#harry styles aftercare

[paulyenvol6]

Against All Odds (Chapter 5)

Contains: SMUT, sex, p in v, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, edging, fluff, aftercare, female reader losing her virginity, inexperienced reader, caring boyfriendrry

This is the last chapter and it's for the horny girlies hehe

Masterlist of this story

The next two days were suprisingly unspectecular. They played concerts and didn’t get the chance to see each other again just the two of them. On thursday they rehearsed the full day and in the evening there was a friend’s birthday. They though they might be able to see each other afterwards but Sarah got between them. She had gotten into a fight with Mitch, her boyfriend and Harry spent the night comforting Sarah and especially bringing her down from her anger.

Of course not all night but he had been in her room, talking to her and then they fell asleep after a long conversation including some tears. Y/n was a bit disappointed but she was even more blown away by the fact that Harry was such a good friend. How hadn’t she seen this side of Harry before. She always thought he was an egoistic, unempathetic asshole but she discovered so many kind things about him recently.                                                                                                                                                                                               On Friday they played in Paris and after the show, an amazing crowd and two encores y/n was literally too tired to do anything. She was extremely horny for him but after the band had been hanging out in a little pub, she was so tired that she almost couldn’t even hold her eyes open. Harry saw that and knew it was best for both of them to rest.                                                                                                                                                               The next day though, they could see each other in private again. After some sightseeing, eating in a restaurant and just having fun together, the band went back to the hotel in the evening. Harry and y/n gave each other a look that both of them understood. They were both horny and they both knew what they wanted. Just a few minutes later they found themselves in Harry’s room. He locked the door and then turned to her.

„C’mere.“, he whispered and she came closer. They kissed, their tongues playing with each other while Harry was searching for some skin of hers. „Too many layers.“, he muffled into her mouth and took off her jacket. Her top, her bra and his shirt followed. He took her nippled in his mouth, teased them with his tongue and caressed her breasts.

Y/n was already sighing and she could feel herself getting wetter. „Wanna lay down on the bed?“, Harry asked and she nodded in response. Laying on bed Harry didn’t waste much time and kissed his way down to her tummy. „Someone is really needy today.“, y/n smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. „Can I eat you out, baby?“, he asked. „Yes. Please.“ „Good. Because I was thinking all day about tasting you and feel your clit on my tongue. Made me so fucking hard.“

He took off her shorts and then licked over her clit, her slip still on. He did it very softly, so y/n could just feel a slight touch. It drove her insane and she lifted her hips to get closer to him. Harry chuckled and brought some distance between her cunt and his face. „Have patient, sweetie.“

He then pulled her slip down and the sight of her cunt made him so hard and horny that he had to bring up all his power to not rush things and bury his face deep inside her cunt. He licked over her clit, very slow and gentle and enjoyed every touch. She moaned in response and threw her head back. „My hot, naughty girl likes that, doesn’t she?“ „Mhmm yes, so good Harry.“ „So wet for me, baby. Dripping f’me.“, Harry mumbled, when he licked over her entrance.

„Please Harry.“, y/n moaned, since she wasn’t up for teasing. „What do you want?“ She whimpered when he took his tongue away from her clit „Harry, please, need it.“ „What do you need, honey? Can’t do it if you don’t tell me.“ He enjoyed it a lot even though he knew he was a tiny bit mean. „Please, lick my cunt.“ „Like that?“ Harry asked and licked the area above her clit. „Nooo.“, she sighed. „My clit, Harry, please.“, she begged and he finally did what she had asked for.

She whimpered when he sucked on her clit. She was restlessly shifting her hips which made Harry push her down with his hand on her hip. „Stay calm, baby.“, he whispered and now stimulated her with his tongue licking fastly over her clit. „Harry, m’gonna come.“ „Hold it back a little longer f’me, will yeh?“, he said and stopped his movement.

Y/n cried out and grabbed the sheets. „Please Harry.“ „I like it when you beg me.“, Harry smirked and gently caressed the skin of her thigh. „Mhm.“, she muffled and pushed his head closer to her cunt. In return he laughed and thought she was the cutest and hottest woman he’s ever met. Harry started to stimulate her clit again by licking over it and tapped against her entrance with his index finger.

„You want me to?“, he mumbled against her cunt. „Yes.“, she sighed without having enough breath to say anything else. He slid into her, luckily she was very wet so it was easy. „You feelin‘ alright?“, Harry whispered. „Yes, soo good.“, y/n answered and moved back and forth. She loved the way he always made sure she was fine and felt comfortable.

„Can I add another finger?“, Harry asked while still playing with her clitoris. „Yeah Harry, please, I can’t – I – oh good, yes.“, she groaned. He now moved two fingers in and out of her. Luckily she was very wet and also not very cramped around his fingers. „M’gonna cum, Harry.“, y/n whispered and closed her eyes. „Please, look at me when you come, Baby.“, Harry demanded and looked up to her.

She opened her eyes and did as he asked when her orgasm hit her hard. He could feel her tighten around his fingers and seeing her experiencing that much pleasure made him happy and horny at the same time. After licking her cunt clean he crawled up to her to lay on top of her. He slowly licked every drop of arousal from one finger after another and made sure she watched him doing it. „Taste so good, Baby. Like honey.“ She smirked and wrapped her arms around his upper body. Harry went down to kiss her and petted her sweaty hair out of her face. „You’re so cute.“

Three months later

They had made out, both had come from oral sex and now Harry’s head was resting on her chest while she played with his hair until y/n started to speak. „Harry?“ „Mhm?“ „I think I‘d like to go further.“ He lifted his head and looked at her. „What?“ „I think I’d like you to fuck me.“

He didn’t answer but bit his lip with a worried look on his face. „I’m serious Harry, I know you’re concerned, but I know that I’m ready and most importantly, I trust you.“ „And I’m very happy about it, really, it’s just… I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t wanna see you in pain.“ She smiled and caressed his cheek. „It’s ok. I can take it.“

„But it’s gonna hurt you, sweetie. I mean, probably, I think so.“ She nodded. „I know. But I wanna do this. If you’re up for it.“ Harry kissed her neck. „Of course I’m up for it, but are you really sure? I don’t wanna push you or pressure you or anything. We can take as much time as we want to. It’s no problem for me to wait. Just want you to feel comfortable.“

„I know Harry, I know all of this. But yeah, I feel good, I feel ready and I don’t feel like you’re pushing me.“ She looked him in the eyes to show him that she was serious. „Okay.“, Harry whispered. „If you’re sure.“ He caressed her hair. „But do me one favor, let’s do it tomorrow night and not today. I know it’s cheesy, but I’d like to prepare it a bit.“ Y/n giggled. „Okayy. Now I’m curious.“ „Just want it to be beautiful.“ She smiled. „Alright. Can’t wait.“

The next day y/n was nervous. She knew that Harry would be gentle and take care of her but she was a bit scared of the pain. Still, she absolutely wanted to do it and was also very excited in a positive way. Even though she knew that Harry didn’t care about her being hairy, she shaved her pubic hair in the afternoon. She just wanted to, because for her it was a special evening and y/n also put on her favourite set of langerie.

At this point Harry and the band were in Los Angeles. He had a house there and y/n didn’t live far from him. She originally didn’t come from Los Angeles but since there would be a tour pause and they had some time to work on new songs, go to events, visit award shows, promote their projects, relax etc. y/n had rented a flat there.  

Now, after she had driven to his house and he had opened the door for her and they had greeted each other she took a deep breath and smiled at him. „Okay. Here we are now.“ Harry smirked and kissed her very softly. „Are you sure you wanna do this?“, he asked once again to really make sure she wanted it. She fastly nodded and took his hands. „Definitely.“                                                                                                                                           They went up to Harry’s bedroom and y/n widened her eyes in suprise. The room was darkened, there was some soft and warm light coming from a few beside lamps and standard lamps. The bed looked all cozy with a lot of pillows and a thick blanket. On a sideboard there was a bouquet of roses and a bottle of whiskey with two glasses.

Harry, who followed her gaze said: „Of course we don’t have to drink it, if you don’t wanna. Just thought maybe…I don’t know, are you into alcohol? Haven’t seen you drinking that often before.“ „Occasionally. But yeah, I’d like to take a drink, thank you. And wow, it looks so beautiful, Harry. Thank you, you really didn’t have to put so much effort in it.“

„It’s no problem at all. It was fun.“, he said while he poured them both a glass. „It’s really beautiful.“ „It’s a little chliché, I know, but I thought, why not? I want you to feel comfortable and I wanted to create a relaxing atmosphere. I hope I achieved that.“ He smiled at her while giving her a glass. „You absolutely did.“, she answered and was 100 percent honest about it.

It really created a beautiful, calming and romantic atmosphere. They toasted and drank from their glasses. Then y/n came closer to Harry and put his hair out of his face. She touched his cheekbone, his chin and then his lips, which were still wet from the Whisky. Harry’s eyes got a bit darker and when y/n parted his lips with her index finger, he took y/n’s glas out of her hand and placed it on the side board, along with his‘.

He then put his hand on her cheek and kissed her softly. They were standing like this for a while until y/n decided that they both definitely wore too many clothes. So she took off his t shirt and ran her hands over his naked skin. She traced his tattoos with her finger and then kissed him on his collarbones, which made him smile and caress her hair. „Can you sit down on the bed, Harry?“, she whispered and gently pushed him in the direction.

„Sure.“ He did as she had asked him to do and y/n kneeled between his legs. „May I?“, she smiled. „Of course, Honey. If you want to.“, Harry answered with his raspy voice. She opened his pants and pulled them down and did the same process with his boxers. He helped her by lifting his hips. Once they were off, a hard cock sprang out and y/n began to tease his tip with her tongue. It made his cock twitch and Harry closed his eyes.

She took more and more of him in the mouth but made sure to do it slowly, so she could tease him a bit. „Oh, Baby, yes that’s right.“, he moaned when her tongue ran around his tip while she had him in her mouth.

When she wrapped her hand around his cock and went up and down while still having him in her mouth, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer. So Harry pushed her head off of his cock and tried to calm his wild panting. „Oh shit, Honey. You need to stop, or otherwise I’m gonna cum.“ „But I want you to cum.“ „Yeah, but not yet, later. Now, I need to take care of you, honey.“, he said and y/n could see the darkness in his eyes, which told her that he was extremely horny.

„Would yeh please lay down f’me on the bed, Baby?“, he asked and stood up. Y/n nodded and did what he asked her to do. Harry went to the side board, grabbed his glas and took a sip of the whisky while watching her getting comfortable in the bed. „God, I can’t wait to lay my hands on you.“, he mumbled and y/n could hear that his voice was a lot more raspy and deep now that he was turned on.

„Well, what’re you waiting for?“, she chuckled and Harry put the glas loudly back on the side board. He then climbed on top of her and kissed her greedily on her lips while his hands wandered down her body. When it wasn’t enough to feel her through the fabric of her clothes he slid his hands under her top and teased her hard nipples. It made y/n whimper and she arched to get her chest closer to Harry’s hands.

His mouth made his way down to her neck and he started to suck on her skin. He pulled her top and her bra off to have better access to her chest. His hand concentrated on one boob while his mouth took care of the other one.

After a while he went up to kiss her on her lips and then his hand ran down her body to her shorts. He opened them and slid his hands in. When he caressed the area above her clit y/n sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close to her. Harry smiled and sucked on her neck. He ran his finger over her pants and teased her by just slightly touching her clit.

„Please Harry, no teasing.“, she moaned and pulled his hair. „Mhm, but I like it way too much.“, he growled and slid his hand in her pants. Without paying attention to her clit he slid one finger into her and collected her arousal. Then he slipped his hand out of her pants again and licked his finger in front of her face with relish.

„Mhm so good.“, he whispered and did it again, he slowly fingered her and then licked his fingers clean. „Please, Baby.“, y/n moaned. „What ya want?“ „I need more, please. Need you.“ Harry chuckled. „Where do y’want me, sugar?“ „Want your finger on my clit.“ „Mhmm, ok. Lemme think bout it.“ When she made a desperate face, he laughed and kissed her gently.

„It’s alright Baby, already made my decision.“ He did as she had asked him to do and stimulated her clit which made her arch. Usually he might have teased her a little more, but today was a special day, it was about her and he wanted to do as she told him. And if she wasn’t up for teasing (even though he knew that she actually liked it a lot), he wouldn’t do it.

After fingering her a while with the focus on her clit, Harry thought it was time to go down on her. He couldn’t wait to taste her so asked: „Honey, do y’want me to eat you out?“ „Yes, please Harry.“, she moaned and arched her back when he drew a last circle around her clit before kissing his way down on her body. He made a quick stop at her chest and teased her nipples with his tongue and then caressed her tummy with his mouth.

He pulled her shorts and panties down and positioned himself between her spread legs. Y/n immadiately buried her fingers in his hair and tried to push him closer to her cunt, which made Harry laugh. „Someone really is needy.“ She smiled and Harry finally brought his head down and licked from her hole up to her clit, which made y/n gasp. His tongue felt so good and she had to be careful not to come immadiately.

„Ohh shit.“, she moaned when his skillful tongue played with her clit. She didn’t know how he always managed to do that. He knew exactly where to touch her and what to do to make her go crazy. „You’re feelin‘ good?“, Harry smirked against her pussy and gently caressed her thigh.

„Yes, so good, Harry.“, she whined and threw her head back. After a while y/n felt an orgasm growing in her. „Harry, I think m’gonna cum.“ „Yes, cum for me, Baby.“ And she did. She had an awesome orgasm and Harry felt like heaven. He licked every drop of arousal and thought she tasted so good.

After he had licked her clean he crawled up on top of her and kissed her. Tasting herself on his tongue drove her crazy. She then pulled him closer to her and her hands wandered down on his body. She clearly wanted to finally do it. Harry caressed her cheek and looked in her eyes. „M’gonna finger you first if that’s ok. You’re very thight and hopefully it’s gonna be less painful if you’re a bit stretched.“

She nodded. „Alright.“ He gently rubbed her clit and then slid his index finger into her, while laying half on top of her. After a few minutes of her getting used to it, Harry added another finger and pumped them in and out of her. Meanwhile, he stimulated her clit with his thumb.

„You like it, Honey?“ Harry moaned in her ear. „Yes, feels good.“, she panted. After some time he took away his fingers from her cunt and licked them clean. He then positioned himself between her legs. „Are you sure, Baby?“ „Yes, I am.“ „The most important thing is that you relax. I know it’s hard because you’re probably nervous but try to relax your muscles. And promise me, if it hurts too much, stop me.“

„Yeah. I know and I try to relax.“ He caressed her cheek and then stroke his cock a few times. He opened the drawer next to the bed, took a condom out of it, opened it and pulled it over his cock. Then he put the tip of it on her entrance and gently rubbed her clit with his thumb. He felt her relax a bit and then gently pushed into her.

She was very thight and he felt her clench around him. „M’sorry, m’sorry.“ Harry panted. She was in pain but it was ok for her to keep going. „Are you alright, Sweetie?“, he asked and saw her face tense. „Yes, it’s ok. Kinda hurts but I can stand it. You can keep going.“ He pushed a little deeper and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.

Harry, who saw it pulled himself a bit out of her. „M’so sorry, Baby. I can stop if you want me to.“ „No, Harry. Don’t pull out. Just need some time to adjust.“ They stayed like that for a while. Sweat covered her forehead and her panting went unregualry but she slowly started to feel better.

„M’okay, m’okay.“, she whispered and closed her eyes. Harry, who meanwhile had comforted her by petting her hair and trying to calm her, caressed her cheek and wiped away a tear. „You’re doin‘ so good, honey. M’so sorry, I wished I can do somethin‘, please tell me if there’s anythin‘ I can do.“ Y/n took a deep breath. „It’s okay. I’m good. You can keep going.“

„You sure? We don’t have to continue, seriously. Just want yeh to feel good.“ She softly smiled. „No, we can continue. Really, I’d say if I wanted you to stop.“ Harry slowly nodded and moved himself a tiny bit deeper into her. She gasped and her body tensed but it got better with time. After waiting a while so she could adjust Harry asked: „How you feelin‘, honey?“

„I’m fine. You wanna move a bit, slide in and out?“ „If you want me to.“, he said and did as she demanded. He carefully and slowly moved himself slightly out of her and then back in. Y/n arched her back and Harry bit his lip. „M’so sorry, y/n.“ He hated seeing her in pain, but he didn’t know what to do to make her feel better.

„Do y’want me to touch your clit or would it be t’much?“, he asked. „Not right now, I just want to y’know, adjust and get used to you.“ „Yes, sure.“ He continued moving in and out of her and y/n felt better and better with time. It was still a weird feeling but the pain lessened. She even moved her hips slightly. 

Then she could see his breath going even faster. „I think m’gonna cum.“, Harry panted. He slowly pulled himself out of her and grabbed a paper towel to release. „Oh shit, yes.“, he groaned and immediately after he came down from his orgasm he crawled to y/n, who powerless laid on the bed.

„Sweetie, are you alright?“, he asked and stroked her hair, which had gotten wet from the sweat on her face out of her face. „Yes, m’just a bit tired.“ He kissed her on her forehead. „That’s fine. I’m so sorry you had to go through this. I hated to see you in pain.“, he whispered.

She softly smiled. „I’m okay, seriously. You always made sure that I was ok and I appreciate it.“ She wrapped her hands around his back and pulled him closer to kiss him. After the kiss Harry asked: „Are you hungry, baby? Or thirsty? Are you cold? Is there anything I can do for you?“ Y/n chuckled. „Actually I’m kinda hungry. But you really don’t have to-“ „I want to. M’gonna bring you somethin‘.“

He insisted on making her something to eat so he went down to kitchen. After about 15 minutes he came up with a bowl of vegan pasta in his hands and entered the room. She was asleep. Harry smiled at her, she looked very peaceful but exhausted. He put the pasta on the table next to the bed and then left the room. She needed some time to relax and recover.

The next morning Harry woke up with y/n’s arm wrapped around him. About an hour after he had brought her the pasta, he went to bed as well. Y/n still had been sleeping and he tried his best to be as quiet as possible. Now y/n’s naked body was pressed against him and he tried his best not to get hard.

He snoozed for a while to think about something else than the girl next to him when she woke up. She yawned. „Morning.“ „Good morning, honey.“ He gave her a quick kiss on her lips. „How are you?“, he then asked. „M’good. A bit tired.“ He smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

They cuddled a bit and when Harry started to caress her tummy, she chuckled quietly. „You’re gonna make me horny again.“ Harry smiled and his fingers wandered a bit further up to the area below her boobs. „How do you feel, y/n? I mean since you are not a virgin anymore. I mean it depends on how you define a virgin, because of course you did a lot of things before, but – “ „I get the point, Harry.“, she laughed.

„I feel good. A tiny bit different, I mean“, she chuckled. „I’m not a virgin anymore. It’s just a bit unusual to have this thought. And I feel a bit tense down there.“ Harry smiled at her. „Does it still hurt?“ „No, it’s fine. Right now you’re just making me a bit thirsty again.“ Harry’s hands had still been wandering over her tummy and the area below her boobs.

„Mhm, sounds interesting.“ He kissed her on her neck and his fingers played with her sensitive nipples. „Do you want to go further or recover? I can understand if you just want to relax and recover from last night.“ „No, I want you.“, she panted. How was he able to make her horny this fast?

He kissed his way down from her neck to her chest and took his time to concentrate on her nipples and her collarbone. When he caressed her tummy he stopped and whispered: „Can I go further?“ She nodded and arched her back. „Please Harry, please keep going." He smirked and kissed his way down to her clitoris. He took it in his mouth and teased her by licking over it while massaging her thighs.

Then he gently – she was probably still very sensitive down there – licked her entrace. „Ah shit!“, she whimpered and pressed her legs against his shoulders to relief the pressure, since his touch with his tongue felt so good. „Taste so fucking good, baby. S’good to me. All that f’me, I feel like the luckiest man right now.“, he whispered and the feeling of his breath against her clit made her whine out.

Harry, who noticed it, gently blew air against her clit and smiled at her moving back and forth under him. „Don’t be shy with your noises, sweetheart. You can let it out, it’s just you and I.“ „Please, Harry.“, she whispered with closed eyes.

Harry licked right next to her clit so she felt a little stimulation, but it was still teasing her. She let out a whimper and grabbed his hair. „Harry please, need more. I can’t, I - “ she stopped mid – sentence and let out a gasp, because Harry had now finally take her clit into his mouth again and sucked on it.

„Look at me, baby. Look at me when I’m eating your fucking sweet pussy.“ She opened her eyes and they made eye contact. She thought she could come just from seeing his gorgeous face between her opened legs.

Then Harry started to play with one hand with her boobs while continuing licking her. When he felt her tense he knew she was about to come. „Yes, honey, cum. Cum for me, gimme all of it.“ She whimpered and threw her head back. „That’s right, that’s good. There we go, hun. You can let go.“, he spoke against her cunt, while still stimulating her clit.

Then she came with a high pitched tone and arched her back. „Oh fuck, yes, Harry.“ He smiled against her pussy and licked her through her orgasm. When she came down from her high, Harry licked her clean and then crawled up on top of her, resting his arms one on the left and one on the right of her face.

He stroked the hair out of her face. „Did so good, honey, so good. How are you?“ „Very good. Oh Harry, you’re so fucking good at this.“ They smiled and Harry laid down next to her. He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her close to him. „Thank you, Harry. I know you don’t like it when I say this but I wanna thank you for making me feel so good and for always making sure that I’m comfortable.“

„I love doing it. I mean, I love making you feel good and making sure you’re comfortable is the most important thing t’me.“ She kissed him on his mouth and caressed his upper body. „Y’know, I also thought you needed some extra care after last night. M’so sorry again.“

„This is not your fault, Harry. I wanted this and I knew before that it would probably hurt a little.“ „Still, it was just horrible seeing you hurt, honey. Does it still hurt?“ „No, not really.“ They smiled at each other and laid down on their back, staring at the ceiling.

Y/n reached out to grab his hand and then turned to look at him. „Harry?“ „Mhm?“ „What exactly is this? Between us?“ Harry turned his head to the side as well and frowned. „We’ve never talked about this.“, y/n whispered. „What do you want it to be?“, Harry smirked and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n laughed as well and felt butterflies in her stomach. Then she moved really close to his face so that Harry and her were the only two people in the world to hear these words. „I want you to be my boyfriend, Harry Styles.“

[fleuraimer]

WEDNESDAY! WEDNESDAY! WEDNESDAY!!!!

WEDNESDAY IS THE DAY BESTIES!! 😁

[x0xomady]

gold rush

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pt.2 - ☁️

(harry styles x female reader)

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, NONCON, housewife kink, corruption kink, spit kink, humiliation, misogynistic themes, cheating (not on y/n), manipulation, no aftercare, harry is an asshole, p in v, oral m recieving, degrading behavior, unprotected sex, it’s just nasty. (all characters are 18+)

summary: during the 1850’s, families moved out to california for the gold rush. it just so happens that harry’s family moved out to the same town as yours. or, an older man cheats on his wife and corrupts the innnocent girl living next door.

a/n: okay this is based on THIS request. read the warnings first, if this isn’t your thing, IGNORE IT.

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"y/n." my mother's voice echoed through our small wooden house. "come and get washed up for dinner!"

i was so deep in my book that i nearly missed her calling my name. “what?" i said, snapping out of my reverie.

my mother appeared in the doorway, her hands on her hips, looking at me with an exasperated expression. “stop reading and get cleaned up. we're having guests over tonight for dinner, and i need you to look presentable.”

i nod as i mark the page and set my book aside. i knew how important manners and appearances were to my mother, especially when we had guests over for dinner.

“who are the guests?”

my mother raised an eyebrow at my question, as if surprised i even had to ask. "the new couple that just moved into the old cabin down the road. they just had a newborn, and your father asked them to come over for dinner."

i nod as a feeling of dread creeps over me. it wasn't the first time we had hosted newcomers to the settlement, but the idea of having to be on my best behavior in front of strangers was always nerve-wracking.

“okay, i’ll go get ready." i say as i make my way to the washroom.

𖥔 2 hours later 𖥔

the dining room is filled with the tantalizing aroma of roasted meat, which we only eat on special occasions, and potatoes. the flickering flames of the oil lamps dimly illuminate the room, casting a warm glow over everything.

mother is bustling about, making sure everything is just so. the table is set to perfection, with a white lace tablecloth draped across it and sets of our best porcelain plates set atop it.

my father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a perpetually serious expression, sits in his usual spot at the head of the table. he looks up as i walk into the room, and gives me a slight nod of approval. at that, i take my place at the table, my stomach churning with nerves. being an introvert is all fine until you have to meet new people.

a knock on the door signals the arrival of our guests, and my heart begins to race. i straighten my dress and take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as my mother goes to answer the door.

the sound of our guests' voices and footsteps echo through the house, making my chest feel tight. my mother leads them into the dining room, smiling widely with her best hospitality. as the guests enter the room, i lift my gaze and look at them for the first time.

.“y/n, this is mrs. styles, and her new baby elijah.” my mother motions towards mrs. styles. she is a very attractive looking woman, with long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. i smile politely and stand up from the table to greet her.

“it's lovely to meet you, mrs. styles," i say softly with a smile. i notice baby elijah, who is sleeping soundly in his mother's arms for the first time, swaddled in a blanket. “you have a very cute baby.”

mrs. styles smiles warmly as she looks down at her sleeping baby. "thank you. he's only a few weeks old, but we already adore him so much."

my mother offers to take the baby, and mrs. styles hands him over to her, revealing the man standing behind her for the first time.

“oh yes, and this is mr. styles.” my mother introduces me to him quickly before carrying the baby over to the table and starting a light conversation with mrs. styles.

he is a tall, well-built man with a handsome face, green eyes, and thick brown hair. he is at least 10 years older than me, but at least 10 years younger than my father.

he looks over the room, his gaze finally landing upon me. i quickly drop my eyes and sit back down, feeling my cheeks flush. i can feel his eyes on me, and i'm not quite sure how to react.

suddenly, mother motions him over to the table, and he takes the seat next to my father.

as everyone sits down, my stomach begins to churn even more nervously. i glance at mr. styles every now and then, feeling his eyes on me.

conversation flows around the table, with my mother and mrs. styles talking about the baby. mr. styles and my father discuss work and the town.

the meal progresses, but I am not able to focus on my food. my mind keeps wandering to mr. styles, and i can't help but steal glances at him throughout the dinner.

he seems to notice my glances, and his piercing green eyes keep flicking towards me, making my heart race.

the meal is generally mild with small talk shared between my parents and the new couple.

“y/n honey, would you please take elijah out for a little while? mrs styles would probably like some time to eat.”

my mother gives me a “listen. now.” look and motions for me to take the baby. i nod and stand up from the table, taking elijah from his mothers arms.

“thank you darling, that’s so sweet of you.” mrs styles smiles and squeezes my hand as i take the baby from her and walk him out of the dining room.

once out of the dining room, I make my way to the back porch, walking slowly so as not to wake the baby. the night air is cool and refreshing as i sit down on the small wood bench my father had built for the porch.

I cradle the baby in my arms and look down at him, admiring his tiny, peaceful face. The only sound is the soft crackling of the fire from inside the house, and the occasional chirping of cicadas in the trees.

“you’re a very sweet baby.” i hum and look down at his soft little face.

as i sit there, slowly rocking and cooing at the baby, i hear footsteps behind me. i turn my head to see mr. styles walking out onto the porch, his green eyes meeting mine.

mr. styles leans against the porch and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a quick flick of his lighter. he takes a long drag, and lets out a plume of smoke into the night air.

he studies me for a moment, his eyes locking with mine before he speaks.

"you seem to have a way with children. he's sleeping soundly.” he motions to the baby in my arms, and I look back down at Elijah, who is indeed still asleep, his little chest rising and falling gently.

"i suppose i do," i replies softly, looking back up at mr. styles.

he takes another hit from his cigarette, the smoke swirling in the air around him as he gazes at me intently.

“hm. you’re a lot better with him then i. when the wife had him i couldn’t even hold him.” he hums and leans against the post, watching me soothe elijah.

i smile softly, watching the baby's eyelashes flutter as he sleeps. "it takes a lot of patience."

mr. styles nods as he takes another drag from his cigarette. "im not exactly the most patient person."

just then the door to the house opens again. my mother and mrs. styles step out the door.

“it was so lovely to have you two over, it’ll be great to have you in the town.” my mother smiles and hands mrs. styles a basket of baked goods she made to welcome them to the area.

mrs. styles takes the basket, smiling warmly at my mother. “thank you so much for hosting us. we really appreciate warm welcome.”

i hand the tightly swaddled baby back to mrs. styles and bid my goodbyes to elijah.

mr. styles snuffs out his cigarette and steps towards the two women, his gaze flickering to me once more before returning to my mother.

"thanks for dinner ma'am." he says to my mother with a charming smile.

my mother smiles warmly and pats him on the shoulder. "it was our pleasure."

mrs. styles thanks my mother again and turns to me.

“you know y/n, if you’re ever free i would love to have you over. you were so sweet with elijah i really appreciate it.”

i’m slightly taken aback by mrs. styles’ offer, pleasantly surprised. “of course, i would love to come by sometime.”

mrs. styles smiles and squeezes my hand once more before turning to my mother. “we best get going. it’s getting late.”

“of course, safe travels home.” my mother nods.

mrs. styles bids us goodbye and she and mr. styles walk down the path, disappearing into the night.

my mother turns to me with a satisfied smile on her face. “i think that went well.”

i nod, still feeling a little bit of butterflies from mr. styles' gaze. my mother smiles and pats my back.

“cmon dear, let’s get inside and wash up.”

𖥔 3 weeks later 𖥔

it's a warm bright day, as it usually is in early july. i walk down the dust path into the town center. there isn’t much in our small town, but we do have the necessities.

i continue past the main square, and make my way down the road towards the ranches on the south of the town. my white summer dress glides across the dirt road as i walk.

a few ranch houses are nestled among the trees, and there are pens full of livestock next to some. i come up to mrs. styles' house, and take a deep breath before walking up to the familiar front door.

since meeting the family weeks ago, i’ve had the opportunity to spend time with mrs. styles and occasionally watch elijah for her.

i knock on the door and wait for a response. after a moment, i hear shuffling from inside, and the door swings open to reveal mrs. styles, holding elijah in her arms.

