#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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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

Below the Line Masterlist

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

[strawhatsweets]

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.

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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

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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!"

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@amourtentiaa

@lifeofkaze

@siriusement

@erinruby003

@maybesandohnos

@onlyfreds

[goldensunflowe-r]

Cam Harry/Reader

Masterlist

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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.

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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

chris evans/steve rogers

sebastian stan/bucky barnes

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.

[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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The Arrangement | Part 2*

Summary: 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/n: Based on this request (take a read so you know what you're in for here) ~~ sugardaddy dom!harry x subby!reader 17.2k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut, spanking, use of rope, suspension, dominant/submissive relationship & dynamic (DDlg included), lying, unprotected sex, cheating, some slight violence

The Arrangement Masterlist

Y/n was feeling quite scandalous when she went back to work the day after she’d spent the most amazing night with Harry in bed, on the terrace, in the rooftop pool, and then having him choose to stay with her rather than going home to his wife. She woke up in his arms with him kissing her and then she somehow found herself happily giving him sloppy head and swallowing him down before getting dressed in her new chic high-waisted Loro Piana linen skirt, a cropped silk chiffon Loewe top, and the Manolos again.

And of course, the rouge Birkin bag.

Of which, Jessica nearly lost her mind over.

“Holy…” she looked around before speaking her next words quietly, “shit! Is this for real? Oh my god!!”

Y/n let her hold the bag as she turned her computer on. She was feeling so relaxed and so confident. Not like she’d ever really felt before. She knew, of course, her arrangement with Harry was just, well… an arrangement, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t absolutely glowing and feeling the effects of his lavish attention.

“Yes, it’s real.” Y/n smiled and sat down. She still burned hot with embarrassment at Jessica’s attention over the bag but this time she was able to push it down and feign confidence.

Jessica leaned over her desk, “And you look… you’re absolutely radiant, Y/n. Like, everything about you looks…” she placed the purse down on the desk, “well… anyway. Do you want to grab lunch with me today?”

And that was how it went until the end of her internship. Suddenly, the nice clothes, the shoes, and the Birkin bag had Jessica’s attention and Y/n was invited to lunch nearly every day. Some days Y/n declined when Harry wanted her to himself. Which was at least once a week. In his office, in the conference room, at his house when Romy wasn’t there. Even once at her apartment in her room.

Harry had determined, though, that her living situation was not to his standards. The neighborhood she lived in wasn’t up to par. It was a little dangerous and having her wait for the bus to get to work or to go home made him nervous. He didn’t like it. He hated wondering if she was okay arriving at home late. He always insisted she text or call him once she arrived home safely.

And things progressed quickly. He showed her what he wanted and Y/n was on board all the way. She was all yes and please and thank you from the get-go.

She learned that she loved being completely tied up. Having her legs and arms secured with rope and tied down so he could do as he pleased. It gave her so much pleasure and made her feel confident and calm, as crazy as that sounded. Not needing to make any kind of decision or even move a bone in her body if she didn’t want. Because she trusted Harry. The longer she knew him the better it was. The more confident and comfortable she was.

He bought her more things she didn’t need but that she wound up loving. More clothes. A new cellphone. He paid her monthly bill. Flew her to Hawaii with him for a quick weekend away when he had a conference. Booked spa, hair, and nail appointments for her, paid for a driver to pick her up at her apartment when she wasn’t staying at some posh hotel with him, and even gave her a credit card. He made her an authorized user and gave her her own card with her name on it and everything.

Harry paid for everything. He wouldn’t allow her to spend any of her money. He wanted her to save every dime she made.

It took a little time to get her comfortable with the money aspect. She was very much fine with the physical part of their relationship. She loved the feeling of not comfortably sitting (the reminder of why she couldn’t sit was a thrill), loved when he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed. Loved being yanked by the leather collar and leash and strapped into the harness and fucked so hard she’d spin out into her subspace and feel like a floaty angel.

She loved it all because it was with Harry who she trusted. Who took such good care of her after. Who treated her like his princess and chose her over his wife time and time again. Whom she was beginning to realize she was in love with.

But it was the fact that he was married that kept her from telling him that she did love him. That she wanted him for herself. That she wanted more. But she wouldn’t dare ruin what they had. She wouldn’t dare interrupt the blissful and beautiful arrangement they had. She was happier than she’d ever been.

There was a basic, yet nice, going away dinner for all the interns when the summer was over just before school started back. It was on a Friday in a nearby restaurant overlooking the river.

Y/n was enjoying herself, speaking with one of the other interns she hadn’t had much opportunity to get to know with a glass of Cabernet. She was wearing a very nice dress (courtesy of Harry of course) and was looking forward to seeing Harry afterward. He told her he booked a room for them so she was feeling the pre-session excitement and small boost of confidence she normally did beforehand.

Aaron was a nice guy. Attractive by any standards. Smart. And Y/n recognized that he was trying to hit on her. But of course, she wasn’t interested. Her lover was somewhere in the same room and she was flying high with anticipation of what the night would bring once he got her alone.

But Harry was in a foul mood. Romy decided to come by, which wasn’t unusual. But Harry didn’t need Romy ruining his night. She knew he wasn’t coming home that evening. Which Harry assumed she wasn’t happy about. She’d been expressing her deep concern about his more frequent absence. Spending so many nights with his mistress, whom she’d not even learned the name of.

But not only was Romy hanging onto his arm and laughing at some nonsense one of the new partners was spewing he could see Aaron clearly trying to shoot his shot with his girl. Y/n was being polite, he could read the situation for what it was. She was not interested but she was being kind and Aaron thought her kindness meant she was interested. Harry wished she’d just tell him that she was taken. That she wasn’t interested. But instead of hurting his feelings or making him feel embarrassed she just smiled and nodded and spoke when it was her turn and made friendly eye contact with him.

Harry really liked Y/n. Well, it was more than like. He was developing deep feelings for the girl. He couldn’t help it. So he didn’t like that she seemed to be acting so casually with Aaron who was very obviously flirting with her.

It had been nearly two months since they’d begun their arrangement. Y/n was going back to school in two weeks and her life was looking just grand. She was in her element, finally. In all her life she’d never been in her element. Never. But somehow Harry brought to surface her confidence and her glow.

But she missed seeing him alone and playing with him. It had been a few days away from him, and while that shouldn’t be a problem, it felt too long. Three nights away from him was no longer okay. She missed him too much.

The last day she spent with Harry he asked her a question that she hadn’t been able to forget about. She wasn’t sure if he would actually follow up or if he’d just drop it.

“So there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you about,” Harry spoke as he placed her mug of coffee down next to her at the table. Y/n looked up at him in question.

He continued, “You mentioned that one time someone hurt you when they spanked you. Mind telling me his name?”

“Oh. Um… I guess. It was a long time ago, though, Harry. Really it’s nothing that even bothers me now.”

Harry sat down and kept his eyes on Y/n’s with his eyebrows raised, “What’s his name?”

“Martin Estes.”

“Is he here in the city or is he from back home?”

“Well, he lived here when I dated him a couple of years ago. But I don’t know if he still does.”

“Address?” He asked and sipped his coffee.

Blinking her eyes she looked down at her mug of coffee before looking back at Harry, “Why? What are you going to do?”

“I just want to have a chat with him. Doesn’t matter, though, he probably doesn’t even live in the same place anyway. Right?”

“Yeah. Um," she paused to think back to the area where she'd visited the guy a couple of times, "it was off Carmen near the university. Across from the dorms. Grey house. Two stories. He had a lot of roommates. I don’t remember the house number.”

Harry nodded and smiled, “Thank you.”

“But really, Harry. It’s not necessary. It’s been such a long time. I doubt he would even remember me- “

“Just another reason for me to visit him. I’ll give him a reminder so he won’t ever forget about you.”

As she thought about what he’d said that morning to her a few days ago she moved her eyes around the room and spotted him, the man she had been looking forward to seeing that very evening.

His face was set in a small frown as he met her gaze and then looked back to where his wife was next to him. Y/n hadn’t realized Romy was there. Suddenly her confidence and her liveliness faltered when she considered that perhaps she wouldn’t be seeing Harry that evening after all. Because if Romy was with him…

“But anyway, I think tomorrow we’re all gonna go out and celebrate before going our separate ways. What do you say? You wanna come?”

Y/n turned back toward Aaron, whom she hadn’t been listening to at all, and shook her head, “No… I have plans but thank you for the invite.”

“Yeah, no problem. Here…” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, “What’s your phone number? I’ll text you so have mine just in case you wind up changing your mind.”

“Oh, uh…” She looked around and saw Harry looking right at her. As if he knew that Aaron was asking for her number. But when Romy turned her face to look at her husband and leaned in to kiss his cheek Y/n felt the smallest bit of anger bubble up in her chest. She could give a guy her number. Harry was married and here he was with his wife right in front of her.

Reaching into her purse she pulled out her phone and rattled off her number to Aaron who quickly texted her.

“There. Now we have each other’s numbers. So if not tomorrow, maybe another night?” He smiled and winked.

“Yeah, maybe another night.”

She knew Harry saw the whole exchange but what about what she saw with him and his wife? Did he think of that? She crossed the room to find the hallway and get some air from the crowd when she found the lady's room.

In the bathroom, she washed her hands and leaned into the wall near the mirrors in the sitting area, and scrolled through her phone. She needed a minute before heading back out to mingle again. It was becoming suffocating with so many people and seeing Romy all elegant and put together on Harry’s arm felt like a lot.

