moved down through your slick folds to tease your entrance, the heel of his palm now rubbing against your clit.

Harry shifted to lean into your neck, the smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses and causing your eyes to roll back.

"Go on, fuck yourself with my fingers. Get yourself off, without so much as a peep." He whispered harshly against your skin, causing goosebumps to flourish on your skin.

You were quick to place your hand in your panties, over his own, and started to use your fingers to push his inside of your entrance. You continued on like that, using Harry's hand to fuck yourself. An orgasm was fast approaching and you were biting your lip raw trying to keep yourself together.

"Dumb baby's taking too long." Harry growled to himself, though it was loud enough for you to hear.

He through your hand out and away from your cunt before starting to thrust his fingers into you, faster and harder. The heel of his palm roughly gridding against your aching clit with each thrust of his digits.

You could feel your breath starting to get ragged, your chest heaving and toes curling all while you tried your hardest to keep your composure. Dinner in the Great Hall may have been loud, but Harry could get you louder.

Harry had an unbreakable poker face, he continued to laugh along with Ron's jokes and add in short one liners into conversations here and there- it was beyond impressive. He turned to catch your eye as the walls of your tight pussy started to spasm around his fingers, you were close.

It was your expression that nearly had Harry's mask of indifference crack, with your pouty lip and blown out eyes you just looked so subby he had to refrain himself from grabbing you by the throat and pulling you into a heavy kiss.

"Cum, I've got you, darling." Harry reassured quietly, showing no mercy in his movements.

You did as you were told, forehead falling against Harry's shoulder as you kept completely quiet and mostly still- apart from your cunt clenching around Harry's fingers as you came.

"You alright, Y/n?" It was Dean again.

"Cramps," Harry answered without missing a beat. "Think I should be taking her up to her dorm, poor thing needs some rest."

Dean nodded apologetically as you lifted your head from Harry's shoulder.

Harry shifted, fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you, to place a kiss onto your hairline.

Just when you thought the torture was over, all you had left to endure was a quick trip up to your dorm, but how wrong you were. The clang of a metal utensil sounded from next to you- Harry had dropped his fork.

Wordlessly, he moved off of his seat- pulling his fingers out of you whilst doing so- and crouched down to the floor. He picked up the fork, but before getting back in his seat he turned to make eye contact with you.

Lust was prominent in his eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked off all your juices.

You let out a small whine as he stood up, pulling you with him.

"Night, sods, need to go take care of my girl." Harry bid goodnight to his friends.

Dean waved as you started to leave the table, "Feel better!"

tags:

@amourtentiaa

@lifeofkaze

@siriusement

@erinruby003

@maybesandohnos

@onlyfreds

[gurugirl]

The Forbidden (Completed Series)

stepbrother!harry - in which Harry and you meet six months before your parents are married and there’s immediate sexual tension that neither of you have the power to resist but things are tricky and quite messy

Mint Chocolate Chip (Completed Series)

in which the attractive older man that frequents the ice cream shop you work at has been making dark plans for you and when he finally gets you where he wants you, you’re easier to break than he imagined - dark!Harry content

The Con Artist (Completed Series)

detective!harry x criminal!reader

You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you he finds it difficult to resist your charms.

Forgive Me, Father (Completed Series)

soft dom priest!harry x subby!reader

Harry is a priest with a dark secret but he's got a big heart and he's looking for someone special to share it with. When Y/n confesses her sins, he thinks she might just be the one.

The Arrangement (Completed Series)

sugardaddy dom!harry x subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

A Good Boy (Completed Series)

stepson!harry x stepmom!reader (both adults)

Harry's got the hots for his young stepmom and she's pretty fond of him too.But they're both trying really hard to be good.Loosely based on this ask.