“y/n! so nice to see you, come inside honey.” she smiles widely and opens the door further, motioning for me to come in.

i return mrs. styles' smile, and enter the house. it's a modest house, but cosy. the living room is filled with natural light as the windows on all sides are open, letting in a warm summer breeze.

“thank you so much again for agreeing to watch elijah. i would have harry watch him, but you know how men are.” she smiles and hands elijah to me.

i take the baby from her, immediately cradling him against my chest. he looks up at me with wide eyes, and i smile down at him.

"of course, i don't mind at all."

she nods and squeezes my shoulder lightly. “thank you again, honey. i’ll be back in a few hours, you’re welcome to the lemonade i made.”

i nod at mrs. styles as she grabs a small basket of laundry from a nearby chair, and heads out of the house. the sound of the door shutting echoes through the small house, and i walk over to the nearby couch and sit down.

elijah is quiet in my arms, and slowly begins to drift off to sleep.

i sit there for a few minutes, the baby’s soft breathing the only thing to break the comfortable silence. i gently rock him in my arms, watching as his eyelashes flutter against his soft cheeks, while he sleeps. the afternoon sunlight pours through the windows, warm and soft against my skin.

mr. styles shuts the door behind him and takes a step further into the house, not noticing me right away.

he is wearing a simple cotton shirt and tan brown pants with a hat perched atop his head. dust follows each step as his boots move across the wood floor. he turns to me, his green eyes quickly find my own in surprise.

“what are you doing here?” his deep voice rumbles through the air, filling the room. i shift uncomfortably on the couch, still holding the baby close to my chest.

i can feel my cheeks flush under his intense gaze. “mrs. styles asked me to watch elijah for her while she does some laundry and runs some errands.” i look down at the sleeping baby in my arms, my heart racing.

mr. styles walks closer to me, his footsteps loud against the wooden floor. he comes to a stop in front of me, his tall figure looming over me.

he doesn't say anything, and for a few moments he just stands there, studying me. i can feel his eyes on me, and my heart starts to pound against my chest.

“well alright then…” he nods and takes his hat off, placing it atop the coat rack.

he stands there momentarily before walking over to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water. he takes a few sips before turning back to me, leaning against the kitchen counter.

i assume by his rugged appearance that mr. styles had just finished his work for the day. my mother has told me that he is a cattle rancher, and works on their ranch for hours a day.

my eyes stay on the baby cradled in my arms, keenly aware of mr. styles' gaze on me. he sets his glass down and walks closer, stopping about a foot away from me. he glances at the baby, who is currently sleeping against my chest.

“he’s out like a light. you can go set him down in the crib.” he nods towards the wooden crib on the side of the room.

i nod, and slowly stand. i walk over to the crib and gently lay the sleeping baby down. he shifts slightly, but soon relaxes back into a deep sleep. i look down at him, watching his delicate little face as he breathes slowly.

i turn around to find mr. styles still watching me with a serious expression on his face. his arms are crossed, and his green eyes are intense.

"you're a shy thing, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and gruff.

i feel my cheeks heat up, and i look down at the dusty hem of my dress. “yeah, i guess so," i nod.

mr. styles nods, and takes a step closer to me. “hm… this is a pretty small town, aint it? must not be a lot of others around your age.”

i nod, still looking down at my dress. “yeah, it is pretty small. i don’t know many people my age.”

he hums and looks down at me for a second. my body freezes up when i feel his rough hands grab my jaw lightly. he tilts my head up so i’m looking at him.

“well you’re definitely a pretty thing.” he says looking down at me.

i can feel my cheeks flush even more at his words. i look away, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

“thank you…” i mumble, feeling my heart race in my chest.

“you don’t have to be so nervous around me, i don’t bite.” he says roughly. i nod, my cheeks still flushed.

“i know, i just…” i trail off, looking away from him. he hums and nods, letting go of my chin.

"uh… is there anything else i can help you with?" i ask quickly, trying to change the topic.

mr. styles looks at me for a moment before nodding. he holds his hand up and motions for me to walk over to him.

“maybe there is… c'mere darling.”

i hesitate for a moment, unsure of what he wants me to do. i look down at my hands, which are still shaking slightly from the adrenaline. i take a deep breath and slowly walk over to him, stopping just in front of him.

mr. styles looks up at me, his green eyes intense. he leans back against the sofa and lets his legs open comfortably. he looks at me for a second, his eyes trailing over me. i can feel my heart pounding in my chest as he studies me.

"you know," he speaks, his voice low and rough. "ever since my wife had the baby, i've been feeling less and less satisfied."

i listen as he speaks. i'm not sure what he means, but his words make me feel uneasy. i look down at my hands, trying to avoid his gaze.

"i don't understand, sir," i say, my voice barely above a whisper.

he chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that makes me slightly uneasy. "i'm not surprised, darling. you're young and naive."

i feel my cheeks burn at his words. i'm not sure what he's getting at, but i know it's not appropriate. i take a step back, trying to put some distance between us.

"uh- maybe we should just wait until mrs. styles gets home-" i say nervously, trying to deflect the tension that's building in the room.

mr. styles raises an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving mine. "oh, i think we can handle things just fine without her," he says, his voice dripping with an unsettling confidence. he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes locked on mine.

i take another step back, trying to put even more distance between us. "i-i don't think that's appropriate, sir," i stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

he hums again, his eyes never leaving mine. “oh, relax, darling," he says. he holds his hand out and motions for me to step closer to him. “i know what i’m doing, and i know how much you like to help, you’re a sweet girl.”

i hesitate, unsure of what to do.. mr. styles' gaze is fixed on me, and i can feel his intensity like a palpable force.

i nod and carefully step forward again so i’m standing just in front of him. he smiles a little and reaches up to take a hold of my hips, pulling me to stand between his legs.

l my heart pounds in my chest as he looks up at me, his gaze intense. he leans forward, his breath hot against my neck as he whispers, “hm, you’re a good girl, aren't you?"

i swallow hard, my throat dry, and i nod hesitantly.

he hums in approval and leans back against the sofa, his hands still on my hips. "good," he says, his voice low. "now, i want you to help me with something."

his fingers tighten around my hips, and i can feel his thumbs digging into my skin. i try to take a step back, but his grip is firm.

"w-what is it, sir?" i stammer, trying to hide the blush creeping up my face. mr. styles' gaze never wavers, his eyes fixed on mine with an unnerving intensity.

"i want you to help me…relax," he says, with an innocent look on his face.

“you know, i wouldn’t normally ask you, as this is my wife’s job,” he sighs and looks up at me. “but, she is just so exhausted with the baby…”

i try to nod sympathetically, but my mind is racing with alarm bells. this is not right. men aren’t supposed to touch me this way- especially since i’m not married.

mr. styles' hands tighten around my hips, and i feel a jolt of fear. i try to take a step back, but his grip is firm. he's not letting me go.

“…how can i help?" i mumble nervously, looking up to meet his eyes.

mr. styles smirks, his grip on my hips tightening. "can you kneel on the floor for me, darling?"

i hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. i know this is wrong, but i can't seem to find the words to refuse him. i slowly lower myself to my knees, my eyes never leaving his.

mr. styles hums in approval, his hands moving from my hips to cup my jaw as he watches me.

i feel the nerves run through me as his thumb brushes against my bottom lip. "good girl," he murmurs and looks down at me.

my heart races in my chest as i look up at him, my eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.

mr. styles traces my lips with his thumb as he speaks, "i want you to take care of me, darling. can you do that for me?"

i swallow hard, my throat dry as i nod my head. “h-how?”

“it’s alright," he whispers. "i'll show you." his hands move from my jaw to his pants, his fingers quickly unbuttoning the top of them.

my eyes widen in shock and fear as he does this. i shake my head and try to get up from the floor. “no- mr. styles this is very inappropriate”

mr. styles shakes his head. “oh, darling, there’s nothing wrong in helping a friend. you don’t want my wife to tire out, do you?.”

“i don’t know if this is right.” i look at him nervously and try to pull away.

“oh but you’re so sweet,” he hums and traces my jaw with his thumb. “just try sweetheart, can you try?”

i hesitate, looking into his eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. i feel a mixture of fear and confusion, unsure of what to do. i take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and nod my head.

mr. styles smiles, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. “good girl,” he murmurs. he pulls me closer to him, his legs spreading wider to accommodate me.

his hands reach down into his trousers as he pulls out his length. my eyes widen in shock, and my face instantly flushes in shame. i try to look away, but he grabs my jaw and turns be back to him.

he spits into his hand and strokes himself slowly, his eyes fixed on mine. i try to speak, to tell him to stop, but my voice is caught in my throat. my mind is racing, trying to process what is happening, but i'm frozen in place, unable to move or speak.

"give me your hand, y/n" he says, holding out his hand expectantly. i hesitate, unsure of what to do, but his gaze is intense, as if daring me to refuse. my heart racing, i slowly reach out, my hand trembling as i place it in his.

mr. styles' fingers wrap around mine, his grip firm as he guides my hand towards him. i try to pull back, but he holds tight, his eyes never leaving mine. my face flushes even more as i realize what he wants me to do. i try to shake my head, to tell him no, but my voice is still caught in my throat.

"come on, darling," he says. "just a little help."

he moves my hand and puts it around his length, his own hand wrapping around mine to keep it in place.

mr. styles lets out a low groan, his eyes closing as he leans back against the wall. "that's it, darling," he murmurs. “move it up and down- just like that.”

i feel a surge of shame and embarrassment as i'm forced to comply, my hand moving slowly along his length. he tugs my hand along his cock, guiding me into a slow, rhythmic motion.

his pupils are dilated, and his breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling with each stroke. i can feel my heart racing, pounding in my chest like a drum, as i struggle to process what's happening.

"oh fuck," he groans out. "such a good girl."

his grip tightens around my hand, his fingers digging into my skin as he guides me into a faster rhythm. i can feel him growing harder in my hand, his length pulsing with each stroke.

"you like helping, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

my face flushes with embarrassment. “i- i don’t know," i say, my voice barely above a whisper.

he hums, his grip tightening around my hand. “do you want to help me relax even more?”

i hesitate, unsure of what he means. i can feel my heart racing, my face flushed with embarrassment. “h-how?”

mr. styles sees my hesitation and smirks. “oh, darling, don't worry. i'll show you.” he leans back against the couch, watching me with a blissed expression on his face. “can you to take me in your mouth? oh, I know you can darling, you’re such a good listener.”

my heart is racing, pounding in my chest like a drum, as i struggle to process what's happening. i feel a surge of shame and embarrassment, my face flushing with heat. i try to shake my head, to tell him no, but my voice is still caught in my throat.

mr. styles' grip tightens around my hand, his fingers digging into my skin as he guides me into a faster rhythm. i can feel his length pulsing with each stroke.

“yes, be a good girl and wrap your lips around the tip for me, darling.” he moves his hand away from my own and puts his hand against the back of my head. he gently nudges me forward to take him in my mouth.

my nose crinkles up in slight disgust at the thought of doing it, but i don’t want to do anything wrong. what if he’s right? what if mrs. styles really does need me to help? she’s such a sweet lady, i wouldn’t want her to tire out… especially since she just had a child…

i hesitate for a moment, but mr. styles' grip on my head tightens, and he guides me closer to him. i can feel his length pulsing in my hand, and i know that i have no choice but to comply.

i take a deep breath and slowly lean forward, my lips parting as i take the tip of his cock into my mouth.

his thick length pulses against my tongue, and i try to focus on the task at hand, trying to ignore the shame and embarrassment that washes over me.

mr. styles lets out a low groan, his grip tightening around my head as he guides me further onto him. "oh, darling," he murmurs, his voice raspy. "you're doing so well, can you suck the tip for me?"

i hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with thoughts of what i'm doing and the sins i’m committing. i try to think of mrs. styles, of how she needs me to help, but my conscience is screaming at me to stop.

hesitantly i tighten my lips around the head of his cock and suck it into my mouth. mr. styles' eyes flutter closed, his chest rising and falling with each stroke. his fingers dig deeper into my scalp, holding me in place as he begins to rock his hips gently.

"oh, yes," he groans in pleasure, his hips buck up desperately. "just like that, darling. you're perfect."

mr. styles' grip tightens around my head, his fingers digging into my scalp as he guides me further onto him. i try to pull back, to take a breath, but he holds me in place, his grip firm.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "open up that throat for me, just relax." my eyes fill up with tears, and i gag as his cock hits the back of my throat.

mr. styles' grip tightens around my head, his fingers digging deeper into my scalp as he holds me in place. i try to pull back, but he's too strong.

"relax, darling," he whispers. "you're doing so well. just a little more."

i try to nod, but my head is locked in place by his grip. suddenly, he pushes me down further, and i feel his cock hit the back of my throat again.

tears stream down my face as i gag, my body involuntarily trying to expel the intrusion. mr. styles' fingers dig deeper into my scalp, holding me firm as he begins to rock his hips in a slow rhythm.

before i can register what’s happening, mr. styles grabs the back of my head and pulls me off his cock unexpectadely.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, was that too much?” he hums and presses a kiss to my forehead. the sweet gesture was a complete change from the harsh movements he did just moments before.

i gasp for air, my chest heaving as i try to catch my breath.

“you did so well, darling,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “i’m so proud of you.”

i nod weakly, my throat still sore from the intrusion.

mr. styles smiles at me, his eyes soft and gentle. "come here,"

he picks me up and places me on his lap so i'm straddling his legs. I can feel his cock pressing against my stomach, and I try to ignore the complete embarrassment I feel. everything that just happened goes against everything my mother and father taught me.

mr. styles leans forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “are you alright?" he tilts his head and looks at me with a soft expression.

“i’m okay…” i nod weakly, unable to speak much after the sharp pain. mr. styles' eyes lock onto mine, his gaze piercing as he inspects me.

"you're doing great, darling," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "i know it's a lot to take in, but you're doing so well." his words are laced with a soothing tone, but they only make me feel more ashamed. “you’re being so helpful.”

“hm… is your poor throat all swollen? i’m sorry sweetheart.” he hums and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “you know what? i think i have something that’ll make you feel better.”

i hesitate for a moment, looking up at him with glassy eyes. maybe he didn’t mean to hurt me…

“okay…” i whisper. he leans forward, his lips brushing against my ear once more.

“i knew you would be a good girl,” he murmurs.

he reaches down and picks me up, laying me down on the sofa. i feel a rush of fear as he moves to sit between my legs. my eyes widen at the vulnerable position, and i instantly shut my legs, trying to protect myself from his prying eyes. he’s not my husband, and i shouldn’t be in this position with him.

mr. styles' eyes sparkle with amusement as he gently pries my legs open, his hands warm against my skin. i try to resist, but he's too strong, and soon my legs are splayed open, exposing me to his gaze.

"shh be good f'me. i need your help, remember sweetheart?" he hums and pushes my thighs apart completely. his eyes darken when his gaze reaches my core.

i feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me as he takes in every detail of my body. his gaze lingers on the most intimate parts of me, and i can feel my face burning with shame. i try to close my legs again, but he holds them firm, his grip gentle yet unyielding.

"no, no, darling," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "we're not done yet. we need to take care of you."

his eyes linger on the most intimate parts of me, and i can feel my face burning with shame.

"so fucking pretty," he groans at the sight of my cunt that's now completely exposed to him. "nobody's touched you here before, have they?"

i try to shake my head, but it feels like it's stuck in place. mr. styles' eyes sparkle with excitement as he takes in every detail of my body.

his rough calloused hands run down my thighs and meet at my core. mr. styles smirks and traces his thumb along my cunt.

"hm... what about you sweetheart? have you ever played with yourself before?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

i shake my head, my face burning with embarrassment. i've never even touched myself there before, let alone let someone else do it. “n-no! of course not, that’s wrong.”

mr. styles smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. “good. this is just f’me to touch, you understand?” he moves his eyes away from the spot between my legs to meet my eyes. i nod hesitantly, unsure of what i'm agreeing to, but too scared to say no.

his gaze holds mine for a moment, then drops back down to the spot between my legs. his fingers hover over my core, and i can feel my heart racing in my chest. i try to close my legs again, but he holds them firm, his grip gentle yet unyielding.

i take a deep breath and try to relax, but my body remains tense. mr. styles' eyes never leave my face as he gently pushes my jaw open with his hand. he then slides two of his fingers into my mouth, and i can taste the salty tang of his skin.

“get them nice and wet, darling,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. i hesitate for a moment before i begin to suck on his fingers, coating them in saliva.

mr. styles' eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches me, his gaze never leaving my face. i try to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to the uncomfortable position i'm in.

suddenly, he pushes his fingers back, hitting the back of my throat, and i gag. the feeling is overwhelming, and i try to pull away, but he holds his fingers firm. mr. styles smirks and pulls his fingers out.

“oh, i'm sorry sweetheart, that was mean of me,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "we’re going to have to work on that gagging of yours later, aren’t we?”

he moves his hand away from my mouth to my core. he runs his middle and ring finger teasingly along my slit, nudging my clit for a second. my eyes widen at the sensation, and i sit up. “what- what was that?”

mr. styles smirks, his eyes never leaving mine. “that, my dear, is what it feels like to be touched by a man.” he continues to tease my clit, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

i gasp, my body trembling beneath his touch. it feels weird but not bad. it doesn’t hurt like it did before. he presses tight circles against my clit. his gaze is focused on the scene before him.

his fingers dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. i try to process what's happening, but my mind is a jumbled mess. i feel exposed and vulnerable, yet somehow, i'm drawn to the sensation. my body begins to respond, my hips subtly rocking against his fingers.

"ah… there we go. you like that?" he chuckles and presses his thumb against my bundle of nerves. i gasp, my body tensing up as a wave of pleasure washes over me. my face flushes with embarrassment, and i look away from his eyes

i can feel my heart racing in my chest as he continues to touch me. his fingers move in slow, deliberate circles. i can feel myself growing wetter, and i'm both embarrassed and confused by my body's reaction.

mr. styles leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. "you're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs, his voice low. "so innocent and pure.”

he holds out his hand to my mouth again and nods his head to it. “spit.”

i hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. but mr. styles' gaze holds mine, his eyes glinting with amusement. i can feel my face burning with embarrassment as i slowly part my lips and let my saliva fall onto his palm.

he smirks, his eyes never leaving mine, as he brings his fingers back down to my core. mr. styles' fingers slide back into my slit, and he begins to tease my clit once more.

i gasp, my body trembling beneath his touch. his gaze holds mine, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watches me struggle to process the sensations coursing through my body.

"take a deep breath, darling," he says before i feel one of his thick fingers push past my tight entrance. i tense up, my body protesting the intrusion, but mr. styles' grip on my thighs remains firm. his finger slides in deeper, and i can feel my walls clenching around it.

"oh, you're so tight," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "i can barely fit a finger." his eyes never leave mine as he begins to move his finger in slow strokes.

"relax, darling," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "let me show you how good it can feel." his finger push deeper, and i can feel my core tighten beneath his touch.

mr. styles' eyes stay glued to mine as he watches my body react. my body begins responding, my hips subtly rocking against his hand. the sensation is strange, yet somehow, i find myself craving more.

"that's it, darling,” he hums and uses his free hand to rub my hip softly. “stop resisting."

i gasp as he adds a second finger, my body stretching to accommodate him. my heart races in my chest as he moves his fingers up to his knuckles.

"oh, you're so tight," he groans, his eyes never leaving mine. “i should’ve fucked a virgin a long time ago.”

his words make my face flush with embarassment as he continues to move his fingers inside me. my body responds to his touch despite my mind's protests.

mr. styles' fingers push in and out of me, his movements slow and calculated. i can feel my walls clenching around him, trying to accommodate his thick fingers.

suddenly, he stops moving his fingers, leaving them deep inside me. i feel a pang of disappointment, my body craving more of the strange sensation.

he chuckles and pulls his fingers out to hold my thighs open again. “don’t you worry, darling. i have something that’ll be a lot better.”

his eyes glint with amusement as he moves one of his hands to hold the base of his cock, moving to press the tip of it against my clit teasingly. i gasp, my hips bucking up at the sudden contact. his cock is warm and smooth, compared to the rough cold skin of his fingers.

"oh, you're so sensitive," he murmurs. "i love it." his eyes never leave mine as he continues to tease me, his cock brushing against my clit with every movement.

i try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. my body is screaming for more, but my mind is still reeling from how wrong this feels. i shouldn’t be doing this when i’m not married- let alone with a married man!

“mr. styles-” i'm cut off by him pressing the head of his length to my entrance.

"shh, no more mr. styles. when i touch you like this you be respectful and call me daddy, alright?" he says roughly and squeezes my hip.

my eyes widen in shock, and i feel my face flush with embarrassment when i hear that. i shake my head, my mind reeling from the demand.

"what?" i manage to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.

mr. styles' grip on my hip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin. "you heard me, darling," he says, his eyes sharp as he watches me. "when we're like this, you call me daddy. it's only respectful."

i feel a surge of defiance rise up within me, but it's quickly quashed by the sensation of his cock still pressed teasingly against my entrance.

mr. styles' grip on my hip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he speaks. "say, yes daddy, or else i'm going to have to tell your mother and father what a disrespectful brat you are." he says roughly.

my eyes widen in shock, and i feel my face flush with embarrassment at the threat. i try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. mr. styles' eyes narrow, his gaze piercing as he waits for my response.

"yes…daddy," i stammer, the words feeling foreign and inappropriate on my lips.

"see? good girl," he nods at my words and holds the base of his cock again, lining it up with my cunt. "deep breath for me…"

i feel my body tense up, my heart racing in my chest as i try to process what's happening. his cock is warm and smooth, but it's also thick and intimidating. i can feel my walls stretching to accommodate him, a burning sensation spreading through my core.

"relax, darling," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.

his cock inches inside of me, and i can feel my walls stretching to accommodate him. "oh fuck-"

he groans out and closes his eyes for a second as he inches inside of me. his eyes snap back open, and he gazes at me, his pupils dilated with desire.

he pauses for a moment, his cock lodged halfway inside me. i can feel my body trembling beneath him, my heart racing in my chest.

"you're so tight," he moans and presses squeezes my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me in place. "i can barely fit."

i try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. "mr. styles-" he cuts me off by giving a light slap to my thigh.

"no. what do you call me?" he demands, his eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and authority. i feel a surge of embarrassment wash over me, but i swallow it back and meet his eyes.

"daddy," i mumble, my voice barely audible.

"good girl," he murmurs. mr. styles' grip on my hips loosens slightly, and he nods in approval. he inches his cock further inside me, and i feel my walls stretching to accommodate him. the burning sensation intensifies, and i let out a gasp of pain and growing pleasure.

mr. styles' eyes never leave mine as he slowly thrusts his cock to the hilt, his hips pressing against mine.

my body trembles beneath him, my heart racing in my chest. the burning sensation intensifies, and i let out a gasp of pain and growing pleasure.

"oh shit-" he groans, his voice low and husky, "i won't last long with how fucking tight you are." he slowly drags his cock out so just the tip is inside, and for a moment, i feel a sense of relief wash over me. but without giving me much time to recover, he starts pushing in again, his cock sliding deeper into me.

the burning sensation intensifying as he buries himself inside me. mr. styles' eyes never leave mine as he starts to thrust, his hips moving in calculated strokes. i can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and i try to push back against him, but he holds me in place, his grip on my hips like a vice.

"daddy," i stammer, the word feeling foreign and wrong on my lips, but he seems to like it, his eyes flashing with desire as he hears it. he starts to move faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and i can feel my body responding, my pleasure building despite the initial pain.

“see? it can feel so good if you stop resisting," he pants out in pleasure and continues moving his cock inside me. his words are laced with a mixture of desire and authority.

“so fucking young and pretty…” he mutters under his breath. his hips continue snapping up to meet mine, our arousal and the humidity of a hot summers day leave the skin between us sticky.

mr. styles groans and closes his eyes in pleasure as he thrusts his thick cock as deep as he can. my hips slowly move against his in a desperate search for any pleasure.

despite the rough and painful start, pleasure begins filling my body and i’m left reaching for the sensations he gave me previously.

he notices my frustrated expression and smirks for a second. “oh i’m sorry darlin, can’t leave ya hanging.”

mr. styles chuckles and uses his thumb to rub tight circles on my throbbing bundle of nerves. his gaze is piercing as he watches me struggle to accommodate his length. my walls clench desperately around him, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion.

“fuck darling, you’re gonna cum, aren’t ya? you’re practically suffocating me.” he mumbles and quickens his thrusts as he approaches his own release. his grip on my hips tightens, and he slams into me with a force that takes my breath away.

his cock pulses against my walls and my body responds to his, the pleasure building until it’s too much to bear.

“daddy please-“ i whimper out and grab his shoulders for support as the unfamiliar feelings flush through my body.

“that’s it, cum for me.” he smirks and rubs my clit quicker, his thumb pressing down harder on my sensitive nub. my body shudders and convulses as the orgasm crashes over me, my walls clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust.

mr. styles groans and his thrusts become erratic, his cock pulsing inside me as he reaches his own climax. his grip on my hips tightens and he buries himself inside me, his hips snapping up to meet mine as he empties himself inside me.

for a moment, we stay like that, our bodies still connected as we catch our breath.

mr. styles finally pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. i watch as he tucks himself back into his pants, his eyes never leaving mine. he walks over to the small wooden table and grabs a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a long drag.

"get fixed before the wife gets back," he says, his voice gruff and emotionless. he walks over to the door, putting his hat back on and going back out to the ranch. “i have work to do.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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xoxo

[ybklix]

𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑

★ pairing: subneedy-slightly inexperienced!felix x horny fem!reader

✦summary: Temptation and lust take over Felix when he meets you; he is a young adult with an angel face who really is an angel, he is a naive and kind man who moves to a new neighborhood and has to change his usual church as it is part of his routine and hobby. You have an angel face with intense feelings and hidden thoughts worthy of the red bad man from hell himself, you can't wait to satiated your deepest desires with the new pretty boy you met at church. Making Felix sin, over and over again.

♡ warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, daddy kink, teasing, handjob, masturbation, oral sex, sex in the church (sorry), boobplay, multiple orgasms, fingering, faceriding, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, slight aftercare.

word count: 8.2k (i may need to learn how stfu)

MASTERLIST — TAGLIST FORMS

𓆩❤︎𓆪 warning: mention of religion and religious objects, without ofending anyone I hope.

;༊ playlist: only angel by harry styles ๋࣭ ⭑ gods & monsters by lana del rey ๋࣭ ⭑ god is a woman by ariana grande ๋࣭ ⭑ religion by lana del rey

dividers by fairytopea & anitalenia

❝𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧❞ ❦

Oh, sweet lord, you thought. You couldn't take your eyes off him, from the moment he stood in that sacred place to read the Sunday mass reading, you watched every detail like a predator guarding its prey. After so many years of accompanying your parents as a family tradition, the mass was finally getting interesting. Oh, amen, amen.

The man returned to his seat, right in the front seats so you could only see his long, dyed blond hair combed into a man bun from a distance and in detail. You were seated next to your parents in the middle of the seats, the ceremony continued, until it finally ended and… between a little yawn, you waited for the people to gradually leave, without losing sight of the blond boy; you noticed that he didn't leave either, usually your family stayed until the end since they were such a well known and respected family, your parents greeted and said goodbye to each of the people who attended the church that Sunday, from the usual people, to the new ones, so you waited for the boy to come closer, besides your father was the older brother of the priest of the church.

Finally, no one was left, just the few other families talking outside the church, and the blond boy talking to your uncle, until finally they both approached you, who were outside the church. You watched him closely from top to bottom looking at every detail of him, he was so cute, he had a beauty that caught you instantly, he was slim, delicate features, big lips and eyes, you noticed the delicate freckles spread under his eyes down his cheeks and nose, looking so innocent, he looked like a nerd, totally your type, he looked like at any moment he was going to correct you of your mistake with a 'actually', with his white diamond pattern vest, a short sleeved shirt underneath, his beige pants with a belt and his big glasses with a square shape, who the fuck in the 21st century dressed this conservative, he simple was cute.

“This is Felix, he just moved to the neighborhood, so now he comes to this church, he used to go to another church in another district, honestly I'm happy we can keep him” your uncle commented, amused and with a smile, introducing the blond boy who looked shy.

Felix, you repeated in your head, interesting name. He smiled shyly and sweetly.

“Nice to meet you, my pleasure, I'm really new to the neighborhood” he spoke, surprising everyone except your uncle, who already seemed to know him, with an incredible thick voice, not matching his angelic face.

Felix shook your parents's hands and then it was your turn, you took his soft, medium sized hand as you smiled at him, you didn't think your gaze was heavy, until you noticed Felix swallowed saliva nervously at the sight of you as he shook your hand, marking his notorious Adam's apple on his throat. You went back to watching him without missing any detail, from his few, slightly noticeable roots in his hair, to the delicious, delicate veins marked on his slender arms with soft hair. He wore a ring with crosses on his right index finger and another cross necklace. You couldn't help it, you had him in your sights, he was so cute you couldn't help but think of him in such dirty situations, maybe you were just ovulating, or you really wanted to fuck him.

Felix felt a little uncomfortable, your gaze was more than obvious and penetrating, but Felix didn't finish deciphering it, he didn't want to think that someone pretty would see him with such evil eyes.

“A pleasure Felix, we are the priest's family, this is our daughter, Y/N” your father spoke, "Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You smiled at Felix, now innocently but mischievously now that he knew your name.

“She's in college, I know she's young and baby-faced” your mother hastened to say, recognizing that Felix was a cute boy who looked close to your age.

You couldn't even turn to look at your mother moodily, your eyes were glued to Felix.

“Felix will give little catechesis to the children and Y/N, I think Felix can guide you to teach you the bible, so you can teach soon” advised your uncle and priest.

You blinked suddenly, perplexed that fate was in your favor.

“Of course, uncle, I'd love to” you replied, more than happy, without wiping off your smile and looking straight at Felix.

Felix wanted to sweat… he recognized that he liked you instantly, wearing your pretty floral sundress, exquisitely marking your silhouette and breasts, your very feminine appearance, your light make-up, hairstyle hair and sweet scent, you drove him crazy and… he rarely had female contact.

“Oh, of course she'll be there” added your mother, also happy that you could meet a nice and cute church boy.

