sunset styles.

You waste no time, only looking back once to see Harry before sprinting down the forest path. You let out helpless, frightened whimpers out of fear that Harry’s right behind you. But he stays back, still in his place as he watches you scramble away like a helpless little mouse. Poor baby, so scared at the much bigger, scary man that was just your loving, protective partner. How quickly things can things can change.

Harry counted to 120. He waited until he couldn’t hear your rushed footsteps against the crunchy leaves of the forest floor. He waited until the sound of your frantic whimpers and pants faded away as you ran. He waited until there was silence. Nothing but him and the towering trees. For a moment, he ponders on why he’s even here- telling his girlfriend to run away from him, in the middle of the forest, like he’s a wild wolf. Then he remembers how horrible he felt when he saw you with Drue and Jack. How he wanted to take you right then and there, not caring about who he’d piss off.

That’s when he starts to run. Green Adidas leave tracks in the mud as he darts through the damp forest. He runs, and he runs, the daunting thought of you cuddled up with his friends in the back of his mind. He’s set on catching you- letting out a growl of determination as he goes. The image of you cowering away- hiding from him in a bush sends blood rushing to his cock, and he picks up his speed.

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It feels like it’s been hours that you’ve been hiding from Harry.

Your hands rush to your mouth, concealing a startled squeal. If you heard correctly, a twig snapped not that far from you. You cower deeper in your bush and grab the massive leafy branch you laid in front of you. You position it to where you’re concealed completely, and once everything goes quiet, that’s when the realization sets in. You don’t even know why you’re running from your kind, loving Harry.

But the way he threw your bear makes you feel like you don’t want to find out. Tears threaten to spill from your waterline as you suddenly become very, very, homesick. You miss the rest of your stuffies at home. You long to be on the luxurious, soft mattress right now, holding your bear close to your chest. You miss Harry’s scent, and the cuddles he’s give you every single night before sleep time. How long are you going to be here? Harry made you leave your phone, your purse, everything.

Snap..

You make an effort to keep your composure as you consider all the potential causes of that sound. Any wild animal could be passing by. A common squirrel can be searching for acorns to bring home to its family. In the midst of all this terror, you smile at the idea of a squirrel packing its face with acorns. The thought of it just takes your mind, until you giggle unconsciously to yourself. Once more covering your lips with your palm, you briefly hold your breath.

Like the last few times, it seems like there is nothing there. But you suddenly hear whistling, followed by Harry's loud yet unsettlingly deep voice.

“Come out.. I know you’re there.. somewhere..” He wanders while cooing in a taunting manner.

“C’mon.. Won’t be mad at you, Baby. I’m the one who told you to run, aren’t I? Are you.. here?” Harry looks in a bush, nearing closer to yours. You watch him closely through the spaces in the bush.

Knowing that Harry won't be angry with you for running away makes you feel relieved. You want nothing more than to be in his arms again, in your warm bed under the covers. Your chest starts to ache at how badly you want it. Mindlessly, and completely lost in thought, you crawl from the bush— but stop and think about what Harry said.

“Don’t speak unless I call for you.” Your mind hears Harry's voice so clearly that you stop. He’s been shouting out things to ease you into thinking it’s okay to come out, but he never once called for you. You praise yourself silently for remembering before you could make a huge mistake.

“How long do you think you can hide before I find you? And trust me, when I do, M’ gonna fuck you dumb. Like the dumb little kitten you are..” Harry’s voice booms across the forest because of the silence.

“You’d like that though.. huh? You’d like me fucking you over, and over, and over… till you’re screaming, begging me to stop. Remember last week on the couch? ‘Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Stop it! T-too much, oh, Daddy! M’ gonna cum!’ “You couldn’t get away from me if you tried your hardest, baby.” He makes fun of you, jogging vivid memories of that day. You make an effort not to dwell on it too much, but you can already feel wetness in your panties, and you start to ache for Harry. How can you be so scared yet so turned on at the same time?

He continues with his little taunts, and searches for any sign of you. A tiny groan escapes him as a reflection of light strikes his eye. Following the reflection, he sees it bouncing off a nearby tree. As he searches for the source of the light, he follows it and fixes his gaze on a another bush. Your bush.

Your eyes fix on Harry's as you continue to observe through the bushes. He doesn’t notice you yet, and you try to see what exactly he noticed. The sun was just starting to set, and the bright sun made it hard for you to see. You shift carefully, and then realize just what he’s looking at— your bracelet. The one you swore to never take off when Harry gave it to you. Why didn’t that come across your mind? The sun was reflecting right on your arm, and when you try to take it off, you only made things worse. He continues searching for you, getting closer, and closer. You don’t make a sound, you don’t even breath.

“Do you think you can hide forever? Huh? Think you can run and escape from me? Well, there’s one thing you’re forgetting.” Harry taunts and teases, sounding more frustrated and desperate. A sudden silent falls upon you, and you wonder if he left another direction to search for you. When it’s clear he’s gone, you let go of your breath.

“I’ll always find you.”

Screaming at Harry’s voice in your ear, you try to escape, but his massive, strong hands grab you by your ankles and yank you back.

“N-no!” You screech. You kick your foot back at Harry, it was surprisingly easy, as if Harry let you go himself. You rose to your feet as quickly as you could and broke into a sprint; you knew that he was holding off on going after you on purpose because if he had wanted to, Harry could have immediately captured you in his arms and destroyed you.

The worst part of it was that, although knowing he'll catch you eventually, he still allowed you to exhaust yourself out of amusement. Instead of being grateful for the opportunity to escape, you were afraid of how much worse he would make things for you as punishment for not just giving up at the very start.

Dodging all the twigs and tree branches that have fallen off, you sprint faster than you ever have before. Although the mud was damp and heavy, you kept your pace. You run and run, and soon think you’ve lost him and you can stop. Before you can even slow down, though, you hear heavy, fast footsteps behind you. Turning around as you run, you see Harry gaining on you, an unnerving, malicious smile wide across his face. You give it all you’ve got, and pick up your speed.