A notification covered her screen when she got a text. From Harry.

Where are you?

She sighed and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to be mad at him but she was. She was jealous that his wife was there and didn’t like the way he looked at her when Aaron was talking to her. She considered not texting him back for a bit. Just to make him seethe a little longer.

Clicking her phone off and putting it into her purse she felt her heart pound in her chest at the nerves that were building. She was being a bit bold by not responding to him right away. Normally she’d type out a quick response and be grinning from ear to ear. But in that moment she was feeling something a little different. Maybe a touch of adrenaline? Or perhaps she was a bit nervous at defying him the way she was. Would he punish her?

Y/n had never been punished by Harry. Not in the way that she felt he’d punish her for something like this. Part of her thought perhaps she might like to get a proper punishment. Maybe she’d done this on purpose in her subconscious mind. She decided she wouldn’t text him back. She’d just ignore his text, leave him on read, and go out and enjoy the rest of the night.

Pushing the door to the bathroom open to exit she heard a man and a woman in the hallway. Just as she turned her head to see who was talking she noticed that Romy was following behind someone into the men’s restroom. The voice wasn’t Harry’s. She didn’t see the man because he’d gone in first but she did find it strange that Romy was entering the men’s room.

Standing next to the door in silence she could hear only voices but no distinguishable words. Y/n was too interested to find out what was happening in the bathroom with Romy and the other man. She shouldn’t have been snooping in Romy’s business but since Harry was Y/n’s business she felt this was sort of her business as well.

Her phone chimed again and she reached into her purse to pull it out as she leaned her back to the wall next to the men’s bathroom door.

You’re in for it tonight, little girl. Be warned. If I don’t hear back from you within 5 minutes I will tear this restaurant apart to find you.

Harry knew she wasn’t with Aaron because he’d just finished talking to him. Which actually helped calm him down after she didn’t respond to his first text. He realized Y/n was avoiding him. Was she playing some kind of game?

His text brought a small smile to her face. Yes, she was feeling in a mood. She was only getting more excited by the idea of him feeling anxious and getting punished, but his text confirmed it. She was in for it.

Shooting off a single-word text to him- bathroom - she stuffed her phone back into her expensive purse and kept her spot next to the men’s bathroom door. Hoping to find out what Romy and this man were up to.

Harry rounded the corner in the hallway where Y/n stood not long after he saw her text. He wore the same scowl he had earlier as he neared the girl.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for the two people in this bathroom to finish up doing whatever it is they’re doing in there.”

“This is the men’s bathroom. Why do you care?” Harry stood over Y/n, directly in front of her. He was ready to bend her over his knee and spank the attitude out of her.

“I was just curious…” she felt her resolution crumble. She wanted to stay tough and bratty but he was making her soften quickly. Especially because she knew who was behind the door which could change everything for them that evening.

“It’s time for us to leave. Do you have everything?”

“Yeah, but don’t you want to wait for your wife? She came here to see you.” Y/n felt the smallest twinge of guilt saying that. She was sure he didn’t realize his wife was behind the door with another man.

“She left already. She was tired, as usual. Don’t worry about her.”

“She told you she was leaving?”

Harry paused. He was about to turn and half expected Y/n to just follow him because that was what she would have normally done. So he was surprised when she rebutted with her question.

“Yes. And then I walked her out so she could call her driver to take her home.”

Y/n blinked and looked toward the bathroom door and then back to Harry, “Umm…”

She didn’t want to tell him but at the same time, the kindest thing would have been for her to be honest. And she was certain he’d want to know.

Harry suddenly recognized what was going on, or at least he had a feeling, “Is Romy in there with someone, Y/n?”

She nodded as she watched Harry push the door open and walk into the bathroom. Following quickly behind him there was nothing to see in the sitting area. The men’s room was set up like the women’s. The first entry point had mirrors and a long vanity with benches and chairs for sitting. Beyond the sitting area was the long mirror with sinks and toiletries and then a separate area with stalls. The large accessible stall all the way toward the end was the only one in use. Y/n could hear the quiet movements and gasps as they got in closer. Once her heels hit the marble floor the sound of rustling fabric stopped.

“Romy! Come out now!”

Harry’s loud voice was angry, and Y/n hadn’t expected him to sound so furious.

There were frantic whispers and hushes as the two people who were taking up the large stall were probably trying to straighten out their clothes and get their stories straight.

Harry looked back at Y/n standing behind him and then toward the stall door, waiting for it to open.

“Open the fucking door now before I tear it off the hinges and pull you out of there myself!”

“Harry, I need you to calm down-“ Romy’s voice sounded from behind the door as there was a small bit of commotion in the stall with the porcelain of the toilet lid clanking.

“Do not fucking tell me to calm down. Open the door now!”

The click of the lock echoed as the fiberglass stall door slowly opened. Romy stepped out but kept her back to the door. She was clearly shaken up. She looked at the girl behind Harry and then at him not uttering a word.

“Well come on out, show me who’s in there with you,” Harry dramatically gestured toward her.

Romy put her hands up, “Harry, look, this isn’t-“

“The fuck it isn’t!” Harry lurched toward Romy and pulled at her hand, yanking her away from the door and into the room with the sinks where Y/n stood. He slammed the door wide open and there, standing on the toilet, perhaps in an attempt to hide himself, was Harry’s partner and the man he founded his business with. His best friend Sean.

The silence sliced through Y/n’s spine. It was scarier than when he was shouting. Harry only looked his friend in the eye before turning and walking past both Romy and Y/n to exit the bathroom.

Y/n hurried after him and when she finally caught up she grasped his elbow to get him to slow down, to get him to talk to her, to look at her.

“Harry, wait!”

Harry continued rapidly walking toward the exit of the restaurant and even with Y/n’s hand at his elbow he wouldn’t be slowed down. He needed to get out of there. Needed to think.

“Get a taxi and go home, Y/n. I’ll call you in the morning.”

Y/n let go of him and stopped abruptly, tears filling her eyes. She knew he wasn’t mad at her but it hurt nonetheless. She had been looking forward to seeing him and now he was upset, heartbroken maybe and there was nothing she could do to help.

It took her a moment to clear her blurry eyes before she reached a shaky hand into her purse to order a taxi.

Before she could finish, Aaron was calling her name. His kind face came into view and he stopped suddenly when he realized she’d been crying.

“Hey… are you okay? Come here,” he gently pulled at her arm and brought her toward the exit of the building so they could get some air outside, “Talk to me. Is everything all right?”

She shook her head and let out a pathetic sob, tears she’d just cleared from her eyes filling up and making her vision blurry again, “I just… I have a boyfriend. I’m okay but he just got some really bad news and…”

Aaron pulled her into his arms and patted her back, “It’s okay to cry.”

Y/n pulled away from the embrace after a few more beats and smiled up at the guy, “Thank you, Aaron.”

“No problem. Hey, I’ve got an Uber coming to take me home. Wanna share? I’m headed toward Northpark but I’m sure wherever you live they can reroute to accommodate. What do you say?”

Y/n wasn’t in a head space to say no to this invitation. It was a reasonable one too. And she really felt like even if Aaron was trying to shoot his shot with her earlier, he was a genuinely nice guy. Someone she could trust. At least a little. Plus, it was just a shared taxi ride. What could possibly be bad about this?

When she walked into her apartment Gregory was sitting in the living room watching the television.

“Hey! Haven’t seen you around lately. How have you been?” He sat up straight as she walked into the living room and toed her heels off.

“Oh, good. The internship has been a lot,” she said leaning down to pick her shoes up from the floor, “Just really tired right now, though. I hope you don’t think it’s rude if I just head to my room.”

“Of course not. Get some rest.”

She breathed out a sigh of relief walking into the hallway to go toward her bedroom. Gregory was a nice guy but she was truly exhausted. Mentally. Physically she was a ball of nerves and she needed to pace and cry and overthink (which was a terrible idea but she couldn’t help herself).

She took her dress off and placed her purse on her dresser and plopped onto her bed and let herself spiral. She’d been doing so well since meeting Harry. She’d felt more confident, more even emotionally, relaxed… but tonight everything had been unraveled. Seeing Harry with his wife, the look he was giving her for talking to Aaron, then the way Harry reacted when he realized Romy was with his business partner Sean, a man she knew was Harry’s very close friend… well Harry seemed very upset. Broken. Knowing that another woman could get that kind of reaction from him hurt. Of course, she knew realistically that their relationship was only an arrangement. Something fun for him and for her. Only she was in love with him. It had been a whole summer they’d been together and she had learned so much about herself through Harry.

But now what? The summer was ending and even though she’d be going to school locally and still living in her little apartment in a not-so-safe neighborhood would they continue their little tryst? It felt so petty of her to wonder that even, given the circumstances. He’d just found out that his wife had been seeing his good friend and never told him. He caught them red-handed so to speak. And here she was thinking of only herself.

She felt like she was going to burst into dust, fall to pieces on the floor, or simply stop existing. Her heart squeezed in her chest as she cried silently, not wanting to bother Gregory. It felt like this was it with Harry. He said he’d call her but he definitely didn’t need to. And what would she do if he didn’t call her? Call him? Text him and beg him? Get a taxi to take her to his home and hope Romy wasn’t there? She would. She would probably lower herself to begging and groveling and she hated that about herself. She was pathetic.

