Dalia Monocromatic

But, on this occasion, you had hoped to receive the text to say he’s been delayed. For a distinctly salacious reason.   

A few weeks ago, after a particularly long night and a shared bottle of wine, you’d admitted one of your deepest, darkest fantasies to Harry. 

-

You were tangled in bed, lying face to face as Harry languidly dragged his cock through your tight walls. Your fingertips traced the lines of his face, both the hard slopes of his nose and cheekbones, and the trace hairs littered across his handsome face. 

“Hey, Har?” You’d whispered as you adjusted the leg draped over his hip, pulling him in deeper. He had groaned, rolling his hips at the way you helped him bury himself so tight in your pussy.

“Yeah?” He snarled, dick twitching inside you as you bit your lip, “What is it love?” 

“You know what CNC is right?” 

A groan had ripped through Harry’s chest as he pulled almost all the way out before he snapped his hips deep inside you, evidently, he did know what it meant. 

“Fuck,” he had hissed through gritted teeth, “‘I am guessin’ you don’t mean industrial laser cutters?” 

“No,” you had laughed, pressing your forehead to his as you had scraped your nails down his muscular torso, making him shudder beneath you, “I think you know what I mean, Har.” 

“You tryin’ to tell me something?” He asked as his icy eyes had met your own, blown out pupils hazy with desire and you suddenly felt embarrassed, the fleeting confidence depleted once you’d said it aloud. 

“Forget it,” you’d groaned as you had buried your face in his broad chest, “It’s stupid.” 

As always, Harry wasn’t going to let something like this go without a fight. 

“C’mon, don’t get all shy on me,” he had said, voice low and husky as he began rocking his hips into you at pace, driving soft gasps from you with every thrust, “D’ya want to role play? Is that it?” 

Your head snapped up and you clenched hard around him at the cocky grin on his face.

“Yes,” your admission hung in the air between you as Harry let out a low groan, his smirk turned feral. 

“Yeah?” He rasped as he gripped your hips, rolling you onto your back, still buried deep inside you, “Kinky girl, what do you want me to do? Tell me.” 

You rolled your hips up to meet Harry’s thrusts, whimpering with every slow, purposeful thrust into your wet heat. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you pulled him impossibly close, his broad chest pressed flush to your own as you whispered in his ear. 

“I want you to surprise me,” you began as you pressed a barely-there kiss to the corner of his jaw, “I want you to catch me unawares. I want you to degrade me and take me while I fight back, I want to make you work for this desperate little hole. Dominate me Har, show me how much of a filthy whore I am.” 

Harry’s eyes grew dark as you felt his broad palms on the backs of your thighs, bending your knees over his shoulder as he wordlessly pinned you down. 

“Jesus Christ,” he said with a groan as he picked up the pace, “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he rambled as he filled you over and over again, fucking hard and fast into your tight cunt as you writhed and mewled under him.

“Next time I’m off on tour,” he continued as he dropped a hand down to your swollen, throbbing clit, “Maybe I’m delayed, leaving you all frustrated and alone.” 

“Fuck yeah, Harry,” your voice was barely more than a strangled moan as the pressure in your core built. 

“Then maybe you’re a stupid little slut and leave a window open, yeah?” He continued as his breath came in ragged bursts, he was close, “I slip in and show you the consequences of being a dumb little bitch? How’s that sound?” 

“Yes,” you panted as the degradation short-circuited your brain, “I want that so bad, fucking use my cunt, make me beg, fuck Har!” You came with a wail as Harry fucked you so hard you saw stars. He followed soon after, coming deep inside you with a roar. 

Later, after a shower, a few pints of water and some snacks, you confirmed the details, including hard no’s and safe words. After that, all you had to do was wait. 

-

“Sorry love, traffic was a bloody nightmare,” Harry calls from the front door as you turn to see him stroll inside. 

You can’t help but smile as you see him, his broad chest stretching his plain black t-shirt at the seams. A cloth face mask covers his mouth and nose, and his grey hoodie is pulled up so that all you can see of his face. 

“You back in one piece?” You ask coyly as you close the distance between you, rocking up onto your tiptoes so you can drape your arms around his neck. You scrape your nails across the short, blunt hair at the base of his skull as you push his hood back. 