“That’s right, Y/n.. Run, run!” Harry shouts behind you, an exasperated rasp in his voice. A helpless, scared whimper comes out of you as you try, you try so hard to run faster and faster. You can't help but bump into a few low-hanging branches, leaving small scrapes on your arms and a terrible tear in your pink sundress, which is now filthy. Your MaryJanes have unbuckled because of fast you’ve been going, and your feet start to slip. Your body aches so much. You want to stop and ask Harry why he’s doing this to you, but that eerie smile you saw just a few minutes ago keeps you moving.

Your eyes well up with tears. You can’t even see where you’re going, it seems almost pointless to run now. You almost stop. Your ears start to fill with the obnoxious noise of passing cars, and you cringe at the sensation. The last thing your little head needed was a headache, and you’re already prone to one from all of this exertion. But when you realize that is your ticket out of here, your eyes widen from adrenaline. Moving your legs faster, you head for the sound of the cars, which was luckily straight ahead. Harry notices where you’re headed, and attempts to catch you before you get there. He’s right on you. You know he is - because you can hear his condescending laughter coming closer and closer.

Another reminder that while for him it was fun game, for you it was almost life or death.

The more you run the more you can see your exit. It’s so, so perfect. You’d run out towards the street, towards civilization where people can see you in broad daylight. You take a look behind you, and notice Harry isn’t behind you anymore. It doesn’t bother you too much, the thought of being out of the forest takes all of your concentration.

You’re getting closer.. and closer.. you can almost feel the sunlight hit your face. Almost reaching the concrete, a smile of victory appears on your face, before completely disappearing. You rush into Harry's chest head-on, your eyes widening so much that you lose your balance and land on your ass. Before you can flee, he kneels down at your shaking body and grabs you by the hair.

“Gotcha.”

You gasp in terror as you stare up at him towering over you and it makes you realize just how manic Harry looks. His clothes are surprisingly in one piece, and as clean as they were before. His shaggy brown hair is all over the place, some clinging to his forehead from sweat. His eyes, beady and wide as they maliciously stare down into yours.

Although you're certain that you both appear the same, Harry has an unsettling stature about him that you’ve never seen so close before. He chuckles darkly, enjoying every second you have that horrified look on your face.

“You stupid, stupid baby. Stand up and take that pretty lil dress off— Daddy wants to see all of you.”

You cry. You can’t imagine how uncomfortable you’ll be once you take off your dress. The forest air was so humid, and you knew it wouldn’t be kind to your skin- especially your princess parts. Harry frowns at watching you hesitate at his orders, and smacks you lightly across the face. You let out a piercing yelp, and Harry only rolls his eyes in pity of you.

“Go on, then. I want the dress off. Shoes too.”

Completely sobbing again, you stand yourself up, and slowly pull your dress over your head. You cringe at the harsh humid air attacking your skin, making your nipples immediately harden. Harry remains looking down at you with a slight smirk. His eyes wander on every part of your body.

“What should I use first, hm?” Harry brings his hand to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your chapped lips.

“Your pretty mouth? Or..” His eyes travel downwards, and you can feel his sharp gaze pierce through the skin of your thighs.

“That tight lil pussy of yours.. or..” He continues, making you cringe at what else he could possibly want from you. His hands trail downwards, down your chest and in between your thighs, stopping at the center of your panties. Using his index finger, he toys with you a little bit— sliding his finger over your clit and in your folds as best he could through the cloth. You can’t help your whimpering as you feel the moisture in between your legs worsen. When you feel Harry’s hands go downwards past your panties, you start to squirm away again. You and Harry have done it almost every way possible, but never down there; it has always been far too difficult for you, and the concept of it has terrified you to your core.

“No! Harry, stop!” The words come out in a jumble as you struggle to run around his tall, towering body. You manage to escape from his grasp, but of course Harry’s insanely strong arms keep you back. Instead of grabbing you this time, he throws you to the ground, where you helplessly crawled until he caught you by the ankles. He revels in the way you think you could ever escape him. He keeps you in that position for a bit- you being face flat on the ground, back already arched for him.

“Why’re you trying to hide from me so much, hm? Daddy’s not that scary, is he? Bet you loved it.. and your pussy—” Harry yanks your panties to the side in a split second, giving you no time to prepare for the forest humidity on the most sensitive part of you. A wide, cheshire like smile spreads across his face once he sees your soaked pussy, and whether you like it or not— it was begging to be touched.

“S’wet, isn’t it? Yeah, just like I knew you’d be. You’re crazy, just like Daddy.”

He flips you back over, taking you by the hair once again to make sure he has enough to be able to yank you if he wanted. You whine in protest. The harsh forest ground was already hurting your fraile little body.

“God, Y/n- you squeal so fuckin’ much.. Think I’ve decided, baby. M’ gonna use that lil mouth of yours.. shut you up for a bit.” Harry almost whines in annoyance, getting to his feet and unbuckling his belt. He does it in a rush, like he’s growing impatient of watching you beg, and lets his pants sag to his mid-thigh.

“On your knees, c’mon.” Sternly, Harry commands you, only giving you a split second to do it yourself before he does it for you.

“N-no.. Harry! Harry, no! Stop.. Daddy, Daddy, please!” You screech, using his name, his proper name— to get him to see how desperate you are.

Harry took his erection out of his boxers as you winced and tried to turn away, but he put a palm on your head to show you. Choking on your sobs, you swallow before giving him another look— begging once more. Harry couldn’t care less, and brings his tip to your chin. You did nothing; and Harry roughly shoves two fingers between your lips to get you to open.

“Don’t fret, kitty. It won’t be too rough,” Harry grumbles, contradicting himself though— not even warning you as he shoves his massive length down your throat. You gagged immediately, letting out a pathetic mewl which sent vibrations straight to his cock.

You only let his cock sit in your mouth, your eye already watering at how painful it is to keep your mouth wide enough for Harry’s length. He lets out an annoyed sound, thrusting his hips to gain some movement.

“Y/n, come on. You’re fucking dumb, but you’re not that dumb. Suck on it.”

Out of reluctance, but lacking other options, you pursed your lips and hollowed out your cheeks. He immediately lets out a groan, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the tree behind him.

