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“mmm, good girl” he presses a kiss to your forehead and release your hips from his grasp, lying back on the sofa with his hands behind his head.

football plays on the tv, and harry pretends to watch it, but really what he’s focused on is you. waiting for you to start moving again, which he knows damn well you will, you can’t help yourself, not with him.

and it doesn’t take long at all for you start moving again, slower this time in the hopes that harry might not notice, but he does, of course he does.

a smirk flickers across his face, if only for a second as he thinks up a way of punishing you, there were just too many delicious options for him to choose from.

he decides on the classic spank, and you yelp as the blow lands on your ass cheek. when harry spanks you, he doesn’t mess around, there’s power behind it and it always leaves a mark.

“fuck!” you yell, heat blooms in the shape of his handprint.

“i wouldn’t have to punish you if you just behaved yourself, yeah, so again…what do you say?” he doesn’t even look away from the tv, trying to stay cool and nonchalant but really, his composure was wavering, he’d need to fuck you soon.

“s-sorry, daddy” you look down at his lap, the rigid outline of his thick cock straining against his jeans, you decide that you’re going to make it up to him.

with careful and slow fingers you undo the top button and pull down the zipper, reaching your hand below the waist band to palm him on top of his boxers.

“mmm, now you’re being a good girl” harry throws his head back, practically melting into the sofa under your touch.

spurred on by his approval, you free his aching cock from the confines of his underwear, holding it with both hands as you pump them up and down, very slowly–still slightly afraid you’ll be told off and end up with a matching hand print on your other ass cheek.

you let your saliva pool in your mouth before leaning over and letting it drip down his tip, coating his shaft so you could move your hands more easily.

harry groans as your spit runs down the length of him.

“fuck, you’re so sexy, babe” one of his hands finds its way to your waist, smoothing up and down the side of you until he reaches the swell of your breast.

he rolls your nipple between his fingers over the t-shirt of his that you’re wearing, and you let out a soft whimper as he pinches it lightly.

“such a good fuckin’ girl”

you increase the pace of your hands around his cock, twisting them just slightly, just how he likes it.

“right, that’s it” harry sits up suddenly, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up effortlessly so you were now positioned above his dick. he pulls your panties to the side, too impatient to take them off, and guides your hips down until he’s lined up with your entrance.

you sink down onto him, the stretch burns in the best way, it always does.

and when he’s fully bottomed out inside of you, that’s when feral harry comes out.

he leans forwards and grabs a fistful of your hair in one hand, using the other to bounce you up and down on his cock, it’s rough and it’s hard, and every single time your pulled down onto him he’s hitting your cervix.

white flashes behind your eyes, the pain mixed with the pleasure is dizzying, intoxicating and delicious–harry always knows exactly how his baby likes it.

he pulls on your hair, forcing your head back, opening up your neck to him.

his lips attack the exposed, sensitive skin on your neck, sucking and biting all over, you can’t help but moan his name.

“f-fuck! harry!”

harry let’s go of your waist for just a second and another sharp blow lands on your ass, right on top of the last one, it hurts but only for a moment before he’s bouncing you again and you forget all about it.

“now, you know that’s not my name, babe” he growls in a low, husky tone, pulling your head back further.

“s-sorry, fuck! i’m sorry— d-daddy” you cry, the heat that had been building up low in your belly was threatening to snap, and all the pain mixed with the pleasure was proving too much.

“good girl, fuck! you take me so well, such a perfect little slut, yeah. fuckin’ made for this, made for my cock, bet you can’t wait to cum. are you gonna cum all over daddy’s cock, baby?” he groans against your neck, still sinking his teeth into your now red-raw skin.

“yes! god, yes! please! p-please can i cum on your dick, daddy?” you beg, eyes rolling back into your head as you try and hold your orgasm, there would be serious consequences if you came without his permission.

“yeah, you can cum, princess, shit!”

as soon as he says it you let go, that euphoric feeling washing over you immediately.

your walls clench around him, suffocating him and your release gushes out and down his length, coating his balls and definitely staining the fabric of the sofa. fuck it, daddy will just buy a new one.

harry’s own orgasm follows soon after, and he’s moaning your name through gritted teeth. he lets go of your hair so he can use both of his hands to move your hips, forcing you down on him as hard as he can over and over and over again as he rides out his high. using you as his little fuck toy, and you’re so fucked out, you don’t even care.

told you all i’d be back

anyways, so i NEED this…bad, harry is such a fucking daddy, even if he is a bit mean to his baby, you know he still loves her.

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