A Balancing Act (Completed Series)

this fic is commissioned by @cinnamonone (thank you!! xoxo): Y/n is a successful artist with a good head on her shoulders and Harry is a famous popstar in therapy. Navigating a relationship with someone as famous and adored as Harry isn't an easy task but Harry is desperate to make it work once and for all. famous!harry x plus size!reader

Just For Tonight (Completed Series)

this fic is anon commissioned (thank you!! xoxo): Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's only going to be just for tonight. Or is it? famous!harry x reader

The Unicorn (Completed Series)

Based on this & this. 3 part very mini-series. You nanny for the Styles, but Harry and his wife would like to offer you another position. Everyone gets more than they bargained for. dad!harry x nanny!reader

Can We Start Over ? (Completed Series)

this 5 part series is commissioned by @justfattiethings (thank you!! xoxo): From the first day you and Harry meet, your relationship is beyond complicated. A one night stand leads to hurt feelings and then a job opportunity that you simply can't pass up is offered. But can you handle working for a man like him? enemies to lovers

Ex-Boyfriend's Dad!Harry (completed)

Harry's your ex-boyfriend's hot dad. But it gets more complicated than just that. Harry's your ex-boyfriend's hot dad. But it gets more complicated than just that.

It's Good to Be King | mean king!harry

Harry, a handsome, but ill-mannered new king, bound by tradition, must select a queen, and against all expectations, he chooses Y/n, a street beggar. Now, Y/n finds herself caught between the gilded cage of royalty and the cold, harsh simplicity of her past, navigating a court shocked by her presence and a king who revels in the scandal of it all.

[goldensunflowe-r]

Cam Harry/Reader

Masterlist

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Hey miss Ava it’s subby sunday! Are you up for it?☺️

yeaaah aight what the hell lol 😂

send in your concepts of dom!reader x sub!man of your choice below:

tom holland/peter parker/arvin russell

harrison osterfield

harry holland

sam holland

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henry cavill

jake gyllenhaal

or anyone else you fancy!

Subby Sunday ends at midnight est!!!

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Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Surrender

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: dominatrix, pegging, rough sex, oral sex, sub/dom dynamics, spanking,choking, mommy kink, just nasty filthy shit

Summary:When Harry is stressed and tired of being in control he comes here to her.

A/N: I am a slut for subby needy Harry. Requests are open, feel free to send me one and please remember to reblog, comment and like, it is always appreciated

Everyone has their addictions. Some people were better at hiding them than others.

Harry was really good. No one knew what he was into.

He enters the dark club with his head down, hoping none outside had seen him coming in.

"Mr. Styles. Welcome back." He hands the hostess his black card.

"I want Y/N." The hostess smiled knowingly.

"I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." Harry's dick twitched as she handed him back his card. The club was dark, red light glowing and illuminating bodies sprawled on couches and the floor, at the bar, it smelled like sex and sweat and alcohol. He shook himself, trying to loosen up.

The hostess led Harry down a narrow hall, stopping at a door on the right at the end of it. She turned, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Have fun." He smiled, nodding at her as he opened the door.

Harry was in control every second of every day. Everything was planned, on his shoulders, it got overbearing.

"Oh...Hello Harry." As soon as the words left her pretty mouth everything washed away. Harry's shoulders relaxed and he stumbled forward towards her, he needed her, he needed this.

Y/N was the first and only dominatrix he had ever been with. She took care of him, fucked him good and the aftercare was amazing. Anytime he was in New York he would pay her a visit.

"M....mummy." he whined, reaching for her. She let him hug her, burying his face in her shoulder. Mummy was something he called her on accident the first time they'd been together. However she liked it and demanded he address her as such whenever they played.

"Hi baby boy, you miss me?" He nodded as she stroked his back. She pushed on him slightly, cueing him to back up. He took her in, eyes raking over her body.

Y/N wore a tight black PVC body suit with garters and black stockings, her boots came up to her thighs, the heel long, thin and sharp. Her hair was pulled back out of her face, ruby red lips smiling at him dangerously. He loved it.

She observed him as well, taking in his rugged appearance, he looked so tense and wound up. She would take care of that in a minute.

"On your knees boy." Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he eagerly fell to the floor. Y/N stood over him, she grabbed his hair harshly, running her fingers through the soft curls. He moaned, body arching slightly at her touch. "You been a good boy since I last saw you?" He nods, looking up at you through hooded lashes.