“Shit- knew that’s what I was missin’- your cute lil mouth. S’ all it’s good for, huh? Suckin me off and talking back- fuck- keep going, baby.”

You close your eyes in concentration, trying your hardest to ignore how your jaw feels like it’s going to fall off. It’s not like you’re not used to this though, or haven’t done this before. You love to please Harry, and you love to suck on him when you can— sometimes even begging him to let you have a taste. But this was different though, it felt as if he genuinely didn’t care if you felt bad, just as long as you were making him feel good.

You slide your head back, just enough to bring your lips right on his tip. You give his cock little kitten licks, your favorite thing to do— before swirling your tongue all around.

Harry moans, bending his knees a bit before steadying himself again. His eyes rolled back before he shuts them again completely.

“F-fuck, good girl! Don’t call you Kitten for no reason- that’s right, be a good girl and keep sucking for Daddy.” He says in a pant, using a hand to brush his hair back before bringing it back down to yours. He pulls your hair back slightly to guide you in the pace he wants. Swallowing harshly, he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Been thinking about this since the ice cream shop, babydoll. You act so innocent but you just love this, don’t you? My lil fuckin’ slut.”

Tears are filled to the brim of your eyes, but you keep on going. Taking your hand, you reach for Harry’s balls and squeeze them as you go.

“Mhm- yeah, should’ve done this in front of Drue and Jack, maybe they would’ve gotten a fuckin’ hint,” Harry says through grunts and moans. Looking down at you, you already look so worn and tired. Your knees are bruised already, your mascara’s running down your face, and your teary, red eyes droop down from exertion.

Harry almost cums from the sight of you crying over his cock.

He thinks about how horrible this all must look; you being completely naked, on your knees, shivering while sucking his cock. He’s still almost fully clothed, and completely comfortable. He loves it— you need to suffer. This is all your fault.

He thrusts his cock even deeper down your throat, but you move your head farther away. As soon as you do, Harry shoves your head down again, indulging in the sight of you so desperate for a break. You struggle and fight for air, pushing on Harry’s thighs desperately, but it only made him thrust his cock faster.

“Mm!” You try to tell him it’s too much, you can’t breath, but it’s no use. His thighs clench harshly, and let’s out a strained groan, which leaves his mouth open slightly. He uses you to edge himself just a bit more, before he decides he’s already become bored.

It felt like ages, but Harry did eventually let you go. You pulled back with a choking gasp and cough. He looks down at you pitifully, a hand slowly rubbing his aching cock. You wipe your dripping tears, feeling your heartbeat quicken when you feel Harry grab you up by the hair.

Whining, you find it difficult to move when he pulls your hair up, but you move rapidly when you notice Harry's angry expression. In one swift movement, he flips you around, your bare backside on his front. He groans when he feels your ass pressing against his still hard cock.

“Baby-baby, baby, baby…” He says in a whisper, so close to your ear, you almost whimper at how sensitive it feels on your skin. Harry holds you in a chokehold with one arm across your neck, and the other trails down your body. He moves so excruciatingly slow, almost tickling you. His hands stroked your stomach, glided down your thighs until he reached between your shaking legs.

All Harry had to do was flick your miserable clit once, and you almost died of pleasure. He knew you were cumming as soon as he felt your poor pussy throb against his fingers. Letting out a shriek of surprise, you almost fall to your knees before Harry’s strong arms catch you. You hadn’t even realized how riled up you were until you squirting all over Harry’s hand, your poor little body shaking tremendously against his.

Even Harry looked surprised for a second, watching how hard you’re cumming from one single flick. You ride out your unexpected orgasm, wailing and whimpering Daddy— over, and over as you came down from your high.

Once you’re done, Harry shoves you away from him, and turns you so you’re forced to face him once more.

“You’re having too much fun.” His tone is so velvety smooth, yet so heartless and demeaning— you can never understand how he does it.

“AH!” You wail, crying out as Harry shoves you harshly towards the ground for like the fourth time. It hurt a thousand times more because you had nothing on. The sticks and forest dirt scrape you vigorously, you have to bite your lip to keep from screaming again. The same sadistic look in Harry’s eyes teases you, watching as you wince in pain below him.

“Ow! Daddy, that hurt!” You whine, your voice wavering from holding in your tears. Harry gives you another “pout.”

“Aw, my baby. Did Daddy push you too hard? Hm? S’hurting you?” You mentally let out a sigh at Harry sympathizing with you for the first time today. It makes you want to forget about everything he’s said and just leap into his arms.

“I don’t fucking care. I don’t care that it hurts,” Harry goes on, the soft tone he used at the start of his sentence completely diminished, making you feel so, so, hopeless.

“You didn’t care how much it hurt to see you with those two bastards, did you? Should’ve known you were too fucking incompetent and dull to understand simple orders.” He begins to take his shoes and clothes off, eyes brutally locked onto yours. He brings his pants all the way down, and with a swift movement, he brings his shirt over his head. Coming to the ground, he climbs on top of you and brings your wrists all the way above your body.

Like the big bad wolf closing in on his victim, he beams at the thought that nothing—not even you—could stop him from torturing you in whatever way he chooses.

You whimper in fear immediately, squirming helplessly under him. You’re eyes go wide when you feel his strong fingers press on your sensitive, raw clit again. You cried out, “Too-too much, AH! Daddy, no.. mm!”

“Too much? I haven’t even begun with you, Kitten.”

He brings his hand to his throbbing cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing it slowly on your pussy. You don’t know why, but this time, looking at his massive length scares you more than any other. You’d be lying if you said his cock didn’t intimidate you every time you saw it. So huge, so thick and veiny— it was imposing, and it always, always hurt when Harry entered you. You knew your sensitive pussy couldn’t take him right now.

“Why, why?” You cry roughly, squirming away again, of course being stopped by Harry’s strong body. His muscles flex while trying to hold you still, and his front strands of hair fall onto his face again.

“Because.. I love to watch you squirm. You know your poor, tiny baby cunt can’t take me.” He pauses.

“But, I feel bad for you. So I’ll give you a count. Five seconds, okay? Go.”