“Somethin’ like that,” he rasps as he peels off his face mask, “Need to take a shower, fancy ordering in?” 

“Sure, I’ll call while you’re in the shower,” you say as you lean up to kiss him. 

Harry hums softly as his broad hands fall to your waist, fingertips digging into your hips as he pulls you flush against him. You melt into his large form, lips sliding over his as you feel heat pool in your belly.

But it’s over too soon, Harry pulls back with a half-hearted grin on his face as you try not to pout up at him.

“Go on, I’ll see you in a few,” he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before heading to the bathroom. The door closes with a soft click, and you can’t help but feel a little disappointed. 

The evening passes without event, both of you eating your fill and sharing a few drinks before you’re curled up, fast asleep with your head in Harry’s lap. He tries to rouse you but you’re dead to the world. 

A smile creeps over his lips as he pops a small blue pill between his teeth and gulps down some water before carrying you to bed. You don’t so much as stir as he tucks you into the middle of your shared bed. He smiles to himself as he leaves the door open a fraction as he retreats into your apartment. 

He has prep to do. 

///

You shiver, eyes cracking open as you slowly come around. You’re in bed, but you don’t remember falling asleep. The bed is bare but for a fitted sheet and a single pillow. You clutch at the sleep shorts and oversized t-shirt you don’t remember putting on. 

Harry must have taken me to bed. 

You think to yourself as you hear the rhythmic flapping of your living room curtains in the other room. 

“Har?” You call out into the gloom, fumbling for the light switch. 

Click.

You frown as the light stays off before padding into the living room, the bare wood cool on your toes as you continue to shiver slightly. You feel a pang of shame as you walk, your cunt is soaked, your slick folds sliding obscenely with every step. So wet you dip your hand below your waistband to check you haven’t gotten your period early. You frown in confusion as you wipe your fingers in your shorts. 

No blood.

“Harry?” You repeat as you reach the open sash window, vaguely registering that you hadn’t opened it all day. You rub your eyes with the back of your other hand as you turn to face the dark expanse of your apartment, something feels off. You pat your shorts, looking for your phone but realise you must have left it on the nightstand. 

You trudge back into the bedroom, closing the door behind you, your tired eyes missing the dark shadow looming behind the door. 

Your phone isn’t where you usually keep it. You’re finally coming round enough to feel a sense of dread and unease slither up your spine. Then you hear it, the softest brush of fabric as something – no – someone moves behind you. 

The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you try not to react. Your heartbeat hammers in your ears as you try to breathe evenly. You crouch down, opening the bottom drawer of your nightstand slowly as you sense movement behind you. 

You reach into the drawer to retrieve the hunting knife you keep there; you’ve always hoped that you would never have to use it. To your dismay, the knife is gone but before you can panic you see a note in familiar handwriting.

Thought I’d forgotten, didn’t you? Surprise sweetheart, remember to safe word if you need it. The moment you turn around we start for real.

Har

“Looking for something, love?” A gravelly rasp asks mockingly from behind you. You don’t turn around straight away, slowly you reach for something else in your second drawer. Adrenaline is coursing through you still, but you have to keep yourself from smiling now. Gone is the fear, the unease washed away by the comfort of safety and security of role-play.

You’re excited. 

“Look, take what you want,” you say, your voice comes out more even than you expected as excitement thrums through your body, “There’s a safe under the bed, I can tell you-,” 

You’re cut off by a barking laugh. It’s a cruel, sadistic, sound as he takes a heavy, purposeful step towards you. You have to keep telling yourself not to think of him as anything but an intruder. 

“Not interested in your money, daft cunt,” The voice makes your gut twist, it’s familiar, but altogether alien as you slowly rise to your feet. Something about the way Harry’s voice is lower, darker somehow, has your cunt throbbing.

“Then what?” You ask, voice trembling as adrenaline continues to pump through your veins, you know the answer, there is only one answer to that question. 