“Oh, our dear Felix is a very good Samaritan, he just came back from volunteering, but his life duties called him” your uncle commented.

Cute, handsome and truly a good person, he just lacked some damn wings and halo for him to start flying, you thought.

“Oh, Felix, what are you doing on Friday? Let us welcome you to the neighborhood” spoke your father.

“I'd love to” Felix replied cheerfully.

“Friday at our place, we'll cook something delicious for you, I'll send you the address and Y/N… you'll see him on...” commented your father.

“Wednesday and Thursday” Felix quickly replied, which surprised you, “In the afternoon if you can, because of the university and thank you for the invitation, sir.”

“I'll be there” you replied to Felix, smiling at him, with such a dark look that only he could decipher.

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Wednesday. Your horniness calmed down a little bit from monday to wednesday, you thought that maybe you were over exaggerating with Felix, that he really was a nice and cute guy, and that you should stop with the sudden dirty thoughts that crossed your mind. You walked into the small room, compared to the rest of the place, of the church where Felix would give you lessons on how to interpret bible verses and readings to train you to give lessons to the kids too, honestly, every year since you turned eighteen, your parents and uncle would insist you to support them with those little lessons to the kids so they can do their communion and confirmation but… you always ignored them and, it was until with Felix you were completely hooked and engaged.

You walked in quietly, apparently there was no one in the church and you didn't want to make noise and, you died of tenderness to find Felix on his knees, praying. He really was a bible eater, you thought, you didn't understand why you were suddenly so turned on by the fact that he was such a nice, good boy. You saw him in silence, apparently he didn't notice your presence, he was still concentrating, holding a rosary in his hands. Five minutes later, he finished, he crossed himself and opened his eyes and stood up, he saw you standing at a distance looking at him, which surprised him a little.

You smiled at his reaction, he was really concentrating on praying.

“Hi” you said to him, setting your bag down on one of the tables in the place, moving dangerously close to him.

Felix rubbed his hands, instantly sweating, on the denim of his jeans, nervous. The truth was… Felix liked you so much that he didn't know how to react, it was silly, but he was a bit naive to believe in love at first sight, he was convinced that what he felt with you at first sight was an inexplicable connection and the poor guy couldn't control his emotions and his little body excited at the mere sight of you. His heart was pounding and he was blushing slightly. Felix hadn't flirted with a woman in years, he was 24 years old and only dedicated himself to his job as a programmer and in his free time he adored with an incredible passion the church, but he got a wonderful job so he opted for a neighborhood closer to the place, so… girls and relationships was something that without realizing it, he started to displace from his life, until you arrived.

“Hello” nervously replied Felix in a low tone.

My god, you loved his voice. You adored him, you wanted to do all the cheesiness in the world in public and the dirtiest obscenity in private. Again, you were horny.

“I see you went ahead, you prayed without me” you told him slowly, trying to have a conversation.

You were definitely going to seduce him today. You just wanted to see his reaction and make sure if he also wants to play along and take it somewhere else.

“You w-want to pray?” he replied nervously.

You lifted your shoulders, with an impish grin, “Mmhum, why not” you got down on your knees in front of him without breaking eye contact.

You held onto his leg a little and were left in such a compromising position, right in front of his cock. Felix cleared his throat and took a step back instantly, so surprised by your action, you innocently closed your eyes, as if you had done nothing, raised your chin proudly and clasped your hands together.

Felix wasn't an idiot, but he chose to believe you did it without thinking, he believed so much in the goodness of people, it wouldn't fit in his head that someone so pretty, educated and family oriented suddenly behaved strangely, with double meaning. You pretended to pray, you were not concentrating, you asked god for forgiveness for just thinking of all the shapes and colors Felix's penis could be, while you were supposed to be praying. You stayed like that for a few minutes, not getting tired, you were young and your knees were strong. Felix saw you, with such a straight posture as you prayed, you wore a short white clingy skirt, so short he could almost see little fabric of your pink panties, Felix's heart pounded again… he hadn't analyzed you, you wore a tight top, marking your breasts and showing your navel… he watched you dumbfounded, as if he had never seen a woman before.

You felt his gaze, who would have thought that with his soft looks, he also had a penetrating gaze, you half opened one eye, managing to see blurred that he was licking his lips. You finished, stood up nimbly, almost forgetting to cross yourself from your fake prayer, wiped your bare knees and watched him cheerfully, almost waiting for a command from him.

“Aham” cleared his throat once more Felix, trying to avert his gaze from you, “You have… background knowledge of how to read the bible?”

You nodded, bored, it really wasn't the kind of relationship or lessons you wanted from him. You sat down on the bench, patting your side and inviting him to sit down. Felix picked up his heavy book and sat down next to you, nervous about your closeness. He saw your bare thighs, your skirt getting shorter… after all, Felix was a man entitled to feel, and his body was reacting on its own, he quickly placed the heavy bible on his lap, trying to hide his growing erection he felt so painful, he felt guilty and surprised, he knew he liked you… but seeing you suddenly show a little more skin, turned him on too much.

You noticed Felix, flushed, nervous and with his ears red.

“H-honestly I didn't prepare a class itself, I don't know what priest Kim was referring to, if you occupy any guidance let me know” he spoke, without looking you in the eyes, looking down at the floor.

You sought his gaze, but he was unwilling to look at you, you laughed in disbelief.

“I don't know what he meant either, I only said yes to spend time with you” you said, suddenly, exciting him more with your voice.

You slowly noticed the tension in the room, you were surprised how fast it was going to work with Felix, all you have done is dress in short clothes, you hadn't even made a proper innuendo to him and he looked like he was already struggling with himself, you thought it was amazing, when you really make a move on him he would explode, you thought, you had barely been there a little over 10 minutes and his pretty freckles were tinged with red under his cheeks.

Felix felt pity, shame, and so much guilt, but he could not control himself, his erection was growing more and more and his body was excited, he was not thinking clearly, suddenly lust was filling his body… he thought, what kind of magnetism you must have to put him like this and if, it really was a divine test not to fall into temptation, you were a very tempting and beautiful demon, that Felix would be willing to give himself completely if you continued.

He was so needy, he wasn't a virgin, he lost his virginity when he was eighteen with his first girlfriend, then he had another one at twenty… but the sex was so smooth, so simple and vanilla, but you, oh Felix thought how incredible you must be sexually. Everything about you said so, said you would know how to please him, your confidence, the sway of your hips and your subtle tone and suggestive looks. Felix was losing his mind.

“I want to know more about you” you opened your eyes excitedly, telling him, to which he finally looked into your eyes.

“What do you wanna know?” he asked, in agony, wishing his pain would end soon, his throbbing cock drowning in his tight jeans.

You went back to admiring Felix, he was again wearing his glasses and now had a half ponytail, leaving some of his long hair loose.

“I don't know… what do you do for a living, how old are you…?”

Felix wanted to let out a sigh, but didn't want to look too obvious.

“I'm a computer programmer” you looked at him attentively, waiting for a more concrete answer, “I repair them and install important programs to companies” he added, in a strangely deeper voice than usual.

You looked at him with admiration, he really was a little nerd trapped in an attractive body and face, you would not be surprised if he was a virgin…. or… you bit your lip at the thought that maybe behind his innocent appearance could be an insatiable monster. You also thought about how nimble he would be with his hands.

Felix was normal, a gen Z boy with a job, he grew up in a family environment where his parents always let him express himself widely with who he is and explore his persona, that's why he feels free to dye his hair but he chose the church as a hobby, he adored it with passion, he was religious and wasn't afraid to admit it… however just now he felt like the most vile and sinful being on the planet, he felt dirty, promiscuous and lustful, falling into temptation.

“And you…?” added Felix, standing up suddenly, turning his back to you, to move away. He could no longer stay close to you without his member aching.

Felix regretted it though, now he didn't know how to hide his erection, you instantly followed him, stood up and moved closer to him.

“I don't want to talk about me, I just want you to talk about you” you replied, seductively as you frowned.

You found his attitude strange, almost sweating, he turned his body, for the way his hands clung to the big book, glued to him, curious, you moved his arms, trying to push the book away, but his grip was strong, you looked him in the eyes quickly, in sign of what he was hiding, Felix felt trapped and with embarrassment, he let you take the bible from him, leaving it on the table next to him and surprising you by noticing that your new church instructor was aroused, reflecting with a bulge in his pants, hard.

You bit your lip, so surprised that you literally didn't lift a finger.

“Oh wow, you're seriously excited about preaching the word of the lord” you teased, watching as he increasingly pulled back and held from the desk, pinning his body to the wall, his pronounced Adam's apple quivering nervously, “You're seriously excited” you whispered, bringing your hand to his erection, stroking it.

“P-please don't” he requested, in a halting, excited sigh, “There's people outside. Stop.”

“Actually we're alone, it's the priest's nap time and the night watchman doesn't arrive until eight, the janitor doesn't work on Wednesdays” you told him again teasingly, with a smug smile.

Felix gasped, as he felt your hand squeeze his bulge, you moved up to his chin, watching in detail his thick lips half open.

“Stop” he whimpered.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me to really stop and I will” you commanded, searching his gaze but he never dared to look at you.

Your smile widened, as did the swelling of Felix's cock, he felt so needy and you were incredibly attractive as to be true, it was obvious that deep down, you awakened his sexual appetite that he thought he had put on pause, or at least know how to control.

“Do you like it when I touch you?” you said again teasingly, but excitedly, your panties were starting to get soaked and sticky, you would do anything to feel his heart shaped lips brush against your pussy just now while pulling on his long soft hair.

Felix didn't respond, he just let out a held back moan, all his muscles were tense, all of him was tense, he needed to relax, and you noticed it.

“Why are you like this, Felix? I just want to make you feel good” you told him almost in pleading, with a slight pout and with sparkling eyes, Felix saw your eyes again, finding your pretty and angelic look so demanding and hot, “You can de-stress with me, come on” you smiled mischievously.

And the next thing you did was to remove your top and bra in one swift movement, leaving your young, round breasts in full view and at Felix's mercy. Felix looked at you in fright, and then at your garments which you set aside on the desk.

“No, no, no, no, put that back on” he said nervously in a low voice, reaching for your clothes with his hands.

You quickly caught his hand, then the other, leading them both to touch your breasts, Felix didn't remove himself, he was carried away by the sensation of your hard nipple brushing his palm, he bit his lips, incredibly aroused, able to cum just by touching your tits.

“Just touch me and de-stress a little, aren't they soft?” you gasped.

Very soft, Felix thought, grabbing them with more confidence and squeezing them, massaging them delicately enjoying every second, he had never felt boobs like that, he never thought they would turn him on so much either… his former sexual relations consisted of sizzling kisses, him caressing his penis and then entering his ex-girlfriend's vagina, Felix did not know the slow, wicked and delicious art of foreplay. You gasped as you felt him enjoy your tits and took your hands off him, down to his pants.

“May I?” you asked innocently playing with the button of his pants.

“Yes, please” Felix gasped, needy.

At this point temptation got the best of him, he hadn't even fucked you yet and he was already empathizing with Adam and Eve for tasting the forbidden fruit, it just felt so fucking good, his body was shaking, his cock was pumping and the adrenaline had him on edge.

You smiled, so prettily that Felix wanted to melt, you looked so pretty with your cheeks flushed, your lipgloss and eyelashes curled and a look so dark and evil. Felix thought you were definitely an angel, one cast out of heaven for misbehaving, banished to earth, ready to torture men.

You bit your lip and quickly pulled down his pants, seeing his hard cock between his boxers, you sighed in surprise, so what you had expected… you stroked him over the fabric, taking in from his balls to his entire length trapped in his boxers and, with such a hungry look, you pulled down his underwear, freeing his stiff cock, as cute and needy as he was. You sighed, it was better than you could have imagined, it wasn't small, let alone monstrously huge, it was perfect for filling your pussy to the bottom and moving it without pain. Its pink, sensitive tip was already covered in its glistening precum and the rest of its length was a more slightly tan color, covered in veins. You needed it inside you, now. You took him between your hands, his cock throbbed just like your wet pussy, you would love to get down on your knees and suck him off, but you knew Felix would get so carried away he would lose awareness of his surroundings and you needed to be alert, after all you were in a church where you were supposed to study the bible, anyone could walk in.

And you watched Felix so needy with his red sex and hands squeezing your breast, just this time, you would make him cum in your hand, just because he was a pretty boy and you wanted his nice shiny cum in you, making a mess.

You couldn't help but let out a slight teasing giggle, honestly it wasn't the kind of thing you did, you rarely had sex with college guys because you were very selective with who you let yourself go and satisfy yourself sexually, it wasn't like you went around wanting to suck the cock of any cute guy you could find like you did with Felix either, there was something about him that held you captive.

Felix felt your giggle in every part of his being, the vein in his neck began to exalt and his grip on your breasts became tighter as he felt your hand gently play with his foreskin and then run it up and down his length. Felix moaned, his voice thick, so loud it terrified him that anyone could have heard him.

Your gaze focused on his cock and then you looked into his eyes as you found your pace, pulling on it, stroking it up and down, giving attention to his testicles, teasing his glans with his slippery precum, moving it at your mercy as if it were a toy and a rigid joystick as you watched him with a haughty grin. Felix was struggling with all his might, thinking of nothing but the incredible sexual pleasure you were giving him, gasping in a deep voice "Oh, god" and you felt him so close, his body twitching and his sex throbbing and agonizing for release.

“Cum for me, daddy, please, fill my hand with your cum” you whispered to him, not resisting any longer and moved in to kiss him.

You wondered why you didn't kiss him before, so desperate were you both that you forgot to feel his sweet lips before the dirty act. His lips trembled and let out a sigh, suddenly Felix had cum in your hand, spilling all his glory all over you, you felt his thick warm liquid, you would have loved to see his needy tip expelling his semen, but you were so focused on his lips, you smiled and kissed him again, his lips as soft and sweet as cotton candy, he followed your kiss, embarrassed to have his cock exposed, still he enjoyed your nice romantic kiss, almost making him fall in love with you.

He felt so sorry and guilty, but there was no doubt you would know how to treat him so well. You were still still horny and wet, but you were not crazy enough to ride his cock in a church room, you could wait for him, if it's for Felix you would be so patient with your good boy.

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The next day came, you were so excited about your second encounter with Felix, you wanted to feel his throbbing sex in you again, you wanted to see his every reaction, so needy for your touch with his delightful gasps in the background. However your plans came crashing down when your uncle called, saying Felix couldn't attend which disappointed and upset you, you understood that poor Felix must have been embarrassed, his whole pretty head must have been over thinking all night, but he didn't have to, you want him and you are willing for him to get to fucking heaven if he wants to touch you and you were going to make it clear to him if you should continue… or if he really wants you to stop.

Felix knew he could have sex, like any normal person, but really after not having sex for a while he thought he would be saving himself more eagerly for the woman he would take to the altar of the church; but what hurt him most was that he did such a grotesque act in the presence of god, in his house, he was so tormented that he did not know how to remedy himself, neither praying 100 rosaries, nor going to confession would make the guilt leave his sinful little body.

On Friday he couldn't escape his already agreed welcome to the neighborhood, so he had to see you no matter how much he avoided you. That Friday Felix gave his first catechism class to the kids and went home to shower and get ready, where, in his shower he thought of you all the time, he thought of you in his vulnerable moments, he thought of you the night you touched him, and he touched himself and now he was masturbating to your image in his shower, pulling on his needy cock as if he were a horny teenager, he couldn't help it, he was suddenly full of you.

Felix rang your doorbell nervously, fixing his long hair and clothes almost shaking and letting out a sigh, you ran to your door; as soon as you left the university you rushed to get ready to see Felix again. You opened the door and found him, once again with his half ponytail, big glasses and wearing all white, white jeans, white shirt, and a thin jacket as an accessory.

“Welcome” you said to him with a big smile, letting him pass.

Your whole family greeted Felix, your mother's sister, your aunt, your parents, and your uncle, priest of the local neighborhood church. Your mother suggested Felix to wait a bit in the living room while she served dinner, you followed Felix, sitting next to him, this time you were dressed more modest, still wearing a short skirt, but not enough to show your butt. You wanted to whisper so many things to Felix, but your father was there, asking the poor boy if he was interested in football. Dinner was ready, which saved Felix from your father's conversation and your closeness, everyone washed their hands and, he took a seat as sweetly your mother instructed him and you, who saw your little sixteen year old cousin with every intention of sitting next to the pretty boy in the only available seat next to him, pushed her, to which your aunt sweetly said “Oh, Sally, come sit here.” Your parents were at the ends of the table, your uncle the priest, your mother's sister, and your cousin, sitting across from you at the sides of the table, you and Felix alone. Felix wanted to let out a half-hearted sigh at having you near, but tried to forget all thoughts and focus on a nice healthy dinner.

“Let's pray for food,” your mother said.

Everyone put their hands together and closed their eyes, you did it last managing to see how everyone at the table did, you prayed, oh god forgive me for what I will do, but I can't stop.

You waited for Felix to stop praying, you didn't want to be so mean and interrupt him in his sacred moment of prayer and, when you saw him tenderly open his big round brown eyes, you dropped your hand on his thigh caressing it. Felix opened his eyes, surprised, but he didn't want to show a stronger reaction since he was in the presence of more people, but that never stopped you.

He slyly lowered his hand, stopping yours, again not allowing you to take him into forbidden territory, but he had to pretend to eat, so he took both cutlery while your hand started stroking his member and, like magic, Felix slowly got hard in such a short time, Felix over bit the fork, almost sighing, which caused the attention of the others at the table.

“The food is delicious” he excused himself embarrassed with his red face and a smile.

You were teasing him so much, you squeezed his marked penis in his pants, it was so much fun to feel it, you wanted to sit on it, rub yourself on it, run your face in it, you wondered desperately when it would finally happen. You decided that you tortured poor Felix when you saw him so needy, struggling with not panting, with a smile you pulled your hand away and just kept watching him out of the corner of your eye. But the excitement wouldn't stop or leave Felix's body, he didn't know what to do, everyone was finishing dinner, ready to move from the table, but once he stood up, a visible erection in his pants would be present, leaving him looking like a pervert.

You checked your Felix again, still hard, you looked at him with tenderness and compassion, thinking that the poor guy must and must have suffered a lot.

“Felix and I will clear the table” you went ahead to say.

“But what are you talking about, he is a guest, let your cousin help you” your mother replied, getting up from the table.

“Mary, leave Y/N alone with the boy…” your aunt whispered half-jokingly to your mother, “Don't worry dear, we'll be in the living room, I'll play the piano for a while.”

Felix felt the slightest bit of relief to see the people leave, so he could go towards the bathroom embarrassed trying to calm down…. but he saw you, so attractive and with an arrogant smile, which infuriated him a little, it infuriated him that you can play with him whenever you feel like it.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Felix claimed to you, annoyed, which surprised you quite a bit.

You both stood up from the table and proudly saw his outstanding erection caused only by your minimal frictions.

“We can sneak out to so I can help you with that, daddy” you whispered to him, approaching him ready to stroke him again but he stopped your wrist tightly.

“Don't even think about it and don't call me daddy. Where is the bathroom?” he said again annoyed and domineering, confusing you.

You pointed him where to go and, you didn't know if you were more turned on by his unexpectedly domineering attitude… or if you really pissed him off and had ruined your chances.

Felix ran to the bathroom and cursed internally, every inch of his cock ached, and he cursed you too for being a pretty promiscuous girl driving him crazy, he thought there was no other choice but to make himself cum, so he pulled down his pants and underwear and started to jerk off holding back his every gasp, Felix took his thick swollen cock in his medium sized hands, so sensitive it almost made him shudder, thinking it could be your hands pleasuring him and began to stroke himself frantically bringing him to orgasm, biting his lip hard and throwing his head back in pure pleasure, almost crying. His sixth masturbation since he met you, one after your first encounter, three on Thursday, one before he came to see you and…. one just now in your mothers guest bathroom. Felix dropped all his semen into the toilet and flushed the handle hard followed by washing his hands frantically and maniacally as if he was trying to clean up blood from a atrocious crime he had just committed.

You disappointed, on the other hand, went to listen to your aunt play, until you felt Felix's fresh fragrance and presence next to you, he had decided that he didn't want it to stay that way and that, after all, he was still a normal 24 year old male, in every right to explore his sexuality and, you were cute, close to his age, he liked you, you wanted him, why not give it a try.

“Why don't you… come to my place tomorrow to discuss something…” whispered Felix in your ear slyly in his deep voice.

You smiled broadly, you couldn't wait.

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Saturday, glorious Saturday before your Sunday family reunion at church, Felix finally took the initiative and invited you to be alone. Now it was you, who knocked on the door of his apartment nervously, but he was already waiting for you as he had to let you into the building first. He opened the door with a wide smile, so tender that you wanted to pinch his cheeks, but you only returned the gesture, for some reason, now you felt a little shy, after being the one who had taken all the important steps… You greeted each other shyly and you held out your shopping bag, indicating that you had brought him something.

“Come in, sorry about the mess, I'm still tidying up” he said, after you had seen apartment more neat and tidy apartment ever.

“I brought wine… I guess I didn't give you the proper welcome to the neighborhood” you told him seductively with a smile and dared to give him a quick kiss, which made him blush in seconds.

“I… cooked, well more like baked dessert and ordered dinner” he replied nervously, causing you tenderness.

You smiled at him and you both sat down to eat, bringing up any topic of conversation only to hear his voice and closely analyze the peculiar way his mouth moved every time he spoke, how his eyes looked up when he thought about something and his hands were in constant motion as he chatted about something.

You both relaxed afterwards, with nothing more to say, so you looked around his entire apartment and something of what looked like a keyboard in pieces caught your attention, you approached it, it was on the little table in front of his main couch in his living room.

“You were doing this? What is it?” you asked him with interest.

Felix followed you and stood there with his hands slightly shoved in his pants pockets.

“Oh, it's nothing, just a keyboard, I was just assembling it for fun.”

You looked at him, so tenderhearted, you literally didn't understand anything he said but you really liked him “You're so cute” you blurted out naturally, “Come here” you told him.

Felix sat next to you, obeying you and a little nervous, you approached his face with a smile and he watched you, suddenly you touched his lips, joining you both in an intimate act, you both enjoyed the angelic touch of your lips, but you couldn't help turning it into something more daring, opening your mouth and letting Felix explore inside you, but you noticed him so shy and insecure, you slowly let your body fall over him, you leaned down while your hand nimbly caressed his cock again, he grabbed you by the waist, taking you both into a sizzling and hot make out session.

But you couldn't wait, you were finally alone and it was more than obvious that Felix wanted to take things to another level, so you parted from him, agitated and unashamed, you undressed completely, exalting Felix, totally lost in your naked silhouette, and feeling bad for not having time to appreciate you in underwear, maybe next time; you approached him playfully, taking his shirt, without saying any words and also inviting him to undress. Felix was more than excited, he felt like a first timer exploring sex, as horny as a young man discovering his first porn, you were for him an erotic divinity, exploring every part of him he never thought existed, like the incredible lust and desire for intense sex.

Felix took off his shirt, revealing his thin complexion but marked abdomen, you bit your lip and without thinking twice you got on your knees in front of him, this time looking him in the eyes while you tried to pull down his pants, you caressed his marked abdomen and lowered your hand to unbutton his pants, he helped you to pull it down and playfully you slid all his jeans down his legs, taking them off. Felix gasped as he felt your warm breath near his cock, once again you saw him so yielding, his ears red and his cheeks flushed, you smiled and kissed his stiff cock on the fabric just to tease him some more.

For some strange reason, you loved to hear him so needy, like that time in church when he practically begged you to jerk him off, always so cute and kind not forgetting to say please.

You took his cock, still stimulating it on the cloth, looked him in the eyes and asked, “Do you want me to suck you off, Lix? Do you want to feel my mouth on your cock?”

Felix looked at you perplexed but excited to hear you talk so dirty, but gasped as he felt your tight hand on his member, he felt like he was going to cum at any moment. He nodded encouragingly and desperately.

“Yes-yes please, do it” he requested, pleading with his big eyes and contrasting with his raspy voice.

You smiled brightly and deftly pulled down his boxer shorts, freeing his hard swollen cock, sensitive to have its tip dripping with his precum, so throbbing and ready for use. You took him in, stroking his entire length, stuck out your tongue and your first taste of him was his thick glans, so soft and slippery on your restless tongue, you sucked on his tip, teasing him and causing a little 'pop' sound as you pulled him away from your mouth. Needless to say Felix was in heaven itself, he had never felt this desperate and excited in his life, you were giving him an unforgettable night.

You kissed his length and ran your tongue all around to lubricate it and taste every part of him as you massaged his balls. Even his genitals were as soft as he was, masculine looking, but tender. Felix kept whimpering in a high-pitched whine, unable to control the incredible sexual release that every little thing you did gave him. And finally, you introduced his member in your mouth, making him experience his first blowjob, Felix could not believe it, but it was true, his pasts girlfriends never bothered to satisfy him in such a way… he was always leaning towards the serious and reserved girls and at the end of the day they were, for poor Felix, complete dull in bed, but not for you, you who would love to try everything with Felix. He took his bending index finger into his mouth, biting it hard as he enjoyed the sensation of your cavity embracing his cock while you made eye contact with him, slowly he let himself go, and a little insecurely, took your hair gently, seeing how grotesque and dirty his wet member wrapped in your saliva looked sliding into your mouth, and your hand playing with his testicles, but he still loved it and wondered why he had never experienced it before, why he never felt eager for sex before when it was the most incredible thing in the world, at least for him, right now, and with you.

Felix couldn't take that much, you were stimulating him so well that, with his body trembling and hot gasps, he cummed in your mouth. Leaving you more than happy to finally taste him, he still hadn't finished cumming completely, his trembling, agonizing tip releasing his semen, when you pulled him out of your mouth, just for the pure pleasure of his cum on your lips and face, staining your face a bit with little white drops. You looked him in the eyes, and wiped his cum from your face to then suck your finger, making him hard in moments again, his erection being slightly more painful this time.

You wanted to be touched too, your pussy was throbbing hard and you were so wet and messed up that you wouldn't be surprised if you suddenly started squirting, so you sat on Felix's lap, so unexpectedly, positioning yourself sideways and not pressing so hard on his cock. Felix saw your naked body with closeness, he couldn't believe how amazing you were making him feel right now. You spread your legs, showing him your soaking wet vulva.

“I-I'm so wet, touch me” you whimpered, taking his hand and placing it on your pussy.

Felix bit his lip hard and understood instantly, gently caressing your labia with his fingers and nimbly finding your clit.

“Mmm, just like that, you're doing so good, it feels good” you gasped.

“W-what was that little name you were calling me before?” whispered Felix in your ear, his thick voice making you twitch.

You smiled broadly, unable to believe what he would be referring to and for him to suddenly show a dirty side as well.

“Daddy” you sighed, you would love to call him that, for some reason you found it exciting, he was a little older to you, he was a man with his own apartment and a steady job, he was more mature than you who were still a college student, his pretty innocent face was something easy to fool you with, but he was still your soft and gentle daddy, caressing your pussy with such care.

Felix felt so good, his cock throbbed as he heard you encouraging him, your hand reached for his cock as you enjoyed his fingers gently caressing you.

“Mm, Daddy, fuck me with your fingers, look at my so wet cunt” you whimpered, trying to separate your entrance with one hand so he could see it.

More precum came out of his tip, his cock and your hand was already sticky from your previous activity, and he wondered how many times he had to cum today, how many more times he had to make a mess, Felix thought at this point he could be an easy sperm donor with the generous amount you make him spill, he was being pleasured like never before, he didn't regret for a second not getting carried away with your game, otherwise you wouldn't be like this with him now, on his lap while you masturbate him and him playing with your soft pussy.

Felix let out a ragged sigh and with his fingers he sought your entrance, gasping as he felt the softness and tightness of his fingers slide inside you.

“Ahhh fuck, daddy, yes, fuck my pussy please” you whimpered.

You shivered as you felt him, his thick fingers slipping in and out of you, while his other hand caressed your breast, leaving you so hungry and eager to have your whole pussy filled and busy. You kissed Felix, who was concentrating on giving you pleasure, as if it were a video game console and he had to press the right button to make you shudder, and he was succeeding. By this time you had already realized that he was a bit inexperienced, his movements were a bit clumsy, he was so needy that you felt his cock throbbing hard in your hand, cumming for the second time.

And you, you were so full of active sexual energy and wanted to fulfill your every fantasy with Felix and needed constant stimulation and pleasure, you bit your lip, you stirred a little to reach up to whisper in his ear, “Let me sit on your pretty face, daddy, please.”

Felix looked at you surprised while you looked at him expectantly, he knew what was coming, even in his lonely college nights he used to watch porn, thinking that horny girls willing to experience all positions and last long minutes in sex just stayed there… but apparently you came out of his reality, you were a dream, the only difference was that he wasn't strong enough to last long minutes without cumming, he did it so often he lost count, he just enjoyed what you subtly ordered him to do.

“Get comfortable daddy so I can sit on your face” you said again more lusciously.

Felix pulled his fingers away from you and watched you stand up as you gently pushed him off his shoulders.

“Relax your body for me, daddy, lay down a little.”

He followed your orders, putting his back and head on the lumpy cushion of his couch, and you expertly squatted down to direct your whole pussy into his mouth, Felix watched a few seconds of your swollen pussy until he felt it in his mouth, you both gasped, his cock twitched, and the next thing he knew is that he must please you. Oh his sweet angel, tasting so good. He stayed with his eyes open, he held his hands on your thighs and saw your naked body above him.

Felix licked, kissed, sucked hard every length of your folds, stimulating your clit with his tongue while all your wetness was rubbing in around the area of his mouth and on his chin. You gasped loudly, it felt so good. His upturned nose gently rubbing your mons venus with your pussy smeared in his mouth.

“Yesss, daddy, you're doing so well, you're such a good daddy, fuck” you whimpered, his soft moans into your pussy as he licked it sent exquisite vibrations, driving you over the edge, “P-put your tongue inside my daddy, please” you begged.

Felix once again sought your entrance, thrusting his tongue in, playing with your dilated, dripping hole, bringing you almost to orgasm.

“Fuck, daddy I'm gonna cum” you whimpered in a high pitched tone, and you cum shuddered in his mouth.