Suddenly she heard loud voices coming from the living room. She was sure one of them was Harry’s voice but she felt like she was probably hallucinating or going crazy. It couldn’t be.

Wiping her tears she sat up and perked her ears. She was only wearing a slip that she had on under her dress but she was about to walk into the living room to confirm what she was hearing.

Suddenly her door was pushed open and it was Harry with Gregory right behind him.

She stood from the bed quickly and took Harry’s hand as she looked at Gregory, “It’s okay.”

Harry slammed the door closed after Gregory raised his hands in defeat and backed away, “Where is he?”

“Who? What are –“

“Aaron. I saw you get in the taxi with him after letting him put his hands all over you.”

She released his hand and backed away. She was surprised that he’d actually think she’d want anyone but him.

Her anger rose in place of the sorrow and helplessness she felt only moments prior, “Fuck you.”

Harry was taken aback. She’d never spoken to him that way before, “What?” He was genuinely shocked by her words.

“I said FUCK YOU!” She shouted the words and like the wimp she was, began crying when she was supposed to be mad and mean. Instead, she was already letting her tears fall with abandon.

Harry blinked his eyes and looked at his sweet girl in tears and shaking with anger. He’d done this to her. He didn’t mean to but he did. And he was angry too. Angry that his wife had been lying to him. That his best friend had been lying to him (that one hurt the most if he was honest). And yes, he’d been lying to Romy but his lies weren’t the same, weren’t as severe. Romy gave him parameters but she didn’t tell him she was getting her needs met elsewhere (with his best friend) and therefore set no parameters for herself.

And he knew he shouldn’t be taking this out on Y/n. Clearly, Aaron was not in her room or her apartment. He had allowed himself to fall into self-pity – his wife was cheating with his best friend and now he’d made up a scenario that his lover was leaving him for some 22-year-old trust fund college boy. But that wasn’t fair to her. Y/n hadn’t done anything wrong. The only people he should be angry with were Sean and Romy.

Y/n wrapped her arms around herself and sobbed as she sat down on the floor, not even making it to her bed. She was devasted. It was over. It had to be. He was so mad and there was no way he’d believe her if he saw all that. Especially after having just seen what his wife was up to.

Harry realized this was his fuck up. Y/n didn’t deserve this. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed to start opening up to her before she closed herself off to him for good.

He stepped toward where she was and lowered to his knees in front of her, “Y/n, please look at me,” he said as he pulled her hands into his.

She knew she looked ridiculous. Her mascara was surely running down her face, eyes red and puffy from crying. But she did as he said because it was easier to just comply, her naturally submissive nature always leading her.

“I’m sorry. I…” he sat down next to her, keeping her hands in his, “I saw you and Aaron while I was waiting for my driver to pick me up and - I know you didn’t do anything. But then I saw you get into the taxi with him and I expected the worst. I had my driver bring me here and I just… I lost it. I can’t lose you too. I lost Romy a long time ago. But knowing my best friend…” Harry shook his head at the thought, “and you… I can’t lose you too. It was like seeing all of that tonight and I just overreacted and I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

She understood him. Deeply. She nodded and she felt his words and they were clear. She knew his intentions. And suddenly she was just thankful he was there with her.

Harry brought a hand up to her face and brushed his fingers along her jaw, “You mean so much more to me than I’ve let you know and that’s all my fault. Please don’t hate me. Don’t be sad. I… I’m sorry. All of that, all of this… it’s on me. I’m the one that did all this.”

Y/n brought her own hand up to Harry’s face and cupped his jaw, “Thank you.”

Harry stayed with Y/n that night in her tiny bedroom. He didn’t have his soft plush bed, comfortable joggers, or even a nice glass of wine to wind down. But he had Y/n in his arms and his heart beat for her and that was all he needed.

.           .           .

Harry brought her to the hotel he booked for them the following day. He was mostly silent on the way. He told her to pack what she needed for the week and then called ahead to the hotel to order breakfast for their room upon their arrival.

“Sit and eat. I have a few calls to make,” he said as he gestured to the breakfast set up once they got into their suite.

Y/n nibbled and peeked out the window to watch Harry pacing back and forth on his cell phone on the terrace. She wanted to know what he was saying. Whom he was speaking to. Why he wasn’t sitting with her and eating (though she wasn’t sitting when she had that thought in her head as she was spying on him).

Harry had been considering it for some time. Had figured it’d be good for them both but he wanted it to be a surprise for her. He knew she might have her reservations but he was set on doing this for her. But when he saw her peeking out the window he smirked to himself and decided he’d take care of her once he got back inside.

Y/n sat down at the table quickly and spread strawberry jam onto the croissant. She knew he spotted her. She smiled as she chewed the pastry, feeling good about where she and Harry were. The night before had been a whirlwind but it ended with him at her place and an apology for which she was grateful. It was also the first night they spent together without sex. And that was something.

He didn’t seem too bothered by what Romy had done. He’d expressed his displeasure with Sean, though. She realized that part hurt him the worst. That he was going to need time to recover from the blow of his best friend betraying him that way.

When Harry stepped back inside he was different somehow. He’d been so loving the night before and very sweet all morning, if not quiet. But now he was oozing of his dom persona and she immediately recognized it. Preparing her psyche for anything she rounded her eyes and watched him walk toward the table, giving him a look that told him he was in charge of her and she would comply.

“I think I could use a stress reliever right now. Last night was hard for me and I know it was for you too. You probably need to disconnect a bit as well don’t you little girl?”

She nodded and sat her croissant down.

Harry leaned over her and tilted her face up to his so he could kiss her. His lips softly moving over hers always worked her up into a drippy mess faster than she could understand. There was something about their connection that had her body responding to him faster than anyone she’d ever known, “And I promised you last night that you were in for it. I hope you don’t think you’re off the hook for not responding to my text and flirting right in front of me.”

Suddenly his hand moved up to the nape of her neck and he carded his fingers into her hair and yanked her up out of her seat, pulling her along to the couch where he sat down and brought her over his lap with her bottom up, hastily pulling her skirt up to reveal her pretty lace thong.

“Wearing everything Daddy bought you like a good girl. Except you’ve been naughty,” he brought his hand down to her bottom with a good slap, which was marked with bruises from their night together days prior. She jumped and hissed, clawing at the fabric on the couch, and squeezed her eyes closed.

“I’m going to put you in the harness today. Keep you on the bed and spread apart for me. Might use your paddle too. First, we need to open you up so I can put this in,” he lifted up the pretty anal plug he bought her a month ago. She’d been using it and he had fingered her multiple times, using as many fingers as he could fit in order to prepare her. He hadn’t yet fucked her in the bum like he promised he would. She looked from the plug to Harry and knew what she needed to do. What he’d taught her.

She licked her palm and stuck her middle finger into her mouth to get her digit wet before reaching back around to swipe the saliva around her hole. Harry kept his face set without emotion as he watched her start the process. He knew she wasn’t going to be able to get wet enough by just doing this but he loved watching her eagerly give it a try. She licked her finger again, spitting a big glob of saliva into her palm, and then rubbed it over herself again, her arm going behind her back as Harry held her cheeks apart.

He loved watching her touch herself and when she sunk her middle finger into her anus he started to plump up in his pants. He felt like tonight she’d be ready. He wanted to try it. He’d been wanting to but they were still getting used to everything with one another. Luckily Y/n was very receptive. Very willing and eager. Never said no.

She kept her eyes on him as she moved her finger in and out and Harry spit over her hole, the saliva hitting the puckered skin, and watched as she pushed it into her opening and moaned. He looked at her face and leaned in to kiss her. It was lovely having her draped over his lap on the couch with her bottom up and bare to him. She’d let him if he wanted to right then. Even if it hurt. He knew she would. But he wanted to get her totally relaxed, make a mess of her pussy first, and have her all subby and needy for him, begging him to fuck her ass. Last time they played she did. She begged him. Sat at the edge of the bed and put her ass in the air. She even cried a little when he told her he didn’t think she was ready yet.

That was the thing about Y/n. She was fun to play with. She dove into her persona headfirst and played the part only wanting more and more. And he hated comparing his wife to Y/n in any way, but Y/n was better at it. By far. Romy had been great too but she was the first one he’d ever really done anything of the sort with. Y/n was more natural at it. And she got wetter too. Harry had never slept with any woman that would get so wet so fast.

Like right now. Her pussy was already eagerly seeping arousal. Running his fingers through her crease and to her bum where her finger was, he pulled her finger out and slowly pushed his own in, “Let’s see how Daddy does it.”

He sucked in a deep breath as he watched his finger slide in, coated in her slick, massaging her walls.

She kept her eyes on him and whined when his finger pushed in to the knuckle. Harry looked from where his finger was working her open to her eyes and with his free hand he pulled her in for another kiss.

“Feels good doesn’t it, little girl. Want more?”

Nodding her head she smiled softly. Harry pinched her chin before removing his finger from her bottom and swiping it through her folds again, collecting her slippery juice over two of his fingers.

“Keep your eyes on me. Let me see your pretty eyes while I finger your ass.”

Harry slowly prodded his fingers into her, stretching her open, and her mouth parted.

When she started rocking her hips Harry swatted her bottom and removed his fingers, “Up. Get off.”

She straightened herself out and stood next to the couch as Harry got up and crossed the room and reach into his bag. He turned and pointed at the bed, “Panties off, bend over the bed.”