“I,” the voice starts as you hear him stride towards you, “Want- no,” he pauses as you feel his impossibly large form crowd you from behind, “I’m going to fuck this sweet, needy little cunt,” you feel a gloved hand press against your belly before it slides down to cup your mound over your shorts. His whole hand swallows your sex, his palm pressed against the curve of your pubic bone as three thick fingers prod at your clothed core. 

“Please,” you whimper, “Just leave me alone, I have money, we can go to a cash machine-,” you try and bargain, but a large hand grabs the back of your neck as he bends you forward. You smell an unfamiliar aftershave, cheap and cloying as he curls around you. His familiar scent is concealed but you can still smell a hint of him through it all. 

“You really that fuckin’ dumb? Didn’t you hear me? I’m not interested in money,” he snaps as he presses his groin against your ass, “I’m going to take what I want from you, and if you’re a good girl I might even let you live.” 

You stifle a whine at the sincerity behind Harry’s tone, you almost believe him, which only makes you wetter. His presence is suffocating, and you try your best to feign a sense of dread, but it’s hard when you can feel the evidence of your arousal every time you squirm. 

“Ok fine,” you go limp, gripping something tightly in your right hand as you feign compliance, “Just get it over with.” 

“Sweet little thing, I’m going to take my time with you,” the man behind you says with a sneer as he tries to turn you around, clearly trying to push you down onto the bed. 

But you’re ready for it. 

The moment you feel his grip alter you’re twisting on the spot, using your hips to leverage a wild swing of your right hand. Your blow almost lands and you’re ready to celebrate when a large hand snatches your wrist mid-air.

The base of the six-inch glass dildo stops just short of the intruder’s face. You recoil in horror as you see the black mask adorned with a crude, white skull. 

The ghostface Mask. 

You can see the sick joy in his sparkling dark eyes that seem to bore into your very soul. 

“That,” he punctuates the single word with a click of his tongue, “Was really fucking stupid,” he snarls as he shoves you down onto the bed. 

Your back hits the bare sheet, glass toy clattering on the ground as it slips from your grasp. Before you can move, he’s bearing down on you, his sheer mass smothering you as he traps your hips between his broad thighs. 

“I’m so glad you decided to make this interesting, sweetheart,” he rasps as he snatches your hands and pulls them above your head, securing them together in his left as he slowly trails his right hand down your cheek. 

It’s almost a tender gesture, but you turn your head away, trashing futilely against the weight bearing down on you and pulling hard on the hand that pins you in place. He only laughs at this, tightening it with every defiant tug. You swallow around the lump in your throat as you feel the hard bulge in your assailant’s trousers grind against the damp fabric of your shorts. 

“C’mon,” he growls as he brushes his gloved fingertips over your lips, “Don’t act like you’re not fucking drenched for me right now.” 

“Fuck you,” you hiss as you pant up at him, trying to avoid the way that your clit throbs at the friction as he slowly rolls his rock-hard bulge against your mound. You want to throw your head back and moan at the sensation but you won’t give him the satisfaction. 

“You telling me you’re not soaked under these slutty little shorts?” He asks, taunting you as the harsh leather of his glove trails down your chin. 

You watch as he flattens his palm on your chest, his broad hand pawing at each of your breasts in turn. You have to bite your lip as he finds each of your nipples through the fabric with ease, tweaking them firmly to bring them to stiff peaks. Your cunt clenches and you can’t help the way your hips try and buck up to chase for some friction. 

“See? Filthy slut like you just loves this don’tya?” He says with a laugh as you glare silently up at him. He’s a picture of menace as his eyes rake over your heaving chest and down to where his fingers are now toying with the hem of your shirt, riding it up to expose your soft belly. You want to buck away from his lecherous touch. But you can’t, he’s too big, too heavy. 

“So,” he pauses as the leather scrapes above the waistband of your shorts, “Am I going to find a sopping wet cunt under here?” 

He hooks a finger under the elastic band, and you furiously shake your head. The brush of his fingers on your sensitive skin makes your clit ache. He stretches your arms taut above your head with his other hand as he dips his head down to whisper in your ear. 

“Lying to me will only make it worse,” he warns as his fingers dip lower over the curve of your pubic bone, “Are. You. Wet?” 