You open your mouth to count, the words falling from your mouth so quietly. As you go, you feel Harry enter you slowly, and you wince at how tight you are, and how big he is. You’re on the fourth count, but you stop, squirming around so much that Harry’s cock falls out of you. It wasn’t in yet, you gratefully sigh— and continue your attempt to leave.

Harry’s bored now. In fact, he’s been bored for the last 10 minutes. He’s sick of hearing your pointless, pathetic begging. He’s sick of your moving around while he’s trying to fuck you. Maybe he could stuff some leaves in your mouth so he can finally make you silent while he has his way with you. Or, maybe he can leave you here all by yourself, with nothing but dirt on your body, while he leaves and enjoys the silent car ride he’ll have to himself. He decides both of those ideas aren’t good at all, because he won’t be able to hear your pretty chokes and gasps when he finally enters you.

Decisions, decisions.

“Look, Kitten— I’m going to fuck you now. Unless your moaning and begging for my dick, you better shut your fucking mouth.”

You cringe. How could Harry be so mean? You’ve tried to get away. You’ve tried to do what he wants, but it always came back to bite you.

“Fucking useless,” Harry mutters. “Count.”

You have no choice. There’s no way out, you’ve realized that now. You always have, but this time you’re finally admitting it to yourself. So, you count.

“One.. T-two..” Harry slowly enters you as you go. At least you’ll be able to prepare for him to be fully in your tight entrance.

“Thr- AH!!” You lunge forward in surprise, eyes rolling back in pain.

“AH! DADDY, MY- You scramble your words, screeching at Harry entering you in one hard, unforgiving thrust. He ignores your tight pussy trying to squeeze him out.

He doesn’t care at all if he’s being cruel, not when your sorry pussy was right there, just waiting to be taken advantage of.

“Oh, fuck.. yeah!” Harry groans out, laughing in the process. He laughs at how miserable and betrayed you look below him.

“Y-you said.. you said..” You choke on your sobs, looking at him through half shut, red teary eyes. Your tiny hands grip his shoulders for support.

“You said count till five!!”

He laughs at your hurt, broken voice.

“Mm, did I?” Harry says, a pondering look on his face, before a sarcastic, devilish one takes its place.

“Sorry, Kitten. Guess I lied.” He barely pays attention to you, pulling out and then thrusting deeper into your walls. He savors your tightness, squeezing him so hard he can barely move.

“How do you stay this fucking tight? Hm? S’like the first time I had you.” He says in groans, his eyes rolling back before staying on you.

“Why- why did you lie?” You can’t help but ask. This whole day has been lies, lies, lies.

Harry doesn’t bother to answer your dull question. He harshly grabs your thigh and pins it above his shoulder so he has a better angle at fucking you. In his head, he curses himself for not bringing a condom, but immediately smiles at the thought of what could happen next.

He’s not completely opposed to the idea of knocking you up, plus, your sweet, sweet pussy is too heavenly to have it be masked by a stupid condom.

You can only look up at Harry, who’s smiling— and you wonder what could be making him smile while you’re enduring such pain. Your chest heaves and your limbs flail around with each thrust. Harry’s so, so, unbelievably big. How does he manage to fit inside you every time? You can never describe how full you feel every time he enters you.

“God- my baby’s got the best pussy out there, yeah-” Harry grunts at how harsh your pussy’s gripping him. He glares down at you, seeing your droopy, shut eyes and the tears streaming down your cheeks. He leans down a little and kisses your tears, gathering the salty taste on his tongue.

“Open those pretty eyes, Babydoll.” He says softly against your skin.

“Open those eyes and cry harder f’me, Darlin’. Like a little baby.. Y’know Daddy loves that, right?”

The raw, filthy sound of you and Harry’s skin coming together fills your ears. His intruding length just rips through you again and again, making your eyes roll back from pain. A strained whine rises from within you.

“Harry.. Daddy.. Stop… hurts so much..”

Harry doesn’t hear you. He chooses not to. He continues to pound into you relentlessly, growling as he picks up his pace. Even with the dirt and scrapes covering them, he can't get over how soft and velvety your thighs always are. He’s in love with your small whimpers and your big eyes pleading for help. He’s in love with how in denial you are, and how perfect his cock fits inside you.

It makes him wonder; have you thought about being this intimate with them? When he punished you in the car, was that what made you confide in them? Did they say something to make you turn away from him? He’s not sure he wants to know. If he did, it would only lead to bad things.

You can’t help but follow Harry’s orders, and you cry harder and harder from the pain. Your mouth falls open, you look up to see Harry move his mouth in a way that’s all too familiar.

“Uh uh.. Daddy, no.. mmh!” Whining in protest, you attempt to turn your head away from Harry, who grabs your jaw roughly.

“Open, Baby. Open, Open..” He forces his fingers in between your lips, and gathers up some saliva from his mouth. He leans down closer, so close to your face that you can feel his breathing hit your face. You hold out your tongue in obedience, tears still constantly streaming down your face. Spit trails from Harry’s pursed lips, falling on your tongue before sliding down your throat. Harry slips his fingers in your mouth again, moaning at your now over-salivated tongue coating his fingers.

The way Harry’s fucking you has him on the verge of tears. He’s in control again. He’s the one who has you wailing from how good he fucks you. Nobody can do that but him. He watches your precious tears fall down your face, and he feels nothing but joy. You can almost feel your little brain struggle at trying to figure this out.

You, crying in a mixture of harsh, stinging pain and pleasure, and him, crying because of how good it feels to be back inside you. How good it feels to have you cry, kick and scream for him to stop because you can’t take anymore.

“Sh-shit! Look what you’ve done.. have me acting out like this..” Harry says in a strained groan while blinking his tears away. He’s appreciative that you shut your eyes, preventing you from witnessing his moment of weakness.

You yelp as you feel Harry continue deeper in you, hitting your spot. The familiar knot in your stomach begins to form, and you cry because, no matter how hard you try, you can’t help it. Your helpless, needy little pussy aches and aches, and it only aches for one thing. Subconsciously, you whimper out Harry’s name, over and over, biting your lip and clawing at his back. Your eyes roll back until you see nothing.