Felix, like a good little boy, sucked hard on every bit of your fluid, gulping it down with delight as he felt another orgasm, his abdomen contracted and his cock twitched on its own, so painful and pleasurable, he climaxed all over his marked abs.

You shuddering, got off his face and appreciated the mess of his pretty, swollen lips stained with you.

“I'm gonna fuck you now, daddy” you said again animated and happy, still not letting Felix catch his breath. You positioned yourself on top of him, rubbing your folds on his cock and realized he cum once again, you smiled smugly, “Fuck, daddy, did you cum again? Did you liked my pussy that much, huh?” you said innocently, biting your lip as you held onto his abs, starting to rub yourself on his cock.

Felix loved the softness with which you spoke vulgarities, so he, aroused, dared to say in something that came out of him in a more low tone:

“Fuck, yes, princess, I loved your pussy.”

You were so surprised, his voice almost vibrating your body that you couldn't hold back any longer. You took his cock and directed it to your entrance, letting yourself fall all the way down his length, making you both gasp.

“Mm daddy your cock fits perfectly on me. Do you like my cunt in your cock daddy?”

“Y-yes” Felix whimpered needily as he felt you rubbing all over your wet pussy on him, stimulating his balls.

“Is it tight?”

“Oh fuck yeah, very tight, angel.”

“I'm gonna fuck you daddy, gonna make you fill up my pussy.”

And you began to move, sliding all over his cock, feeling how it was built right for you, yet it felt so tight to your pussy, it drove you crazy. Felix hadn't fucked in years, he never made a big deal about it but now, he was in heaven itself, he could die in your arms and he wouldn't matter, he would leave very well satisfied.

“Oh, fuck, yesss, it feels so good” he groaned.

He held you by the waist, panting deeply between each thrust and movement you brought to his cock, it felt so good, the way your insides embraced his cock, echoing through his apartment with the brutal sounds of your wet pussy colliding with his member. Felix was so close again, the vein in his neck showing, feeling so guilty about cumming inside you, but the feel of your internal organ buried in his cock made him see stars, maybe now he's obsessed with you and the feel of your pussy in him.

You noticed him so close, his hands shaking now squeezed your breasts and you sped up your movements.

“Cum for me daddy, please” you asked him, while at the same time you felt so close too.

Felix squeezed your breasts hard, shouted an “Oh, god” in a rough voice and cum intensely in you, ten times more intense than all the previous times.

You bit your lip, still moving in him waiting for your orgasm until it took your whole body, combining with Felix's cum sliding down his length and into your entrance. You pulled out of him, and gasped at the grotesque act of your hole expelling both fluids.

Breathless and a mess, you let yourself fall back on Felix's heaving slender chest. He wiped his mouth a little, took your face in his hands and began to give you little kisses around your face making you laugh, Felix may have fallen in love with you a little.

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cherry wine.

Após quase cinco anos de divórcio, Louis e Harry seguiram caminhos totalmente diferentes, porém as suas filhas eram o seu único meio de assuntos.

Harry se envolveu em uma série de relacionamentos fracassados, enquanto Louis vivia de forma quieta e reservada.

Tudo muda quando em uma noite, Harry decide enviar mensagens provocativas para Louis, convidando ele para tomar vinho em sua casa.

hbottom - ltops - h cis girl - exs - dirty talk - ice play - temperature play - spit kink - breeding kink - nipple play - pain kink - overstimulation - oral sex - vaginal sex - aftercare - spanking & smut with plot

Louis estava em casa, sozinho, como de costume nas últimas semanas. Suas filhas, Sophie e Lila Tomlinson-Styles, já adolescentes — Sophie com 17 anos e Lila com 14, apenas três anos de diferença entre elas — estavam na casa da irmã de Louis, aproveitando as férias escolares fora do país, mais especificamente em Paris.

A casa estava silenciosa, como Louis gostava, exceto pelo leve som da TV ao fundo. Ele sempre preferiu o silêncio em meio a qualquer outro barulho, fosse ele qual fosse. Louis era o típico homem clássico que atraía olhares, com sua postura reservada e charme discreto, o que o tornava ainda mais intrigante tanto para homens quanto para mulheres.

Ele pegou o celular para checar algumas mensagens de trabalho, mas o nome de Harry, sua ex-mulher, apareceu na tela.

Já fazia tempo que não trocavam mensagens que não estivessem relacionadas às filhas. Ele hesitou por um momento, mas a curiosidade o venceu. Abriu a notificação.

— Me lembrou você...

A foto que veio em seguida fez o coração de Louis parar por um segundo, e ele sentiu uma reação imediata em seu corpo.

Harry estava com uma taça de vinho na mão, parada em frente a uma parede branca de sua sala de estar. O vestido de seda preta que usava era provocante, com uma fenda alta revelando suas coxas de forma explícita. Seus seios, cheios e realçados pelo decote adornado com rendas, atraíam o olhar. O vinho parecia um detalhe insignificante diante da pose e do olhar que ela lançava para a câmera. Era uma foto cheia de intenção, que o deixou sem fôlego.

— Sério que está me provocando assim? — Ele respondeu rapidamente, enviando a mensagem em seguida.

Elavisualizou quase instantaneamente e respondeu: — Provocando? Eu só queria companhia. Sabe como é... o vinho fica melhor com alguém.

Louis sabia exatamente onde aquilo estava indo, e cada parte dele lutava entre ceder ou manter algum controle.

Mas o jeito como ela sempre soube mexer com ele, como Harry sempre o teria em suas mãos, estava claro em cada palavra, em cada imagem e frase que aparecia na tela.

— Não parece o tipo de vinho que eu costumo beber... Tem algo diferente aí.

— Talvez seja a taça. Ou o fato de você ainda lembrar o quanto gostava de vir aqui... pra mais do que apenas vinho.

Aquela frase o fez se remexer no sofá. As memórias começaram a voltar em ondas – noites parecidas com aquela, onde o vinho sempre era a desculpa para algo muito mais intenso.

Era sempre assim nos primeiros anos de separação. Apesar de terem se casado jovens, a separação foi inesperada e um choque. Não se sabe bem qual foi o motivo. Porém a carência e a necessidade gritavam mais alto.

Eles se encontravam quase sempre, ora no apartamento de Louis, ora no de Harry. O vinho era a desculpa perfeita, mesmo que Louis não gostasse muito. Porém, bastava uma única taça, nem cheia, sequer pela metade, para que o desejo e a provocação de Harry abalassem todas as defesas de Louis.

Isso só acabou quando Harry começou um novo relacionamento. Obviamente, mais um fracasso, que terminou apenas dois meses depois do anúncio.

E agora, ela o provocava de novo, jogando ele para dentro daquele jogo perigoso de tensão que só eles dois sabiam criar.

Ele hesita por um segundo, mas logo começa a digitar.

— Então você está me chamando pra tomar vinho ou pra outra coisa?

Harry não respondeu de imediato. Ele observou os três pontinhos na tela, indicando que ela estava digitando, mas parecia demorar demais. Quando a resposta finalmente chegou, veio em forma de outra foto – mais próxima, mais tentadora. Agora, a taça estava praticamente esquecida, e tudo o que ele conseguia ver era o olhar de desafio nos olhos dela.

— Venha descobrir.

Aquela mensagem foi o bastante para Louis pegar as chaves de casa e do carro e sair sem pensar duas vezes. O trajeto até o apartamento de Harry parecia mais curto do que de costume, ou talvez fosse a adrenalina pulsando em suas veias que o fazia pisar mais fundo no acelerador, cortando a estrada quase vazia. Ao chegar, ele hesitou por um segundo em bater, mas antes que pudesse decidir, percebeu que a porta estava entreaberta. Com um leve empurrão, ele entrou.

Harry estava exatamente onde havia tirado a foto, sentada no sofá, com uma perna elegantemente cruzada sobre a outra. O vestido, já curto, subira ainda mais, formando dobras sensuais sobre o colo. Na mão, uma taça de vinho, que ela segurava com um ar de despreocupada sensualidade. O líquido vermelho contrastava quase de forma indecente com os lábios cheios dela, manchando de um jeito provocador.

A língua rosada dela deslizou lentamente, sugando os resquícios de vinho que haviam escapado para o canto de sua boca.

Louis parou por um momento, observando ela. Sua ex-mulher nunca estivera tão linda, e ao mesmo tempo, tão deliciosamente imoral. Ele não conseguia evitar lembrar dos tempos em que duas semanas sem sexo era o máximo que aguentavam longe um do outro.

— Achei que fosse demorar mais — Disse Harry, encarando ele por cima da borda da taça, os olhos verdes brilhando com malícia.

— Você sabe que nunca fui bom em resistir a você — Respondeu Louis, fechando a porta atrás de si. Sem desviar o olhar, caminhou até o sofá e se acomodou ao lado dela.

Harry esboçou um sorriso lento, os olhos implorando por algo que ambos conheciam muito bem. E Louis sabia exatamente o que ela queria.

Ela deu de ombros, como se a provocação fosse inocente. O olhar de Harry percorria o corpo de Louis de forma descarada, demorando-se onde a recente ereção se tornava visível. Ela conhecia muito bem o ex-marido, e o quanto aquele pau havia sido responsável por seus orgasmos mais intensos.

Foram quase nove anos juntos. Harry teve as filhas muito jovem, e os anos de pilates e corrida haviam devolvido seu corpo escultural, capaz de parar o trânsito. Mas aquele mesmo corpo evitava qualquer envolvimento sexual, até mesmo com seus namorados, que queriam avançar mais na relação. Ela simplesmente não estava pronta. Ou talvez fosse a sensação incômoda de que, de alguma forma, ainda estaria traindo Louis.

— Sim, eu lembro disso... — Disse Harry, com os olhos intensos capazes de desconcertar qualquer pessoa, até mesmo Louis. — Você quer...? — Provocou, erguendo a taça, o peito quase totalmente exposto pelo decote do vestido.

Era fácil perceber o quanto Louis os amava. Ele os venerava, passando horas com eles em sua boca.

— Prefiro algo mais forte — Respondeu Louis, se ajustando no sofá, as pernas ligeiramente mais abertas, as mãos tatuadas deslizando devagar sobre suas coxas.

Harry apertou as pernas, sentindo a respiração se acelerar, o corpo já respondendo àquela provocação. A excitação era palpável, e ela mal conseguia esconder.

— Uísque? — Perguntou com a voz um pouco trêmula. Era difícil respirar perto de Louis sem querer se jogar sobre ele e se empalar em seu pau.

— Você me conhece bem, baby — Disse ele, com um sorriso malicioso. O apelido fez Harry morder o lábio, tentando conter o gemido que ameaçava escapar.

Com movimentos lentos e calculados, Harry se levantou do sofá, exatamente como Louis sabia que ela faria. Ao descruzar as pernas, o pé descalço roçou suavemente na perna dele, criando uma tensão silenciosa e eletrizante entre os dois. O som suave da taça sendo colocada sobre a mesinha de centro ecoou pela sala, mas os olhos de Louis estavam fixos nela.

Ele sabia que a noite estava apenas começando.

As reboladas de Harry eram intensas, quase hipnóticas. Uma provocadora. Uma tentação viva.

A cada passo, ela parecia flutuar, os quadris desenhando curvas sutis no ar.

Uma puta provocadora.

Louis sempre soubera disso, mas agora, naquela sala, com toda a tensão acumulada entre eles, aquilo parecia ainda mais evidente.

Ela caminhou até a prateleira onde estava o uísque de Louis, pegando um dos copos de cristal que eles haviam ganhado nas bodas de madeira, um lembrete de tempos que pareciam distantes. Ao se inclinar para pegar a garrafa, Harry fez questão de exagerar no movimento com uma lentidão quase cruel, fazendo com que parte de sua bunda ficasse exposta, revelando a calcinha minúscula de renda preta que ela usava. Louis respirou fundo, sentindo a tensão apertar dentro de si. Ele lutava pela compostura, mas seus olhos não conseguiam desviar.

Harry nunca tivera vergonha de mostrar o quanto ainda tinha controle sobre ele. Mesmo depois de tanto tempo, ela ainda ditava o ritmo daquele jogo perigoso. E, naquela noite, ela estava determinada a lembrar Louis disso.

Quando começou a rebolar suavemente enquanto enchia o copo, o vestido curto subiu ainda mais, revelando quase toda a sua bunda. Louis a observava intensamente, os olhos escurecidos de desejo, as pupilas dilatadas. Ele sentia o tesão pulsar dentro de si, e seu pau pressionava contra o tecido macio da calça de moletom. Era impossível disfarçar.

Sem esperar mais, ele se levantou do sofá. Cada passo em direção a ela era lento, mas decidido. Harry não se virou, mas continuou com seus movimentos provocadores.

Quando Louis estava perto o suficiente, suas mãos deslizaram pelas coxas dela, subindo devagar até que seus dedos encontraram a umidade entre suas pernas. O gemido suave que escapou dos lábios de Harry foi a confirmação de que ele precisava.

— Sempre a mesma provocadora. Você gosta de me testar, não é?

Louis levou os dedos ao nariz, inalando o cheiro dela, um sorriso satisfeito se formando em seus lábios. Ela sempre fora irresistível, e o fato de tê-la ali, vulnerável e ao mesmo tempo no controle, só aumentava sua vontade.

Harry se virou lentamente, os olhos faiscando de desejo... de puro tesão. Ela mordeu o lábio inferior de leve, seus dentes maltratando a pele macia enquanto um sorriso provocador surgia. Com um gesto lento, estendeu o copo de uísque para Louis, mas ele já não se importava mais com a bebida.

— Gosto de ver até onde você vai por mim — Respondeu Harry, a voz baixa e carregada de desejo.

Em vez de pegar o copo, Louis segurou a cintura de Harry, a puxando para mais perto de si. O corpo dela arfou quando se encaixou ao dele como se fossem feitos para aquilo, o calor de ambos se misturando, os dois prestes a pegar fogo juntos.

Os lábios de Louis pairaram sobre os dela, e suas respirações se misturaram no pequeno espaço que os separava. O tempo parecia parar, enquanto o tesão parecia vibrar como moléculas ao redor deles.

— Hoje você vai entender quem manda aqui, Harry — Ele murmurou com uma voz firme e baixa.

Louis pegou o fio da calcinha no meio das nádegas de Harry, puxando levemente e depois soltando. O movimento fez Harry estremecer, deixando escapar um gemido sôfrego, o que deixava claro o quanto ela estava afetada.

— Vamos ver o quanto você aguenta — Ele sussurrou, próximo ao ouvido dela.

A buceta de Harry se contraiu em torno de nada com o puro desejo que se acumulava dentro dela.

Louis não precisou de mais palavras. Ele a puxou pela bunda para um beijo intenso, cheio de urgência e tesão contidos. Harry correspondeu com a mesma fome, os braços envolvendo o pescoço dele enquanto seus lábios se moviam em sincronia perfeita. O beijo era profundo, quente, e os corpos deles se colaram ainda mais, deixando de lado qualquer hesitação.

Nenhum outro havia se comparado a Louis. Todos os outros homens que Harry namorou desapareceram como sombras diante da intensidade com que ele a fazia sentir. Louis tinha um poder sobre ela que ninguém jamais alcançaria.

Com as mãos firmes, ele puxou o vestido de Harry para cima, revelando sua pele nua e suave. Seus dedos exploraram cada centímetro de carne exposta, arrancando um gemido suave dos lábios dela. O som carregava o peso de todo o desejo reprimido, e Harry se movia contra o corpo de Louis, roçando na ereção dele, mostrando o quanto ela também queria aquilo.

Os beijos se tornaram mais intensos, e as respirações eram pesadas e ofegantes. Louis a pressionou contra a parede, os corpos colidindo com uma urgência crescente. Os lábios de Harry deslizaram pelo pescoço dele, e pequenos suspiros escapavam enquanto ela mordiscava a pele sensível, incendiando e alimentando o fogo de Louis.

— Porra! — Ele sussurrou, a voz rouca de desejo enquanto ela mordia seu pescoço, suas mãos explorando cada centímetro do corpo dele.

Ele agarrou a bunda dela com mais força, esfregando sua ereção contra a intimidade de Harry. Ela rebolava lentamente, provocando-o, e o pau de Louis endurecia ainda mais, quase rasgando o tecido da calça de moletom. Ele estava à beira de perder o controle, desejando tomar posse daquele corpo de qualquer jeito, com ou sem as roupas entre eles.

Louis desceu um tapa firme na bunda empinada de Harry, fazendo-a soltar um gemido alto bem perto do ouvido dele.

— Louis... — Ela gemeu, quase implorando, com a voz carregada de necessidade.

Ele sorriu, satisfeito, inclinando-se sobre ela, seus lábios roçando no ouvido de Harry.

— Diga o que você quer, Harry — Ele provocou, a voz carregada de autoridade enquanto os seus dedos encontrando o ponto mais sensível entre as pernas dela. Os seios macios sendo prensados contra o peito de Louis.

Ela fechou os olhos, ofegante, o corpo estremecendo sob o toque dele. Os gemidos de Harry se intensificaram, mas Louis não tinha pressa. Cada movimento era calculado, controlado.

— Eu quero você, Louis — Respondeu ela, a voz falhando de tanto desejo.

Louis fixou os olhos famintos nos seios voluptuosos, que pareciam ainda mais exuberantes sob a pressão dele. Com um movimento suave, ele desfez as alças do vestido, que escorregou até o chão.

— Quem diria que você não aguentaria por alguns segundos, Harry? Está tão necessitada assim?

— Louis... — Ela gemeu ao sentir as mãos dele explorando sua pele, provocando arrepios.

— Já tão arrepiada aqui — O toque das mãos de Louis alcançaram ao redor dos mamilos de Harry. Sem jamais tocar a carne que implorava pelo seu toque.

Louis sentiu a maciez daquela pele novamente, e deu um tapa suave no peito direito de Harry, fazendo ela soltar um suspiro satisfeito.

Agradado com a reação, os olhos de Louis estavam fixos nos mamilos rosados.

Uma de suas mãos envolveu um seio, pressionando e apertando a carne macia. Harry gemeu, chorosa, quando Louis beijou seu peito, mordiscando rudemente um mamilo endurecido antes de prender a boca ao seu redor e chupar com força.

As bochechas deformadas em sugadas e a barba recém-raspada criavam um contraste de sensações deliciosas.

As costas de Harry se arquearam em resposta às emoções, enquanto Louis massageava o outro seio em um ritmo acelerado.

Era como se ele estivesse tentando encontrar a quantidade certa de pressão e dor. Louis sempre foi um amante áspero e apaixonado, desejando ver sua (ex) esposa sobrecarregada de sensações e implorando por mais.

Mais do que só ele daria a ela.

Felizmente para ele, Harry era do tipo que implorava e apreciava cada momento de provocação e preliminares, ficando pronta para gozar a qualquer instante.

Os dedos de Harry se enroscaram nos cabelos castanho-escuros, derretendo-se a cada toque, pequenos gemidos se acumulando a cada sucção.

Seus seios ainda estavam sensíveis da espera torturante anterior, proporcionando um prazer dolorido que descia pela espinha e diretamente até sua entrada.

Harry gemeu novamente, mais alto dessa vez, sentindo a umidade se formando, os lábios se abrindo sob a atenção.

— Louis... — Ela jogou a cabeça para trás, agarrando o suéter que ele vestia. — Isso não é justo! — Louis levantou os olhos para ela, que o encarava com um olhar excessivamente explícito.

Harry puxou o sueter de Louis para cima, removendo, e em seguida, abaixou as calças de moletom junto com a cueca dele. O membro duro de Louis bateu contra sua barriga.

Ao olhar para o pênis rodeado de veias, Harry lambeu os lábios de maneira provocante. Sua boca salivou com a imagem.

Louis não resistiu e empurrou seu membro entre as pernas de Harry. A pele nua das coxas dela o fazia vazar ainda mais, melando a pele macia e deixando Harry sentir aquela dureza pressionando suas dobras.

Louis soltou o mamilo de Harry com um pequeno estalo, um fio de saliva escorrendo de seus lábios. O corpo de Harry se arrepiou, e o mamilo já enrijecido endureceu ainda mais quando Louis soprou ar quente sobre ele. A diferença entre os dois mamilos era evidente: um deles estava vermelho, inchado, parecendo cru e macio.

Louis beijou a pele sensível, suas pupilas dilatadas, deixando apenas um aro fino do azul visível em seus olhos.

Isso deixou Harry ainda mais excitada.

Louis sorriu com malícia, um sorriso cafajeste, antes de prender os lábios e os dentes ao redor do outro seio, que até então fora negligenciado.

Harry gemeu novamente, mordendo o próprio lábio, enquanto seus dedos se enroscavam no cabelo de Louis, puxando sua nuca. Suas unhas curtas, mas bem cuidadas, arranharam suavemente o couro cabeludo dele. O outro mamilo estava tão sensível e endurecido que doía, sendo resfriado pelo ar frio.

Louis se retirou depois do que pareceu minutos inteiros de gemidos e suplicas de Harry beijando a pele macia ao redor do broto já em um vermelho vivo empinado.

— Caralho, como eu quero foder esses peitos.

— Por favor... — Harry suplicou.

— Ajoelha. — Louis se afastou, dando espaço para ela.

Harry não fez cerimônia, ela se ajoelhou, e juntou os seios sensíveis entre os dedos, os mantendo unidos, formando uma passagem para Louis. Ele segurou o pescoço de Harry, erguendo até que seus olhos se encontrassem. A boca rosada entreaberta, os olhos verdes, como uma floresta, mais claros, revelavam o quão perto ela já estava.

— Abre. — Louis ordenou, e Harry obedeceu, abrindo a boca.

Louis deixou a saliva escorrer da sua boca para a dela, que engoliu satisfeita, quase ronronando.

— Mesmo depois de todo esse tempo, você continua sendo uma vagabunda, Haz!

Por fim, ele segurou a base de seu pau, alinhando na abertura apertada e macia que Harry formava com os seios. Saliva escorreu pela ponta quando Harry estendeu a língua, tentando lubrificar a passagem.

A glande de Louis aparecia o suficiente para que uma pequena gota de pré-gozo se formasse e caísse no peito dela.

Enquanto Louis se afastava e avançava com estocadas lentas, Harry mantinha a língua para fora, lambendo a ponta sempre que ela passava. Isso arrancou um gemido satisfeito de Louis, que começou a acelerar o ritmo.

A saliva foi suficiente para começar, e a própria lubrificação natural de Harry o mantinha escorregadio enquanto Louis continuava a foder entre seus seios.

O atrito fazia os mamilos de Harry, já sensíveis, endurecerem novamente. Ela gemia baixinho, apertando os seios com mais força enquanto lambia a ponta do pau de Louis. O gosto salgado e almiscarado de seu sêmen deixava a mente de Harry em branco, a fazendo se perder por um momento.

Tomlinson acelerou ainda mais suas estocadas, seus gemidos se tornando mais constantes e ásperos. Era difícil descrever, mas Louis sentia seu pau pulsando entre os seios de Harry.

Quando Harry notou a respiração cada vez mais acelerada e entrecortada de Louis, um sorriso maldoso apareceu em seus lábios. Com um movimento rápido, sua mão agarrou a base do pau de Louis, apertando com firmeza.

O homem, quase choramingando, teve seu orgasmo interrompido. Seu membro pulsou violentamente, estremecendo e pressionando contra o mamilo de Harry, que o esfregava intencionalmente contra a fenda úmida.

— Ainda não, não aqui. — Harry provocou, dando uma lambida rápida, antes de se levantar.

Algo obscuro brilhou nos olhos de Louis diante daquela provocação, um sorriso sacana cruzando seu rosto. Eles voltaram a se beijar com ainda mais fome do que antes.

Louis agarrou o único pedaço de tecido que ainda cobria Harry, rasgando a renda frágil até reduzi-la a farrapos. Com isso, ela o guiou até seu quarto, a urgência entre os dois crescendo a cada toque, seus corpos cada vez mais molhados pelo desejo que pulsava através de suas peles.

As pernas de Harry estavam novamente abertas quando Louis deixou sua boca e começou a descer pelo corpo dela, sugando, mordendo e apertando com as mãos. A buceta de Harry estava encharcada, sua lubrificação natural escorrendo pelas coxas, formando uma tremenda de uma bagunça molhada e excitante pra caralho.

A língua de Louis deslizou do clitóris até a entrada, arrancando um gemido alto e arrastado de Harry.

— Porra, essa buceta continua com o gosto tão bom quanto antes... — Louis se levantou de repente, deixando Harry confusa. — Mas sabe o que ficaria ainda melhor? — Ele disse, com um ar de mistério, voltando a se ajoelhar, aparentemente sem nada nas mãos, antes de retomar o trabalho em sua intimidade.

Os olhos de Harry se fecharam, os quadris movendo-se no mesmo ritmo que os lábios de Louis, até que a sensação tomou conta de seu corpo.

— Ah, Louis... — Harry gritou alto, arrepiada, puxando os cabelos dele com força. Louis se afundou ainda mais em sua buceta, sugando o máximo possível do sabor doce que lembrava cerejas. — Foda-se — ela gemeu, perdida no prazer.

A sensação gelada do gelo pressionando o clitóris de Harry enviava uma onda de frio intenso pela sua pélvis, subindo por sua espinha. A dor pungente logo se transformava em prazer, e seu corpo se contorcia enquanto Louis mergulhava a língua no gosto de Harry, a deixando alucinada. O choque de temperaturas fazia o gelo derreter, e a água escorria pelos lábios de Louis.

A boca de Harry permanecia entreaberta, as pernas se contraindo e os dedos dos pés se curvando de prazer.

— Louis! — Harry gritava em meio aos soluços, tentando instintivamente fechar as pernas, mas elas eram imediatamente empurradas para se abrirem novamente por mãos firmes. Louis levantou a perna direita dela sobre seu ombro, enquanto mantinha a outra travada aberta com o cotovelo, expondo ainda mais sua buceta.

Harry arfava e gemia quando o gelo era rolado e pressionado contra seu clitóris, Louis traçando círculos com ele sobre o pequeno broto, aumentando o prazer e o tormento que a faziam sussurrar e se contorcer sob o toque dele.

Louis alternava entre o gelo e o calor de sua boca, prendendo Harry em um ciclo vicioso de sensações inebriantes: a pressão lenta, fria e rolante do gelo seguida pelo movimento rápido e quente de sua língua. Harry sentia o orgasmo crescendo em sua barriga novamente, mas então Louis se afastou mais uma vez.

— Nããão... — Harry soluçou fracamente, parecendo à beira das lágrimas.

— Shhh, querida. Vou colocar.

Harry congelou.

— O—o gelo? — Ela estremeceu, mas no fundo sabia que confiava em Louis, e ele jamais faria algo para machucá-la.

— Sim. Quero beber da sua buceta. Hoje, ela vai ser meu vinho de cereja.

Uma onda de calor e arrepios disparou diretamente pela espinha de Harry. Palavras e a respiração morreram em sua garganta, seu corpo vibrando de expectativa e excitação.

Louis beijou suavemente a parte interna da coxa de Harry, tentando relaxá-la.

— Confia em mim? — Ele perguntou, e ela assentiu rapidamente, ansiosa.

— Sempre. — Ela sussura.

— Você é tão gostosa, baby, sabia disso? — Louis sussurrou, sua voz rouca e carregada de desejo, o que fez Harry se sentir ainda mais vulnerável e entregue.

Ela mal tem tempo de responder antes de o ar ser arrancado de seus pulmões. A bola fria e úmida, agora pequena e maleável, desliza provocante ao longo da sua buceta sensibilizada. Louis a movimenta para cima e para baixo, do seu buraco ao clitóris, até finalmente empurrá-la para dentro com a ponta de um dedo.

Harry solta um gemido profundo enquanto o gelo é empurrado ainda mais fundo em seu corpo, os dedos de Louis aninhados no calor infernal de seu núcleo ardente. O frio, dentro de um lugar tão sensível, parecia queimar, provocando sensações únicas e inexplicáveis.

— Louis! Ah, isso é… ah! — Suas pernas chutam, sua bunda empinada se contorce, lutando contra a intensidade da sensação, mas o gelo está lá, dentro.

— Como é essa sensação, baby? — Louis abre suas pernas novamente, e Harry quase ronrona de alívio ao sentir as baforadas quentes contra sua entrada encharcada.

— Louis, eu preciso de você… — Ela murmura, quase chorosa de tanto tesão. O prazer é insano, inacreditável.

Louis não resiste ao seu drink de uísque e, após um gole, lambe lentamente a buceta de Harry, sua língua deslizando com firmeza. Ele suga com a ponta da língua antes de mergulhar profundamente, girando-a e mordiscando o clitóris. O gemido rouco de prazer que ele solta, intensificado pelo sabor, é abafado pelo grito de Harry, mas as vibrações de Louis são sentidas profundamente em sua entrada. Ele suga tudo, o gosto de Harry misturado com o gelo derretido lembrava um vinho de cereja perfeito.

As coxas de Harry apertam ao redor da cabeça de Louis enquanto ele continua brincando, acariciando e chacoalhando, lambendo os últimos vestígios de gelo derretido dentro dela.

Louis se levanta, puxando ela mais para perto, suas mãos deslizando pela cinturinha fina de Harry.

— Minha vadiazinha suja. — Louis dá um tapa firme na bunda dela, o som ecoando pela suíte, seguido de outro tapa no peito, estalando alto. Os gemidos que escapam da boca de Harry são altos demais, quase capazes de atravessar as paredes. É provável que o síndico na portaria receba reclamações sobre os "barulhos agitados" no apartamento 291.

Louis agarrou os quadris de Harry, pressionando seu pau entre as pernas dela, roçando-o ao longo de sua entrada. A ponta provocava deliciosamente o clitóris com o atrito intenso.

Harry ergueu uma perna, envolvendo o quadril de Louis, aumentando o contato entre os corpos.

— Hm... — Harry gemeu, sentindo o pau grosso deslizar contra seus lábios, pressionando com a cabecinha molhada sua entrada apertada.

Quase como se fosse virgem de novo, após o divórcio.

— Ah, Louis, seu pau é tão bom... — Ela murmurou, e antes que ele pudesse responder, Louis bateu seu pau contra a entrada encharcada dela, afundando fundo e firme, com força e velocidade.