Doing what he said quickly she stepped out of her panties and kicked them to the side of the room and lifted her skirt as she bent herself and waited.

Harry stepped in behind her, “Spread your cheeks.”

She reached around, bringing her hands to her bottom, and used her fingers to part her cheeks for him. Feeling the cool liquid of the lube drip over her anus she bit her lip and turned her head on the comforter to chance being able to see Harry in her peripheral.

He stuck his finger into her entrance, smearing the lubrication inside and all around before getting the plug coated.

“Are you ready?” He spoke as he pressed the tip of the heavy glass toy to her bum.

Y/n nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

Harry smiled and began to push it inside of her. Once it was pressed through her hole and secured, he turned it and pushed at it, causing her to jolt and then moan. He knew she liked it. She expressed as much the first time he put one in her. Though the first he used was half the size as she was currently on, she loved it. And with the way she took it in so much better than all the times before, he could tell she’d be ready for what he had in store for her tonight.

“Looks pretty, Y/n. But just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you get out of your punishment. Take your clothes off.”

Standing up straight she turned to look at Harry and removed her top and her skirt. He stood a few feet from her and looked over her pretty frame. She was perfect for him. From top to bottom.

Harry stood in front of her and brought up the collar that connected to the harness. He tightened it around her neck and then attached the leash. Harry yanked on the leather and Y/n quickly fell to her knees in front of him. She kept her eyes on him at all times, knowing that was what he required. Pulling at her collar as he walked toward the closet, she crawled with him on all fours quickly.

Harry brought the harness out of one of the suitcases and then pulled out another long leather strap. Without a word he bent down and put the harness over her head, securing the straps under her torso and buckling it up around her back. He tested the tightness, lifting her the smallest bit at the back where the straps intersected.

“Good.” Was all he said before he pulled her along with him to the bed, gesturing for her to climb up.

She stayed quiet as he told her what he wanted. She got onto her hands and knees and then Harry came up behind her on the bed and yanked at the loop at the back of the harness, lifting her upward so only her knees were on the mattress. He pulled both of her hands behind her back and secured her wrists together with the leather strap and then to the loop at the back of the harness.

He removed the leash from her collar and placed it on the bed and grasped the loop at the back of her harness where her wrists were secured, lowering her face down to the bed.

Harry enjoyed how compliant she always was, how sweet, how horny…

Rubbing over her bottom he peeked at the plug and tapped it, causing her to stiffen and peep out a hushed moan. Then suddenly she felt the stiff, smooth, cool leather of the leash being run through her soaked folds before cracking it down over her bum.

She thrashed at the sudden sharp tear into her skin but bit her lip to keep quiet.

He repeated his actions, putting the leather over her pussy and dragging it upward toward her bum and then whipping the stiff leash over the other side of her bottom. She panted and closed her eyes.

Harry could see her balling her fists behind her back. The mix between the leather being moved through her crease and then coming down hard on her plump flesh was giving her goosebumps and making her heart race wildly.

He loved watching her try and hold still. She really was a good girl. Always doing her best to please him. He smirked to himself when he saw her face smushed into the blanket, her eyes pinched closed and her lips bitten and wet, small gasps falling from her mouth.

Harry grabbed her hair, yanking her neck back as he pushed a finger through her wet center, “You’re so naughty, Y/n. Such a slut for me aren’t you? Here I am spanking you with the leash you love me to put on your neck and you’re completely making a mess of the blankets under you,” he pushed a finger into her entrance and she moaned at the intrusion.

Looking down at the work he’s done he realized her arousal had gotten onto the leash and transferred to the skin on her bottom when he’d spanked her with it, “So dirty.”

Harry released her hair from his hand and unbuttoned his pants pulling his hard cock out of the front of his briefs and leaning over her bottom, his tip gliding up and down through her drenched cunt. He held onto her hands behind her back as he pushed into her.

She yelped into the comforter below her, the fabric muffling her noises. The feel of his big cock slipping into her and the plug taking up so much space felt achy and full.

He moaned at the feel of her. With the toy inside she was so tight and he could feel it pressing into her walls as he began to fuck down into her. The part of the toy that was sticking out was nudging up and down from the invasion of his cock inside of her with each press and pull.

She gasped and clenched involuntarily around him as he thrusted deep. She could feel the toy in her anus being pushed and prodded with each plunge of his cock into her pussy.

“If you’d been a good girl for me last night at the dinner,” he said as he bucked inward deeply and sharply, “I’d rub your clit for you to make it easier for you to come,” he spoke in between his plunges, “as it is… fffuckk…” he groaned when she clamped her pussy hard, “you were naughty,” he panted his words as he tapped the tip of the plug and then pulled at it before pushing it back into her.

Y/n bit down on the blanket as she moaned. She’d come without clitoral stimulation before and with the toy inside of her bum she knew she’d come again without it.

And when Harry began to fuck into her, rocking himself in hard and deep, his hips striking her ass as he set in with a hungry pace she felt his hand squeeze hers so he could guide her into him. The leather harness on her body was pinching into her skin, the front straps were crossed between her breasts causing them to squish together. It ached. His wide shaft pushed into her walls with slick glides, punching into her cervix every time his hips met her ass. The toy pinched and jostled inside her tight hole but she felt the sting that she loved when he put it in her.

In a sudden act of defiance, she turned her head to the side so she could speak, “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Want your cock in there. Now. Please!”

Harry groaned and pounded in harder, letting go of her wrist with one of his hands he brought his palm down and spanked hard making her cry out and jump, but he only held onto her tighter so he could push himself in deeper.

“My baby girl is asking for something she doesn’t deserve,” another strike to her bum as he continued mercilessly pounding her with his cock.

Y/n yelped and shook her head, “I’m a good girl- Ahhh!!”

Harry let go of her hand and pushed her down flat to the bed as he pulled his cock out. Harry was already feeling the buzz of his orgasm building. He needed to take it a little slower if he didn’t want to come too fast. He wanted to really give it to her good when he finally fucked her tightest hole. And he was all talk really. He wanted her to come and he would definitely be fucking her ass. He wanted it just as much as she did. It’d been a long time since he’d had the pleasure of having anal sex.

Standing up next to the bed he watched her writhe in agony at the loss of his cock and he smirked to himself as he rid himself of his clothes. He held onto his thick cock as he went through his bag and pulled out a dildo with a vibrator that stimulated the G-spot and the clit. He’d used it on her once before but she begged him to use his cock instead, which had him very pleased. She preferred the real thing. Of course, she did. But this time, Harry would have her pussy filled with the vibrator and her ass filled with him.

Kneeling behind her on the bed he popped her cheek again and pulled her hips upward, “Let’s get this out of here. Put something a little bigger inside. See if you can really handle me like you say you can.”

Y/n sighed and smiled as he slid the plug out and tossed it on the bed. She wiggled her bottom and in return, he smacked her bum hard, two strikes on each side, “Fffuck! Ow!!” She cried out and surged forward to get away from his spankings.

Harry grasped her hair and yanked her up, “Stay still like a good girl, Y/n. Or you won’t get anything you want today.”

Letting go of her hair he pushed her down by her neck back into the bed and smoothed a glob of lube over his cock and a little more onto her anus. It was a pretty view. Shiny and clenching, the back of her smooth thighs steadying herself as she squirmed the tiniest bit.

Holding his heavy dick up toward her ass he pressed the tip to her hole and then grasped onto her wrist with his other hand to keep her balanced as he was about to push into her with a firm thrust.

“I’m gonna wreck this hole, baby. Come inside of you and have you dripping with my come all down your pussy and your thighs,” he said as he rubbed the backs of her thighs, already slick with lube. She moaned in response.

Dipping into her he felt her stiffen at the intrusion. He was wider and longer than the plug. He only pushed in just passed her anus but could tell she was already feeling the difference in size.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna go in slow. Get you all opened up nice and wide for me. Can you relax a little baby girl?”

Y/n nodded, “Yes, Daddy. I’m gonna relax. Keep going…” Her words were breathy.

Pushing in a little more he watched as his dense cock slowly sunk in, little by little. He kept her steady holding her wrist and used his free hand to gently slip his fingers over her clit. He told her he wasn’t going to but he needed her to feel good. Wanted this to be enjoyable for her since it was her first time.

“Look at that… little girl… oooh fffuck,” he panted, “Daddy is the first to fuck your ass. How’s it feel?”

Y/n gurgled as she tried to open her throat to speak, “Goooood- yess!”

Harry smiled as he began to pump in and out slowly, “Yeah? You’re taking me so well baby. It feels fucking good doesn’t it?”

She could only nod as he filled her and backed himself out then pushed in harder. Slowly she felt the tingle of something yummy inside. The way he was gliding through her anus and into her rectum. Harry had talked her through everything the first time he introduced her to the idea of anal. Explained how it would work and that anal sex could sometimes be messy but not usually.

When he felt she was nicely opened up and enjoying it (and the way she was pushing against his thrusts told him as much) he removed his fingers from her clit and brought the vibrator up so she could see it, “Gonna make you stuffed full. Think you can handle this inside your cunt? Hm?”

Y/n nodded and moaned, “Yes. I can.”

Harry stopped rolling his hips into her and let go of her wrist as he placed the tip of the toy at her entrance. Pulling his cock out nearly all the way he pushed the toy into her pussy, thrusting a few times before bringing it back out to the tip and then pushed both the toy and his cock inward. Her small pants and gasps suddenly were hushed and her mouth drew open wide as she felt the thickness of his cock and the smooth length of the toy entering her at the same time.