"So good," he whined when you tugged his hair at the roots. "So good. I promise." You trail your fingers down his cheek, rubbing your forefinger against his lips. You tapped his bottom lip gently, coaxing his mouth open, he sucked your finger into his mouth quickly, licking and sucking on it. His hard on was already straining through his pants and he'd only been there for a few minutes.

"I'm gonna take good care of you baby," you say breathlessly, pulling your finger out of his mouth. "Make you feel so good." You grabbed the collar of his dress shirt, yanking him back to his feet. He was quite a bit taller than you, yet he looked like a lost puppy, arousal written all over his face. You reached down to palm him through his pants.

"M...mummy." he groaned, leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, he was putty in your hands.

"I want these pants off and I want you on your hands and knees boy. Gonna fuck you so good."

You pushed him away, giggling slightly at the way he fumbled to pull his pants off and get in position on the bed. The power you held over him was intoxicating, you were high off it.

He looked at you over his shoulder, watching as you reached for the black riding crop he loved. He watched you walk to hin slowly, tapping the crop on your palm, once you reached him you dragged it against his skin, causing him to shiver as you brought it up his spine and towards his mouth.

"Suck it boy." You command. He takes the crop into his mouth willingly, moaning against the black leather. "My good boy." You praise, pulling the crop out of his mouth. You step back, cracking the crop against his ass sharply. He gasps, jerking forward. A red mark forms on his pale skin, you reach out and rub the sore skin soothingly.

"You want more?" You ask him in a teasing tone. You haven't even done anything yet and he's already white knuckling the sheets on the twin sized bed he barely fit on. "Been a while since you've been punished huh?"

"Yeah....god yeah mummy. Too long." He keened, rocking slightly. You lift the crop again, bringing a harsh slap against his already red cheek.

"Count."

"O-one..." he stutters as you bring the crop down over his back side. He cries out, counting each time the cold leather meets his skin, he feels incredibly aroused, his dick so hard he's not sure how much more he can take.

You climb up on the bed behind him, throwing the crop to the side after ten smacks and reach around. He sobs slightly when you grab his dick, it's thick and hard, precum smearing on your hand as it dribbles down towards his balls.

You reach up and grab his hair, yanking his head back roughly to whisper in his ear. "You're such a bad boy, getting so hard while mommy spanks you." You suck beneath his ear, causing shivers to roll over his body as you stroke his dick, slowly, torturously, he tries to buck into your hand and you bite down on his neck, warning him not to move. "Relax baby. You'll come. More than once." God he loved your confidence. The way you took control, man handling him made him feel so good, so free. He didn't have to think, he didn't have to be responsible. Just do.

"F....fuck....shit." he groaned when you smeared precum on his tip, tugging him roughly, he could feel the arousal pooling in his belly. He was so close, so close to cumming.

"Cum for me baby. Slick up my hand with that cum." He roared, cumming hard into your hand, groaning and panting as you finally let him buck into your hand, riding out his high. His muscles clenched, heat flooding through his body before relaxing. He collapsed on the bed, burying his face in the pillow, his shirt drenched with sweat.

"Oh baby so good." You praised, kissing behind his ear. You rolled him onto his back unbuttoning his shirt and helping him slide it off his shoulders. You gazed at his tattoos, tracing the butterfly on his sternum with your finger tips, he arched up into your touch.

"M..mummy?" He gasped. "Wanna taste...please let me taste." You sit back, watching him for a minute, you loved to tease him, watching as his eyebrows crease with desire.

"Beg me." You leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs and revealing your cunt to him, already slicked up and wet from watching him come undone. His nostrils flared as he sat up and on his knees in front of you, he reached out, looking to you for confirmation before placing his hands on your knees, the leather of your boots soothing his burning hands. He licked his lips, hungry for you. "Beg me. Now." You hiss.