Isso tirou o fôlego dos pulmões de Harry que soltou o grito que fora abafado pelas bocas estarem unidas. Styles não teve tempo de se recuperar, Louis mantinha uma mão firme na coxa levantada de Harry e a outra segurava seu queixo, forçando os olhos dela a permanecerem fixos nos dele, enquanto ele entrava e saía em estocadas rápidas e precisas.

Era uma sensação única, intensa. Louis não apenas tomava seu corpo, mas também deixava claro, através do olhar, o quanto ela ainda era importante para ele.

A cada puxada para fora, o prazer aumentava. A buceta de Harry envolvia o membro de Louis, apertando e sugando, contraindo ao redor dele, em uma mistura de prazer e desejo insaciável.

Louis deixou apenas a ponta dentro dela antes de puxar para fora e voltar com tudo para o calor úmido e ardente. Isso deixava ambos perigosamente perto do limite. Harry mal tinha consciência dos próprios gemidos, e Louis já não conseguia mais controlar os seus.

— Caralho, isso é fodido demais. Sua bunda é gostosa demais, baby. — Louis murmurou, dando um tapa forte na coxa de Harry, que gemeu contra o pescoço dele, apertando-o ainda mais contra si. — Essa buceta me suga de um jeito tão bom.

Styles mordeu a pele do pescoço dele, tentando se segurar. A maneira como Louis falava, somada à sensibilidade da sua entrada, que ele atingia repetidamente de forma impiedosa, fazia Harry ver estrelas.

— Louis... — Ela gemeu, o cérebro tomado pelos sons dos quadris dele se chocando contra sua bunda, as bolas cheias batendo de maneira deliciosa, fazendo-a rebolar a cada impacto. — Aaah, Louis... Fode, fode, fode...

O centro de Harry borbulhava de um jeito novo, e Louis desceu a mão até o clitóris dela. Ela soltou um grito, se remexendo, enquanto seu ponto sensível inchado quase pulsava sob os dedos dele. A sensação fez a agonia prazerosa crescer, seus dedos dos pés se curvando.

As estocadas de Louis começaram a perder o ritmo, ficando mais lentas, mas cada vez mais firmes, quase saindo para entrar de novo com força. Então, ele juntou sua mão à dela, esfregando dois dedos para cima e para baixo em seu clitóris.

— Me diz o que você quer, amor.

— Eu... Hnghh — Harry mal conseguiu completar a frase antes de ser tomada pela agonia do prazer. Ela gozou intensamente no pau de Louis, gritando e choramingando a cada movimento, sentindo o jorro quente saindo de seu centro pulsante.

Os gemidos de Harry eram incontroláveis, seus quadris se afastando do estímulo enquanto a sensibilidade a deixava completamente vulnerável. Era um ataque de prazer tão forte que ela mal conseguia formar palavras.

Ela já havia sido superestimulada antes, especialmente por Louis, mas nunca daquela forma.

— Oh, caralho- — Louis gemeu ao sentir a entrada de Harry o apertar ainda mais, sufocando seu pau sensível, forçando ele a parar enquanto espasmos percorriam seu corpo. Mesmo assim, seus dedos continuavam esfregando o clitóris de Harry, prolongando o seu orgasmo.

Ele já a tinha visto gozar muitas vezes, mas aquela foi, sem dúvida, uma das mais lindas.

Mais líquido escorria de Harry, suas coxas encharcadas enquanto Louis continuava se movendo, buscando seu próprio prazer. Ele se derramou dentro de Harry, que assentia, incentivando-o a continuar, a usá-la até o limite.

Louis não demorou a seguir, e segundos depois, com o coração acelerado, ele se perdeu no momento. Seu pau pulsou dentro de Harry, e logo vieram os jatos quentes de porra, preenchendo-a até a borda. O clitóris de Harry ainda vibrava, e o batimento cardíaco desenfreado a levou a gozar novamente, forçando o membro de Louis a escorregar para fora de si.

Tomlinson, ainda imerso nas ondas do orgasmo, mal percebeu quando Harry se ajoelhou e tomou seu pau na boca, chupando com fome, desejando o gosto dele em sua língua. A dor e a sensibilidade quase o fizeram chorar, era um prazer quase insuportável. Harry saboreava cada gota, o gosto de Louis impregnando seu paladar.

Louis veio de novo, soltando um grito rouco e estrondoso, enchendo a boca de Harry até transbordar, o líquido esbranquiçado escorrendo por seus lábios. Com um toque suave, Harry recolheu a linha de esperma com o dedão e a levou de volta à boca, sugando devagar.

— Puta que pariu... — Louis murmurou, puxando Harry para cima e beijando-a com força.

Minutos se passaram, o calor do quarto ainda impregnado em seus corpos suados. Louis se deitou ao lado de Harry, ambos respirando com dificuldade, os corpos tremendo das últimas ondas de prazer. A luz suave da manhã começava a invadir pelas frestas das cortinas, envolvendo-os em uma atmosfera tranquila e íntima.

Harry, com os cabelos desgrenhados e um sorriso tímido nos lábios, se virou para Louis. Ela tocou suavemente o peito dele, sentindo o batimento acelerado sob sua palma. Louis pegou a mão de Harry e beijou seus dedos, um a um, de forma lenta e carinhosa.

— Eu senti tanto a sua falta, Harry... — ele murmurou, a voz rouca do esforço e da emoção.

Harry sorriu, sentindo o peso daquelas palavras. Eles haviam passado por um período difícil, uma separação dolorosa, mas agora, tudo parecia se encaixar novamente. O vazio que Harry sentia desde que Louis havia partido parecia finalmente preenchido.

— Eu também senti sua falta, Lou. Tanto... — ela respondeu, a voz dela trêmula com a intensidade do momento. Seus olhos se encheram de lágrimas, mas dessa vez eram de alegria, não de tristeza.

Louis a puxou para mais perto, seu corpo se moldando ao de Harry como se nunca tivessem se separado. Eles ficaram assim por alguns minutos, respirando juntos.

Algumas semanas seguintes, com a luz do final de tarde começando a dourar o apartamento que ambos conseguiram juntos. Louis e Harry permaneciam juntos no sofá da sala. O ambiente estava silencioso, exceto pela respiração tranquila dos dois, que agora pareciam em paz, reconectados depois de tanto tempo separados. Harry repousava com a cabeça no ombro de Louis, sentindo a segurança daquele momento.

— Eu ainda não acredito que estamos aqui... juntos de novo — murmurou Harry, olhando para a mão de Louis entrelaçada com a sua. As alianças brilhavam com a luz refletida das janelas.

Louis sorriu, passando os dedos suavemente pela pele macia dela.

— Não vou mais te perder. Nunca mais.

O silêncio reconfortante foi interrompido de repente pelo som de vozes vindo da entrada. As portas da frente se abriram com um estrondo, seguidas de risadas e o barulho familiar das malas sendo arrastadas pelo chão de madeira.

— Eu te disse que aquela loja em Paris era incrível! — exclamou Sophie, a filha mais velha, com uma voz empolgada.

— Eu sei! Não acredito que comprei três jaquetas! E todas diferentes! — Respondeu Lila, a mais nova, rindo ao relembrar suas aventuras de compras durante a viagem à Europa. A irmã de Louis levou as meninas para sessões intermináveis de dias de garotas no shopping center.

Louis e Harry se entreolharam por um momento, congelados no sofá, antes de se levantarem apressadamente. As meninas não sabiam que os pais estavam juntos novamente, e a surpresa que estava prestes a acontecer causava um frio na barriga de ambos.

— Soph, você exagera sempre, e ainda reclama quando a mala não fecha — Lila provocou, empurrando a irmã levemente enquanto tirava os tênis na entrada. — Mamãe vai ficar louca com a quantidade de roupas que trouxemos!

As duas riam enquanto colocavam as malas no chão da sala, ainda de costas para os pais. Louis e Harry observavam em silêncio por um breve segundo, até que Soph se virou, e o sorriso dela congelou no rosto ao ver os dois lado a lado.

— O que... — Soph começou, os olhos se arregalando.

Lila, que estava tirando o casaco, percebeu a reação da irmã e também se virou rapidamente. Seu queixo caiu, completamente atordoada. Louis e Harry estavam juntos, em casa, lado a lado, como nos velhos tempos. Era algo que as duas meninas não viam há meses.

— Vocês... — Sophie tentou falar, mas a surpresa parecia ter travado sua voz.

— Voltaram? — Lila completou a frase, os olhos brilhando de uma mistura de choque e alegria.

Harry, com um sorriso nervoso e emocionado, deu um passo à frente.

— Sim, meninas. Nós voltamos.

— Isso é real? — Sophie perguntou, ainda desacreditada, mas com um brilho de esperança no olhar.

Louis deu um passo em direção às filhas, os olhos suavemente marejados.

— É real, querida. E, dessa vez, pra valer.

Lila soltou uma risada nervosa, quase sem acreditar, e correu para abraçar os pais, se jogando nos braços de Louis primeiro, depois de Harry. Sophie logo a seguiu, e o abraço familiar foi reconfortante, como um laço que finalmente estava sendo reatado.

Sophie era a imagem de Louis, com olhos azuis profundos que refletiam a intensidade do pai. Seus lábios finos e sobrancelhas retas lembravam os da mãe, Harry. Pequenas sardas na altura das bochechas, herdadas de Louis, e um nariz de botão lhe conferiam um ar inocente. Seus cílios longos emolduravam o olhar, enquanto sua pele bronzeada brilhava sob a luz. Os cabelos lisos e castanhos escuros completavam sua aparência. Sua personalidade doce e amorosa era uma herança da mãe, Harry, que também era festeira e cheia de vida.

Lila, por outro lado, era mais parecida com Harry, ostentando cabelos castanhos claros com ondulações nas pontas. Suas covinhas apareciam quando ela sorria, e seus olhos verdes vibrantes refletiam a vivacidade da mãe. Os lábios cheios e as sobrancelhas arqueadas, herdados do pai, Louis, davam a ela um toque especial. Seu nariz reto e afilado era um traço marcante. Com uma personalidade mais reservada e tranquila, Lila exibia características de Louis, contrastando com a energia festiva de sua irmã.

— Não acredito! Isso é tão... tão... — Lila falava, mas a emoção a impedia de continuar. Seus olhos estavam cheios de lágrimas de felicidade.

Lila, mais contida, se afastou um pouco, secando os olhos disfarçadamente.

— Mamãe... Papai... Vocês não têm ideia do quanto nós queríamos isso.

Harry sentiu o coração apertar ao ouvir aquilo. Sabia o quanto as filhas tinham sofrido com a separação, e agora, tudo parecia estar voltando ao lugar certo.

— E vocês chegaram bem? Como foi a viagem? — Harry perguntou, tentando aliviar a tensão emocional com uma mudança de assunto.

Lila deu um risinho.

— Foi incrível! Compramos tantas coisas! E Sophie gastou todo o dinheiro em roupas, como sempre.

Sophie fez uma careta para a irmã, mas sorriu logo em seguida.

— Pelo menos eu vou ser a mais estilosa da escola.

Louis riu, aliviado por ver a leveza voltar à conversa.

— Parece que a viagem foi boa, então.

— Foi ótima! Mas isso aqui... — Sophie apontou para os dois pais juntos. — Isso supera tudo. Vocês voltaram antes da gente? Como foi isso? Conta tudo!

Harry olhou para Louis, ambos compartilhando um olhar de cumplicidade. — Não tem muito segredo. Nós percebemos que não queríamos mais ficar separados. Foi difícil, mas... — ela hesitou, tentando encontrar as palavras certas. — Eu amo o seu pai. E ele me ama. Isso foi o que fez a diferença.

Louis assentiu, completando.

— Às vezes, é preciso errar pra entender o que realmente importa. E o que importa somos nós, essa família.

As meninas se entreolharam, os sorrisos de felicidade estampados em seus rostos.

— Acho que podemos comemorar, então! — Soph disse, animada. — Mamãe, você sempre prepara algo especial quando quer dar boas notícias!

Harry riu.

— Já estou pensando nisso. Que tal a gente fazer um jantar todos juntos? Algo especial pra marcar esse momento.

Lila concordou, sorrindo.

— Sim! E depois contamos mais sobre a viagem. Vocês não vão acreditar em algumas das coisas que aconteceram!

O ambiente estava leve, repleto de risadas e sorrisos, como se um novo começo estivesse se desenhando. Enquanto Harry começava a separar os ingredientes para o jantar na cozinha, Louis foi até a sala com as meninas, ajudando-as a organizar as malas e perguntando sobre as aventuras delas em Paris.

— E o que vocês mais gostaram? — Perguntou Louis, curioso.

— Ah, definitivamente a Torre Eiffel à noite! — Soph disse, animada. — E a comida! Vocês precisam experimentar o croissant de lá!

Sophie balançou a cabeça.

— Paris é incrível, mas acho que amei mais o Louvre. Vocês sabem que eu adoro arte. Inclusive, mamãe e papai, trouxe presentes! — Disse Sophie, com um sorriso travesso, correndo até a mala.

Lila olhou para a irmã, curiosa, enquanto Sophie tirava dois pacotinhos embrulhados em papel colorido. Harry e Louis se entreolharam, surpresos e comovidos.

— Vocês compraram presentes? — Perguntou Harry, enquanto Sophie se aproximava com os embrulhos.

— Claro! Não podíamos voltar de Paris sem algo especial pra vocês! — Disse Sophie, entregando um dos pacotes para Harry e outro para Louis.

Harry abriu o presente primeiro, um sorriso se formando em seus lábios ao ver o conteúdo. Era uma caneca com a frase "meilleure maman du monde" (a melhor mãe do mundo) escrita em um estilo delicado, com desenhos sutis em torno das palavras.

— Ah, meninas... — Harry murmurou, visivelmente emocionada. Ela passou os dedos suavemente pela caneca, como se estivesse absorvendo o carinho por trás do presente. — Isso é tão lindo. Eu amo vocês.

Louis, ao seu lado, também abriu o presente e soltou uma risada divertida ao ver um boné preto com a frase "meilleur papa du monde" (o melhor pai do mundo) bordada na frente. Ele imediatamente colocou o boné na cabeça e olhou para as meninas com um sorriso orgulhoso.

— Acho que vocês acertaram em cheio. — Louis riu, ajustando o boné com as mãos. — Ficou perfeito, não acham?

— Ficou ótimo! — Lila respondeu, rindo enquanto dava um passo para trás e observava os pais. — Agora estão oficialmente equipados como os melhores pais do mundo. Isso é uma verdade que todos podem ver!

Harry e Louis se entreolharam, mas a troca de olhares disse muito mais do que palavras. Harry abaixou os olhos rapidamente, submissa ao olhar firme e decidido de Louis. Sabia que ele jamais usaria aquele boné na rua, mas algo na maneira como o acessório repousava na cabeça dele o deixava absurdamente atraente.

Harry desviou o olhar, tentando se concentrar nas filhas, enquanto Louis disfarçava um sorriso de lado, percebendo o efeito que causava nela.

— Esse presente é mais do que eu poderia pedir. — Harry sorriu, agora com os olhos marejados, segurando a caneca como se fosse um tesouro. — Não sei se sou a melhor mãe do mundo, mas com certeza tenho as melhores filhas.

Louis assentiu, puxando Sophie e Lila para um abraço. — E os melhores pais também têm as melhores filhas, disso não tenho dúvidas.

As meninas se apertaram contra os pais, e o abraço familiar parecia consolidar ainda mais a sensação de que, finalmente, a família estava completa de novo.

— Sabe, eu acho que a gente deveria fazer mais viagens assim, só nós quatro. — Sugeriu Lila, sua voz abafada no meio do abraço. — Talvez para algum lugar onde a gente possa surfar... ou fazer trilhas!

Louis riu.

— Eu topo. Mas talvez possamos começar por algo mais perto. Uma viagem para a praia, quem sabe?

Sophie, sempre mais prática, se afastou um pouco, rindo.

— Eu só preciso garantir que as próximas viagens incluam boas lojas. Mas sim, eu topo qualquer coisa se estivermos juntos.

Harry olhou para cada um deles e sentiu uma paz imensa. Tudo pelo que tinham passado parecia finalmente fazer sentido. As dificuldades, as incertezas... tudo os havia levado de volta para aquele momento. A casa, cheia de risadas e conversas animadas, parecia viva de novo. O vazio que a separação havia trazido agora era preenchido pelo amor renovado.

— Sabem de uma coisa? — Disse Harry, sorrindo enquanto colocava a caneca sobre a mesa. — Vamos fazer essa noite especial. Depois do jantar, que tal assistirmos a um filme juntos? Só nós quatro, como nos velhos tempos.

— Ótima ideia! — Lila concordou, animada. — E eu escolho o filme desta vez!

Louis revirou os olhos de brincadeira, abraçando as filhas pelos ombros. — Desde que não seja um daqueles documentários longos que você adora, estamos dentro.

Soph riu, empolgada.

— Eu topo qualquer coisa, desde que tenha pipoca!

Enquanto todos riam e se preparavam para a noite que prometia ser cheia de histórias e lembranças, Harry ficou um momento em silêncio, observando sua família. Pela primeira vez em muito tempo, o futuro parecia brilhante. A casa estava cheia de vida novamente, e eles estavam juntos.

E assim, enquanto o cheiro do jantar se espalhava pela cozinha e o riso das meninas ecoava pelos corredores, Harry e Louis sabiam que, apesar de tudo o que haviam passado, eles haviam encontrado o caminho de volta um para o outro e para as filhas.

Aquela era a verdadeira definição de lar.

Obrigada pela sua leitura, e por favor, me deixem saber as suas opiniões.

Até logo! 🪽

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Grumpy*

a/n: trying something new so lmk what you think pls!😚

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding, oral, cum eating(munchrry returns), aftercare

pairing: nhl player harry x reader

summary: in which harry comes home to yn in a bad mood and makes all of those nasty feelings go away

masterlist | harry styles masterlist | taglist

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“cmon, petal. y’know i wouldn’t just intentionally not answer your calls,” harry grumbles, placing his hands on her hips and rubbing his thumbs over them gently. the term of endearment as well as his soft touch are already breaking down her tough exterior, but she doesn’t want to give into him just yet. when she’d called him from bed after he’d left for work, wet and ready for him to quell her desire over the phone, he hadn’t answered because of ‘an important meeting with the team’s media management’.

his eyes flit across her face and body as he takes in all of the subconscious signals she’s sending him, and when he notices her dark eyes and her thighs squeezed together just a bit as she shifts from foot to foot, realization begins to set in.

“ah, i see,” he muses, finally understanding what’s going on. “why don’t y’tell me why you were calling me in the first place. what was goin’ on?” he questions as if he’s confused, but she can see right through him and knows she’s been caught. when she doesn’t answer, he takes it upon himself to go even further, moving even closer to her. close enough that her breaths begin to quicken from the close proximity.

“just insatiable. was waking you up this morning with m’tongue on you not enough? hmm?” he’s teasing her now, one hand that’d been resting on her hip moving down to the hem of her panties as he gives her a moment to recall the earlier events.

~earlier~

“please,” yn cries, her hands tangled deep into her husband’s hair as she tries to get him as close to her centre as possible, despite his face being literally buried in her warmth. their cries are mixing together as he groans against her from both the pain and the pleasure of her hands on him, still licking and sucking all over her like a starved man.

he knows she’s close by the way her thighs have closed in on his ears and her back has started to arch, her moans much louder and drawn out than when he’d first gotten his mouth on her.

so he does the only thing that will get her there; he changes absolutely nothing about what he’s doing with his mouth. and, to no one’s surprise, she’s cumming against his mouth with a cry of his name as the orgasm wracks her body, her legs shaking on either side of his head.

he doesn’t pull away from her until she’s whining and crying from the overstimulation, her hands pushing him off of her as she tries to catch her breath. aftershocks are still shaking her body every few seconds when he crawls up from between her thighs with swollen lips, his face drenched in the evidence of her orgasm.

~now~

a soft needy whimper can be heard even through her closed mouth as she remembers the experience very well, the thoughts of the morning doing nothing to help her current situation. “i’m starting to think i married someone very selfish,” he chides, but his dimpled grin and sparkling eyes go against his words. “i didn’t even cum this morning and here you are, complaining even after i had y’crying.”

she doesn’t respond to him still, but he knows how to get a reaction out of her. so he reaches up and grabs her neck with one hand just as he lets the other breach the hem of her panties and forces her to look at him. he looks her dead in the eyes as two of his fingers delve into her soaked folds and gather some wetness before landing on her clit and rubbing slow, torturous circles around the slick bud.

he presses his lips to hers right as she starts to get vocal, swallowing her moans as he picks up the pace. he can feel her legs start to give out, signalling her orgasm, but he isn’t having that, pulling her hand out of her panties and his mouth away from hers, leaving her near tears as she tries to catch her breath.

“cmon then. go get in bed and ready f’me. i’ll be up soon,” the moment she’s given the instruction she’s making her way to the bedroom before stripping her clothes off and lying in the bed as she waits for harry. he doesn’t keep her waiting for long, and when he comes in the bedroom with his shirt off, yn swears she can cum on the spot.

when he reaches the foot of the bed she’s practically drooling as he sheds his athletic shorts and boxers, leaving her completely bare and all for her. he’s hard and leaking, making it clear that he is just as desperate for her as she is him. climbing onto the bed, he spreads her legs and hooks them onto his hips before placing a hand next to her head and using the other to line himself up with her.

then he’s sinking inside of her, one smooth slow thrust as he bottoms out. she’s so warm and wet around him he feels like he won’t last at all, but his body just takes over as he starts to move. he pulls out of her a bit just to dive back inside of her with so much force that it knocks her up the bed a bit, but he just moves right along with her. he repeats the action, and the sharp thrust causes her to gasp in pleasure, but it breaks off into a moan as he changes the angle and pushes himself deeper into her.

“that’s it, mama. taking me so well, made just for me and my cock, hm?” harry rasps, taking his time as he fucks his wife. small mewls of pleasure are now leaving her swollen lips as she attempts to catch her breath, and he’s going slow to ensure that he reaches as far inside of her as he can, but not so slow that the feeling is unenjoyable.

“so deep, please,” she’s whining now, tears welling on her waterline when he pulls out again just to slam into her once more, the slickness of their combined arousal making the whole process that much smoother. it’s as if each time he pulls out of her -just far out enough that his weepy tip is resting against her entrance- there’s some type of elastic band just pulling him back in.

“i know, angel. i know. bet you feel me right here in y’tummy, huh?” he coos, one hand moving to her stomach, right above where he thinks his cock is inside of her. he doesn’t wait for an answer as he presses down onto the soft skin, until he can feel where he’s penetrating her deeply. the concentrated furrow in his brow melts away as her soft little mewls start to morph into long, loud, and drawn out, sort of guttural moans, signalling to him that he’s done the right thing.

he keeps the firm pressure there as he picks up his pace, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm with each thrust of his hips. not long after, he feels the all too familiar feeling of her walls beginning to flutter around him, but he’s given no time to react as she suddenly locks down on him tightly as her orgasm slams into her. the sheer force and intensity of her orgasm simultaneously triggers his, and his jaw is dropping as a choked moan leaves him from the unexpected climax.

“fuck, shit!” he gasps, feeling her cum coat his cock generously as he begins to fill her up.

spurt after spurt of his cum shoots from his cock and deep into yn, his head dropping into the crevice between her neck and shoulder as it absolutely wrecks him. his softening cock is still thrusting weakly into his wife as he floods her and a sob of pleasure falls from his lips when he feels her flutter around him again.

they ride the waves of pleasure for a little while, and the moment they’re finally down, harry gently pulls out of yn, but he makes the mistake of looking down to where they were previously connected. he can only watch in awe as his cum starts to drip out of her wrecked hole, and then she’s groaning as he holds her thighs back before lying on his stomach.

“just gonna have a little taste, angel,” he coaxes, but they both know it’s a lie because harry doesn’t ever just ‘have a little taste’ of his wife. the moment he gets his mouth on her he’s in a sort of trance until he knows she can’t take anymore. it doesn’t matter where they are or what they have planned for the day, if he gets a taste of her he can go for hours. “just fuckin’ perfect,” he whispers when he’s eye level with where she’s full of his cum and leaking.

he can’t wait any longer, and all of his resolve has flown out the window as he grips her hips and holds her down before running his tongue through her swollen messy folds. the taste instantly pulls a groan of satisfaction from his lips, the taste of their mixed arousal spurring him on. she’s already sensitive so he knows he should be quick but he just can’t, his eyes fluttering shut as his head gets floaty, he’s drunk on the taste of her. he continues for about 3 more minutes (which isn’t nearly long enough in his opinion but he’ll have to take care of that tomorrow) before she’s falling apart once more, this one rendering her silent and breathless.

she finds the energy to push him away when she can’t possibly take anymore, and he just props himself up on his elbows and watches her as she comes down, rubbing his thumbs on her hipbones to ground her. when he can see that she’s back down to earth, he presses a couple kisses to her inner thighs before speaking up.

“are you up for a bath or shower tonight or should i just clean you up and we can go to bed?” he whispers, but he has a feeling that her answer will be the latter. he’s proven correctly when she speaks up and confirms his thoughts. so he gets up and goes to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to wet with warm water and cleans himself up before making his way back to where she still lies in the centre of the bed, fucked out and glowy. he gently spreads her legs before taking the towel to her swollen and sensitive skin, thoroughly but carefully cleaning her.

once she’s all clean, he helps her get tucked under the blankets before he’s moving back to the bathroom to put the washcloth away and heading to the kitchen yo grab her some water to drink. when he gets back he sits her up and helps her drink all that she can before placing the remaining water on the nightstand and turning the lights off before climbing into bed. the two bask in the comfortable silence for a while as sleep starts to take over them, and within minutes they’re both sound asleep.

~

lmk what you guys thoughtttttt☺️

[cherry-titz]

Hi friends! @1800titz here. This is my contribution to the collaboration, and I’d like to start off by saying that I am so, so, so beyond excited to work with the immensely talented @cherryjuiceblues!! Thank you for working with me Soph :’)

We have loads of goodies planned, and we’d like to kick things off with Mr. Hitchhikerry. (Sidenote: he’s a little late to the party, this WAS supposed to be a spooky piece for Halloween but SHDJDJCJDJD don’t worry about it. Life got in the way a bit, but he’s finally HERE so WOOOO). A little idea based on this reddit post. This one has great big warnings. DARK HARRY. VERY DARK HARRY. With a piece like this, I want to really emphasize: this is purely for entertainment purposes, and there is 0 correlation intended to the real Harry Styles <3 just a spooky faceclaim.

With that disclaimer out of the way, here’s some content warnings: dom/sub themes, choking, (light) spanking, degradation (and praise!) ((some good ol’ LET’S PLAY SIMON SAYS)). THE WOOF WOOF is for humiliation purposes only <3 GREAT BIG WARNING FOR A DISTURBING CONFESSION OF INTENT TO HARM.

Also, I writhe in my seat as I write, wanting to put in lengthy context of prediscussion and safewords and aftercare and everything important I always talk about, BUT. You’ll see. He’s an …interesting character and I tried to keep hitchhikerry true to himself.

PLEASE DON’T HOOK UP WITH STRANGE MEN YOU PICK UP ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AT NIGHT. PLEASE DON’T PICK UP STRANGE MEN ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AT NIGHT. Enjoy ٩(◕‿◕)۶ (WC is 11K)

She doesn’t do hitchhikers. 

Not figuratively, not literally. 

Y/N was raised outside of the scope of the seventies, post-Bundy and his hitchhiking antics, and since the evolution of serial-killer lore, she’s never been fond of a stranger hopping into her passenger seat and then cutting her up into itsy-bitsy parts to hang around his back garden like string-lights, or something. An ear there, a palm with crooked fingers there. Morbid stuff. 

Y/N doesn’t do hitchhikers, but she doesn’t think about that, hurtling down some back-country road, a poorly lit vale through a field of tall, boundless grass. It’s not the first thought budding behind her skull when she sees his silhouette through the shone of her pearly brights — a blip by the line of tall shrubbery — even a good distance away. And from her distance, he’s just a little blip in a cream, hoodless sweatshirt, feet planted into a bed of patchy grass. Her first sane thought, as she squints through her windshield, has to do with why someone would be out on this road, at this time of night, with no feasible form of transportation, and how. As her Honda nears and passes some fork off, a dirt bend of clearing into the winding field of nature, the man’s hitchhiking, signature thumb morphs into a wave of his arms, and his foot steps out, toying at the edge of the road. It doesn’t quite breach the threshold, but her speedometer decreases enough for her to catch baggy denim, distressed at the knees, and a slow wave of his arms, raised. He doesn’t launch at her car, forlorn, as she passes — thank Christ. But even then, his frame swishes by, out of sight, coated by darkness. She casts her gaze to the rear-view, and the image of him scrubbing over his face with an exasperated palm shrinks in size the further she gets. 

The young woman gets about a hundred feet before she nudges the break with her foot to a halt, sighing as the car settles with a subtle lurch. She makes another glance to the rear-view. Now, she can’t see him, not in the shroud of night, but she squeezes her eyes shut for a second, and then twists the wheel until the car curves. A tire slips off onto gravel and grass with the U-turn, but she steers herself back onto the road and drives into the same direction she’s just come from. 

He looks surprised to see her reverse, form pivoted toward the same headlights that’d just passed him with a crease over his brow bone. Y/N slows and breaks as she nears, absent-mindedly pressing a fingertip over the lock button on her door. TV Girl is still playing quietly from her car speakers when she cracks the window, stopped beside him across the road, and beckons with her chin raised just enough for her cadence to seep through the opening, “Do you need help?” 

“Yes, yeah, I—“ the man makes a quick glance towards the side of the road where vehicles would be incoming, a sharp turn of his chin, and then a step towards her parted window as Y/N twists over the volume toggle. “I just— my car broke down,” he raises an arm and points towards the dirt clearing that slips into the field, “I was coming this way, and my phone’s died—“ 

He pauses, shaking his head down at his converse, his voice a baritone croon with charming, foreign dialect, “I know this is so odd, and you probably don’t want a stranger in your car. But f’you could just order an uber or something, I could give you the cash for it?” the girl watches his ring-clad palm disappear into the front pocket of his denim hastily, only to retrieve a wallet, “—If that’s alright?” 

Y/N doesn’t do hitchhikers. 