Harry kept his hand on the base of the toy as he thrusted it into her slowly in time with his cock into her ass. He could tell it was a lot for her but she was so wet and her pussy was aching for something to fill it, “Want me to turn it on? Keep it deep inside of you while I fuck your bottom?”

Once again, she was unable to respond with words, only nodding her head and breathing deeply at the way she was being stretched and filled.

Harry pushed the toy in as far as it would reach, angling the nob at the front near her clit, and clicked it on. The moment the vibrations began to pulse through her insides he let out a soft moan and threw his head back. It felt good for him too. He felt the vibrations through her walls to his cock. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and kept the vibrator plunged in deep so the vibrations would hit her spots and her clit would be stimulated as he began to move into her again the tip of his cock was being stimulated every time he dipped in as far as he could go.

Y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and drool pooled under her mouth on the comforter. Her small whimpers and huffs were hushed as he continued a slow, sensual pace into her. She felt his fingers tighten around her wrist as his moans grew louder and his hips stuttered each time he thrust. Every little bump and nudge and stroke into her was on fire. Her body began to shake and the pressure built up from her core and spread like lava to her pussy and down her thighs.

She was going to come and there was nothing that was going to stop it. She could also feel the deep forceful snap inside that meant she was about to make a big mess. Maybe bigger than any of her past messes.

Harry had made her squirt a handful of times. One of the times was pretty significant and soaked the bed he slept on with Romy. He’d had her at his home tied up to the bed while Romy was out for the night with “girlfriends” (which thinking back on all the times Romy was out made him wonder). He knew it was risky fucking his mistress in his home but he didn’t care when it came to Y/n. Somehow he’d subconsciously already resigned himself to it being over with Romy. Even though he did still love her at that time, he could say for certain he was no longer in love with his wife. Not when he had Y/n who took such good care of him, who loved everything he did to her. Who begged and pleaded with him just to suck him off. Who looked at him as if he were hers. And he was hers. Just like she was his. Y/n was his little girl. The one he wanted to keep around for good. It hadn’t started that way but he was in too deep now.

She couldn’t warn him that she was about to let loose. It was as if having her pussy and her ass filled at the same time rendered her speechless. Dumb. She could barely breathe let alone think a coherent thought. The smallest noises falling from her lips were all she could articulate when she suddenly stilled and wailed loudly as her body convulsed. Harry saw the liquid drip down her thighs and to the mattress and realized what was going on. He pulled the toy out and it was like a small shower had been turned on and poured from her down to the bed. She whined and choked out cries as she squirted. Harry stilled his hips to watch and let her release the way she needed.

“Fffuck baby girl! Fffuck…” he loved watching it. When she’d squirted all over his bed at his home he wanted to take a video of it. But this one was more intense. More liquid poured from her as she writhed and thrashed under him. He attempted to keep her still so he didn’t need to pull out, not wanting to remove his cock from her warm hole.

When she’d finished she was panting and mumbling. Her legs were jelly but Harry held her up so he could continue. He started up again, moving his hips into her, his knees wet with her liquid, the bed would have to be cleaned up and he’d need to call for someone to come and give them new sheets but he was high with lust as he was about to come.

“Put it back in, Daddy- Please…” Y/n whispered.

Harry chuckled and picked the toy back up to put it back in, “Want me to turn it back on or was that too much?”

“Yes. On.”

Y/n had squirted but she hadn’t orgasmed like she needed. That was something else she learned with Harry. Squirting doesn’t always mean you’ve come. It’s a great feeling but it’s not the same and she’d been so close to coming before her body gave in to the pressure that had built up inside of her.

Harry put the toy in all the way and turned it on again. His cock was throbbing, ready to release into her but he knew she was about to come and he wanted to feel her coming before letting himself go.

His thrusts were gentle as he was in as far as he could go, his frenulum vibrating from the toy in her vagina. He started to see white and his ears started to ring as he felt her anus close and pulse around him.

He kept his eyes on her but he couldn’t see her face and she was silent so when she started coming he could only tell by the way her body began shaking and her back arched deep, her thighs stiffened against his thrusts.

“Oh baby, fuck!” Harry growled as he came inside of her. He wanted to hold out longer but everything felt so good. His cock was being squeezed and the vibrations had him on edge since he turned the toy on the first time.

They both came together, Harry the only one moaning and cursing as he released. Y/n couldn’t peep a noise as her mouth was wide and spit slid down her chin.

Harry’s sloppy thrusts came to a halt as he spilled into her, moving his hand from her wrist to hold one of her hands as he stilled his hips and gasped with his orgasm.

When he’d finally begun to come down he noticed Y/n was silent still. He gradually pulled the toy out of her and gently, softly removed his cock, holding her hips steady as he watched his warm come slowly drip from her.

“You okay, Y/n? Talk to me sweetheart,” he spoke quietly as he kept his eyes on her ass.

He heard her grunt a response and he leaned around to see her face, pulling her down to her side to face him. Her eyes were closed and her face was wet. The girl was spent. He wiped at the drool at the edge of her mouth and sighed. His sweet girl.

Unhooking her wrists and the harness from her body he called for housekeeping and a new set of sheets, “Yes, just come in and change the sheets out.  We’ll be in the bathroom so please just come in. You won’t disturb us.”

He knew Y/n would need a bit to come back a little. A soak in the tub would help. It usually did.

And she did come back slowly. Everything was fuzzy and felt sweet and soft as she realized she was sitting in a tub of water with Harry behind her, speaking softly into her ear, “Tomorrow I’ve got a big surprise for you. I hope you like it.”

She didn’t know what he was talking about but she finally could speak, her words coming out in a soft croak, “I know I’ll like it.”

“There she is. You’re back to me now. How are you feeling?”

Y/n nodded and smiled, “So good. You always make me feel so good.”

Harry smiled and kissed the soft spot of skin near her ear.

When her brain started to piece everything together she began thinking in the silence as she was leaning her back against his chest in the soaker tub and she was beginning to feel her limbs again.

Harry was softly rubbing his hands up and down her arms as she got the nerve to finally ask him about what had been on her mind, “What will you do?”

He sighed and put his lips to her neck, a soft peck before bending his knees and wrapping his arms around her. He knew what she meant. And he didn’t really know the answer. It was a complicated situation. Divorce could be very ugly. It could take a long time. There was a lot of money between Harry and his wife.

“I need to talk to Sean and then Romy before making any decisions. I’m not sure yet what will happen.”

Y/n hoped he’d want to talk to her about it. He had the night before. A little. She understood that he was hurt because Sean was his friend. And that was the part that he was most upset about. But she still felt like she could listen and be there for him. But of course, it was clear he wasn’t interested in talking to her about it. So she kept quiet with her thoughts.

And Harry noticed her retreating into her head. When they’d settled into bed on the clean sheets, and she pulled the covers over herself he could practically hear her brain working overtime. The chronic overthinker that she was.

He knew what she wanted but he hadn’t even had a moment to really think about it himself. And even though he could see her feelings were a little hurt he couldn’t bring himself to open up to her about it all just yet but that was only because he really didn’t want to even think about it.

He climbed into the bed next to her and reached an arm out to push her hair back from her forehead, “Don’t overthink. Okay?”

.           .           .

The next morning Harry picked out her clothes for her and made her eat breakfast. He helped her move around as she was quite sore. Putting her into his car he pulled out of the parking garage and began to tell her their plans.

“I’m gonna show you something right now. Then we’ll figure out a few things for how to proceed further. Okay? But I want it all to be a surprise so I’m not telling you until we get there.”

Y/n was still in a state of leftover bliss. She’d gone into her subspace the night before and slept like the dead after their bath. She was content and just happy to be with Harry doing whatever it was he wanted.

When they pulled up to a walk-up brownstone, Harry parked out front. There was a small gated-off yard, just big enough for a small patch of flowers and a shrub. He held her hand as they walked up the handful of steps to the front door.

He was quiet as he brought her inside. The place was gorgeous. Tall windows and lovely wood floors, a lot of vintage features but the place was clearly updated from the days it was built. A fireplace in the front room a kitchen at the back and stairs that led up to three bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms.

He let her explore the place. She was quiet all throughout, not quite sure what this was, and certainly not wanting to get her hopes up or jump to conclusions.

Finally, once they got to the only room that was decorated with furniture, the master bedroom, Harry spoke, “What do you think?”

Y/n turned to look at him curiously and then looked out of the window, “It’s a lovely house. I think it’s beautiful.”

Harry came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her front, “It’s yours if you want. I started the process of buying the place not long after I met you. I intended on this being yours but given my new circumstances, I figure there’s room for us both. I don’t want you living in that shitty apartment anymore. This neighborhood is safer and closer to everything.”

She turned quickly pulling away and looked at him with shock, “What? Harry, I can’t – there’s no way!”

He tsk’d her and pulled her back into his arms closer, “You can and you will. I won’t accept no. This is for us. You will be moving in here. If you want to be with me.”

She puffed out a breath and frowned, “Harry… but- tell me what this means. I’m confused right now and… you said last night you didn’t know what you were going to do about Romy and if you’re going to continue being married to her I feel like this is too much. Right? We can’t just move in together while you’re married.”

Harry grasped her chin, “Shhh… Romy doesn’t matter anymore. She has no say over anything. I want you, Y/n. All to myself.”