"Please...please mummy. Wanna taste you. Wanna make you feel so good. Please....wanna thank you for letting me cum. I need to." The whine in his voice and the neediness in his tone was almost enough to make you cum right there. You didn't always get off with a client. But with Harry, you always could. He was just so...willing.

"Lick mommy up good baby," you say, leaning back on your elbows. He grinned, hoisting your thighs over his shoulder as he dove into your went folds.

You gasped as he latched onto your clit, sucking softly, his tongue teasing and playing in your folds. His nails dug into your thighs, nearly ripping your stockings as he yanked you closer. You could never tell him, but he gave the best head you had ever gotten.

"Just like that baby, oh," you reach down, fisting your fingers into his hair as you begin to ride his face, pushing him further against you.

He grunted, sucking and licking at you harder. His tongue entered you, licking at your walls, darting in and out as he sucked your clit. You felt your body starting to stiffen, arousal filling every inch of your body, you were climbing high.

"Fuck...fuck baby...always so good for me...." you yank his head back from you, going off script you tug at him, yanking him up over your body. "Fuck mommy." You command, seeing how hard he had become again, just from eating you out. "Fuck me good baby. Hard."

Harry wasted no time, always wanting to please you. He slams his dick into you, burying his face in your shoulder as he begins to fuck you. Your hands scramble, digging your nails into the skin of his back, almost hard enough to break the skin. You hear the bed banging against the wall as he continues slow and hard thrusts into you, grinding his body against your clit every time he goes back in.

"Thank you....thank you for letting me fuck you..." he admonished, the gratefulness in his tone turning you on even more. You bit down on his neck hard, sucking a bruise into the skin. He didn't care, you could mark him anyway you wanted and he would proudly wear it.

"Harder baby. Fuck me into the bed." He does as he's told, slamming into you as hard as he can. The sound of skin slapping, bed banging and panting all that's heard as you climb closer to your high.

"Kiss...." he mumbled into your ear, his breath hot on your neck. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." You hiss. He leaned down, mouth open as he devours you, swiping his tongue into your mouth and wrestling with yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, you suck on it, causing him to groan and his hips to stutter. You were close.

When your orgasm hit you screamed. You didn't mean to but you couldn't help it, heels digging into his ass, nails deep in his back, dragging down his skin as your body arched and he fucked you harder, dragging out your orgasm. Your mind went white as your blood boiled and adrenaline rushed through your veins.

He pulled out of you, still hard as you came down from your high. You looked at him, noting you had done a number on him, a dark purple bruise forming on his neck and no doubt claw Marcos on his back. He smiled at you shyly, going to kneel in front of you again.

"You're still hard baby." You say as you regain your composure, puttingbthe mask back on and ready to keep playing. "Do you want to cum?" You asked. He nodded. You got off the bed, going to the one dresser on the sparse room. The florescent lights glinted off the metals itemsnin the first drawer as you dug through it, searching for something.

Harry hissed when you came back with lube and a strap on. One of his favorite games.

"On the bed." He does as he's told, laying on his stomach, ass arched in the air. You climb up behind him, squirting some of the lube on your fingers. "Gotta loosen you up first baby. Then I'll fill you up with this....you like it don't you?" He nods, swallowing hard as you begin to probe his hole, slipping one finger in. He hissed, he hadn't been stretched out in a while.

Harry hisses as you push one finger in. You wait for him to adjust and then slowly move your finger in and out of his ass, "I'm gonna add a finger baby." You say, waiting for his nod before pushing another digit in. He moans, arching slightly as you begin to twist and curl your fingers, fucking in and out of him slowly. By the time you add a third finger he's whining, rubbing his dick against the bed, humping with desperation.

"You ready for me baby?" You ask after a few minutes, pulling your fingers all the way out much to his dismay. You see him nod furiously against the sheets. "Words."

"Yes...please....please mummy fuck me." You sit back, pulling the strap on around you and buckling it secure. Harry watches over his shoulder as you lube it up, before placing it right between his cheeks.