You consider lying, but you’re already drenched, not just from before. The way his scent invades your senses, the manhandling, the rough register of his voice. You’re trying so hard not to enjoy this, but your body just won’t listen. 

“Yes,” you whimper as you feel his hand retreat and you almost cry in relief as he chuckles low in your ear. 

“I know,” he leers as he pulls his hand up to your mouth, “Sweet little cunt was just begging to be played with while you slept.” 

“What the fuck?” You hiss, eyes going wide as he wraps his hand around your jaw, holding you in place as you try and squirm away from him.

“Been here a while sweetheart,” he murmurs as you hear him inhale deeply, burying his masked face in the crook of your neck, “You were sleeping so soundly, I bet I could have stuck my cock in that whore pussy of yours and you wouldn’t have woken up.” 

“You’re lying,” you mewl and the thought of him using you while you slept has you breathing hard around a knot in your chest, you shouldn’t be so turned on. Your skin burns with a deep shame as you can’t help but shudder pleasantly.

“I’ll prove it,” he chuckles as you feel the grip on your neck recede. 

You watch as he slowly peels up the bottom of his face mask, revealing plush lips as they turn up into a smirk. You’re about to ask what he means when his lips crash into yours. His thick, heavy tongue breaches your mouth and you’re helpless to resist the whine that gurgles in your throat. 

He drags his tongue along your own, languidly licking into your mouth as he grinds his hips down. You taste yourself immediately and you can’t help but enjoy the familiar musk. He slowly retreats and you find yourself chasing his mouth. You purse your lips defiantly as you scowl up at him.

“See,” he breathes against your lips as he no doubt feels the way your body is reacting, “Sweet, isn’t it?” 

“You’re a fucking psycho,” you spit, heart hammering in your chest as you try and thrash out of his grip once more, but it only serves to make him laugh. 

“Maybe,” he says with a shrug as he brings his hand to his mouth, pinching the leather between his teeth as he gently tugs it off, “What does that say about you, huh? Getting off on a psycho eating her cunt while she sleeps.” 

You feel the heat prickle under your skin at the truth behind his words, but you say nothing, fuck you for being a little redundant at this point. You hear the slap of the glove hit the floor and you watch as he slips his hand back under the band of your shorts. 

You’re about to cry out in protest as you feel his fingers nudge at your clit. Your mind goes blank as you feel the bittersweet pleasure course through your body. His fingers are thick and rough as they circle your slick bud slowly. You let out a breathy whine as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

“There she is,” he groans softly as he slides his fingers lower against the tight seam of your cunt, “Spread your legs like a good whore, yeah?” 

He widens his stance, shifting his knees to give you room to do as you’re told, and it’s like your body moves on its own. The moment the tension on your thighs eases they part, inviting him in. Two of his fingers slide inside you with little resistance and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. 

“Fuck,” Harry growls as he buries his fingers down to the knuckle, “Tight little cunt is going to struggle with my cock,” he laughs as he feels you clamp down on his digits, “You like the idea of me splitting you open?” Another clench has him fucking you faster on his fingers, “Yeah she does.” 

“Please,” you whine as his thumb finds your clit, you don’t know what you’re even pleading for as your toes curl in pleasure. 

“Settle down, pet,” he murmurs against the corner your jaw before licking a long, wet stripe across your cheek before sticking his tongue back into your mouth. It’s disgusting and unnerving but you can’t help but keen, your back arching up from the bed as you quiver in debased euphoria. 

You moan at the way his fingers and tongue are filling you completely, claiming both holes as his own as he ruts his hard length against your thigh. Your orgasm bursts through you, rocking your body with poisonous rapture as you come all over the thick fingers buried in your cunt. 

“Good,” Harry rasps as he continues to fuck your overstimulated pussy with his fingers, “Let it happen,” he coaxes you through your release and you clamp your thighs around his forearm, silently begging him to stop as you ache from overstimulation. 

“Aw, does the little slut need a break?” He coos venomously as he continues to pump his fingers inside you, curling them up against that sweet spot as you weep, your body trembling and convulsing as you whimper for him to stop.

“Please, too much.” 

“Alright sweetheart,” he says as he nips at your jaw, eliciting another mewl from your gaping mouth, “I’ll give this hole a break.” 