She didn’t know what it meant still. Shaking her head to loosen the grip he had on her chin she spoke, “But what about you? I can’t have you all to myself, and if I can’t… then-“ she clenched her jaw and felt herself get overwhelmed. She hadn’t wanted to say any of that but the whole thing had her feeling emotional and unsure. She wanted him to herself. She didn’t want to share him with Romy or any other woman. She was in love and if he only wanted her there with him for convenience because she was some kind of plaything well her heart would simply burst and she’d cease to live.

“I’m yours, baby. I’ve been yours. I want you with me. You and me. Together.”

Being the overthinker she was, though, she couldn’t let go of her doubt and her concern, “But… you don’t want a relationship. Right? I can’t be just some-“

Harry shushed her and pressed his lips over hers as he chuckled, “I do, darling. Is that okay? You’ll be my girl. My only girl. And I’ll be your man. Whatever you want to call that. You’re so important to me, Y/n.”

She felt stupid tears rush down her cheeks. She wanted a real commitment from him and this all sounded like just that. But with worry on her face, she took a deep breath, “No one else? Like you would – be my boyfriend? For real?”

Harry grinned and pressed his forehead to hers. He knew she wanted him to say it to put her mind at ease. And the truth was that the title felt silly to him. He felt she was so much more than just his girlfriend. He was falling for her and he wanted her in his life for good.

“My sweet girl,” Harry thumbed at her tears and kissed the edge of her mouth, “I want you forever. My lover, my friend, my partner. You’re more than just some girlfriend. I’m serious about you, baby.”

Her face grew wetter when she sobbed out in a quiet cry and tried to hide her face in embarrassment. It had been all she wanted and he was offering it all to her. She hated that she’d gotten so worked up and overwhelmed but really, her reaction was quite normal. She’d always been emotional and easy to overwhelm.

Harry rubbed her back and pulled her with him to sit on his lap at the edge of the bed. He let her calm down as he gently ran his hand over her shoulders and then brought his fingers into her hair.

She appreciated that he always knew when to just sit and let her compose herself. She put her hands up to his chest and pushed back to look up at him, once again, positive she looked like a lunatic just as the night before with her running mascara and puffy face.

His green eyes were looking over her face as he cupped her cheeks, “So pretty,” his thumbs ran under her eyes to wipe at her tears, “are you okay?”

Nodding her head she put her own hands over his.

“Good. Now, how about you tell me again how excited you are about all of this? How you can’t wait to move in with me here?” he grinned.

She smiled timidly and blinked her eyes, “I’m so excited. Thank you for this.”

.           .           .

After going to her apartment to pack a few things up and put them into Harry’s trunk they drove to his house. Y/n was nervous, though. There was a possibility that Romy was there and Y/n would be facing her for the first time in this context.

“There’s nothing to worry about. Really. First, she’s probably not there anyway. And even if she is there’s nothing she can say or do that you should listen to. In this case, she’s in the wrong. Okay?”

Even though she nodded, she wasn’t sure.

But of course, once they got there she was not at the house. Just as he’d said.

It was a relief that they could grab the few things Harry wanted to bring with him that night to their new place. Which Y/n hadn’t quite wrapped her mind around. Everything had happened so fast and it was very unexpected. But he said he bought the place with her in mind originally.

Harry stuffed an oversized suitcase with clothes and filled a box with shoes and a few other things, “We can come back to get the rest another time. I think this is good for now.”

“Okay. So should we go?” Y/n was still nervous about running into Romy. She was ready to just leave. She’d be happy to never see Romy again if she could help it.

“Why the rush, little girl? Afraid you’re gonna get caught here with me? Hm?”

Nodding her head, she moved into his arms at his urging, “I always say this and it’s the truth. You don’t need to worry about anything. Okay? You’re safe with me. Romy is no one to be scared of. Understood?”

Keeping her eyes on his she nodded again but it didn’t help her nerves soften in the slightest. The idea that Romy could walk in at any moment was giving her anxiety. And she knew that Romy wouldn’t do anything to her and that Harry was right but that didn’t quell her being on edge.

“Here, let’s sit and have a glass of wine. Relax a little.”

The stools at the kitchen island were large and comfortable. The moment she sat down she felt the smallest bit better. Her nerves were still there but she did her best to push it down for Harry.

He turned on music from his phone connected to the Bluetooth speakers and poured two glasses of wine.

He knew they should be going. He knew that it was possible that Romy would show up. But there was something in him that wanted Romy to see him moving on. To see him with someone else so she’d know she hadn’t hurt him. He hated when there was the possibility that someone thought they somehow had the upper hand and he didn’t want Romy feeling like that. Feeling that she’d broken her husband's heart and having pity on him. That was unacceptable. So while it might have been a little deceptive of him, he stalled in hopes of stomping out any pity Romy might feel for him. He wanted her to see him happy with someone else because he was happy.

Harry moved his stool close to Y/n’s and put his hand in between her thighs with one hand and sipped his wine with the other.

Y/n realized that his hand was going higher under her dress. And Harry had insisted she not wear underwear so she suddenly felt very much like this was his plan all along. She often couldn’t decide on things or make decisions but she wasn’t dumb. She turned to look at him, putting her own hand on his, “Harry! What are you doing?”

Harry’s smirk as looked down at Y/n was telling, “Whatever I want. Unless you don’t want me to. Then I won’t. But… Y/n…” he said inching his hand up further and meeting no resistance, “I know how to make you feel good and make you forget all your worries,” he licked his lips as he continued, “How to ease your nerves and make you smile and moan. I can do that for you now. One last hurrah in the old house. What do you think?”

She was sure she should shake her head no and insist they leave but the proximity of his face to hers, his bright green eyes, his fingers on her thigh, the idea of perhaps getting caught… it felt like a yes to her so she nodded.

Harry kissed her the moment she nodded yes. His girl was so good. She was just perfect for him.

He pulled her into his lap, making her move from her stool to his, keeping her back toward the island he lifted her skirt up and peeked at her bare pussy, “I think it was a great choice to make you go sans panties.”

He slowly rubbed her clit and pulled at her to connect their lips again. He would love to just put her in his pocket and bring her with him everywhere. To work, to the gym, to boring dinner meetings… Make her quit school and just be his little accessory to fuck and play with all the time. But as his lips were slotting into hers and he felt her warm tongue swipe his bottom lip he moaned and felt the pad of his finger over her clit get a little wet. He didn’t just want her like an accessory. She was more than that to him. He truly was serious about her. Wanted it all with her.

He’d never really wanted kids. Romy had never sparked that kind of feeling in him. Never really thought they’d make good parents. But with Y/n, he’d trust her to be a mother to his kids. To take care of them and him. And he’d take care of her. His sweet girl was something special. More special and better than anyone else to him.

“Baby… You’re so good to me, you know that?” He spoke as he pulled away from the kiss while his finger continued working over her clit.

“I want to be.”

“You are. You have been. Don’t doubt how amazing you are. You’re the best. I need you.”

Y/n was still overwhelmed. This day had been completely wild to her. The new place as well as Harry’s admissions of his feelings.

When he put a finger into her entrance she sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting him to begin fingering into her in the kitchen. She was already nice and wet for him. Harry kept her back against the island and her thighs parted over his thighs so he could see. The wet sound of her pussy getting finger fucked and the sultry look in his eyes had her mind suddenly being overcome with feelings and emotions. She needed to say it.

“Daddy… I love you.” She gasped the moment the words left her mouth. Immediately regretting it but suddenly he pushed in another finger and pulled her into his chest and pressed his mouth to hers hard. The kiss was wet and sloppy just like the way he was fingering her.

She rocked over his pants and felt him bulk up under the fabric and he moaned.

Harry got dizzy when he heard those three words coming from her. They’d been on the tip of his tongue too but he was worried it was too soon. She was so young and he didn’t want her to feel more pressure or overwhelmed. He didn’t want to say it and have her run away or even worse, feel like she needed to say it back so she didn’t hurt his feelings. But she’d said it first. And now he was on top of the world.

“Fuck, baby girl. I need to have you now. You love me? Love Daddy?” He backed away from the kiss and pulled his fingers out of her cunt.

She nodded with big eyes and hot cheeks. She felt a little embarrassed, but his reaction seemed positive. Though he didn’t say the words back to her.  

“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” Harry helped her off his lap and stood up as he began to unbutton his shirt, “Take your dress off.”

Y/n, as always, was quick to do as she was told. She had nothing on under her dress so the moment it was slipped over her head and dropped to the floor she was completely naked.

Harry pushed his pants down, the front of them damped from her arousal. He kicked them to the side of the stool and then pulled his underwear down before bringing his lover back into his arms, capturing her lips with his. Lowering his hands around her back and down over her bottom he ran his fingers through her wet folds from the back and his cock nudged at her pussy from the front.

She held onto his biceps as he pulled her thigh up, hitching it over his hip, and put his cock at her entrance, her back to the island.

When he’d pushed his thick head into her they both moaned and gripped one another tight as he began to fuck into her right in the kitchen.

In a quick movement, he lifted her up to the island, putting her bare bottom on the cold marble, and thrust back into her again. She keened and planted her feet flat onto the island top with her legs spread wide for his access as he fucked her.

Their lips crashed together again as he rolled his hips into her slowly. Soft gasps and pants between kisses filled the space around them.