"I'ma go slow....seems like it's been awhile since you been fucked like this." He hums softly and you slowly push in, reaching up to rub his back gently as he tenses. "Relax baby. It'll hurt if you don't." He takes a few breaths before his body relaxes. You slowly continue pushing in, until your flush with his ass. You sir there for a moment, letting him adjust to the feeling.

"P...please mummy. Need you." Harry grumbled into the bedsheets. You begin to move slowly, pulling in and out with soft, slow thrusts while he adjusts.

"Feel good baby? Like being fucked by mommy?"

"Yeah." He says breathlessly. You begin to move a little faster, grabbing his hip hard, nails digging into the skin there. He groans, fisting the bedsheets.

You lean down, wrapping your arms under his, body laying flush against his back, your body suit rubbing roughly against his skin, not that he minded. Your hand wrapped around his throat, the other intertwined with his against the sheets as you began to fuck him into the bed, harder.

"C...choke...please..." Harry whined. You complied, squeezing the hand around his throat slightly. He gasped, squirming against you, trying to thrust back against the strap on. You knew he was rubbing his dick against the bed, the friction probably feeling amazing to him.

"Tell me when I hit that spot babe." You whisper in his ear, sucking on the lobe before burying your face in his shoulder, grunting after an extra hard thrust.

"T....there....mummy don't stop....please. please." You loved how needy he was, always begging, always wanting you. It spurred you on. "'m gonna cum," he gasped, gripping your hand tightly.

You pulled out, the tip of the strap on still on the edge of his hole, before shoving on as hard and deep as you could, choking him in the process.

Harry gasped as you hit that sweet spot. That, you choking him and the friction against his dick was too much. He screamed pathetically, clawing and squirming against the sheets as he came, trying to ride the high as long as he could, eyes rolling back and body trembling as it ripped through him.

It didn't last long enough.

You pulled out of him , unbuckling the strap on and letting it fall to the floor. You went to the night stand, pouring some water in a bowl and wetting a rag.

Harry's back was destroyed, rug burn from your dress and claw marked him up good, the skin red and raised, looking tender to the touch, his hole looked swollen and bruised, but he sighed contentedly, letting you press the cool rag against his skin

Harry would be lying if he said this wasn't his favorite part. He rolled onto his back stiffly when you coaxed him, letting you wipe the cum off his belly. He jerked, hissing when you touched his dick. You apologized quietly, before gently cleaning him off.

You leaned up, brushing your hand through his hair gently. "You did amazing baby." You kissed his forehead, he couldn't help but smile.

The sun was just coming up when Harry ducked out of the club, back burning, hole sore but fully content. He couldn't wait to come back to New York and see her again.

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The Arrangement

sugardaddy dom!harry x college student subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, dom/sub dynamic, smut, use of implements for bondage and bdsm play, DDlg kink, cheating

Part 1 - 22k words

Y/n is an intern at Harry's company and he thinks she's adorable and might just be what he's been looking for. She's already smitten.

Part 2 - 17k words

Harry & Y/n start to get serious despite his wife's wishes, and there's something going on with Romy that isn't sitting right.

~Extras~

The Office Visit - 2k words

Y/n visits Harry at his office in the middle of the day for "lunch".

"Like this, Daddy?" - 3.4k words

Harry wants to make a cute video of Y/n stripping for him but it quickly turns into a sex tape.

Owned - 6.2k words

Harry brings Y/n to his home and Romy returns at a very bad time (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

The Work Trip - 4.8k words

Harry takes Y/n with him on a work trip (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

Pervert - 3k words

Based on this request. Harry calls Y/n to his office in the middle of a workday (takes place in the past before Harry and Romy split)

Dress Up - 4.5k words

Based on this request. Y/n dresses up in diamonds and jewels and thinks she looks sexy so she secretly makes a solo video of herself. But then she goes out on a limb and sends the video to Harry while he's working.

[gurugirl]

Don't Speak

*images are for aesthetic only

priest!harry x subby!reader | soft dom!harry x bratty/sub!reader

Summary: Y/n accidentally says something in front of everyone at prayer group that gets her in trouble with the priest.