And still, her pupils rove over the charming stranger, trailing from his soft dark curls, swiping over his lashes as his head ducks, down the slope of his nose, to the cushiony pink of his lips. Irises graze down his neck and catch a white tee under the collar of his cream pull-over, and they brush down his denim, to his battered, white converse. The young woman watches his hand stretch out, cautiously, a wad of neatly folded cash cupped by pads of fingers with short, yellow-lacquered nails. 

“No, don’t— …I can give you a ride,” Y/N tells him, her tone soft as her gaze wanders over his frame. 

A downward shift plucks at the corner of his plush mouth and his jaw flexes, a hesitant look shaping over his features, “It’s— I couldn’t— s’like a thirty minute drive, and I don’t wanna take you out of the way…”  

His large hand is still stretched out toward her, and she admires the cross inked over the back of his hand, on the fleshy area between his thumb and forefinger. Her brows pinch together, and the window whirs as the glass partition sinks. The girl raises her hand and points back with her thumb. 

“Are you going in that direction?” 

Wordlessly, the attractive stranger nods — a single dip of his chin. 

“I’m going that way, too. I can give you a lift.” 

Another look of hesitancy flits over the curly-haired stranger’s face, a soft, dubious touch to his facial features. He purses his strawberry mouth. 

“If you’re sure.” 

Y/N doesn’t do hitchhikers. 

And still, she slips her hand over the unlock button, and the doors click to signal unshuttering as the man culls his wallet and stuffs the cash back in, sticking that back into his jeans. She watches him wind around her car, his gait trailing behind, and her eyes follow his side profile, bathed in the red of the brake lights, through the rear-view. The passenger door slips open. She rolls her window the rest of the way up. 

“Thank you,” the man tells her in his low baritone, raking fingers through his curls as he slides into the seat beside her and shuts the door. 

He smells heady and fresh — expensive. But it’s not overpowering, by any means. A blend of tantalizing notes; cologne blotted in increments that mesh well with his natural musk. The pleasant scent is the first thing she notices when he climbs into her vehicle. The second is the sculpt of his side profile — lengthy lashes over the crest of his cheekbones, his nose, a plush, pink mouth, a stray curl splayed over his forehead. He’s a little older than her, at least by a handful of years; there’s this innate, aged quality to him, and she can witness it in the shape of his features, in the soft dusting of stubble over his jawline. Y/N catches glimpses of his side profile discretely as the music track shifts, eyeing the bob of his Adam's apple as he cranes his neck back against the headrest. The screen over the center console reads 1:02 AM. 

“Long night?” 

It’s a shit attempt at small talk, but the young woman turns the wheel in her palms, hopeful that the man is interested in something more than an awkward silence, sparsely filled with the mellow keys of electronic-indie leaking from the speakers. She heard him expel a breath more than she sees it in her peripherals, and as the car embarks on another U-turn, he tells her, with laughter suffusing his cadence, “Yeah. Yeah, s’been a long night.”

She does make out that he pivots a bit towards her, and his tone is earnest when he says, “But it’d be a little longer without you, I think. Thank you, again. Feels like I can’t say it enough.” 

Her mouth quirks softly. The young woman keeps a haphazard left hand on the wheel, vision bouncing from the poorly illuminated road ahead and the phone in the cupholder. The LED display lights alive as she swipes her thumb over the lockscreen and toggles onto the maps app, cueing him by nudging the electronic in his direction. 

“Um. If you could just type in the directions— I’m sort of shit in these parts, to be honest.” 

She casts a brief gaze toward him and sees a soft divot pinch into his cheek as the corners of his mouth crook up. His fingertips, warm and rough — calloused — brush over the back of her hand with the handoff, and then his thumbs are working over the screen before an address and a winding blue line of directions with an eta of thirty-four minutes teems the screen. 

“Hi, by the way,” the man says in his honey-smooth cadence, “My name’s Harry.” 

“Hi,” Y/N grins, shooting a bashful glance into the attractive stranger — Harry’s — direction, before fixing her irises up ahead. “I’m Y/N.” 

“Y/N,” the man parrots — God. She could listen to him drone on about the most monotonous topics in that voice. He doesn’t. Instead, he uses that same timbre again to say, “S’a pretty name.” And she has to ignore the flurry of butterflies that swarm her innards at the entirely innocuous compliment and the heat that suffuses her cheeks. “Are you from around here?” 

“Ish. Sort of,” she slows at a curve through the field. Her brows pinch, “I mean, I’ve lived here for a bit now, but I moved from Oregon.” 

“Oregon? That’s sick. Any particular motive?” 

Y/N lifts a subtle shoulder, because there isn’t. She pauses before she answers. “Dunno. Just needed a change of scenery.” 

Harry twists the ring over his pinky and nods down at the motion, lips pursed with intrigue, “Adventurous.”

The young woman’s mouth crooks, because he’s, evidently, from the opposite hemisphere.  

“That’s admirable,” the man motions with his chin. 

Her mouth is still smiley when she rounds another curve, in the opposite direction, and mirrors his dialogue, “What about you? Any motive?” 

“My motive?” his inflection is cheeky and playful, “You don’t think I’m a native?” 

The girl makes a wry sound of amusement; an obvious inclination of disagreement. The handsome man grins, all raspberry-tinted lips and friendly teeth. “Just …visited, and never wanted to leave,” he declares with little expansion on the topic. Simple, short, sufficing. 

There’s a little moment of lull between them when she straightens the car out and the track slips into the chorus. 

Harry shifts in the passenger seat and asks, in that same deep timbre she could sink into and drown in, “Where are you headed from?” 

Where is she headed from? Y/N blinks at the road ahead, digits flexing over the steering wheel. Truth be told, it’s a late hour to be out and about, especially in this deserted neck of the woods. Every cozy little farmhouse in these plains, distant beyond the fields of grass, has lights off. No other car passes. 

“I was on a …date,” the young woman tells him. 

Harry nods and swivels in his seat to face her a bit. “Good date?” 

Y/N pauses, the fragments of the story rolling around behind her skull. And truth be told, …it wasn’t a very good date. But it wasn’t a date to begin with. In all honesty, she’s not about to tell this attractive stranger that she’d driven forty minutes for a routine hook-up with an old tinder match, only to be stood up outside his door. 

He was a character whose path happened to cross with hers for purely carnal purposes, and their flings were like rolls through seasons, rendezvous blotted into her timeline where either had a smidge to make room. She’s not going to talk about that. It’s piteous, basically. The young woman doesn’t risk side-eyeing him. This man seems like he’s well off in that department, and she doesn’t want to discuss her shit intimate life and the way that Cody decided, last minute, that he was more interested in going out for miller lites with his buddies than entertaining the idea of sleeping with her. 

He didn’t even have that impressive of dick game anyways — that’s the brutal candor. It wasn’t that he had this particular lack of satisfaction guarantee, but the sex was okay. It didn’t tick all the boxes or leave her fulfilled, not in the real sense, but it was sex, and it was decent. Maybe the most brutal part is the way she’d driven all the way to see him, even knowing that the sex wasn’t going to be top notch. 

Apparently, her silence stretches too long, and the pause gives away the answer she mulls tactics over hiding. 

“Bad date,” the girl hears from beside her — it’s in this thoughtful sort of way, like Harry’s slotting puzzle pieces together in the lull.   

Y/N shifts her fingers over the wheel, the sound of skin sliding over leather meshing with the starting notes of a Cage the Elephant track. Her thumb toggles over a button on the wheel. She skips it. 

“No,” the girl responds, eventually, but she doesn’t even sound fully convincing to her own ears. There’s this high note to her cadence, and she hears it in her own waver of honesty. She wants to cringe up, a little, at the sound. “Not …bad. Just. Well, you know. What about you?” 

For the first time since she’d gotten back onto the road, Y/N casts her gaze to him. A glimpse, a twist of her chin, enough to take in his side-profile for a smidge of a second, more in a way to incite switching the topic and pivoting the point of conversation than the inconspicuous stare she’d made appreciating his features. The corner of his plush mouth curves up, and he makes a little sound; a puff of air through his nostrils like he’s bridling mirth. 

“Was my date bad?” Harry says, in this playful sort of way. Like he’s teasing her. 

“No— your— whatever you—” 

Y/N huffs. She rolls her shoulders back against the seat, a heat teeming over her cheeks. Why was she so nervous? Why did he make her so nervous? Harry makes another sound of amusement, the cushion of his lips unsealing to display straight white teeth. 

“I was at a friend’s,” Harry expands, opting to stop drawing out the teasing, enough for Y/N’s shoulders (that’d grown rigid) to relax a little against the seat. “Was actually having a good night, believe it or not. And then, you know.” 

Unfortunately, she does know. He’s sitting in her car, after all. 

“Do you know what went wrong with it?” she ponders. 

“Well,” Harry the pads of his fingers over the door, and it takes every fiber in her not to sneak a glance at the motion, not to admire the yellow polish, washed with darkness, dim in the car, “the check engine light was on for a bit, to be honest. But— no,” the man pauses with a little simper, shooting her a glance, “Cars aren’t my specialty.” 

They talk about loads of things — she learns all about his friends and the sort of outing they’d had (game night it’d been, Uno, and he’d beckoned her opinion on a debate that’d arisen — whether a draw four could be stacked onto a draw two). That had spawned another conversation on card games —

(“Is it like Go Fish, then?” 

“No,” she snorts, “not at all.” 

“Not at all?” 

“There’s a board and it’s— more complicated.” 

“There’s a board,” Harry parrots, shifting with his elbow brace on the center console like an armrest, “And it’s just, like. Cards, like, in a deck of cards?” 

“You’ve never played cribbage?” Y/N repeats in disbelief.)

She learns about his job, and his cat, and his collection of vintage vinyls. He’s amiable, and he answers every question she directs his way with this smooth sort of charm. He’s easy to talk to, and the span of the drive cuts shorter and shorter through intriguing conversation. But she leads the way for the majority of the inquiries. 

It’s not until they’re at the halfway mark before he asks his own, rather than redirecting one of hers. 

“Can I ask you something?” Harry drums his fingertips over the plush of his mouth, and Y/N struggles to fix her eyes back onto the road once she’s spared him a glance. 

It takes her a second to hum out an agreement, too. 

“It was a bad date, wasn’t it?” 

The girl expels a breath and drums her fingers over the wheel, casting her gaze onto the screen of directions. 

“It wasn’t even a date,” she confesses, “he was like—“ she blinks, lashes fluttering as exasperation at the reminder leaks through, “A tinder hook up, and we didn’t even end up hooking up.” 

Before he can interject, Y/N tacks on, begrudged, “He wanted to hit the bars with his posse of Mag-con wannabes, instead.”

And then there’s this sort of pause that has Y/N thinking that maybe she’s overshared. The man with the sun-polished nails isn’t an old friend she’s having a gab with, catching up on the phone — he’s a stray man she’s plucked up off some deserted road, and if he judged her for her choices, it’d kind of be justified. Namely, the one where she’d driven out in the middle of the night for impromptu cock. 

And anyways, this all feels a bit surreal — the beginnings of a therapy session with a stranger who’d hopped into her sedan for a lift, filling the void of a psychologist in a great, big leather armchair.  

Except Harry sounds earnestly disbelieving when he says, “You’re kidding.” 

She purses her mouth and readjusts her fingers over the steering wheel. “He sort of …canceled when I was already at his door? Forgot to text me that the plans changed. That’s what he said.” 

“What a dickhead.” 

“Mm,” Y/N hums. 

“He’s a moron for passing up the opportunity,” Harry tells her. It’s not in an awkward way, or anything creepy, either. He’s got this air to him, she finds — an ability to make a comment like with effortless delivery of charm. He’s not even looking at her when he says it, only risking her a brief glance that she catches in her peripherals. She still side-eyes him from her seat in surprise, the edges of her mouth curling up bashfully. 

“M’serious,” Harry says, dimples pinching into place beside the upturned-curl of his plush mouth. 

And the thing is, Harry is so friendly. He’s kind, and interesting, and despite the way Y/N had assumed allowing for his presence in her car would be the world’s greatest chore, she’s pleased to be in his company. 

That’s why she lifts a wry shoulder and tells him, “The sex was bad anyways.” 

The man’s face pivots to face her, then. “Yeah?” he coaxes for expansion in his molasses-slow croon of a timbre. 

“It was just a little boring.”

“Boring?” 

“Not— maybe not boring. Just, you know. There was nothing…” Y/N drums digits over the steering wheel, “I don’t know.”

The man beside her clears his throat. 

“Was he a missionary in the dark type of bloke, then?” 

“Yes,” she responds, almost instantly. Because missionary in the dark is, perhaps, the best way to describe Cody’s sexual nature. Down to the T, practically. She can’t fathom how many times she’d lay there, hoping he’d switch up into something different, something where his hands weren’t resting shallowly on the bed sheets beside her shoulders, something where his face wasn’t tucked into the crook of her neck, his mouth biting back everything but soft hisses of air as his hips rocked at an mediocrely slow pace. 

Harry’s mouth quirks. 

“But not even that, it’s like. He wasn’t bad at foreplay, or anything. It wasn’t the best. But, you know. It was all sort of… plain.” 

The young woman pauses before she continues with an apathetic, one-shouldered shrug, “And there’s nothing wrong with plain. It gets the job done, and, you know. That’s what some people like.” 

There’s a shift in energy, from there. It’s subtle, but Y/N can feel it, and she wonders whether the morph is a one-sided experience. It happens with the honesty of the context, with the way she swears jade winds over her figure from beside, with the rasp of his voice beckoning something playful. 

“But that’s not what you like.” 

Y/N takes a second to answer. “No.” 

“What do you like?” 

Maybe that phrase is where it hits her. Where she recognizes that the subtle shift in energy is not one-sided. Not by any means.

Y/N risks a haphazard glance into his direction. 

“Not …that,” the girl laughs. It’s a nervous, giggly kind of sound, but it’s not because of him.  

It’s different now, she thinks. He’d been so timid at first — all bashful gazes through lashes glimmering under the beam of headlights, hesitancy shaping his features. Friendly dialogue — alluring, but curt in anything beyond friendly. This is different. This is blunt and forward. This is his eyes raking over her, this is his tongue swiping out over the plush of his pink mouth, this is his dimples peeking as the corners edge up.

“What do you like?” Harry asks again, a note of flirty, lighthearted amusement to his smooth cadence.  

Y/N sighs, the corners of her mouth tipping up. “I don’t know. Oh my God. Why are you interrogating me?”

Harry laughs. His brows rise, and he tips his chin down so the green sparkles at her. “You don’t know what you like?” 

“I don’t know,” she huffs, good natured. And then she gives. “Something… rough. Something exciting. I don’t know, pull my hair, make it hurt a little. Don’t… lay there in the dark and…” her speech morphs into giggles, “Groan into my ear about how tight I am while I’m laying there like a dead fish.”

Y/N doesn’t know how she ends up pulled over in some deserted parking lot. She doesn’t know how her headlights end up off, how the stranger’s hands sew into her hair, how his lips mesh softly with hers, hungrily. Well. She does know, but she doesn’t care about the details in between. Because he’s hot, and he tastes of mint, and the tips of his fingers press into her scalp and tug a little when they brush through, when he slips a palm over the nape of her neck through the work of his cushiony mouth. It’s thrilling, and it’s sexy, and it’s dangerous, she thinks, but that thought becomes clouded and pushed back to the dells of her mind. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” Harry murmurs when they disconnect, fingers splaying over her cheeks. Her heart hammers in her chest, and his irises trail after the motion of his thumb, bumpily dragging over the side of her lips, all the way to her cupid's bow. That same pad of his thumb pauses and tugs, drawing her bottom lip down to show the slightly parted seal of her teeth. 

And then he’s taking his thumb away and nudging the tips of his index and middle finger, coaxing, “Open your mouth, open your mouth.” 

The pads of his digits meet the tip of her tongue and prod in, brushing over her taste buds, until he’s tapping onto the center of the muscle and crooning, “Stick it out. Tongue out for me.” 

A little hum escapes her, plucking at her vocal chords when she complies, only for him to trace further with his fingertips and nudge until he strokes the back. He holds them there and makes a little motion with his chin and a soft tut when her irises stay pinned on him, glazing with a sheen of watery protest at the depth of the intrusion. 

“Ah— don’t you gag,” he tells her softly, every syllable of every word coated with these notes of dominance that almost seem …innate — like the headspace is a pair of shoes for him to slip into with ease. 

It’s filthy, it’s so filthy — this stranger’s fingers in her mouth, this man she’s never seen a day in her life, a complete, nameless stranger, not even an hour prior, prodding into the warm wetness behind her lips. And her, following his aimless direction, just to please him. She doesn’t gag through the way his fingers crook, her tongue twitching and her throat bobbing, her sight growing blurry with the coating of sheen. It’s worth it, immensely, when Harry hisses out a soft curse and groans softly, his brows pinched. 

It’s worth it when he takes his fingers away, and Y/N’s jaw is coated with her drool, when her tongue is still out, when Harry says, in this soft, strained voice, like it’s praise, “Christ, you’re a filthy thing.” 

She finds that this impromptu rendezvous sort of gives her whiplash. She’s parked in some empty parking lot with her lights off, and an alluring stranger’s just untucked his fingers from her mouth. Maybe someone would deem this a new low — having a shag with some hitchhiker she’s scooped off the side of a back-country road. But he’s eyeing her like she’s prey, and he rolls from one action like pages flitting and flipping in a book, and every detail keeps her on her toes. She can’t keep up. Y/N pants wetly, like she’s not sure whether to slip her tongue back into her strawberry mouth, because she’s not. 

Not until he swipes another thumb over the tip of the lax, twitching muscle and beckons, like he’s a little amused, “Aren’t you?” 

Slowly, her tongue retreats, and that’s when his hand slips and cups over her throat, and that’s—

Her pulse thunders like it’s straining to beat out from below her skin, and Harry adjusts his grip, that same, wet thumb drawing short, slow lines over the point like he wants to test the race of her heart, like he wants to know that the pattern has skyrocketed since his palm has made homage over her windpipe. The man hums, pupils trailing and lingering slowly. 

“Tell me—“ Y/N shifts in her seat, spine straightening out against the cushion, and something wracks down every individual knob when his blown gaze pins her the same way his palm pins over her neck, “Tell me you’re my filthy plaything.” 

The press of his hand isn’t harsh by any extent, not until she parts her lips to answer — that’s when he nudges a little firmer. A little harder. He cocks his head at her in this condescending way — like her stifled sound of surprise entertains him, like the subtle, almost unnoticeable jolt of her eyelids, widening, pleases him. Judging by the slight quirk at the edges of Harry’s plush mouth, it does. 

Her tummy coils with unanticipated desire. This feels almost scary. This feels like traipsing over a rope, like teetering over dangerous territory, and the sudden spike of adrenaline only has her thighs clenching together harder. Because this is sweet Harry, the friendly hitchhiker, in his cream sweater with his nice smile, and his charming dimples, and his loose, clean curls, with his warm palm cupped over her throat and the pad of his thumb digging into her pulse. He looks fucking hungry. 

“I’m—“ her statement’s muzzled by the press of his hand, an increase in only a slight increment. It’s enough to wrest a garbled sound from the back of her throat. He tips his head. 

“What’s that?” 

“I’m your…” she pauses when he presses harder, again, and this time’s enough to have her feeling lightheaded, her bleary eyes wandering over his face and every muscle of her face battling the light flutter of her lashes. She thinks a dimple peeks from his cheek. Harry lets up.

Y/N siphons breaths like her lungs have been deprived for ages, and not just partly for the timespan of a short fifteen seconds. Still, his palm is glued over the front of her neck — just there. His thumb strokes over her pulse gently. 

“I’m your …filthy plaything,” the young woman confesses in this pathetic little voice that’d have her ashamed in every other setting. But in this one, it doesn’t. 

Arousal creeps through every fiber of being, instead, crawling through her arteries and settling into her veins like a twisted, dark goo. It thrums through her and sinks through to the trench of her tummy, frothing as chills teem down her back. He’s got this glint in his eye, like a dance around a bonfire in the deep of the night — but it’s just a stray street light that casts its shone as a spotlight when he ducks forward a tad, just enough for it to. When he tips forward, his gaze growing half-lidded, lower and lower the closer he gets, it feels like he starts to siphon every breath from her own mouth as his cushiony lips ghost over her cupid’s bow. Even for the smidge of the second it takes for their mouths to mesh again, it feels like the movement is in ultra slow motion. 

The mold of their mouths together, this time, feels a lot less like she’s got her hands on the wheel — the first time had been almost testing, sweet — something soft that’d shifted into something headier, something firmer. This feels like something he guides, something he takes the clear lead in, from the pace of his hungry lips to the exploratory nudge of his tongue against the seam of her own mouth. Her fingers flex over the center console aimlessly, palm straying, and fingertips catching on a part of his cotton sweatshirt. They twist into the fabric softly when Harry’s tongue strokes over her own. A hand settles onto her thigh. It’s not her own.

“Get in the backseat,” he hums into her open mouth, squeezing over her flesh when she doesn’t immediately comply. He’s got this way of dulling her reflexes, crumbling the semblance of her mind to mush, and Y/N is convinced it has more to do with his touch than it has with the time of night, despite the way exhaustion wears at her tired muscles. “Get in the fuckin’ backseat.” 

When her arms strays and she reaches for the door handle, though, he squeezes at her thigh again, and hums out a displeased note of disagreement. “Not like that.” 

Bemused, Y/N shifts in her seat. A glint of something playful glows in the jade when Harry tells her, “You can find another way, can’t you, pet? Go on.” 

Y/N sits in confused silence for all of three seconds before the man sits back a tad and cocks his head, irises flashing towards the backseat with a playful, little grin quirking at his lips. Like he’s suggesting. 

It takes her longer than three seconds to clamber into the back from the driver’s seat, through the slot over the center console, but it satisfies Harry, evidently, judging by the way he palms over the globes of her backside through her stretchy mini-skirt. It’s not very graceful, and if she was less aroused she’d probably find it in her somewhere to be a bit embarrassed, but. She doesn’t. She wriggles over the cushion, instead, settling back. 

Harry has smarter ideas. He toggles the gear on the side of the passenger seat and sets the whole top of it back, like a makeshift day-bed, and scoots into the back of the sedan through the opening. And there’s not much leg room — not for the two of them, not with the whole back of the seat splayed — and there’s not much room for their heads, either, but they manage to squeeze back, and he’s gripping onto her shoulders and twisting her on his own whim before the young woman has a chance to shift around, herself. 

“Get—“ the way Harry manhandles her with a grip on her hips, (once he’s got her slumped, at least somewhat) — with ease, like he’s flipping a page in a book rather than rearranging her whole position in the cramped space of a sedan backseat — that lights something fiery in the pit of her belly. “Hands and knees, baby,” Harry tells her, grunting softly while her limbs scrabble over the pleather. He pulls her back into him, by the hips as she’s physically molded into it, parroting, quieter, “hands and knees.” 

“Itsy bitsy skirt… so easy to just—” Harry hums, this sort of mischief to his cadence — and it becomes blatantly obvious, the reason for it, when his digits creep under, from behind, and his colossal palms hitch it up, “Oops.” 

She’s wearing tights under it. They’re not the fleece-lined kind, despite the bite of chill in the air outside, but they are there, and Harry spans the pads of his fingers over the barrier like he doesn’t have plans to discard them the practical way. 

He doesn’t. The man stripes a fingertip down her core, from behind, over the fabric and the faint hue of cheeky purple that peeks through, and makes this devious sound of mirth when her whole body twitches. And then he draws the same fingertip back up, in the same line, and nudges a bit. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” Harry coos. The third, slow drag has her arching her hips back. “Hm? What am I gonna do?” He takes almost a thoughtful second, tongue peeking out to swipe out over the cushion of his pink bottom lip, before Harry splays his palms over her bum, “Pretty girl… pretty arse…”

And it’s so calm — he’s so calm, so casual, so nonchalant — Y/N doesn’t even sense it coming until he sighs, and then he’s digging the tips of his digits into the nylon, stretching it from her core, and just tearing. Casually. Nonchalantly. The sound of fabric ripping apart coaxes her jaw to slip open, and her pupils stick to the inside of the door, unblinking, as he just tears, and tears, and tears. 

And she’s not even upset, is the thing. She’s not irritated that this stranger’s just torn the crotch of her tights apart — she can’t be, not when he hums devilishly and strokes over her core, a layer closer. Maybe that’s pitiful. Maybe that’s sad, that she’s so fucking horny that she doesn’t care that her tights have been split open with no prior discourse on the topic, but this direction of impulse — the way she’s not even able to try and guess his next move, it kindles something hot and hungry. 

And if she ever has Cody to thank for anything, Y/N thinks maybe it’d be that he’d inspired her to shave and slip on a pair of decently attractive underthings. 

“These are pretty, too,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the crotch of the thong, just over one side. The young woman gives this dreamy little sigh and arches back up into him further. “What d’you want, sweetheart? Want me to give some attention …here—“

Her spine jolts when he nudges the pad of his index right up against her clit, lightly, over the purple fabric, “Maybe? Is that it? Eager girl.”

He draws a featherlight circle over it, and then another, and another until her thighs are trembling. The tip of his digit taps. She nudges back, and he takes it away altogether. An amused sound slips from his mouth.  

“Say please,” Harry demands. 

Y/N jumps as his fingertips trail to her inner thigh, crooking and tickling in the line they draw. 

“Please.” 

Again, he makes a disapproving tut, and Y/N rolls her cheek onto on a forearm, tucked over the seat. 

His eyebrows climb up his forehead, and his fingertips drift up and down the back of her thigh, drawing closer and closer where she needs him most with every lap. Each word is covered with notes of firm dominance. “Not like that. Like you mean it — like you’re pleading.”

Y/N mulls over the words, her heart thundering. 

“How d’you beg?” 

It takes a second for his words to sink in, but then when they do, she croons out, softer, more desperate, “Please.” 

There’s a soft sound of a breath being expelled, the seat crinkling quietly as, she assumes, Harry sits back on his haunches, head ducked. Like it’s not good enough. Her tongue traces out over her lips and she beckons, “Please, please,” each plea prompting a spiral of unfamiliar humiliation — glazed with arousal — to unfurl. 

“Please, please, please—“ each word emphasized with a rock back of her hips. And finally, he touches her. 

His palm cradles a cheek, and he doesn’t sound even slightly impressed. Instead, his voice comes out exasperated when he tells her, “That’s not convincing. You’re desperate. You want something — you need it, you’re pleading.”

“Please— please—“

“Louder,” he scoffs, “Beg. Beg.” 

“Please,” she tries, desperation creasing her voice strained on the syllable, and Harry drags fingertips, airy, across her inner thigh, from bottom to top. “Please, please, please—“

And finally, something clicks. Something slots together, at some point, when she ditches the inhibitions and her cadence starts to border on a delirious sort of desperation. Finally, something works. 

“That’s better,” Harry says softly, swiping his thumb over her clit, “Much better.” 

She doesn’t pick up on that, though, and she’s still begging, pleading, quietly. Quieter, quieter, quieter — the words growing more sparse the longer he spends time honing on her clit, the firmer his touch becomes. 

“Good girl,” Harry coos, his fingertips latching up under the hem at the crotch of her panties, before he tugs, “Good girl. You ask nicely, and I’ll give it to you. S’that easy.”  

He slips a thumb against her gushing entrance and drags it down, tracing careful shapes over the bud of nerves, before he tugs down on the hood and emphasizes on the new exposure by reigniting the touch with the thumb on his opposite hand. Two hand task — very dedicated. 

“S’this all for me?” the man teases, pinching her clit, lightly, between the pad of his thumb and the side of his index. He sounds a little self-satisfied when he declares, quietly, “I’m flattered.” 

Her lips part as a silent, breathy moan wrests from the back of her throat. It happens when the pad of his long middle digit prods at her entrance and nudges in. The thumb on his other hand sweeps, side to side, over where she’d most sensitive, and he stuffs into her further. And they are lengthy — his fingers. She’d seen them drumming over the center console, and smush over the raspberry tint of his lips, felt them coat her tongue, and felt them press against her throat. They can reach further than her own, crooking against her spongy walls, curling when he adds a second before straightening out and scissoring for the stretch. 

“Christ, you’re gushing,” Harry says, and as if on cue, the pornographic squelch of his fingers working crowds the cramped space, “Jesus— d’you hear that?” 

Y/N buries her face in her arms to muzzle the little sounds of bliss that he pries from her mouth. It’s not until he’s proper fucking into her with his digits, the pad of his thumb dragging tight, little circles over her clit, that those sounds escape her. And when they start, they pour in a flood. Because he works so expertly, so deftly — from the pace, to the angle, to the way he hones on her clit with his other hand, and the filthy dialogue he spews in his honey-smooth baritone. It’s everything, everything, and it prompts the coil in her belly to circle and squeeze, tighter, tighter — a telltale prior to its inevitable snap. She clenches over his fingers helplessly.

But then he just— stops. 

The nudge of his digits skirts to a stand-still within her, and his thumb stops drawing circles, and Y/N just squeezes over him like a silent plea. He makes this sound — this mirthy, deviously pleased hum, like her displeasure at his pause amuses him. It’s pure sadism. 

It’s not until she rocks her hips a bit, a shallow, desperate kind of back and forth, that the amusement seems to slip from his tone. 

“Don’t—“ Harry tuts sharply, taking his thumb off her clit altogether to grip at her hip harshly, “Stay still. Naughty, little minx.”

And she does. She stays still when his voice gets hard like that. There’s a bit of quiet between his snap and the subtle freeze-up of her rocking. Soft breaths sew through the lull, but then he talks again, his tone a little nicer. 

“We’re gonna play a little game, yeah?” 

That’s …intriguing. Y/N shifts over the cushion. His grasp over her hip has softened considerably, but there’s still this humiliating heat that swarms her face at the fact that the crotch of her panties is still tucked against her skin, that everything’s out in the open, that Harry’s practically ogling in lieu of touching her. 

“It’s a bit like Simon Says. Except, when you play Simon Says, you hesitate a little, right?”

The man’s thumb presses back to her clit, and she buries her face in her folded arms. 

“And I don’t want you to hesitate. I’ll tell you something to do, and—“ 

His fingers sink into her, and her shoulders grow tense from the bliss. Y/N muzzles her groan. 