Harry’s cock was slick with Y/n, her little cunt wet and open for him as he plunged in, his thighs working himself into her, “Fuck me, little girl. So fucking good for Daddy-“

“Oh my god!”

The screeching of Romy’s voice and then the gasp of a man had Harry stopping his thrusts. Y/n hid her face into Harry’s chest and he covered her with his arms as he turned to look over his shoulder at his wife and his best friend with jaws dropped in shock at the scene.

“Oh, hello Romy, Sean. Nice to see you two again. If you don’t mind. I’m in the middle of something here. We’d like some privacy.”

“The fuck Harry!! What is this? You can’t do this here!”

Harry chuckled and kissed Y/n’s forehead whispering to her, “Don’t worry sweetheart. Just hold on to me tight.”

“Fine. We’ll go to the bedroom over here to finish up. Don’t mind the clothes. We’ll get them on the way out after we’re done.”

Harry lifted Y/n, holding her under her thighs as she kept her face tucked into his chest. He walked them to the guest bedroom that was nearest to the kitchen and laid her on the bed before closing the door and locking it.

This was what she had been nervous about but it was worse. Because she was naked and on his cock when Romy came home. She felt her heart whacking around in her chest as Harry knelt on the bed next to her, “Are you okay, my love?”

She didn’t know. She was horny and nervous and feeling so many things so she just looked at him as she propped herself up by her elbows, “I don’t know.”

Harry nodded and laid down next to her, pulling her in close, “Relax. Okay? Can you relax? Do you want to just go? We can walk out there now, get out clothes and get out of here.”

“I don’t want them to see me.”

“Who gives a fuck about them? What do you want? Hm? Want me to continue where we just left off? Make you come on my cock? I think you’ll feel all better once you have an orgasm.”

She puffed out a laugh through her nose. She couldn’t believe this man. His wife had just caught him fucking someone and he was asking if she wanted to continue. When his hand smoothed down her side and over the curve of her hip he pulled her hips flush to his where his cock was still hard and pressed against her pelvis.

She gulped down her saliva and kept her eyes on Harry’s as he slowly moved his heavy dick through her crease, nudging her clit over and over again.

She sucked in a deep breath and felt herself tingle from excitement and from the taboo of it. Maybe this could be the thing that proved Harry was hers. He wasn’t anyone else’s. Certainly not Romy’s.

“I’m still so wet for you,” she whispered as she raised her thigh and draped it over his. Harry was taken aback by her bit of boldness. She wanted to be fucked.

“You are, aren’t you? We need to take advantage of this don’t we?” He said as he poked his bulbous head into her entrance.

Y/n nodded quickly and pushed herself down over him, causing his thick tip to drive inside of her past her muscle and she moaned quietly.

They’d never had sex in that position before. In their nearly two months of fucking, he’d never had sex with her on her side facing him. It felt intimate. They watched each other as Harry slowly moved himself in and out of her, long wet strokes, his hips snapping inward as he bottomed out to push in deeper. Her tiny yelps at the way he pushed into her so fully were hushed at first. She tried to keep her voice down.

But then once Harry found a good rhythm and he began to slick himself in to the hilt on each stroke her moans and gasps grew louder as did the bed they were on. The bed frame squeaked and their skin slapped together as they kept their eyes locked.

“Oh!!” Y/n groaned loudly when Harry pulled her hips in closer so he could grind into her, circling his hips to lodge himself into her guts.

Harry suddenly pulled out and got onto his back, pulling her over him, “Gonna fuck you like this, want to hold you close to me when we come together.”

Harry pushed himself in and dragged his cock out and then fucked up into her slowly. Part of Y/n wished the bed wasn’t so creaky but another part of her enjoyed that Romy could hear the bed frame in time with his thrusts along with her gasps and moans, and Harry’s grunts and words of praise.

He smacked her bottom and she clenched and cooed, “Ahh!”

Harry smiled as he worked himself into her. His cock was so hard and he was so turned on with his sweet girl riding his cock and hopefully the two intruders outside the door were able to hear it all. He wanted them to know he didn’t give a fuck about them. The only thing that mattered was his girl.

He felt her rolling her hips into him, her breaths deepened as he held her close in his arms, not letting up his movements. Her soft insides swallowed him as he jerked his hips up, filling her with his cock.

“Feels so good doesn’t it? Fuck! Making Daddy’s cock feel so good. So messy baby.”

And it was messy. Y/n could even feel how wet everything was between them. Every plunge of his cock into her guts had her clit rubbing at his pubic bone and the hairs above his dick. Her body was shaking as she let him ravage her and pump his thick shaft through her walls, only going in harder as he got closer to his own end.

“Yes! Feels really good,” she panted her words and Harry wrapped his lips around hers as his own thighs began to shake. She was squeezing around him so good it was making his head spin.

“Come for Daddy. Show everyone who you belong to.”

She gasped and felt heat spreading through her insides, her clit throbbing at the stimulation from him.

“Please! Oh!”

The noise coming from the room was hard to hide. The sound of slapping of skin, the bed bouncing, moans and gasps and hushed words… Of course, the occasional sound of Harry’s hand spanking Y/n’s plump bottom was heard as well.

But inside the room, the lovers could also hear how wet everything was. Y/n’s pussy was dripping and it was going to make a mess of the bed.

“Yeah? Wanna come, baby girl? Need it so bad don’t you?”

“Fffffuck! Yes!”

Pressing his mouth back over hers she suddenly stiffened and her pussy fluttered as she spiraled on his twitching cock. Her moan was loud and breathy, her mouth opened wide. Harry tried to keep his lips over hers to kiss her through her orgasm but then his own started, his spine shivering as he poured into her, his groan was vulgar, “FFfuck!”

The bed didn’t stop squeaking until Harry had finally come down, slowing the movement of his hips and the thrusts into her. Y/n was spent with her cheek pressed to his pec.

Harry tightened his arms around her and kissed her forehead, “Baby girl… you’re so fucking good. Make me come so fast. Mmm…” he smiled and planted another soft kiss on her temple.

Y/n moaned and smiled to herself. She loved him so much and she didn’t know if he loved her but she knew he liked that she loved him and so that was enough for her at that moment.

Harry slowly pulled out and rolled her to her back, “Stay here. I’ll get our clothes.”

Walking into the kitchen buck naked, Harry was relieved that Romy and Sean weren’t there. He didn’t know if they were still in the house or not but for Y/n’s sake not having them right next to the room where they’d been fucking was probably for the best.

Harry helped her put her clothes on and wiped her drippy pussy up so she didn’t make a mess in his car or on her clothes. Harry spoke softly to her, reassuring her everything was okay.

As they exited the house with Harry’s things Sean suddenly appeared, “Can I talk to you?”

Harry kissed Y/n’s cheek and patted her bottom, “Go get in the car.”

Walking back inside with Sean, he crossed his arms over his chest, “Two minutes.”

“Is that Y/n?”

“Yes. Now what is it that you’d like to talk to me about?”

Sean rubbed his hands over his face and shook his head, “Look man, I never meant for this to happen. I’m sorry. Really. It just… I don’t know. One day it just happened and I couldn’t stop it. I fell in love.”

Harry kept himself quiet as his gaze seared into Sean’s face. His best friend was no longer a friend. Even if he no longer loved Romy it was a betrayal.

“Say something. Please. We need to know you’re okay, Harry.”

Harry laughed incredulously, “Am I okay? You two fucked up. I’m fine. I’m in love with someone else anyway. Romy and I lost our love a long time ago. Perhaps if you’d just been honest from the get-go we could have avoided this whole disaster. But as it stands, you and I are done. I’ll buy your portion of the stock and you can go do what you want with the rest but I won’t work with someone who’s a liar. Someone who’s gone behind my back for, what’s it been, Sean? A year? More?”

Just then Romy was standing next to Sean, “You can’t do that, Harry. Besides you’ve been fucking someone on the side too so-“

“Oh, that’s bold of you, Romy. You’ve been cheating on me with my best friend and work partner for a year before you finally decided to let me have some fun of my own. You gave me the idea to find someone on the side. That wasn’t my suggestion. That was yours.”

“But you said you’re in love with her, I heard you. My rules were-”

“What the fuck does that matter now? Your rules were selfish. You’ve been in love with someone else all this time and you could have told me a long time ago but instead, you lied to me and cheated on me. So fuck your rules and fuck you, Romy.”

Sean and Romy looked at one another before Harry continued, “I’m leaving. I’ll have some movers come in and take a few things I want but you can keep everything else. You’ll hear from my lawyer soon. Both of you.”

Harry walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Now it felt like he could finally move on with his life and he’d have Y/n with him for it. No more wasting time waiting for anything else to work in his favor.

Getting into the car with her he didn’t want to wait another moment to say it – and while it was not the most romantic way in which to tell her, he thought he’d drown if he didn’t spit it out right then especially after having just told Romy and Sean of his feelings for her. Pulling her across the console into his arms he kissed her and then pressed his forehead to hers, “I love you so much, baby girl. You mean everything to me.”

.           .           .

“Hi. I was looking for Martin. Does he still live here by chance?

The guy at the door nodded and cupped his hands around his mouth, “Estes! Someone’s here to see you!”

Harry waited on the porch and looked around. It was clearly a college neighborhood. Small cheapish cars, unkept lawns, garbage bins left at the curb when they should have been moved away days ago… The house wasn’t a frat house or anything that Harry could tell. Probably just a place where rent was split between everyone living in the house.