A/N: I know it's been so long since I gave y'all any priestrry but I missed him and his pet so I was compelled to write this! Hope you enjoy! And if you're tagged it's bc you are either on my main general taglist or you asked to be tagged in anything for priestrry (even tho it's been so long) just let me know if you want to be removed and I will! xoxo

Word Count: 2,692

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, religious mentions, smut, sub/dom dynamic, spanking, punishment

Forgive Me, Father masterlist

She hadn’t meant to say it in front of everyone during prayer group. It didn’t have to mean anything if no one read too much into it. She was only responding to a simple question but she said we.

We plan to eat after the meeting.

We, as in the mention of herself and Harry. The two of them doing something together. She hoped they interpreted it as her saying -with someone other than Harry. But she also looked at Harry directly when she said it. Maybe no one saw that.

But Harry certainly did. And the look she received from him was scalding. She knew she was in for it once everyone had gone.

No one followed up to ask who was the other part of this we she spoke of. She wished they would. She could say anyone and make up a little lie. Her brother. Her roommate. Anyone. But no one asked.

And she wasn’t sure if the room felt tense or if it was just her. Because after she said it, she felt like everyone was suddenly looking at her differently. And of course, the way Harry was warning her with his eyes wasn’t helping matters.

So she kept her head down and her mouth closed until the end. And when everyone began to leave, like always, she walked out of the house and to the side to wait until everyone was gone.

And even when the coast was clear she hesitated for a moment. But ultimately going back inside with Harry to face whatever kind of reprimand he was going to give her was better than waiting and wondering about what he might do. Perhaps she could plead her case.

Stepping into the living room she found Harry folding up the metal chairs and placing them tidily in their little wooden cubby behind the couch. He walked across the room without even a glance in her direction and into the kitchen with a glass. Standing still in her spot she could hear the glass being placed in the sink and then his footfalls as he began to walk back to the living room.

“Father, I’m sorry. It just slipped out. I don’t think anyone noticed–“

“Go stand and face the corner. Don’t speak.”

She gulped and gave a quick nod as she scurried toward the corner of the living room and let her limbs fall loose as she waited for the priest to finish what he was doing. She wanted to protest. To tell him it was an accident and to go easy on her but she knew better than to resist.

Minutes stretched on as she listened to Harry cleaning up and moving back and forth from the living room to the kitchen before she heard him approaching behind her and then stopping.

She could feel him standing behind her but he kept silent for a beat or two before she felt his breath at the back of her neck, “Tell me what happens if someone finds out about us, Y/n.”

She inhaled a shaky breath and squeezed her eyes closed, “Well, you could face expulsion from the church. Everything you’ve worked so hard for that you love the most would be gone. Or they’d transfer you and after penance, you’d have to promise to permanently end our relationship.”

The floorboard creaked as Harry stepped in closer and she felt his warm hands at the tops of her arms, “I could lose what I love, yes. But if it came to choosing you or the church do you know what I would do, pet?”

“Father, I would like to believe you’d choose me. But I would understand if you chose the church.”

“Do you doubt how deep my love for you is?”

Y/n opened her eyes and took a deep breath, the plaster of the white wall in her view, “I don’t doubt how deeply you love me. I feel it every moment. But I also know how deep your love is for God and for your vocation.”

“I’m angry that you let it slip out like that so freely in front of everyone. But I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I want you to know that I’ll always choose you. Over everything else. Over my priesthood. Over God. You’re the most important thing I have.

A stray tear escaped her eye as he pressed his chest into her back and suddenly lifted his hands and she felt her red leather collar being placed on her neck as he adjusted the buckle, “Besides, I’ve slipped up too haven’t I? When I thought no one was watching. But you slipped up in front of many sets of eyes and ears. Let’s hope they didn’t notice the way you looked at me when you said it.”

She turned to look back at him to respond but one of his hands gripped the back of her neck, “Face the wall. I’m not done with you yet. As much as I understand it was a mistake, there are consequences for your actions, pet. Take off this dress.”