“You’ll do it. Sounds easy enough?” 

It does. It’s easy enough instructions, and when Harry pats at the same hip he’d been clutching over and beckons, “Hands back here,” Y/N obliges easily enough. 

Her cheek presses to the cushion, cool against the warmth teeming beneath her skin, and she lets him manhandle and move her splayed fingers to his liking, arms stretched behind. 

“That’s good,” Harry croons in his low timbre, the warm, lewd praise of it drawing chills up the nape of her neck, “Now spread a bit for me.” 

Y/N does that, too. Her finger pads nudge and press into her flesh, coated with the tights, and her digits crook as the tips dig in to splay — to follow his direction, to please him. And it’s shameful, a pinch in her shoulders as her arms reach back, fingers twitchy, imprinting into her own backside with little divots as she opens herself up for him to do nothing. But his satisfied little hum sends an unfamiliar sense of accomplishment spiraling through her veins. The way his warm palm rests on and pets over the back of her thigh along with it feeds something new and starving. 

“Good girl. There you go. See? S’easy.” 

Y/N makes a little sound into the seat, and her fingers flex as Harry pumps his own digits, a steady rhythm of in and out, paired with a hum from him that sounds absolutely pornographic. 

“Such a good girl,” the man tells her, fingers crooking, but the praise isn’t enough to muffle the bemusement that wracks her when he says in this devious hush, “Let’s try another. Bark.” 

Bark. 

It takes a second for the command to register past the immediate threshold of the pleasure curling in her belly as he strokes at her spongy walls. And when it does click together, his word settling past the membrane of bliss, her initial thought is that she’s definitely misheard him. Because that’s …sort of a ludicrous request. The young woman sounds strewn between groggy and muzzled when she cranes her neck a bit over the cushion and beckons with a confused hum. 

“Bark,” Harry repeats, “like a dog.” Simple and nonchalant. 

Bark like a dog. She’s midway through creased brows, a strained raise of her head, and a baffled what, before the man stills his fingers and takes a grip over her wrist, sliding her hand away. 

And then he smacks her, hard, with his palm on one side, in the same place where her digits had dug in to spread herself open. 

It’s loud, and it stings, and it sends a shockwave through her nervous system, strong enough to have everything buzzing on alert as her forehead pastes to the seat and the parted gap of her mouth struggles to mute a gasp. Maybe the most surprising part is that the hurt feels good, that the sting morphs into something else as it fizzles and ebs, that the hammer of her heart spikes this famished, unfamiliar arousal coursing through her when he doesn’t even bother stroking over the bruised skin. It’s definitely hard enough to leave a ruddy mark under the tights, and Y/N blinks down at the faux leather, wordless and a little gobsmacked. 

And then Harry sighs in this way that’s so …disappointed. And the calmness of his inflection, grouped with the irony of the harsh hit… that has a chill climbing up her spine. 

“That’s not how you play the game, pet.”

He says it in this eerily nonchalant note of disdain, like he’s not just casually tattooed the shape of his hand onto her backside with a blow. Like he expected better. Like it’s a little mishap they’ll gloss over. She doesn’t even realize she’s still got a vice clamped over his fingers until he shifts the digits in her, coaxing her core to flutter around him. Harry sighs again. 

“Did you forget the rules, baby?” he asks, cadence soft and basked in condescension. The man strokes over the heated skin, the same spot where Y/N is sure a subtle welt has peaked to the surface below the thin veil of the sheer tights, “I tell you to do something and you do it, right?” 

Her knees are starting to ache a little, a soreness settling into the joints, but she doesn’t even mind it when his fingers pump again, slowly. 

“That’s how the game goes. Right? I need an answer.” 

She makes a soft sound. A little sound that’s not protest. A little sound that’s not outright agreement. It’s a whimper into a void, but everything about him and his touch lights something alive in her. And she wants more. She’s dizzy off of it when she manages out a breathless, “Yes.” It’s a short word that comes out in a breath, like she’d been holding the air in her lungs. 

Maybe that’s why she’s dizzy. 

“Are we on the same page? Let’s try again, then. Bark.” 

Y/N shifts over the seat. The hand he’d moved has splayed helplessly to her side, and the fingers curl and uncurl as the weight of the suggestion hits her. Because that’s— it’s humiliating. It’s demeaning, and it’s strange, and the fact that he demands it has the tips of a fire licking up at her insides. The young woman makes an uncharacteristically pathetic noise. 

Harry sighs. 

The split second of hesitation is enough, apparently, for another slap, just as hard, in the same spot. It has her rocking forward and clenching over his digits again. Harry’s quick to correct her posture with a hand on her hip, guiding her back in a way that lacks gentleness. 

“I said, bark.” 

This time his voice is harder. Meaner. Y/N gives. 

She gives because the tips of his fingers prod at this heavenly spot inside her, because her skin smarts in a way that has her practically drooling, because she’s dizzy, and hungry, and desperate. Her thighs are quivering when she gets out a half-hearted woof, her lips shaping over the word like the task is a chore to get out. 

“Better—“ another slap, aimed lower onto the back of her thigh, has her hips jutting and the straight line of her spine twisting up, “—but not what I’m looking for. Try again.” 

She doesn’t even aim to please, is the thing, when her yelp overlaps with another smack. But it morphs into something surprised and deliciously pained, and evidently, it’s enough, judging by the way his touch smooths over the stinging skin.

“Oh, baby,” Harry tells her, his fingers stroking like he’s smudging the pink-tinge of bruising, “That’s pathetic.” 

And it dawns on her then, that there’s no winning with this game. When he tuts and tells her, absolutely patronizingly, “So desperate for it, she’s barking like a stray.” 

It dawns on her that she doesn’t want to win. She doesn’t care, because his filthy dialogue, as demeaning as it is, just draws her wetter and closer. As if to highlight on it, Harry crooks his fingers and tacks on, “You’re leaking all over the seats, pet.” 

And she is, she’s sure. It’s a dirty game he plays, and she loves every part of it and more. It has her writhing when he draws circles over her clit, it has her aching for more when he guides her hand back to her backside with a squeeze and a wordless coax to keep spreading. 

“Gonna let me fuck you?” Harry pulls the digits out, dirtying what’s left of her tights and smearing sticky wetness over the back of her thigh, “Hm? Gonna let me—“ his belt clinks as he unbuckles it, and then comes the soft sound of a zipper, its teeth unlatching, “—fill you up?” 

“Glovebox,” Y/N mumbles, hips shifting back when he pets at her thigh. 

His pupils flit, sticking to the back of her head, before they jump back down to his handiwork. Harry’s tone sounds absent-minded and mirthy when he asks, “What’s that?” 

“There’s condoms in the glovebox,” she expands, a little louder than her prior murmur, bracing on her forearms to cast her gaze back at him over her shoulder. 

And he looks rugged in this boyish, youthful way, then, is the thing. The corner of his mouth jolts, lopsided, and a stray tendril has flopped over his forehead. His hands are on the undone buckle of his belt, and his fly’s down, and he sounds absolutely amused when he says, “Are there?” 

There are. 

“You’ve prepared for this, then, have you?” Harry sets a palm onto her hip, squeezing as a dimple pinches into his cheek, “Condoms in your glovebox …like a proper dirty whore?” 

Coyly, she blinks, cheek nuzzled to the seat, and she watches him stretch his arm out for the glovebox as he knees away. 

“I’m always prepared,” Y/N settles on, softly.

The glovebox slips open. There’s rummaging — his torso turns to face it entirely, and then he gleans a shining, golden little packet, tucked between the pads of his digits. The young woman wriggles her hips. There’s this glint of fiery …something. Something playful, something lewd, something hungry in the jade, when he clambers back over, steadying himself with a palm on her tailbone. It coaxes her spine into a pretty, sharper arch.

“You do this a lot, do you?” Harry teases, “Pick up strange men, let them fuck you?” 

She hums in agreement as the man takes the little gold square, snug between his teeth, fingers working quickly, pushing buttons through slots and tugging his cock out. 

“Maybe I do.” 

He tears at the wrapper with his teeth. She knows, because his next words come out a little muffled. 

“Is that right?” 

It’s not. It’s so out of the norm, so far from the usual, but Y/N would be a masochist to string out the arousal that’d built between her thighs in lieu of letting Harry span his palms over the globes of her ass in the backseat. Harry, with his cheeky smile and his sunshine, short-trimmed nails. Harry, with his denim-tethered bulge dragging over the back of her thigh and his filthy tongue shaping crude dialogue.  

She doesn’t see him as he tuts from behind, but she can picture it; his palm cupped over the base of his shaft as he rolls the condom over and then presses the tip against her teasingly. 

“Wanted to be fucked like a dirty whore, is that it?”

Her “yes” stretches and ebs and splinters into a whispery hiss when Harry nudges forward and stretches her out. And then he’s beckoning for her hands, one hand splayed over her hip and the opposite coaxing at her shoulder, tugging and jolting in gentle nudges, mouth shaping over firm, “Hands, hands, give me your hands — behind your back— that’s— just like that.” 

Barred from scratching at the seats with his firm, warm grip binding the joints hostage, Y/N presses her cheek to the cushion. She slumps into his willpower, gives into him, the smush of her face sweaty on the cushion, jolting with every rock forward. The young woman clenches over him helplessly. Soft sounds slip past her lips, pried out by the nudges of his hips, over and over, again and again. Her fingers stiffen and flex, and the arch in her spine shifts when the head of his cock bumps that delicious ridge so deep in her — and it’s like Harry senses it, the way her entire body grows taut like a string. He goes at that too, prodding, again and again, until a whine plucks at her vocal chords. Every shallow jolt of his hips sends waves of paralyzing bliss licking over her insides. Every nudge forward has her slumping more. And when he talks, Y/N barely registers it over the rush of blood in her own head. 

There’s been little things that fall from his mouth — soft curses and hisses as he slides in, hums and groans when he bottoms out, readjusting his grasp over her wrists. Words, though — now he’s saying words. They’re still in that gentle baritone, this sort of luring croon. 

“Come on, baby. Come on — got a stranger’s cock in your pretty, little pussy—“ Harry’s voice catches on a strained note as he pulls out—

…A sigh as he rocks back in, “—and …you’re not gonna struggle?” 

A warmth stems from his grasp, behind her back, and as if on reflex, her digits crook and flex. The danger of the words don’t even register. Because, yeah, he’s right. She’s got a stranger holding her restrained, rocking up against her, and all that peaks in her at the filthy dialogue is a bud of deranged arousal. She doesn’t shoulder forward though, doesn’t try to pull her hands apart, doesn’t sag forward, not even a little, too concerned that even a minute shift will alter the delicious intensity of the angle. 

“Not even a little bit?” Harry tuts, grinding forward, one more time, slow, and then he squeezes over her wrists hard and picks up in pace. Just until he settles into a hard tempo of short, deep thrusts, and her shoulders are aching from the way he pulls her arms back. 

His words blanket her with this patronizing sort of humiliation — the kind that has her spongy walls pulsing over his length and chills erupting from the nape of her neck to the creases between her shoulder blades. “You make it so easy.”

So easy for a stranger to fuck her — so easy, pulling over in some desolate parking lot. So easy, letting him wrap a palm over her throat and stick his fingers past her lips. So easy, following his every command for the reward of his hips pummeling against her own. 

And it’s easy to get close with the way he works into her, tip bumping into a spot that sends waves of pleasure coursing through every millimeter of her nervous system. The kind that has every muscle stiffening to stone until the wave ebs. It’s so easy to lurch higher and higher, closer and closer, when his touch digs into her joints, rendering her helpless to his crude affections. When strained grunts and sordid words fall from his mouth, when his other hand slips from her hip and knots into the hair, at the roots, on the back of her scalp, only smushing her cheek into the seat with more pressure. 

“Fuck,” Harry groans, the pace of his thrusts stuttering as he picks up the tempo into something merciless, his digits flexing into her hair and his body weight sagging onto her frame. 

Every time his balls slap against her clit, teasing where she wants that attention the most, she feels the spring draw tighter, lips smushed to and gaping against the seat. And then he readjusts his grip, lets one of her hands free while he keeps the other pinned, and he coaxes, “Touch your pretty clit, baby. Make yourself cum all over my cock.” 

Y/N makes it to the crest before he does. It’s her fingertips sloppily winding loose shapes over the bud of nerves, it’s his cock hammering down into her, it’s the pinch in her shoulder, and the way Harry’s grip grows harsher over the hand he still has pinned, the closer he gets himself. The way his digits are still flexed at the roots of her scalp, the way his moans and curses are garbled with pleasure with each pump. The way her helpless fluttering, when she tips over the peak, draws this long, sordid groan from him as he cranes his neck back. And then he slows, ducking his chin to watch below through slow thrusts. 

“Dirty girl, cumming all over a stranger’s cock,” Harry swipes with a thumb where the mesh, toying at the seam of her hole when he goes deeper, again, slow. 

And then his grip on her wrist gets hard again as his fingers flex, and he holds onto her hip and guides her in a steady-paced, back and forth bounce over cock. He chases his own releases, every motion rough, and full of control, and so brimmed with this unfamiliar hunger. She’s mush by the time his head tips back, and he gushes ribbon after ribbon into the condom. She’s mush when his grasp over her wrist grows lax, when he knees back clumsily on his knees, when he discards the condom, wrapping it into the confines of its wrapper, when he fixes her purple panties back over her crotch and strokes over the back of her thigh with an amused huff. 

“Alright?” Y/N vaguely hears Harry say from behind when she doesn’t instantly sit up, his voice bordering on amused. 

That’s. Yeah, Y/N thinks. She’s great. There’s still this rush of blood in her ears, and an ache in her joints that interweaves with the soreness of her muscles, but it’s all in such a good way. She makes a barely coherent hum of agreement and rolls her shoulder forward, planting her palms onto the seat to sit up and glance at the time over the display in the front of the car. It’s nearly three in the morning now, and it hits her then, that she’s so tired. She’s so tired, she feels like every piece of her energy had been strewn up and pulled tight on a rope, and now it’s all wasted away. 

Harry gets it. Or he seems to, at least. Sleep beckons her with a whispery croon and a soft touch. The corners of his mouth crook up, and he pats at her hip. 

“Hop up, pet. D’you want me to drive the rest of the way? S’just a little bit, now.” 

Y/N doesn’t do hitchhikers. She doesn’t let strangers into her car in the middle of the night from some empty road, she doesn’t fuck them in the backseat, and she certainly doesn’t let strange men drive her car to some unfamiliar location, only lacking being undisclosed from its visible street name on the GPS. Y/N doesn’t do any of that. But she nods weakly and lets their roles flip. She’s mid-raising the back of the passenger seat by the time Harry jogs around to the driver’s seat and slips in. 

In the rear-view, her reflection greets with her unshed tears and bloodshot eyes, mascara smudged below. He turns to face her and strokes a hand down her thigh. He picks the same hand up and sets it onto the gear-shift. Switches to reverse. 

The first thing he says from the front of the car, strawberry mouth quirking as his eyes direct to the back-up camera, is, “I’m sorry about your tights. I hope that was alright.” 

When they pull up to the motel, Y/N doesn’t ask questions. There’s only been a span of, maybe, ten minutes passed between the parking lot and their final stop of the night before Harry pulls into a parking spot and shuts the car off. 

He tells her, “This is my stop.” 

Y/N doesn’t do hitchhikers, and exhaustion wracks at every sinew of muscle in her body. She half-expects him to wordlessly hop out of the car. He doesn’t. The man fixes her with a smile, and says, “Could I get your number, maybe?” 

It’s not an odd request by any means, but if she weren’t so tired, maybe she’d ask more questions. Her pupils would wend over the shoddy motel sign, and the shit cars parked beside them, and she’d wonder what the hell they were doing parked in front of some abandoned-looking motel. She’d ask why this was his stop, and not a home. Instead, she pulls a napkin from her glovebox and digs for a pen. She scribbles her digits and hands them off. In the brush of the cool air, from the night, when she clambers out to swap spots with him, she wraps her arms about herself. When she takes a seat into the driver’s side, she expects him to walk away. He doesn’t do that either. Instead, she rolls her window down when he beckons, and Harry leans onto the car and tells her, “Get home alright, yeah?” 

It’s a miracle when she hobbles up the steps of her apartment complex, when she pries open the front door and crashes into her sheets. The blankets envelop her like a warm hug, and she doesn’t even bother pulling off her tights. 

It’s a week before she gets a phone call. There’s no texts, and the morning after, when she’s greeted with radio-silence, she thinks that maybe she’d dreamt the whole thing. 

Her tights, ripped at the crotch, prove otherwise. 

She’s in bed, days later, when her screen lights up with a call. It’s an unfamiliar number, and curiosity peaks before she swipes over the answer toggle. 

“Hello?” 

A gap of silence, a breath, and a familiar, smooth baritone on the other end of the line. 

“Y/N.” 

There’s a little sound of the bedsheets stirring as she freezes up. He’s caught her off guard. A little laugh plucks at his vocal chords, tinny on the other end of the line, like he’s amused by the stretch of lull. Her lips part, the corners of her mouth inching up as she hears a sigh from him that seeps in all the way to her eardrum. But she doesn’t have time to contemplate what to say or how to say it, because he doesn’t let her get a word in before he’s talking again. 

And his next words are not a playful jest at her lack of response, or anything friendly, really. In fact, the confession, said so nonchalantly, causes chills to erupt down her arms. 

“I was going to kill you that night.” 

The chills aren’t the initial reaction. The initial reflex is the crook of her mouth to morph bemused, the pinch between her eyebrows, and this sullen feeling of dread that twists up in her stomach. A laugh bubbles in her chest, because, what the fuck? 

But then he keeps talking. 

“Thought about draining the life from those pretty eyes the second you rolled your window down,” the voice on the other end sighs, and it’s got this sort of …reminiscent quality to it. Like he’s tracing the steps of the night back to its starting point. Reliving it when he tells her, “It’s such a thrill, you know. Taking that from someone. So intimate.” 

The young woman doesn’t make any sounds, kind of appalled by the sick joke. Because it is sick, it’s disturbing, and it’s a twisted way, at the least, to strike up a conversation if he’s …looking to do what they did again. This isn’t the Harry she’d met on that night. This isn’t the same one who’d worn the cream sweatshirt, and talked all friendly with this smooth, wholesome charm — this wasn’t the man she’d let into her car, this wasn’t the man she’d let do all those filthy things to her, in the backseat of her sedan. This doesn’t feel like the same man at all, and she wishes she’d been aware of the sick sense of humor to his character before she’d let him …violate her. Y/N’s just about to budge in with a disgusted comment, tell him off for calling her so late at night to mess with her, but he beats her to the edge of the gap, yet again. 

Except this time, he sounds sort of frustrated, and the phrase comes out like a scolding, the tone of his cadence firm and irate. “Didn’t your mum ever tell you not to talk to strangers? …Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to trust strange men on the side of the road? S’just …bloody stupid.” 

He laughs. It’s this soft sort of chortle she’d been so charmed by that night — it’s identical, except then, it was this sweet sound full of wholesome mirth. Now, it feels cold. Odd and detached. Surreal.

“But you… you made it so easy,” Y/N listens to every word that comes through the line, hanging onto every syllable of the empty threat as dread churns her stomach. His words from that night crowd behind her skull. You make it so easy. “So friendly, so sweet. Just wanted to chat on and on. I was going to kill you, and you wanted to have a shag—” 

Harry tuts. Her heart hammers behind her ribcage, and she only realizes that her breathing has slowed and that her grip on the smartphone’s grown white-knuckled when it shakes against her cheek. She’d let him drive her car. She’d let him get into her car, she’d let him lure her into pit-stopping in a deserted parking lot, she’d locked the doors, and dimmed the lights, and let him open her up with his fingers and his cock. And then she’d let him drive her car, and take down her number. There’s a moment of mortifying silence.

Harry sounds deadly serious when he tells her, “Don’t you ever pick up another hitchhiker.”

The line goes dead. 

Y/N calls back. The number she reaches belongs to a payphone, unanswered.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 18: Harry Warden

Day 18 coming right up! As always I hope you all enjoy <3, I will be honest though and say it has been forever since I've actually watched my bloody valentine so I'll try my best to do harry justice here.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Soft baby boy. Checks on you multiple times and makes sure you have anything and everything you need. A bath? done, A drink ? done, A snack ? done. Literally ask for anything and this man will run to the store if you don't have it at the house.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

After years of working in the mines, Harry is pretty fit. I could see his favorite part of himself being a tie between his chest and his arms as both show all his years of hard work to put food on the table.

On you it's your smile, Harry's been through a lot, but with you he feels like he's at home. Your smile brings a comfort to him he hasn't experienced in forever.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Harry wants babies (If you have the equipment to make them) so always inside you. If you can't get pregnant he'll probably still cum inside just to avoid a big mess to clean but if he does make a mess it'll be a cold day in hell before he lets you clean it.

D is for Dirty Secret:

If he could get away with it, He'd lock you up in the house and never let you leave. The people outside, the ones who let him sit in that mine and almost die, don't deserve to see you or have you in their presence. Your his baby and he wants you all to himself.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

Harry... isn't the most experienced person. You might have to help him along the first few times. He knows what goes where, and how to make you feel good, But in the actual sex department he's a bit lacking.

F is for Favorite Position:

Even though he hasn't had the most experience Harry fucks like a dog. Doggy style is his favorite by far. He likes bringing you to your hands and knees for him. Knowing he can do that to you and no one else can thrills him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He isn't the most serious but he's not really goofy either? He's more so just really soft and fluffy during sex.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

It's a bit unruly since during his time in the minds he kinda lost the will to care for himself, so you might have to remind him to continue with the upkeep of it. If it gets too bad he takes care of it without reminder but don't be surprised if it slips his mind.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

Very romantic, He's all about wining and dining you. He's really into foreplay just to get the two of you in the mood but its the most tooth rotting foreplay you'll ever experience.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He does it every so often. If you were with him when the mine accident happen then he definitely jacked off to the thought of you in the mines to keep himself somewhat sane.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Praise kink: Tell this boy he's doing a good job and he'll cum on the spot whether he's inside you or not. You've made him cum in his pants more then once with this.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

At home in the bedroom. Like I said your his, he doesn't want anyone that isn't him looking at you in any type of way. He would have to end them if they did and he doesn't wanna have to be killing people 24/7.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

The thought of wanting nothing more then to please you is what gets him going the most. He aims to please and wants you to be as satisfied as possible.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

No degrading you, No hitting you or even being mean. He's just not into it and would never even think about hurting you even if it was for fun during sex.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Major giver. He'll let you give him a blow job here and there but he loves giving you oral. If you ask him what he wants to eat nine times out of ten the answer will be you.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Slow and sensual all the way. He'll get a bit rough when he gets desperate but he wants to make love and make the most of it.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

He hates quickies. Why would he go for a quickie when he can give you the actual real full fledged thing. If you like them that's fine but don't expect him to like them.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He'll experiment within reason, Like if it's something that may hurt you or anything, it's a hard no. However if you bring something up he finds interesting then he'll be down to try it out with you.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

This man used to be a miner, he has all the stamina in the world from doing that for years. He will give you breaks and stop after awhile but he could literally go for hours on end.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

He doesn't have much experience when it comes to toys so if you bring up one night you'd like to try them he's all for it. He might not like every single toy but there are a few he does really like and a lot that he loves to use on you.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He thinks teasing is mean, and he's not about to be mean to his baby. If you wanna tease him just a bit to get him worked up then go for it he doesn't mind but don't be too terribly mean to him just some playful teasing.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He grunts but that's about it, Harry isn't a big noise maker in general and he doesn't talk much either so don't expect sex to be any different.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Soft Harry is soft, he loves cuddles and really anything where he can just hang out with you. So after he runs your aftercare bath expect him to sit on the toilet and have him just hang out with you, no talking, just you and him being together.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

Harry's got a big thick dick, About 8 inches and a good amount of girth to it.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

High as fuck but only for you. He's never felt this way about anyone before and as far as he's concerned the sun rises and sets with you and so does his sex drive.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He waits awhile. He likes to make sure your entirely ok before even thinking about sleeping. He also likes to cuddle and just hold you for awhile too. If you had any doubts of his feelings for you, you won't after this.

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

♡ hey! i'm lizzie. 21. she/her. intp. gemini sun. taurus moon. sagittarius rising.

♡ i also have a blog @crazycat-ladys-blog

♡ requests for one-shots and all aus are open (unless said otherwise below)

♡ what i will/won't write

♡ dividers by @saradika-graphics

my aus!

- ♥︎ consistent uploads (loose term) ♥︎ -

Taylor Swift x Fem!NHL!Reader

Older!Rockstar!Eddie x Popstar!Reader

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Spencer Reid x Morgan!Reader

Regulus Black x Potter! Reader

- ♥︎ sporadic uploads ♥︎ -

Rockstar!Eddie x R&B Singer!Reader

Quinn Hughes x NHL Player!Reader

Quinn Hughes x Royal!Reader

Luke Hughes x Actress!Reader

- ♥︎ discontinued ♥︎ -

Jack Hughes x Commentary Youtuber!Reader

Jack Hughes x Teen Mom!Reader

one shots!

🎀 fluff 🩰 angst 🩷 smut 🌷 social media edit

♡ celebrities!

🌷🎀 Karma Is My Girlfriend | Taylor Swift (has an au)

♥︎ Taylor goes to her girlfriend's hockey game, and Y/n goes to her girlfriend's concert.

🎀 Harry Girls | Platonic!Niall Horan

♥︎ Reader and Niall reunite on The Voice, fighting over the One Direction fans

🎀 'It Couple' | Andrew Garfield

♥︎ Where Andrew and Y/n are the 'it couple' of Hollywood

🌷Marriage Rumours | Andrew Garfield

♥︎ Rumours of a marriage end up to be true

🌷 Dunphy-Styles | Harry Styles

♥︎ Two child stars growing up and getting married.

♡ youtubers!

🎀 Valentine's Reunite | Johnnie Guilbert

♥︎ After reconnecting after a few years, Y/n and Johnnie tell their fans they're friends again by a Valentine's video. With old feeling resurfacing the two have some tension that doesn't go unnoticed by said fans.

🎀 New Set | Johnnie Guilbert

♥︎ Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics

♡ athletes!

🎀 Unofficial Litter Sister | Platonic!Quinn Hughes

♥︎ Luke's girlfriend is sick, so Quinn comes to take care of his unofficial little sister.

🌷Eras Tour Love | Quinn Hughes

♥︎ How will fans react to Quinn dating one of Taylor Swift's dancers?

🎀 In Concert | Luke Hughes

♥︎ Luke brings Jack and a few teammates to his girlfriend's concert

🎀🩰 Moments In Time | Luke Hughes

♥︎ Moments in time during Y/n and Luke's relationship

🎀 So American | Nico Hischier

♥︎ Y/n invites her brothers and her boyfriend to one of her concerts

🩰🩷Second Chances | Trevor Zegras

♥︎ Reader giving Trevor another chance, after his already second chance and a complicated history. Right on the cusp of releasing her debut album

🎀 Caught The L-O-V-E | Quinn Hughes

♥︎ Quinn only falls more and more in love after going to his girlfriends concert

♡ characters!

🎀🩰 Best Friends-With-A Baby | Eddie Munson

♥︎ When a best friends-with-benefits situation becomes a best friends-with-a baby situation.

🎀 Out Of Your Comfort Zone | Spencer Reid

♥︎ During a bookstore date Y/n's taste in books gets Spencer out of his comfort zone.

🎀🩰 History Repeats Itself | Jess Mariano

♥︎ Being a teen mom is hard but without any help it's even harder, after saving up enough she can finally move to Stars Hollow to be closer to her baby's father

🩷🎀 Aftercare | Eddie Munson

♥︎ Eddie believes the best type of aftercare is food

[paulyenvol6]

Unsatisfied

Harry Styles one shot that is basically just smut without plot. Enjoy :)

Contains: adult content (only read if you're 18+), smut, fingering, oral (f & m) receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, soft and mean dom Harry, submissive reader, A LOT OF edging, aftercare, fluff

Wordcount: ~2.00k

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, y/n standing in front of him. „Take your shirt and pants off, love, and then come here.“ She pulled her shirt over her head and then placed it on the dresser, knowing that Harry didn’t like it when she just threw the clothes on the floor.

Then she took off her pants. Harry unshamingly regarded her exposed chest and the rest of her body, that was only covered by a thin pair of panties. „Good girl.“, he whispered and y/n felt herself getting wetter every second.

She approached him and Harry tapped on his thigh. „Sit.“, he spoke and y/n sat on his lap, his right thigh between her legs. He petted the hair out of her face and stroke her cheek. „You haven’t been very good lately, have you?“, he whispered. „I haven’t.“ „I haven’t what?“ „I haven’t, sir.“, she quickly corrected and looked at him with her sweetest expression.

Harry lazily ran his finger over her covered cunt and pressed his digit directly against her clit. Y/n shrieked and grabbed his shoulders. He rolled his eyes in response and grabbed her chin. „It almost becomes boring, sweetheart. Do you want me to fucking punish you? You’re always so needy for me and want me to make you feel good but you can’t behave.“

„M’sorry.“, she whispered and looked down. „I know you are. You’re gonna prove it.“ He pushed her down on her knees in front of him and grabbed her chin once again. „You’re gonna be my good girl?“ Y/n quickly nodded. „I will, please let me make you feel good.“ „Hands behind your back. M’gonna fuck your mouth. And I don’t want any complains or tears. Y’know your safe word and gesture?“ „Yes, Harry. Red and tapping your thigh three times.“ „Good. You’re gonna use it if you need, you promise? Don’t wanna hurt you.“, he asked with a serious look on his face. „Yes. I promise.“

Harry nodded and then ran his thumb over her buttom lip. He was so hard and needed a release so badly. He opened the zipper of his pants and got his cock out. Y/n bit her lip but didn’t dare reach out to touch him so she just watched him, shivering from excitement.

Harry ran the tip of his cock over her lips and then pushed inside of her mouth. He sighed at the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock and started to thrust in and out. He hit the back of her throat which made the girl gag and Harry soothingly touched her hair. „Good girl. Doin‘ very well f’me.“ His other hand held her hair and made her keep still so he could fuck her mouth.