Harry sees how you’re holding back, you’re trying not to cum, and that makes him more than angry. Growling, he brings a hand to your neck, his big, veiny hand choking you slightly. You’re forced to stare at him right in the eyes, seeing the different glints of black, brown, and light green reflect in them.

“Do you seriously think that’s going to work? Hm?Answer me!” Harry shouts the last part, his hand gripping you tighter around the neck as he keeps his pace inside you.

“Do you really think your sad, pathetic pussy could ever not cum when I’m inside you? Look.” Harry exclaims, pulling out slightly, not all the way- just enough to be able to go deeper inside you. He thrusts deep until he reaches your spot again, watching at how distraught you look. Your body shakes and you whimper under him, and if that wasn’t proving his point, your poor pussy closes around Harry’s cock like a vice.

“Think you can deny me.. yeah? Think you can turn away, disobey me and there won’t be any consequences?” He speaks in your ear, making you whine at you sensitive it feels.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up, Kitty. Gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.. I’m gonna breed you till that test says positive -ah, f-fuck!” He lets out a strained sound- like mixture of a groan and a whine. He feels his cock twitch repeatedly inside you. He’s close, and he knows you are too.

“You won’t be able to deny me then, huh, baby? Won’t be able to deny me when you’re carrying my offspring in this pretty lil body..” He says tauntingly, bringing his hand from your neck to pet your head slowly.

“Ah- oh my God!! Harry, don’t wanna-”

“Not God, you silly, dumb baby. Just me.” Harry interrupts, placing a soft kiss on your nose before moaning out. His thrust are becoming less stable and more erratic, you can feel it. You clench your pussy more in hopes you can hold on longer, but your body gives up, and your pussy starts to throb around Harry’s cock.

“Yeah.. C’mon! Give it to Daddy. Let Daddy have it, baby. That’s right!” Harry’s face contorts into that malicious smile you saw when he was chasing you earlier. Bringing a hand down to your clit, he rubs vigorously to make it extra hard for you to hold on. He watches your eyes widen as your body finally gives in.

“DADDY!” You screech before breaking into a complete sob, your legs giving out from being up so long.

You’re cumming. There’s nothing you can do to stop it. Your limbs flail around, and your eyes remain rolled to the back of your head. Your pussy throbs harsh and fast around Harry’s cock. You whimper, whine, groan- almost every kind of sound leaves your opened mouth as you shake harshly under Harry. He stares at every involuntary reaction your body has towards him, focusing hard on all the small twitches and movements. How your back is arched so high, how you always, always bite your lip.

Harry will never get tired of knowing that he’s caused that. You’re full of his veiny, fat dick - the only dick you've seen this close, the only dick that's ever been inside of you.

The edging, the messing around, it’s all caught up to him.

“Y-yeah, baby. Daddy’s gonna cum- fuck! Daddy’s gonna cum inside your pretty pussy, alright? Want Daddy to cum inside you? Hm?”

He grunts out, watching you frantically shake your head no. You know what he wants, he admitted it himself. He wants to breed you, make you his forever.

“No.. don’t do it, Daddy..” You begged beneath him.

“Aw,” Harry starts with another one of his condescending pouts. “How am I supposed to pull out of a pussy like this?” He grins, before mocking the desperate expression on your face.

“You keep squeezing me tighter and tighter, Sweetheart- just know this pussy wants to milk Daddy’s cock. Gonna fill you-” He interrupts himself, moaning out as cum pours out of his pulsating cock, and coats your walls. He continues to thrust in you, gripping your hair as he goes. Filling you with his searing, hot cum, it makes you feel so so full. You feel it so deep inside you, claiming you, making his mark inside your body. Just like he wants.

You wanted so badly to not want this, but God, you love how it feels when Harry fills you up. You’ve always been obsessed with feeling his cock twitch and pulsate inside you.

Harry stays inside you for a little while longer, watching you still shake and cry helplessly under him. Though you’re quiet, tears still fall from your cheeks and splatter onto the forest ground. After a few moments more, and Harry pulls out of you slowly, immediately moaning at how all your juices pour out when he does.

He brings his fingers to your sopping pussy, fingering all the juices and cum back into you.

“Mine, mine, mine..” Again, he speaks more to himself, until he looks back at you.

“C’mon. Say it. Be a good girl for Daddy and say it,” He says in your ear.

“Who do you belong to?”

Harry’s hoping inside that you’ll say what’s right. If you do, then all this can be over and the both of you can go back to the way things were. He wouldn’t have to punish you anymore, because he’d know he did his job.

You open your mouth to speak, and a hopeful yet menacing smile appears on Harry’s face. But, your mouth closes, and you turn your face away from him. If you kept eye contact, you would’ve seen the most dark, and wrathful glare Harry could ever give you.

You wanted to say you belong to him, because you do, you know that you do. But you still don’t know what this was for. You thought being close with Drue and Jack was what Harry wanted! When Harry left you in that park, you went to seek comfort from his two best friends. How could that have been so wrong? Would he rather you do that with some random stranger? You still don’t understand.

“Fine.” Scoffing, Harry gets up and quickly puts back in his clothes, leaving his belt off. You gulp, a sinking feeling in your stomach telling you that you know what’s coming next.

Harry grabs his belt, beginning to fold it in half, until he pauses completely.

“Y’know what? Not gonna need it.” He says, callously discarding it somewhere beside you.

“Daddy-” You begin, trying to find a way to compromise with Harry. If you were correct about what was coming next, you were going to do everything you could to stop it. Feeling the scrapes and small gashes on your legs reminded you that your fraile body can’t take that much pain.

Sitting back down on the forest floor, Harry effortlessly brings you back onto his lap. He makes sure you’re on your stomach, propping his left leg slightly so you’re ass remains up in the air. Slowly, he rubs his fingers over your sore ass. His gaze shifts to you, withering at his touch. Your soft sobs continue on.

“You have one more chance, Babydoll. One more.” Harry begins, continuing his slow rubs on your ass.

“It’s really not that hard, I’m sure even you can understand this. All you have to do is say the right answer.” Tauntingly, Harry rubs your hair to calm your nerves.