Biting her lip she silently pulled the fabric over her head and Harry noted she was not wearing panties. He imagined she did that on purpose. She often enjoyed leaving things uncovered in case they were in a situation where he could just take her. But she was cheeky too so maybe it was just to get a rise out of him.

“No panties while we were all sat here praying to our Lord. Fucks sake, Y/n.”

The first strike to her bottom had her wobbling forward, palms on the walls, and bending slightly at the waist. She was used to being spanked and when he did it with his hands it was a treat. She loved his hands on her. No matter how they were touching her.

Another open-palmed swat and then another had her dipping her head and closing her eyes as she braced herself.

She felt his hand smooth up her spine and press down between her shoulders, “Bend down further. Keep your hands on the wall, legs together. Think about what you can do to not make the kind of mistake you made today while I get your paddle.”

A big gulp was pulled down her throat as Harry stepped away. What could she have done differently? Maybe just be on top of her thoughts at all times? Never waver in front of people? She wasn’t sure. How was it possible to not accidentally slip up once in a great while? She had been so good all this time. Never doing anything that would really tip anyone off. The slip-up was bound to happen at some point.

When Harry returned she felt a kind hand rub over her bottom, “You get five on each side and no crying. Once I’ve given you five you’ll tell me what you could have done differently and if you haven’t come up with something you’ll get another five on each side. Understand?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Count for me.”

Every strike to her sensitive bottom had her keening and gasping. She counted each one, five on each side (so ten really and she would have complained but now wasn’t the time).

“Now, tell me. What can you do to make sure that never happens again? How can we avoid it?”

She took a deep breath, still reeling from her stinging bottom and knowing she was about to get five more (ten more) because she hadn’t come up with an idea quite yet.

“Uhh… I just need to think harder and not let myself really look at you… uh… I can keep my mind sharp so I don’t say things I shouldn’t on accident.”

“No. That’s not it. Count for me.”

The next round hurt more. The smooth leather landing against her sore ass had her arching her back away from him and hissing between numbers she pushed from her lungs. Every one biting a little more than before.

But when she got to her final five (ten) she thought of an answer that she felt would suffice and nearly hopped up with a grin, but knowing better she stayed in her position.

“Have you come up with an answer for me?”

“I can just not speak. I’ll say my throat hurts and keep my mouth closed the whole meeting.”

“That will only work once or twice. But every meeting, pet? You can do better than that. Count for me.”

She let her tears slip out of her eyes as she racked her brain for the answer he might want. Every number she counted got lost in her fuzzy brain and the ache from the paddle on her bum started to numb and the shift in how it made her feel manifested in arousal, which the priest did not miss as he could see her pussy with the way she was bent for him; That obvious glisten beginning to seep out from her labia.

“Tell me what you can do to avoid making comments like you did today.”

She inhaled and moaned softly, “I think that I should maybe not come to all the prayer meetings. I can stay in my cage if I’m feeling a little off maybe? Then I won’t have the opportunity to at all. And me not being at all the meetings would be good I think. Because no one is always at every meeting. Probably good for me to sit back for a while.”

The paddle fell to the floor and she felt Harry’s hands gently caressing her bottom, his fingers gliding over the raised skin left behind from the paddle, “You are so smart, pet. See? That’s perfect. Don’t move from your spot. Keep your thighs together.”

She heard the clank of his buckle and smiled to herself. She loved it when he had his way with her. She didn’t even care what he was about to do, she welcomed him wherever and however he wanted.

When his hands returned to her back and gently pressed over her bum she sighed as he leaned over and kissed her shoulder blade, “I love you. I know you didn’t do it on purpose,” she listened as he spoke and could tell he was stroking himself behind her the way his voice was wavering, breathy. “No matter what happens, you’re mine and I’m keeping you, okay?” His voice hitched up just a bit as he scraped his cockhead through her folds. She was tempted to spread her thighs but she resisted since he’d been very clear with her to keep them together.

“Yes, Father,” she breathed as she felt his smooth tip collecting her arousal, gliding up and down through her crease.