You sigh in relief, even though you know he’s far from done, the respite is welcome. You’re surprised when you feel the pressure on your wrists ease, then disappear. The weight on your hips shifts and you look up to see the smirk on his partially concealed face. The skull on it still sending shivers down your spine. 

“On your knees,” the intruder orders as he shifts to the end of the bed, one hand on his belt, “Now.” 

You consider running now, he’s given you enough time and space to afford the opportunity to do it. But you freeze as you flick your eyes to the door and back up into the face of the intruder. There’s a challenge in his cold eyes, one that dares you to try. 

The idiom, “giving someone enough rope to hang themselves with” comes to mind and you swallow thickly as you dismiss the notion. You get on your knees and shuffle to the end of your bed; the wet evidence of your arousal is cool on your knees as you cross the spot where you had just been lying. 

“Good little bitch,” the intruder praises you and you grimace at the way it turns you on, “thought it’d take longer to break you in.”

You say nothing as you wait for his next command, both out of fear of reprisal for not obeying his order to the letter, and to delay the inevitable.

“Even waiting for her next command like a good girl,” he snarls as he cups your jaw with his gloved hand, “You’re going to suck my cock now, if that wasn’t clear?” 

You nod, eyes downcast as you try not to flinch away from his cruel touch. You yelp as his grip twists and he grabs your face roughly, fingers and thumb pressing into your cheeks, as he forces you to look at him. You splutter at the way he’s forced your lips apart as tears spring at the corners of your eyes. 

“Answer when you’re spoken to,” he snarls.

“Sorry,” you whimper, sputtering through your forcibly parted lips. 

“Sorry, what?” He shakes you a little and you let out a groan as you blink away the tears.  

“Sir, sorry, Sir,” you respond, hoping it’s the right answer. 

“Good girl,” he hums as he loosens his grip, “Take your clothes off.” 

“But-,” you splutter, forgetting yourself just a second too late before a hand fists in the front of your shirt. There’s a warning in the way he hauls you up to meet his gaze, your thighs hurt as you try and keep balanced on the bed. 

“I said, strip.” 

“Yes, Sir,” you submit as he smirks down at you. 

Quickly you shed your shirt and you try to ignore the hiss that escapes his lips as your breasts spring free. You awkwardly peel off your shorts and before you can throw them aside he catches your wrist and you cower at the look in his eye. 

“I’ll take those,” his voice is dark as he snatches them from your hand and brings them to his face, “Fu-uck,” he groans as he takes a deep inhale of the soaked crotch. 

You hate the way it stirs something inside you, a creep like him huffing at your arousal while you kneel before him. You should be disgusted but all you want is him to bury his face at the source. 

“Get to it,” he remarks almost lazily as he gives you a sideways look, his face still buried in your soiled shorts. 

You don’t respond this time, unsure if you can even form words at this point. You make quick work of his belt, the quick release clasp makes a loud clinking sound as it detaches. You suck in a breath as you peel his zipper down to reveal he’s not wearing underwear. 

His thick, leaking cock springs free and you salivate at the way his foreskin strains against his tip, smeared with precome. You clearly take too long to get to work as a large hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his shaft as he pins his hips to your face. 

“I won’t tell you again, suck.” 

He pulls his hips back, his hand still tight on the back of your neck as you bring your hands up to steady his cock. You wrap your dominant hand around the base of his cock as you brace the other on his thigh for balance. 

He’s smooth and thick in your hand as you slowly pull back his foreskin to reveal his dark, weeping head. He’s huge, both long and thick and you don’t know how you’re going to fit it in. You make a precursory lick on the underside of his head, trying not to moan at the way his salty spend coats your tongue. 

“There it is,” he grunts above you as you circle his head, gathering his precome almost greedily before slotting your lips around it, “Go on, don’t be shy.” 

He presses you down onto his cock with the hand on the back of your head, forcing the first few inches inside. You splutter at the sudden intrusion, hollowing your cheeks to stop yourself from gagging. You look up through bleary eyes to see his mouth agape, his eyes glassy as he watches his dick disappear into the wet heat of your mouth. 