“Who do you belong-”

“NO!” You screech, completely overpowering Harry. He cocks his head slowly to the side, getting more pissed off by the second. You look up at him, uncomfortably twisting your head to make eye contact. He sees your little pathetic look of determination and laughs.

“No..? What do you mean no?”

You clear your throat before attempting to speak again, trying making sure you sound as big and bad as you can be. You don’t deserve a spanking, you know it. You’ve been nothing but good to Harry. He brought you all the way out here, chased and fucked you until your body gave out, and now wants you to answer a question you know you shouldn’t answer. You just want to be back home in bed, watching your favorite cartoons and stuffing your face with all your favorite food. Instead you’re here, being punished and still not knowing why. You’re angry- No, you’re infuriated.

“You’re just jealous because Drue and Jack can treat me better!”

Horrible idea.

Immediately after saying that, your hands fly to your mouth as if they can take back what you just said. But they can’t, and that scares you to the core. Harry’s face is wrathful, and he narrows his eyes as his pupils grow beady.

“You dumb, pathetic girl.” You think you hear, not being able to comprehend it because of how low Harry spoke. It’s silent for a moment, before your piercing screech breaks right through.

“AH!!”

Harry brings his hand right on your ass, the sharp sound of the slap filling your ears. Your body jerks in response to the pain, and your tears flood your face.

“DON’T!”

SMACK!

“YOU EVER!”

SMACK!

“DISOBEY ME!”

SMACK!

“AGAIN!”

SMACK!

Harry grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head all the way back. Your body is arched as far as it can go, making you whine in pain. He harshly tugs again before bringing his mouth to your ear.

“DO YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?” He shouts, making your sensitive ears feel like they’re going to fall off. He harshly spanks you again, and again, and again, your body jerking helplessly at every blow.

“Y’think those dimwits could ever take care of you? The way I do? No- better? You stupid girl! Go ahead and see for yourself! They don’t know shit!

You try to get away before he can spank you again, but it’s no use. His grip on your hair won’t budge, and there’s no way you’d be able to leave if you want your hair still attached to your scalp. You see his hand lift up again, and you brace yourself for the blow. This time was even harder, making your ass move harshly at the hit. Harry spanks you again, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed with frustration.

“You need me! You know it! You and your stupid pus- look at it! Look at this stupid-“ He cuts himself off, letting your hair go and using both hands to spread your ass cheeks.

“Look at this stupid fucking cunt- you’re still wet!” He callously spanks your still sensitive pussy, and you wail as you grip his thigh.

“HARRY! AH-” Your wails are interrupted by Harry spanking you again. You don’t know how much longer you can take this. It hurt so much, you almost feel numb. Your poor ass was now an angry red, bruised and so beat up. Harry doesn’t care, he continues lashing out on your poor body.

“Go ahead and scream, you pathetic baby. Nobody can fucking hear you!” Harry taunts, never stopping his blows to your ass.

As he goes, you remember a certain sentence from Drue, when you were on the bench with him and Jack.

“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry.”

The moment plays through your head clearly, making you realize something; Drue and Jack were trying to get to you all along. They danced with you, touched you, and even tried to take care of you, all while Harry was gone. It made you realize that Harry was right the whole time.

And that only made everything worse.

Your sobs grow louder as Harry continues spanking you, taking turns on each cheek. You don’t even fight anymore, knowing full well that you deserve it. You were bad. You should’ve just listened to Harry, instead you were stubborn, like you always were.

“Daddy..! I’m sorry! I’m so- I’m so sorry..” You begin, still wailing like a little baby over Harry’s lap.

“I’m yours, Daddy! I’m yours, only yours!”

The spankings stop as soon as Harry hears those words. For a while, Harry doesn’t do anything. He leans back against the tree, watching you completely fall apart on his lap. You sob and sob, your body helplessly twitching from being so stimulated. A few more long, excruciating moments pass before you feel Harry grab your torso and flip you on your back. You still remain on his lap, and your eyes begin to flutter shut as you see Harry’s eyes stare right down into yours.

“That’s my girl..” He whispers ever so gently above you. That was mainly for him to hear. His hands wander slowly and carefully up and down your body, feeling every part of you that he could with just his hands. He makes his way to your chest, grabbing and squeezing your precious boobs before he kisses them softly. Next, his hands wander down your waist, tracing your curves until he got to your thighs. Your beautiful, luscious thighs. He could never do without them. He loves them for multiple reasons. He loves to lay on them, kiss them, bite them.. He loves when he’s face deep in between your thighs.. and how you wrap them around his head to push him deeper. To feel his tongue deeper in you.

Slowly, you shift so you can sit perfectly in Harry’s lap. He doesn’t help you. He watches as you helplessly crawl back to him. Once you get fully comfortable without hurting yourself, you bury your head into Harry’s chest.

“Da-Daddy.. H-hurts.. everything hurts..” Your voice is strained, like almost everything else on your body, and you shiver as the cold wind begins to pick up.

“I know, baby.. I know.” Harry grabs his jacket and wraps it around you tightly before trapping you in his warmth.

“Shhh. It’s okay Darlin’. See? that’s all you needed to do. Just needed to tell Daddy you’re his- I know, baby.” Harry sympathizes with you, trying to ensure that you know he’s no longer cross with you.

“S’okay now, I promise.“

Nobody knows how to tear you apart and put you back together like he does.

“Let’s get this pretty dress back on you, yeah? Y’know this is one of Daddy’s favorites.” He starts to reclothe you while maintaining a low, soothing voice for you. Wiping the dirt and dander from the forest floor, he attempts to unwrinkle it as best he can. He locates your MaryJanes and applies the same treatment to them, taking care to remove the obvious stains from your most precious shoe. Once you are both off the ground, he gives you a long, passionate kiss on top of your head.

“You did a good job, baby.”

You’re silent. You acknowledge him with a barely noticeable nod, too tired to give him a full response. With one arm, Harry carries you against his hip all the way back to the car. Somewhere along the path he noticed your body fall limp in his arms, your head laying helplessly on his shoulder as fall asleep. He places you in the passenger seat of the car, buckling you up before going back for your belongings.