“And since you didn’t do it on purpose and I’ve given you 15 spanks as punishment,” 15 on each side, she corrected in her mind, “I’ll let you come but you may not move. I don’t want you spreading your legs to keep steady either. I’ll hold you up if you start to fall.”

The sudden slicing of his wide cock through her delicate pussy entrance had her groaning and dropping her mouth wide open. She was so wet and gushy already. She felt her arousal seep down to the back of her thigh as he began to thrust into her, juices leaking down from her opening.

Harry’s hand landed on the wall next to her head as his other clutched her hip tight, thick crown splitting her in half, and it all felt even tighter inside with her thighs pressed together. But her legs started to sway as he took heavy strokes, hips smacking against her ass. A deep moan vibrated from his chest and the way she was squeezing around him was like heaven. If he had to go to hell for his sins it would be worth it. She was worth everything to him.

When the priest noticed his pet having difficulty keeping steady he pushed into the brim, filling her completely, and gently nudged and nudged deeper into her, rutting in with hips pasted to her ass, “Being so good for me, pet. Keeping your legs together as I asked. Feels so good with you around me…”

She could hear the tightness in his voice. Her priest was enjoying her pussy. His pussy. Everything was his. All of her belonged to him. She kept her palms on the wall as he fucked into her, keeping his body tucked against her, spreading her open completely and fitting right up against her cervix like she needed.

“Want to be good for you, Father. Want to make you happy and give you everything I can. You own every single part of me.”

He groaned and rutted forward making her inhale sharply, “I do own you don’t I pet? That’s why I call you my pet. Because you’re mine and you always will be. Isn’t that right?”

No one would have ever guessed the pair stood together in the corner fucking in the small living room had the kind of secret they did. No one would have ever guessed the man was a priest and the girl on his cock with the red leather choker was his dirty secret. His divine secret. No one would know the kinds of sinful things they did together every day. If they glanced at the marks on her bare bottom they wouldn’t have assumed they were from the hands of a priest.

“Yes! Father, I’ll always be yours. I’m your possession, your property…”

They both panted as Harry’s cock worked its magic inside of her hot cunt. The wetness of her walls surrounding him and coating him was the perfect spot for him to snug into and spill his seed into.

Her lip curled up as she coughed out a loud moan and arched her back, eyes closed and in sheer bliss from her insides being rearranged. She was weak for him and her orgasm couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please! Can I come, Father? Oh my god…”

He could feel her shaking, thighs trembling so hard he had to hold her hips on both sides so she didn’t tip over.

“Aww poor thing. It aches, doesn’t it? Little pet needs to have her release, doesn’t she? Got all stressed out after misspeaking. You can come. Give me your orgasm, Y/n. Let me feel you… want to feel you milking my cock…”

Harry’s own strong thighs were beginning to quiver as his balls began to squeeze up against his body, his release just moments away.

She cried out and tensed as she spasmed and clenched around him, wave after delicious wave of wet orgasm gushing from her until she felt his grip tighten and then his chest brush into her back, his lips on her shoulder, “Come for me, pet. Holy fuck…”

He groaned at how her walls pulsed, beckoning him to come, sucking his cock deep into her tummy with every squeeze until he growled and bit down on her skin, cock pumping and throbbing inside of her.

The priest had considered not letting her come at first. But he was glad he changed his mind because there was nothing better than to have her siphoning his come from his cock as she fluttered around him and her pretty voice whined and begged…

His hot come began to leak out of her pulsing hole as he thrusted in and when he stood back to watch as he pulled out and plunged in again he saw her cream coating him.

Her legs were still wobbly as he pulled out and gently turned her in his arms and pushed his lips to hers. She felt his warm hands on her face and she knew she had nothing to worry about with her priest. He loved her and she knew it without question. Misspeak or not, he wasn’t going to just give up on her because of an accident.

Bumping his nose to hers he whispered against her lips, “I’ll always choose you. Over everything. Don’t ever doubt my love for you, pet.”

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