You moan around him as you squeeze the base of his cock, losing yourself to the moment as you bob your head up and down his length. You convince yourself that if he just comes in your mouth he’ll be satisfied, so you make it your goal to make him do just that. 

“Oh fuck,” you hear him huff above you as you remove the hand at the back of his cock, pushing yourself down until your nose is brushing against the thick hair at the base, “Good fucking slut, taking this cock so well.” 

You hum around it as you continue to work your mouth up and down, pulling almost all the way out to lap and suckle at his head. You use the tip of your tongue to toy with his slit and he shudders, you smile to yourself before committing to something more. 

You relax your mouth as much as possible before starting to take him deep in your throat with hard, fast movements. The wet sound of you burying his cock deep in your throat is loud in the otherwise quiet room. 

“Eager girl,” he says through gritted teeth, “But you ain’t as clever as you think,” he chuckles as he rocks his hips forward to meet your eager mouth. 

You cough and splutter around him as he picks up the pace fucking your throat until tears are streaming down your face. He finally relents as you feel your throat contract, threatening to make you gag. You gasp for air as he holds your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he grins down at you. 

“You think I’d just nut in your mouth and leave?” He taunts as he pushes you back down on the bed, “No chance, love,” he says, almost dotingly as he peels off his black t-shirt, revealing his swirling tattoos and scarred body, “I found those cheeky blue pills in your medicine cabinet, I can go all night if I want to.” 

You look up at him, ashamedly open mouthed as you feel the arousal swirling in your core. The thrill of the role-play and the preparation Harry had done for you makes you gush. You can feel it as your slick coats your thighs as you lie there, completely at his mercy as he shucks off his black cargo pants.

“There she is,” he says with a smirk as he crawls over you, pushing your thighs apart as he kneels between them, “Submissive little bitch.”

You ball your fists at your sides as you glare up at the masked man above you. His thighs hit the backs of yours and you shudder as his thick cock rests on your slick folds. Your body craves to be filled, ruined by this man, even if you try to tell yourself otherwise. Your mind drifts to Harry, your Harry, not the man above you and there’s a pang of instinctual shame in your belly as you try and close your legs. 

“Oh, you found some bite huh?” The intruder grins as he speaks, his tongue darting out over his lower lip as he slowly rolls his hips, raking his length through your slit, bumping your clit with the tip slowly, purposefully. 

You writhe beneath him, pathetic panting mewls escaping you as you squeeze your eyes shut. His hands home to rest on your hips and you instinctively try to push them away, it’s pointless as you feel the low rumble of a laugh rock through you as his fingers dig in deep enough to bruise. 

“What’s the matter, dirty slut? Worried your little cunt can’t take my cock?” 

You shake your head as you try and squirm out from under him, but he shakes you forcefully, pinning you back down into the sheets. 

“Tell me,” he grunts as he rolls his hips back, letting his tip slip through your folds and notch for a brief moment at your core, “Don’t be shy.” 

“Thinking about my boyfriend,” you mutter, shame slithering under your skin as you try not to buck up against the blunt head of his cock at your entrance. It’s like you’re thrumming with energy, desperate to be filled. 

“Poor baby,” he coos as he sits back on his heels, removing his cock from you as he tilts his head to the side, “You’re never going to be satisfied by his little prick after I’m finished with you.” 

“No,” you shake your head as you try and twist out of his grip again, “Don’t want to think about him,” you groan and to your surprise you manage to turn, denying him your bare cunt for the briefest of moments. 

“I think you should,” the intruder sneers as you feel him flip you over onto your front, only now do you realise he let you squirm, just to get you like this, “Think about him while I do this to you.” 

He commands as he pushes your hips up so you’re forced onto your knees, ass in the air as your face presses into the sheet below. You turn your head, about to ask what he’s talking about when you feel his thumbs press into the seam of your ass, spreading you wide. You don’t have a moment to think before his tongue glides through your folds, the press of his nose against your ass has you groaning. 

Your legs quake as he takes your clit between his lips, sucking slowly as his tongue swirls around your aching bud. 