It didn’t take him long until he felt the warm feeling building up in his stomach. He pulled y/n off his cock and stroke his cock, keeping him on the edge. „Where am I gonna put my cum, mhm? Think you deserve to swallow it?“ She looked up to him submissively. „It’s up to you, sir.“ He chuckled and made his decision. „Open.“, he growled and kept going up and down his shaft with his hand while his tip was inside her mouth.

He came and y/n felt his cum shooting down her throat. She choked but Harry kept her still with the hand that was inside her hair. „Fuck. Fuck, baby.“, he moaned and closed his eyes in pleasure.

When he had released every drop he felt his breath slowing down again and he pulled y/n, who had been licking him to clean him off his cock. Her lips were covered with cum. Harry ran his thumb over her cheeks and then leaned down to kiss her. „You were very good, love.“ „Thank you, sir.“

He smiled and then sat up again. „On the bed.“ She quickly obeyed and laid down on her back, excitedly waiting for what was going to happen now. She pressed her legs together to get rid of the pulsing heat between her legs that had gotten worse while she had sucked him off. Harry noticed it and chuckled. „So fucking desperate. Open your legs f’me.“

It was uncomfortable but she did as she was told and Harry crawled between her legs and spread her wider with his underarms. He could clearly see the dark patch on her panties and he once again pressed his finger against her clit. Y/n whimpered and tried to close her legs around him, but Harry forced her open again. „Stay open, m’not gonna say it again.“

He played with her clit for some time and then pulled down her panties. As he regarded her bare pussy he licked his lips. „So fucking pretty.“ „Please Harry.“, y/n whined and shifted on the bed. Harry smirked. „God, I love when you beg me.“ „Please, I need you.“, she whimpered.

„What do you need, honey? Use this pretty mouth and tell me.“ „Need t’feel your mouth.“, she whispered and Harry stroke her cheek. „There you go. Not that hard, is it?“

She shook her head and Harry slowly leaned down to kiss her right above her pussy. He kissed his way down until he softly pressed his lips on her clit and then licked from her hole up to her clit. His eyes rolled back at the taste of her and he softly sighed. „Could stay here forever.“, he mumbled and greedily licked into her while his finger played with her clit.

„Harry, fuck. So good.“, she whined. He switched to licking her clit with his tongue in small circles and the girl arched on the bed. „Harry.“, she cried out and dug her nails in the sheets. „I know baby. S’alright I got you.“, he whispered. When he saw that she was about to come, as her walls tightened and her panting got heavier he suddenly stopped his movements and raised his head from her pussy. Y/n immediately looked up with a suprised look on her face. „What are you doing?“, she asked with teary eyes.

„Spread your legs.“, Harry ordered and took a condom from the nightstand. „Why wouldn’t you let me come?“, she asked, her legs pressed together. Harry looked at her and stroke her cheek. „Cause I didn’t feel like letting you come.“ Y/n pouted and her lower lip slightly trembled. „Quit the whining, y/n. Maybe I’m gonna let you come later. Now spread your legs.“

She did as she was told, still pissed but Harry knew it would stop soon. He stroke his cock a few times and then ran the tip through her folds, stopping at her clit. Y/n whimpered and Harry could sense that she was already so messy and her mind was far away from the edging. He aligned his cock with her entrance and slowly slid in. She was so wet that there were no problems but he still gave her some time to adjust.

Then he started thrusting into her. His hand immediately wandered to her clit, as she couldn’t come from vaginal sex alone. He rubbed her in small circles and y/n fell apart under his touch. „Harry.“, she moaned and grabbed his shirt. „Yes Baby, I know.“ „M’gonna cum.“, she whined and Harry’s hand immediately left her clit. Tears welled up in her eyes and she desperately clung to his shirt.

„No, please keep touching me.“, she cried and took his wrist. In response he flipped her over so she was on her stomach and he started fucking her from behind. After a few minutes his hand went between her legs again to rub her clit, a touch that y/n welcomed even though she was scared that he’d stop again before she’d come. And he did, when he could sense that she was close he stopped his movement again and y/n turned around to look at him. „Harry, please let me come, I need it so bad.“ „No, but keep begging, I like that a lot.“, he answered and gave a soft slap to her ass.

„Please. Please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?“ „If you were good you’d shut up now.“ She closed her eyes and looked to the wall again. Harry then stopped his movement inside of her and pulled out. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but suddenly she felt his tongue on her pussy again. He kitten – licked her clit and she felt like she was in heaven on one side but on the other side she found him incredibly mean. He licked her cunt as if it was his last meal but then once again stopped before she could come.

This time he didn’t immediately do anything after he was done so y/n turned around to see what he was doing. He stood next to the bed and opened his shirt. When he saw the tears on her face, he came up to her and cleaned her face with his thumb. „Sweetheart. It’s alright.“, he spoke while soothing her hair. „No, s’not. You came but I didn’t.“, she whispered. „But m’not done with you yet.“ „You’re mean.“, she pouted and Harry grabbed her chin. „Watch your mouth, baby. M’still the one in control here.“ „Yeah you are, that’s why you don’t let me come.“ „If I were you I’d be good now, so the chances that I’m gonna let you come are higher. Understand?“ Y/n nodded and Harry ran his thumb over her lips.

„Turn around.“ She layed on her stomach again and Harry lifted her hips so she was forced to be on her hands and knees. He didn’t waste any time and pushed into her again. He fucked her at a quite fast pace now and his touch on her clit met his thrusts. „M’gonna cum, Harry, please let me.“, she panted after a while and he soothed her ass. „Hold it, darling.“ „I can’t please.“ His hand traveled to her boobs and he played with her nipples. „You’ll have to.“

Her whole body was shaking and she grabbed the bedsheets. „But it’s so hard, please, I – “ Harry quickly pulled out of her and stopped his movement before she could come and she cried out. „Harry, I - “ „Give me your hand.“, he ordered and when she didn’t move he reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her hand to her back and moved it to his cock. He made her form a fist and started fucking her hand and y/n was too fucked out and powerless to complain about the edging.

„Fucking hell.“, Harry growled and released. Most of the cum painted her back and some landed on her hand as well. He threw his head back and felt his quick breathing. „God, baby.“ It took him some time to recover from his orgasm and then he grabbed her hips and carefully laid her on her back.

Now it was time to take care of her, he really had been mean to her. He removed the tears on her cheeks and kissed her gently on her lips. „Such a good girl. M’gonna make you feel good now, I swear. M’gonna make you come, okay?“ She weakly nodded and Harry kissed his way down to between her legs. He didn’t waste any time now, he just wanted to make her come. His lips wrapped around her clit and he softly sucked on it while his tongue flicked it. After a few minutes her legs started to tremble. „M’gonna come.“, she whimpered. „Yes, come f’me, sweetheart. Come in my mouth.“

Her orgasm was overwhelming and she cried out his name. Her hands grabbed his locks and she pressed her legs together around his head. Harry licked her through her orgasm and then when he had gotten every moan and sigh out of her he laid down next to y/n, pulled her to him and caressed her hair. Then he got up to clean her. Y/n was half asleep and looked at him through half closed eyes. "It's alright, love. I'll be done soon and then you can sleep."

After Harry had cleaned her pussy, he brought away the washcloth and laid down next to her. She was asleep already and Harry soothingly ran his hand over her back until he was in the lands of dreams as well.

[hurts2think]

Uma x Fem!reader with some fluff and physical affection?

🌊Uma x Reader Dating Headcanons🌊

Reader pronouns: She/her

Pairing: Principal Uma x Princess Reader

Plot: Dating Headcanons that leads to a proposal!

Extra: I just did this as headcanons since I really didn't have much to go off of, but I hope you enjoy! Even if this is a little half assed🫶

- You two actually met as teenagers after the barrier on the isle was taken down.

- She didn't really like you at first because she was still getting used to being in Auradon and wasn't a fan of all the royals

- Since the isle came down after you two were both already just graduated school, you never got to go to AP with her but you were close friends with Ben and Mal so you'd often run into her at events

- You always tried becoming friends with her because you really did admire her. Her determination, her capabilities, and being able to lead so wonderfully. And of course, she was probably one of the most gorgeous people you've ever met

- She finally got over her petty feelings towards you just because you were royalty and started to tolerate you.

- After that you two almost immediately bonded. You admitted your lack of interest in ever becoming queen one day and she very surprisingly invited you to join her pirate crew

- Naturally you accepted and ran off together with her crew. It wasn't long before you two admitted your undeniable feelings for each other.

- Harry would threaten you very often about making sure you didn't ever hurt Uma

- You all lived life at sea and going on wild adventures for a long while before you visited Auradon again and Uma was asked to take charge while Ben and Mal were gone

- Uma told you to not stay with her and go back to sea since she knew you never liked life on Auradon. You refused and insisted on staying with her.

- You always supported any of her decisions, especially considering they were always made with helping others in mind

- After temporarily moving back to Auradon and living with her, you finally started to get alone time with her.

- She's very physically affectionate and protective of you

- She's not big on pet names but she calls you "princess" if you're being an idiot

- (Let's say this is the timeline where the Queen of Hearts didn't do the coup)

- You started working at the school, teaching whatever class you wanted. Of course Uma would give you any job at the school you asked for

- She is not afraid to tell you when you're being stupid

- Lots of playful bickering. Pretty much 24/7 playful bickering

- She'll mock you for being a princess but it's all in good fun.

- She loves changing her hairstyle like all the time

- She's a huge hugger. You didn't expect her to be crazy about hugs since she almost hit you the first time you tried hugging her. But after you got together it was hugs all the time

- Speaking of hug, she gives the strongest hugs in the world. You swear she might break your back one day

- She's very very strong, typical for any pirate. She likes to just pick you up and spin you around. Usually bridal style

- Sometimes she does just like picking you up and moving you aside if you're in the way instead of just asking you to move

- Cuddling everyday! She loves cuddling

- While you guys cuddle you watch movies and she never shuts up. Always yelling about how stupid the people in the movie are

- If you guys do have a sexual relationship, the aftercare is insane. She really does treat you like a princess, in bed and with aftercare

- Her facial expressions say everything. If she's disgusted, you can tell. If she's angry, you can tell. If she's happy, you can tell. Her face tells it all

- She's very laid back and casual about pretty much everything but if she's particularly in the mood she gets very flirty

- One time she whispered something not-so-family-friendly in your ear at a royal dinner just to see you try to hide your expression

- She loves getting you all worked up, especially in public. Seeing you all flustered and trying to hide it is her favorite thing in the world

- Then she'll tease you for getting all worked up as if it wasn't her fault

- You guys do argue occasionally. She always wins

- Uma always drags her hands all over you when you guys are alone

- She's not very good at planning the events for school so she usually let's you do all of that with the school dances

- Pretty much the entire school loves her as a principal. She's very fun and not so uptight. Only a couple kids who are still stuck in the old Auradon ways don't like her

- You've tried to very subtly bring up the idea of marriage to her on multiple occasions but she just didn't seem to catch on

- You didn't want to just propose to her because what if she didn't want marriage?

- Buuuut, one day you saw the most gorgeous ring that she would love and you had to get it. So, maybe you were proposing.

- You two have a lot of scheduled dates, usually where you're just alone and one night there was supposed to be a meteor shower so you guys decided to have a night time picnic

- Uma usually does all the cooking since she used to work at a diner and she was best at it so she prepared all the food for you guys

- You decided it would be very romantic to propose at the picnic

- You were extremely nervous but while watching the meteor shower you decided to propose

- Her entire face lit up and she pulls out a ring from her pocket too

- You both laughed and giggled about you both trying to propose at the same time

- She picks you up and spins you around, kissing you, absolutely overjoyed

- While you're engaged she never stops mentioning it to people, always flexing about how amazing her girlfriend-soon-to-be-wife is

- She really loves you more than anything in the world, even with all her snarky remarks, she lets you know you're the most amazing woman she's ever met

[lcandothisallday]

jack harlow masterlist!✨

Blurbs/Concepts

Pranking him with a pretend BJ

Reaction to someone sliding into your DM

Tension turned more

Movie night 1

Goofing around on live

Freezing hands

First date nerves

Jack playing Santa

Playing with his PG ring 2

Making fun of his Rudolph claymation crush

Tattling on Jack

Friends to Lovers 2

Stay the Night

Communication

Jack jealous of Urban and Clay

Jack asks his mom how to know if you’re in love

Late night FaceTime

Silly Childhood Crush - y/n has the opportunity to work with Harry Styles

Aftercare

More like you - in which your daughter starts to look more and more like Jack as she grows

Jack accusing you of losing his PG ring

Naming your baby after Urban

Argument with Jack in front of his friends

Jack’s birthday

Play fighting with Jack

Jack spotting you in the crowd of his show

Princess- your older daughter is jealous of her newborn sister

Rough Nights - Pent up frustrations leads to the boys breaking down in your arms

Jack FaceTiming you late a night after having a bad day

Fics

Hesitant - where Jack asks you to move in

Perfect - late night drives

Funny Seeing you Here part 1

Different Light part 1 part 2

Storm into my heart

I’m Yours

Instagram Live part 2 part 3

Full time Home - Jack buys a house without consulting with you first

Unfair - reader hires Urban for a project (some f!reader x urban)

Glancing your Way - you and Jack keep making eye contact at a party

Red Carpet Lovers part 2 - going to the met gala with Jack

Highschool Sweethearts - Jack discusses on an interview how you and him met

Dancing Queen - Giving Jack head after his Grammys performance

Birthday Girl - It’s your birthday and Jack claims he isn’t able to make it but he actually has a few tricks up his sleeves

Fireworks - Joining Jack in Kentucky to watch the fireworks

Right Person Wrong Time part 2 - Jack has a history with Urban’s younger sister

Lil Secret - where a couple photos of you and Jack surface and he gets asked about it in an interview

Advice - Jack’s mom gives him advice

Moving On - You break up with Jack

Drunk in Love - Joking around on a yacht with Jack

Not that Simple part 1 part 2

Someone Better - Jack is in love with you and he has to see you with another guy

One Bed - Enemies to lovers have to share a bed

Cute when you’re Jealous - Reader is jealous

Hurt - Jack wants to keep your relationship secret

Pretty Views - Reader admires Jack while he reminisces on his accomplishements. Lead up to sexy times

Promises - Reader and Jack used to date and his mom tries to get you two back together

Court Side Butterflies

Wedding Season - where Jack is convinced to bring the reader (the girl he hates) as his plus one to a wedding

Ice Skating Date

jeremy wmcj✨

Blurbs

Couple's Yoga

Post ACL Surgery Confessions

Jeremy sees you at a pickup game and shows off to flirt

Jealous Jeremy

Juice

Fool for you

Silent Treatment

[g-xix]

Sidemen NSFW Alphabet | JJ Olatunji

Girl don't get in debt offering your life out for smut 😭😭. That being said I have just put my mortgage on the line for the Lionesses against Spain, and we did in fact lose. Devastating news. Cheer myself up w a JJ pic tho:

THAT'S THAT FINE MF I BE WRITING FOR 📢📢📢 Alr, enjoy the alphabet tho n suggest who's next xox (link to Harry's NSFW alphabet)

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Both of you are so blissed out afterwards that he can't even think about getting up to do anything. I feel like his style of aftercare is just spending time together afterwards. Once that horny-brain mindset has worn off he's back to just adoring you and sticks to you like un-floured dough on your fingers- hugging you 'round the waist, cuddling and watching movies, pressing little kisses against your face and telling you how much he loves you...

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) He absolutely loves his cock. Yeah, fat surprise that one. Loves his cock just out of pride for what it can do and the effects it has on you. And despite saying he's an ass guy, I feel like he's lowkey a tits guy. Or he loves them both equally. Either way- seeing either of them is always a massive turn on. Loves seeing your ass in leggings and always needs to whack it and run when he sees you bent over- but equally also loves just resting a hand on a titty when you two are just sat down cuddling. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) I think he literally loves seeing his cum on you or in you. Something about it is so weirdly hot for him. I think me most likes finishing in your mouth though- literally asking for you to stick your mouth open afterwards so he can see it on your tongue, before swallowing. Something about that feels so weird in hindsight as he gets his post-nut clarity, but in the moment it feels too hot not to do.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) One time whilst doing missionary he spotted a sort of protrusion in your stomach which caused him to stop for a moment in pure surprise, having never seen that in his life. Pulled out slightly so that he could examine it more, but noticed that as he pulled away it disappeared. Thrusting back in, it reappeared- and placing his hand over your stomach, he realised that it was his cock inside you that he was seeing- the tip pressing against your inside and causing that little bump. Something about that turned him on so much that now every time you do missionary he keeps one hand on that bottom bit of your stomach, unbelievably turned on at the feeling of his dick through your tummy each time he thrusted.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) I think he's made it quite clear he knows what he's doing, and I believe every word he's said about it. He knows exactly what to do and probably knows the ins and outs of your body by heart- all the places that'll have you moaning so loud the neighbours are sick of hearing JJ's name.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Probably missionary just because of how the two of you have slowly adapted it to make it the best. Pillow under your ass so that he hits all the positions you need him in, he can wrap his hand around your neck to choke you how you always like it, and best for him, he gets to see your face and tits each time he thrusts...

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) I think your minds are too horny-filled to think about cracking a joke. All of that comes after the deed, when the two of you are spending quality time cuddling.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) There's hair there but it doesn't matter. He keeps it clean +  grooms it so that it doesn't become overgrown

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Fuck intimacy. He likes being able to make eye contact and speak to you, suree... But it isn't like he's trying to make it romantic. Fuck. That. This man is trying to get as rough, sexy and passionate as it gets. All the romantic loving comes in the aftercare- whilst doing the deed- he isn't focussed on being romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) As much as the two of you like sex with one another, you also appreciate that sometimes j jacking off is the vibe. Thing is, JJ never wears earphones when he's watching something on his laptop with lotion in his hand- so if you're in the next room- you're hearing exactly what he's hearing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Lowkey loves choking. He's generally more dominant and he loves just wrapping a hand around your throat whilst in missionary- gently squeezing the sides, looking down and seeing you with your hands wrapped around his own- almost begging him to apply more pressure. Something about it is just so sensual to him and always turns him on more

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Literally has zero shame. He likes doing it in the bedroom, sure, but something it just so hot about the thought of doing it somewhere he know the two of you shouldn't. The first time he'd had you bent over the kitchen worktop of the new apartment, he realised he wanted to do that shit in every position, in every possible place in the apartment. And it doesn't stop in the apartment. Wherever he could, he would do it with you. The car, hotels, hot tubs- sometimes you wondered whether he was a bit of an exhibitionist.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) It isn't hard for him to get turned on. But generally, it's just seeing you in even a slightly suggestive position, and his mind starts wondering. His motivation is thinking "Hey, we've never had sex here", and suddenly he's got you bent over the kitchen worktable with his head between your thighs. 

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) Pretty down to experiment, but wouldn't try anything properly weird like scat or piss. Would assume that was a joke if it was ever even mentioned, because there's no way he'd do that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Doesn't mind giving head, but receiving it is a completely different type of pleasure for him. I'd imagine he would say on Sidecast "My girlfriend gives the most MINDBLOWING HEAD", which makes everyone on set crack up, but JJ wouldn't be joking at all. This man has his hands clenched on the bedsheet or on the back of your head, unbelievably blissed out which your head wrapped around his cock. Isn't generally very loud or makes many noises whilst fucking- but whilst getting head, he's virtually shouting his moans.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on the mood, but I think fast and rough is the way to go. As said- aftercare is when JJ loves being all soft, but whilst doing the deed I reckon it's a completely different ball game

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) I reckon he loves them. Loves anything to do with sex, and something like a quickie that adds a bit of risk, he's all up for. Plus he always gets kinda turned on seeing you in work attire, and so he always tries to sneak in a quickie before you have to leave for work

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) I think something about risks actually turns him on. Doing it somewhere he knows he shouldn't is like an achievement and he wants to do it everywhere he can. Would he take a risk like going no condom and relying on the pullout game, though? HELL NO. He may be stupid sometimes but he isn't stupid enough to take risks that harmful to the two of you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He's really physically fit, so I'm tempted to say that he could go multiple rounds. Plus oftentimes, he's so blissed out and turned on at the same time that even after he's cum he wants to go another round just because he's THAT horny for it

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Sidemen literally BUY this man toys on videos. OF COURSE HE USES THEM. Often times just tries them once to see how they are, but has kept a few just based on how good they are. Probably finds you after using it and explains whether it's shit or whether "I don't think I've ever felt such convincing silicon in my lie"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) I think he'd love teasing. Little bit of making you wait it out, having you beg- he knows it only makes it even better when he finally gives it to you- and he uses that to make the both of your orgasms just that much better

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Probably some low noises like groaning. I think he's deffo one to talk during sex, and I think he leans more towards degrading than praising. He used to praise more, but you admitted you kinda liked degrading and wanted to try it... Initially he was really bad because he didn't know how to say anything that was degrading but not genuinely mean- but once he started getting into it, the two of you REALLY started getting into it. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Has probably tried roleplay before. One Halloween the two of you dressed together in a couples or a matching outfit, and whilst clearing a few years later, you found them again. One thing led to another and you agreed to try roleplay in them. I think JJ would've taken roleplaying seriously because he was actually turned on by the idea, but you couldn't stop breaking character and laughing because it was too much for you. Ended up just taking off the outfits and having sex without roleplaying, even though JJ discovered a new kink that day

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) Probably big. Around seven to eight inches, average width. He's been CONSISTENT in calling himself a grower not a shower and icl i think I believe it. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) So mf high. Literally, he'll just be doing something and then the thought of sex crosses his mind and suddenly- BAM- he's got a hard-on and is coming to you. Doesn't help the fact he's so attracted to you that he can't see you do anything remotely sexual without his mind wandering.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Doesn't fall asleep afterwards, probs in a good mood afterwards. Can go and get on with his day if it's a pre-work quickie, or if it's post-work, then he'll just spend time with you- cuddling and spoiling you with his love 

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[hazslover]

sex with Harry

18+ smut

intimate (rough at times)

loves missionary (when love making or when breeding)

loves doggy style too.

he has kinks (breeding. bondage. blind folded. public. chocking)

public sex would include: public toilets. dressing room. car. that’s all. not too adventurous.

anal and blowie too. a quick blowie in the dressing room before going on stage. anal in bed obvs. starts with his fingers until your ass is stretched out and ready for his prick.

fucking in front of the mirror.

fucking in the shower.

so good with his hands.

spanking. ass and clit.

vibrators. loves it. in public where he controls the volume. has you begging for him to fuck you in the toilets or his car.

period sex. period blood unfazes him. he loves to make a mess on the sheets. uses his cock as a temporary tampon.

nail scratches and bruises

loves to eat you out. when morning breaks and you’re blinking away sleep, he takes his time to devour your wine. says he needs his breakfast before work. might give him some inspiration. or midday when he just fancies tasting your cunt. or at night. says he can’t sleep without it. on tour. at dinner. at events. he’s addicted.

bruises all over your neck to remind everyone who you belong to. ‘gotta mark you mine.. need everyone to know who you belong to’.

cock-warming too. all through the night cause he’s at the studio all day. or Sunday cause it’s lazy day.

hips rutting. face contorted as he orgasms.

soft moans. grunts. growls.

dirty words like ‘cockslut’ ‘slut’ ‘does it feel good’ ‘can you feel it in your belly’ ‘want me to stuff you with my load’ ‘want me to fill you with it’

nicknames like peach. kitten. baby. love. angel.

devours your breasts.

sometimes scandalous. ‘shh— shh, pretty.. gotta be quiet’

whiny af.

sometimes edges you on then leaves you without an orgasm. ‘didn’t behave. so no coming tonight’.

gets you into sub space.

aftercare is always important. depending on how exhausted you both are, either he prepares a bath or cleans you with a cloth.

pillow talk.

tracing his tattoos.

gentle kisses to his chest. ‘i..’ one peck. ‘love..’ another peck. ‘you..’ last peck.

soft mooches.

loves pressing gentle kisses to your scars, reminding you how beautiful they are.

reminds you how beautiful you look, kissing and touching each body part you hate.

loves it when you ride him. ‘come on, kitten.. show me who’s boss’ ‘that’s it kitten.. right over m’cock’.

loves it when your dom and he’s sub cause he becomes such a baby. all pouty and whiny. wants to be cared for.

and he loves it when he gets to take care of you. get you out of your bubble.

[daaydreamy]

hand feeding subrry during aftercare 💖

your smile is so infectious

summary: y/n and harry during their aftercare routine. 

warnings: none. 

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“Can you remind me to buy grapes when we get groceries?” Y/N asked Harry before popping a grape into her mouth, humming a little tune as she got in bed beside Harry. He was still lying down, tired but in the best way possible, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he tried to stay awake. The duvet was pulled up over half of his body, his skin still a little tacky with sweat and his hair still a bit too frizzy and messy, his jaw just a little sore. 

“Mhm.” Harry replied and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. Y/N was handing Harry a grape, looking over at him as she waited for him to take it from between her fingers. But instead, he grasped her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, making her huff out a laugh through her nose as she watched him eat it from her hand. He gave her a tight-lipped smile while chewing, eyes crinkling at the corners with dimples in his cheeks. 

“‘S easier that way.” He shrugged and he could see her smiling as she bit into a strawberry, eating half of it and raising her hand up to his mouth to feed him the rest of it. 

He gave her a fond, slightly teasing smile, making her furrow her brows as he ate the rest of the strawberry, leaving the leaf. 

“What was that for?”

“What was what for?”

“That smile. I know that smile.”

“Well, it’s just, you know. Maybe you do like feeding me.”

“Right.” She laughed, rolling her eyes. Every single time they did this she would always say that she hates having to put food in his mouth like a goddamn child, despite continuing to still bring food up to his mouth while they chatted about random things in bed after sex, sharing random thoughts while eating little snacks. 

“Just eat.” She shook her head, pushing a grape into his mouth forcefully.

“You love me.”

“Never said I didn’t.”

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[whitemancumslut]

REQUEST ALWAYS OPEN

kiss her & don’t tells= pink

instagram blurb= blue

not released yet/ ☓= red

LONG HAIR HARRY↓

Temporary Fix *

summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate’s girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.

PRINCE HAIR HARRY ↓

Grounded *

summary: in which your boyfriend skips a party to be with you.

Attention Span of A Goldfish *

summary: harry proves his point.

Good Boy *

ask: Subrry so gone that he keeps eating you even after you have already cum and are overstimulated but he can’t stop because he just wants to be a good boy for you 😩 I HOPE YOU ARE WELL

LOVE ON TOUR↓

Harryween *

summary: y/n loves harry’s costume.

Midnights *

summary: in which, harry is horny late into the night.

Orgasm Denial w/ Subbry *

ask: su -susss-sub harry pls mama pls pls PLEASE IM BEGGING BANGING MY FIST AGAINST THE GROUNG

Tripping, Falling

summary: subspace blurb

Happy new year

summary in which harry and y/n celebrate their second new years together and y/n makes a big decision in order to keep her and harry’s relationship alive.

DAD!HARRY↓

Harry’s Daughters

Stranger Things Release + Dating Rumors

Los Angeles Residency 4 and 5

(better together series)

PHH/LHH as a dad

Santa Baby *

summary: In which, the Styles’ family is spending their first Christmas in one their homes, in Y/n’s hometown, Boston.

WORST DADDY EVER

summary in which Angel is upset with her father and calls him the worst dad ever.

LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO *

summary: harry and his wife have kitchen sex

The Start of HS4…

HUSBAND!HARRY

Pregnancy Announcement Extended

Los Angeles Residency 4 and 5

Grammys ‘23

summary harry and y/n are up against each other.

The Start of HS4

SOON TO BE DAD!HARRY

Pregnancy Announcement Extended

NERD!HARRY↓

The Cute Tutor *

summary harry is completely obsessed with y/n. but when harry volunteered to be y/n’s tutor just as an excuse to see her every week, he had no idea having an attraction to someone you’re tutoring would become such torture. but harry is completely oblivious to y/n’s flirtatious manner towards him.

cw: phone sex

BOYFRIEND!HARRY↓

Open *

Best of Friends

summary actress!singer!reader is best friends with the one and only harry styles. many suspect romance between the two… but can you blame them? here are some of their birthday post for each other throughout the years💕 face claim, gracie abrams

Princess Treatment

18+ subspace aftercare with no plot

Subrry x Mean!Y/n

ask: can you please write subrry with mean dom y/n? <33 i feel deprived of subrry lately 😭

Precious *

summary In which Y/n is busy and isn’t able to tend and take care of a small sensitive Harry.

Breed Me *

summary: Harry breeds his wife with baby #2

Sad Harry (blurb)

summary harry’s sad and doesn’t know why.

DAD’S BESTFRIEND!HARRY↓

Beautiful Corruption *

You’re Pretty When You Cry *

CHEATER!HARRY↓

Party Pleaser

summary: where y/n tends to think she can blackmail harry to get what she wants but harry puts her in her place awfully quick by making her plead for a gut wrenching orgasm.

ALL MINE *

PROFESSOR!HARRY↓

Edge of Seventeen

BEST FRIEND’S DAD↓

Relentless *

Better Than Me*

DADDY!HARRY↓

Play Date ft. Zayn Malik *

EX BOYFRIEND!HARRY ↓

BAD KIND OF BUTTERFLIES *

summary:

OLDER!HARRY↓

Relentless *

Better Than Me *

FWB!HARRY↓

SHOULD’VE SAID IT *

summary: In which Harry and Y/n had a situationship a few months back. Y/n gets a new boyfriend who she claims she loves deeply but when Harry comes back and they hook up it makes all of his feelings for her suddenly come back. But Y/n claims Harry is too late.

STEPBROTHER!HARRY↓

WHOSE GONNA BRING THE POP TO THE CINEMA?

ask: HEYYY!! I LOVE your writings! can you please write one, where they fuck in the cinema OR ANY PUBLIC SEX? Either stepbrother h or dbf harry. I don’t care which one you choose, I just want that to happen.

FRAT BOY!HARRY↓

LAST CHRISTMAS

summary In which Harry and Y/n had relationship troubles last christmas and are excited to celebrate their first christmas together.

FETUS!HARRY↓

GANG!HARRY↓

STEPDAD!HARRY↓

PORNSTAR!HARRY↓

LIVE ON TOUR↓

BROTHER’S BESTFRIEND↓