Harry did get the peaceful drive back that he wanted. Your soft, faint snores with the low sound of the car engine are all that can be heard. Still, memories of that day at the park continue to nag at him.

There are a lot of things about that day that Harry will never admit. How when he left you at the park with Drue and Jack to make phone calls, he was in his car, spending the majority of his time jerking off to the fading taste of your juices that were left on his tongue. If he's being truly honest with himself, the fact that his friends genuinely thought they could replace him, turned him on even more. They don't know the closest thing about taking care of you, and how to take care of you when you're acting up. How to take care of you when you're crying and crying about something so stupid.

The days that follow show just how much the little run around in the forest impacted you. Your body has been so sorely used and strained that you're dependent on Harry for help with nearly everything. You can’t even use the bathroom or sit in a chair because of sensitive and worn out you are. Harry’s lap is the only thing your body can withstand. And your pussy, your poor pussy still hasn’t been recovered from being so fucked out. The slightest bit of contact between your pussy and literally anything makes you clench your legs. Harry of course helps you with everything, giving you massages and relieving the aching pain in your pussy whenever he can. He’s always conveniently there.

He tells you that you’re a big girl and you can handle this, but you don’t how much more you can take before you rip your hair out. It’s like being stimulated 24/7, which nothing and no one but Harry to help the pain. You’re indeed suffering, but Harry couldn’t feel any more accomplished. Now more than ever, you need him, you rely on him, just like you always should. You’re ruined. It shows in almost every aspect.

Yes, Harry couldn’t be anymore satisfied.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

You decide it's best not to talk back with his friends around. So, after returning your gaze back towards Drue and Jack, you finally stammer out a trembling "H-hi..”

"Well, who've we got here?" Jack says, a warm smile plastered on his pale face.

“I-I'm Y/n, nice to m-meet you." You respond just how Harry taught you for when you're in littlespace, and you hear him let out a satisfied sound behind you.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/n! I'm Jack, and this is Drue. We've been friends of Harry's for a while now. Jack explains. He reaches out to shake your delicate hand, and Drue does the same. "You look very pretty, Y/n." Drue says.

"Thanks, you're pretty too!" You respond, getting visibly more comfortable now.

"See? They're friendly." Harry says from behind, drinking from his cup slowly. He puts his cup down and makes his way toward you. "Now let's get you dressed, yeah? C'mon, Darlin." He puts a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the stairs. "Say goodbye before we leave, Y/n."

"It's nice meeting you two!" You wave back at Drue and Jack, and they do the same to you.

"Be back in a few, gotta get this one dressed," Harry says, and the two men nod and make conversation with themselves.

Harry lets you choose your outfit today, and you decide on a pretty pink sundress- bouncy, frilly, and “fit for a princess just like you," in Harry's own words. You choose basic pink low-top shoes to match.

"How do I look, Daddy?" You do a little spin for Harry, his green eyes inspecting you from head to toe. A smile creeps on his face. It was condescending and sly, but so endearing in your eyes.

"Y'look adorable, Babydoll. Now fix your hair." Harry says, leading you to your vanity. "Can't have you lookin a mess in front of my friends. You don't wanna embarrass Daddy, do you?" He sits you down on the chair, a hand on your shoulder as you both stare into the mirror. You shake your head frantically at Harry's statement. You'd never do anything to disappoint or embarrass your Daddy!He does everything for you, and if he wants you to look nice in front of his friends, you'll do exactly that.

"All right, get to it. Gonna be downstairs with the boys if y'need me." Harry says after giving your head a light peck with his lips. "Oh, and don't wear too much makeup. Don't want you walking around lookin' like a hooker." With that, Harry's gone down the stairs, leaving you alone in the mirror.

So, you open the drawer to your vanity and pull out your princess brush. You comb through your hair, detangling every part as you decide how to style it for today. After trying various hairstyles, and remembering which one is Harry's favorite-you decide on leaving it loose. The mascara you chose was just enough to give a natural look. You didn't want to embarrass Harry by wearing too much, so you kept it simple. After wrapping your favorite pink and white ribbon in your hair, you trudge down the stairs towards Harry. He's now on the couch with Drue and Jack, watching a show you'd never be interested in. With a beer in his hand, Harry takes a few sips before making comments about the show. You lightly tap Harry's shoulder, and he looks up at you with a small smile.

"Don't I look pretty, Daddy?" You smile, eyes big and wide as you wait for your Daddy to praise you. Harry looks at you, eyes going up and down as he takes in your appearance. Eventually, he lets out a small "Mhm," and takes another sip from his beer.

"Go wait by the door. Gonna finish this last episode and then we'll be off, okay? Go be a good girl and wait for Daddy." You nod in compliance, eager to follow your Daddy's orders. You find a space on the ground next to the front door. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable and wait patiently for Harry.

After what seemed like forever, Harry and his friends finally get up from the couch and head towards the door. You've must've drifted off to sleep, because your eyes strain when you open them. Wiping your eyes, you fight back a yawn as you look up at Harry, Drue and Jack.

"Daddy, it's been almost an hour and-"

"We're leaving now, right?" Harry cuts you off almost immediately. You're silent for a few seconds. "Right?" He repeats, waiting for your response.

"Yeah, but-" You try to respond, but Harry's deep and husky voice empowers your small and timid one.

"Alright. Then there's nothing to complain about. C'mon." Harry says, making grabby hands at you. You grab his hands immediately, and he leads you to the car. He buckles you in your seat, making sure you're secure before heading to the drivers seat and starting the car. Jack climbs in the passenger seat and immediately starts a conversation with Harry. You're sitting next to Drue, who gives you a friendly smile before looking out the window. You do the same too, and in that moment, you realized you didn't even know where you were going.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Darlin?" Harry responds. You assume that the beer he drank earlier is the reason for his thick, husky voice today. Before you called his name, his eyes were fixated on the road, but they are now shifting between the road and you in the mirror.

"Where are we goin*?" Your voice is filled with curiosity as you ask. Usually, to go to your favorite parks, Harry would turn right. You'd be able to name every building because of how many times you've been there. This area was much different. There were hardly any trees, no swings, and no dogs roaming the neighborhood.