“Tastes even better now,” the intruder moans into your dripping folds as he grazes his teeth on your clit, “Such a sweet little pussy, wet and dripping just for me.” 

You cry out in pleasure as he slurps messily at your cunt, inhaling deeply as he works you over. Again and again he licks broad, slow stripes through your folds only to nip and suck hard at your clit with feral abandon. You’re trying hard not to come for him, to ignore the pressure building in your core as you feel two thick fingers press into you behind, followed by his thumb rolling over the puckered ring of your asshole. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs against your cunt as you clench hard around his fingers as he uses his thumb to knead your tight hole, “Wonder how good your ass will take me.” 

“Please, no,” you whimper as you feel the pleasure streak through you, the way he’s playing with your ass makes your clit tingle. You’re going to come, you know it, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

“Not tonight, love,” he reassures you, but you cry out as he presses his thumb inside you, “Maybe some other time.” 

You don’t have the chance to question him as your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. His broad tongue lashes against your clit as he fucks your asshole and pussy in tandem. The combined pleasure pulses through you as you scream into the sheet below, fists curled into the soft cotton as you quake and tremble through one of the most powerful orgasms of your life. 

“There you go, such a good little whore,” he says as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your holes, “Nice and loose for me now.” 

You barely register his words as you feel him shifting behind you. Your brain is a soupy mess of adrenaline and endorphins as you feel aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you. You nuzzle into the bedsheets, the smell of sex, your detergent, and somehow Harry’s musk fill your nostrils and you close your eyes for a moment. 

“No fallin’ asleep on me now,” you hear a harsh voice from behind you before a sharp crack ripples across your asscheek. You arch your back in pleasure and pain as the impact sends heat straight to your drooling cunt, “Want you to remember just how well I split this little hole open.” 

You feel his tip notch at your core, and you whine, arching your back at the familiar stretch as he presses just the head inside you. 

“Good girl,” he hums as you feel his broad hands slide down from your waist, rubbing firmly over your ass as he kneads the pillowy flesh, “Knew you’d take me well, knew you’d fucking love being fucked by a psycho like me.” 

“So good,” you groan as he stretches you out, throwing your insult from earlier back in your face. You feel like you should feel shame, disgust even. But all you can think about is how you want him to fuck you so hard you pass out. You want to come on his obscenely large cock and ruin the sheets below you. 

“So big,” you whimper into the sheets as you look over your shoulder at him. His mouth is twisted in a grimace as he focuses on your pussy. He’s savouring every second of his dick splitting you in two. 

He’s slow but firm, never giving you more than a second to adjust before forcing himself deeper into your slick cunt. He’s so big, you can barely breathe as he pulls you back onto his cock, spearing you on it as he groans low in his chest. 

“So full,” you pant as his eyes lock onto yours as he leans forward, pressing his chest against your back. Your knees wobble and you’re helpless to resist as he presses you down into a prone position. Your cunt clenches as it feels even tighter, his cock sitting heavy and deep within you as he smothers you with his large body. 

“Never want to stop fucking this tight little hole,” he rasps in your ear as you feel him roll his hips, “Feels like fuckin’ heaven.” 

He drags his cock through your walls, pulling almost all the way out before plunging deep inside you. Each time stretching you out around him, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that makes you cry out in bliss. 

“You like that?” He snarls as he picks up the pace, fucking down into you as he sucks the column of your neck, he’s marking you as he tears you up inside, “You like being fucked dumb?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, unable to stop yourself babbling at the way he fills you so completely with every snap of his hips, “Yes, sir.” 

“Good fucking slut,” his harsh praise makes you weak as he snakes a had under you, thick fingertips finding your clit as he pounds into you, “Come on my cock, come on, milk me dry.” 

You clench at his words but the thought of him coming inside you snaps you out of your cock drunk haze.

“Wait,” you plead as he picks up the pace, clearly chasing his release as he rubs your clit with frenzied fingers, “Don’t, not inside.”  

You try and move but you’re utterly pinned, his one hand on your clit pinning you back against him as he fucks you with desperation now. You feel the panic rise in your throat at the same time pleasure burns in the pit of your stomach. You’re so close you don’t think you can hold back much longer.