Martin stepped outside and looked Harry up and down, “Can I help you?”

“No. You can’t,” Harry spoke as he stepped toward the guy, causing him to back up a little.

“I don’t know who you are, man. You need to leave-“

“I don’t need to do anything you say,” Harry said as he put his hand around the young man’s throat and pushed him into the wall next to the front door, “because you’re a piece of shit who likes to hurt women. Isn’t that right, Martin?”

The guy tried pushing at Harry’s chest as his face grew red, “Get off me!”

Harry squeezed harder, silencing him, “No. I won’t. Just like when you wouldn’t stop hitting a sweet young girl when she needed you to stop. You hurt her and all these years later still recalls what you did to her.”

Martin’s face was beet red as he shook his head, his hands grasping at Harry’s forearm, unable to utter a word with the way Harry’s hand was pressing into his larynx, “Her name is Y/n. Do you remember her? The prettiest and sweetest thing you’ve probably ever laid eyes on and you hurt her. You’re lucky we’re in public right now and that she’d undoubtedly not appreciate me coming here and talking to you in this manner. Because otherwise, I’d beat you so hard your fucking legs would never work again you piece of dog shit. This is your warning to keep your hands to yourself unless given permission. When someone tells you to stop you fucking stop – especially when it’s a girl. To hurt her while she’s in a vulnerable position and you’re supposed to be having fun is low and trashy.”

Harry let go of his neck and the guy immediately put his hands up to his throat and spit at Harry.

Harry was just going to leave it. He was going to give him the warning and leave but to be spat at?

Turning to face Martin, Harry reared his fist back and punched the guy in his jaw hard, cracking a tooth in the process, his rings digging into the skin and cutting the flesh.

Grabbing his neck again and through clenched teeth he spoke, “If I see you ever again I will demolish you. You’ll wish you never met her or me. You better pray neither of us ever lay eyes on you after today. Now go and clean yourself up you low-life son of a bitch.”

Harry pushed Martin down, making him tumble onto the porch as he walked away to his car, not turning back to see if he got up or not.

.           .           .

Y/n had never done so well in school before. Thanks to her new living situation, the man of her dreams, no stress, as well as being well fed and well fucked.

She was no longer worried about changing her major or trying to figure out what she wanted because she didn’t need to worry at all. Harry told her to finish what she’d started, to get her degree and he could help her find something after college if she wanted. And having him tell her to finish was all she needed to hear. So that was that.

Her nights with Harry were so sweet and anyone from the outside would assume very domestic. But the truth was that their sex life was only better with their new arrangement. Their bedroom was set up to play. Harry had her help him in choosing things they’d want to use. And since she was new to it all she learned as she went, Harry guiding her gently and introducing her to everything he loved.

And he knew she was kinky. He knew before he’d even fucked her. He had a feeling. But every time he tried something new with her she only wanted more. Begged him and asked lots of questions. She was curious and fun. And he loved that she was the way she was.

But he knew her all-time favorite was to be totally tied up, unable to move a muscle as he did what he wished. And with their current setup, he could have her secured to the middle of the bed, her arms tied to the bar that hung above (sometimes her legs too), and her ankles strapped down to the bedpost at the foot.

She was half suspended in the air as Harry fucked her from behind and each time he paddled her bottom he thrust inward quickly and deeply. Her shaky moans were raspy as her voice had been strained. Harry had been going at it with her for quite a while. He’d fuck her for five minutes, making her pussy throb and her body jolt as he pounded into her, but then he’d stop. Stepping away with his long, pretty cock swaying as he sipped champagne and watched his sweet girl.

“Had enough, baby girl? Or are you ready to finally come?”

The deal was that she needed to admit to Harry that she was pretty. That she was out of Harry’s league by far. He told her he wanted to hear her say it. To tell him that she was a catch. But for some reason, she just wouldn’t.

Harry walked to the bed where Y/n was tied up and leaned over her back, kissing her shoulder blade, “You have to see it, my love. So pretty and soft,” he said as he ran his finger down her back and to the curve of her bottom, “so perfect and smart. A knockout. Amazing in bed. Too good for me.”

She shook her head, lifting her neck to meet his eyes, “I’m not. You’re better in every way.”

Harry brought the paddle down to her ass again, smacking her harder than he had earlier, and she gasped sharply.

“We’ll do this all night if you want. If you insist on defying me. You know you’re being naughty right? This isn’t what good girls do, Y/n. If you were a good girl you’d tell me what I asked you to. Are you not a good girl for Daddy anymore?”

Y/n groaned and let her head hang down as she swallowed. She had a hard time saying or even thinking that she was in any way better than Harry. She simply didn’t believe it. He was her whole world and there was no way she was even close to being as amazing as he was.

Harry lifted her face to look at him as he pushed her up by her chin, “Say it. Tell me right now and I’ll put you out of your misery. Come on, baby. Be a good girl for Daddy.”

Choking out a sob she shook her head, keeping her eyes on his, “No! I’m not a good girl today. I’m sorry but I can’t. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Harry rolled his eyes and let go of her face, moving to angle himself over her again, paddling both cheeks, twice each.

She yelped and cried out, letting her head droop downward.

Harry knelt in front of her, putting the paddle down, and cupped her face, “Look at me.”

When she moved her eyes to look at him he continued, ‘Do you know how much I love you?”

She nodded. Harry thumbed at her cheeks.

“Then you know that you’re worth loving right?”

Again, Y/n nodded, keeping her eyes on his.

“Right. So you can admit that? That you’re worth loving? I want to hear you say that to me.”

“I’m worth loving.”

“Good girl. I love you. I adore you. Now repeat that to me. Tell me that you’re loved and adored.

“You love me and you adore me,” she smiled softly.

Harry leaned in to kiss her lips.

He was going to make sure she understood how amazing she was. From the beginning, he’d wanted to work on her self-confidence. They’d made some strides but she was still unsure of herself and often said things about herself that Harry didn’t like. He wanted his girl to feel happy and proud of who she was. He’d see to it that she eventually got there.

That was good enough for tonight. When he couldn’t get her to say she was amazing and beautiful in her own right, he could always get her to admit that he felt that way about her, and to him, it was a step in the right direction.

“Okay. That was good. Next time we’ll get a little further, promise? Next time you’ll tell me how pretty and smart you are all on your own. Right?”

Y/n widened her eyes, not sure if she could but she’d try. She wanted to believe him. Believe that she was everything he said. And she was becoming convinced. Because if a guy like him loved a girl like her then there had to be some truth to it.

Harry got himself back into position behind her and held her hips. Her body swayed slightly as he pressed his hips to her bottom. She was already spread out for him with her ankles tied to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.

He painted the crown of his cock through her wet crease and spoke softly to her as he pushed back in, “Such a good girl for Daddy when you want to be. Gonna make you come now, okay baby girl?”

Y/n lazily nodded her head and moaned when she felt his wide tip enter her tight muscle. Every time he thrust in her body was pushed forward and her tits swayed. Being fucked while partly suspended was unlike anything she could describe. To not be able to really use her limbs except to tense her shoulders to relieve the pressure on her joints was thrilling. She loved the way Harry handled her and spoke to her and loved how his cock sliced through her guts so deep and sharp.

Her head rocked back and forth as Harry plunged into her over and over again, long languid strokes into her wet pussy as he pinched at her bottom and spread her cheeks.

But the moment he pressed the vibrator to her clit as he continued fucking into her she felt herself snap and pussy her gripped his cock as she started to convulse.

“Fuck, baby. Coming on my cock already? Yesss, squeeze it, little girl. Fuck…” Harry was already losing it. He’d been at it with her for just over an hour. Not only was he edging her he was edging himself in the process.

Y/n was rendered speechless. She found that she was speechless often when she orgasmed with him. Especially when he’d built it up for so long. She’d come hard and it would scramble her brains. Her vision would go blank and her ears would ring.

Harry sunk into her one final time as he started to come, his throbbing cock lodged in deep, his warm sperm coating her insides as he groaned and leaned over her back.

When Y/n was being lowered to the bed, her arms released from the rope she finally opened her eyes. Harry kissed her elbows and her wrists where the rope had marked her a little and then lifted her up to bring her to the bath he’d drawn for them.

Pulling her into the warm bubbles he handed her a glass of water, “Drink.”

She took a few large gulps and then collapsed with her back into his chest.

“You did so good today. Gonna do better next time, though.”

Y/n nodded, “I know. Sorry. I’m trying.”

Harry kissed the back of her head as he spoke, “I know sweet girl. But stop saying you’re sorry. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

She hummed in agreement and nodded her head.

“Look at how far we’ve come. From just being friends with an arraignment to being lovers living together.”

Y/n smiled, “Yeah. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Harry.”

Harry wrapped his arms tight around her and pressed his lips to her neck with a sigh, “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You know that right?”

Closing her eyes and letting his words sink in she realized that he wasn’t lying to her. She trusted him. So why was it so hard to repeat what he said?

“Yes, I know.”

Harry grinned. That made him proud. He loved how sweet and compliant she was but he did want her to feel more confident and feel worthy of everything he gave her and of his feelings for her.

“Good girl. I think you deserve to be collared all day tomorrow. How’s that sound? Want to be Daddy’s little slave tomorrow?”

She nodded her head and hummed her affirmation. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday than to be collared and dominated by Harry Styles.  

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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.