“Going to fill this little cunt with my come, fuck it deep inside,” he grunts in your ear as he nips harshly at your skin, “Maybe knock you up, make sure you keep coming back for more.” 

“Please, no,” you whimper as you clench around his thick length, his tip slamming home into that sweet spot deep inside you, “Pull out,” you beg as you feel his pace quicken as his rhythm falters. 

“Going to fucking breed you, love,” he coos almost affectionately as he pressures your clit just right that you see stars, “There we go, milk it good, gonna fill you to the brim.” 

You come hard with a scream as you fist the sheets, squirming beneath the suffocating weight of the intruder as he fucks you through it. Your toes curl and your mouth falls slack as you whimper and moan, pleasure spasming through you like electric pulses. 

“Fuckin’ yeah,” the intruder roars in your ear as he punches his cock deep inside you as he comes. You feel the way his cock pulses and twitches inside you, and you can’t help but moan. He comes for what seems like minutes before he falls forward, still grinding his spent dick inside you as he mouths at your shoulder. 

You lie there, blissed out and shuddering through your aftershocks, filled with his come as it trickles out of your hole around his softening cock. 

“There you are pet,” he croons in your ear, “All fucking mine now.” 

You turn your head to press your cheek against the still-present ridiculous mask and hum softly. The spell broken as you press a soft kiss to his jaw and hum contentedly. 

“All yours, baby,” you sigh and you feel the corners of his mouth twitch up as he comes down from his high. 

“You doing ok sweetheart?” He asks, slowly propping himself up on his elbows as he relieves you of his weight. 

“Fucking amazing,” you sigh as you roll onto your back, Harry’s cock slipping out of you with ease as you notice the wet trickle of your combined spend flow down your ass crack and onto the sheets below. You silently praise the birth control you’re on as you savour the way it feels.

“Didn’t hurt you?” He asks with glassy eyes as he removes the mask, “Didn’t upset you none?” 

“I meant it Har,” you say with a lazy smile on your lips, “Was fucking amazing, perfect even.” 

A boyish grin spreads across his lips and he dips his head down to kiss you softly, savouring you gently, tenderly. 

“Going to flip the breaker switches and put the kettle on, heat you up some of those leftovers after I’ve got you in the shower, ok?” He says softly, lips brushing yours as you nod slowly. 

“Sounds good,” you hum as your eyelids flutter shut.

“Stay awake, need to get you cleaned up, you smell like another man,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you force them open. 

“So do you,” you say with a frown and he cups your jaw as he places one last kiss on your lips.

“No shit,” he laughs and your stomach flutters at the gruff sound.  

“Har?” You call after him as he pads over to the dresser at the far end of the room to get some fresh clothes for you both. 

“Yeah?” He looks over his shoulder, worry in his eyes as he studies your face. 

“Thank you.” 

“No problem sweetheart,” he chuckles as he shucks on a pair of sweatpants and tosses you clean sleep shorts and one of his t-shirts. 

You watch as he restores the apartment’s electricity and turns the heating back on. He comes back in with the bedsheets and makes the bed fresh, making you get up and you whine in protest. But you’re grateful even if a little groggy. 

Soon he’s passing you a glass of water and a sports drink. You sit in Harry’s lap as he rests against the headboard, wrapping himself around you as he peppers every inch of your shoulders, neck, and face that he can reach with gentle kisses.

“Meant it about the shower and food,” he reminds you gently as he holds you tight against his chest. 

“I know, but this is nice,” you hum as you close your eyes, fingertips tracing patterns on Harry’s forearms as they wrap around you, “Five more minutes?” 

“Anything for you sweetheart,” he mumbles against your temple, and you know he means it. 

You also know he will drag your ass into the shower exactly five minutes and ten seconds from now. 

“I love you Har,” you say as you look up into the scarred face of the man you trust more than anyone else in the world. 

“Love you too sweetheart,” he leans down to kiss you slow and sweet before breaking away, “you’ve got four minutes left, savour them,” he whispers against your lips before dipping his tongue gently into your mouth. You make out slowly, without purpose or urgency, until Harry is hauling you up and into your shared bathroom.

Harry Styles is nothing, if not a man of his word.

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