Harry hums at your question. He taps the steering wheel with his index finger as he thinks of an answer. How many questions were you going to ask him today? He's close to telling you to stop asking him things altogether, but seeing as you probably wouldn't quit, he decides it's best to tell you.

"We're still goin to the park, Kitten," Harry responds, in hopes that will shut you up. Why were you questioning him anyways? Harry's the one who has power in this relationship, so you should simply follow his instructions without challenging him.

"But- where are the pretty palm trees? And the ice cream shop?" Using your hands to push upwards, you look out the window to see your surroundings again. There's nothing here that's familiar to you, and your little mind is determined to find out why. Disappointment lingers in your tone when you speak. “This doesn't look like the park.”

"It's a different kind of park." Harry shoots back, a fake smile plastered on his face. It remains there for a few seconds, before quickly diminishing into his dead expression once more. "Now stop fuckin’ bothering me and let me drive." Harry presses harshly on the pedal, so harshly that he can feel the metal- making sure you know this conversation is completely over. He engages in conversation with Jack, completely toning out anything that may come out of your mouth. It's annoying to Harry, really, to hear the same little voice in his ear 24/7. You ask about absurd, unnecessary, obvious things, and if you're not talking about a cartoon you're watching, you're blabbing your mouth about some useless toy.

The location you stop at makes you want to cry. Nothing here looks enjoyable. The building is an old, crusty beige, and trash is littered everywhere around it. Loud music booms through the concrete walls, and you can't stop yourself from cringing as Harry begins to park the car. Once it's parked, Harry doesn't even wait for you, -or even help you out the car- instead, he's rushing inside the building with Jack. Drue, on the other hand stays behind. His brown eyes watch you slowly get out the car, eyes big and wide as you look at this new park.

“Not as pretty as your usual parks, huh?"

A gasp escapes your lips as you turn in Drue’s direction. You smile once you see his face, and gently shake your head. “Daddy usually takes me to the park next to the ice cream shop. I’ve never seen this park before!” You say, running your delicate fingers across the bumpy walls. “Is the playground inside?” Curious, you tilt your head to the side. When he realizes just how innocent you are, Drue chuckles and wonders how Harry could have just left you out there by yourself. He’s never heard much about you, other than Harry mentioning you a few times in conversations, but Harry would change the subject before Drue could ask anymore about you. Every. Single. Time. He could never figure out if it was because you didn’t exist, or if it was because Harry wanted you all to himself.

Drue never imagined you to be so… adorable. With your bubbly personality and that cute smile of yours, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you- and he knows if Harry ever found out what he thinks about you, he’d be a dead man. “It’s not that kind of playground, Y/n. Come with me.” Drue says, doing a gesture with his pointer and middle finger so you can grab his hand. You hesitate a bit. Harry tells you he’s the only one who can hold your hand, but Drue was his best friend, so why wouldn’t it be fine? His hand fits perfectly around yours. The two of you head inside the building, the sea of people completely swallowing you whole.

The only thing you can see is people everywhere, rubbing on each other, and practically eating each other's faces. Definitely not a place for someone like you. Harry and Jack are nowhere to be seen, Drue makes sure of it- before leading you to the middle of the dance floor. “Dance with me,” He says in your ear. He begins to move his body to the loud music. He stops once he notices your lost expression. “C’mon, Y/n. Don’t worry about Harry. He controls every little thing you do. Don’t you wanna let loose today?”

You don’t know exactly what to do, but you know Harry trusts Drue, and this is a park. You wanted to have fun, and that’s exactly what a park is for. So, with a smile on your face, you begin to dance with Drue. He smiles back, and looks for any sign of Harry before returning his attention back to you.

If Drue knew Harry was all the way in the back, eyes sinisterly watching the two of you, he would’ve left you alone entirely.

Harry’s leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, and Jack in his ear blabbing about something he couldn’t care less about. He slowly takes a sip of his drink and mumbles out an “Mhm” to make it seem like he’s not ignoring Jack. The only thing he’s focused on is you, dancing with his best friend. Harry knows you’d never cheat on him, or even have the guts to, so this has to be in the hands of Drue.

“Dance with Y/n.” Harry says blankly, completely stopping Jack from blabbing about whatever he was going on about.

“What? But that’s your girlfriend, man-”

“I don’t give a shit. Go.” Harry pushes Jack in your direction. He gives him a concerned look. He waits for Harry to elaborate, but that’s all he gives him, his expression remaining unbothered. Jack gives him another weird look before getting next to you and Drue, moving his body in a rhythm that matches yours.

Harry sighs deeply as he falls back against the wall. Drue obviously has an interest in you, but if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t even try it. Harry knows if Drue dares to make a move on you, it’s not long until Jack will try to follow suit. So, he figured he’d mess with his friends. Show them what they are unable to possess—you.

You’re still dancing with the two men surrounding each side of you. Laughing and twirling around in excitement, you grab both of their hands and make them twirl along with you.

“Wheeww!” You let out between giggles. Drue and Jack laugh at your innocence and continue to dance. Your fun was cut short when Harry gets in between the three of you, an unamused expression on his face.

“This place is fuckin’ boring,” Harry says, a fresh, cold can of beer in his right hand. You don’t even notice it, until you feel Harry’s cold hand lifting your chin up, putting the can to your closed lips.

“But Daddy, you said I can’t have anymore alcohol, remember? Cuz I threw up a bunch!”

“Yeah, but you can take this.” Harry says, tapping your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. When you don’t, Harry’s condeciding smile turns into a frown. Drue and Jack watch as Harry’s gaze turns cold.

“Open.”

Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth slowly. You can’t prepare yourself for the burning, harsh liquid that trickles down your throat. You swallow and lean back to show Harry you don’t want anymore, but he only presses the can back to your lips.

“More.”

You reluctantly follow his orders and take five long sips from the can. As you swallow the beer, you hold back your tears and give Harry a small smile, waiting for him to praise you for being good. But as you watch Harry chuckle and playfully hit Jack on the shoulder, the tears in your eyes only deepen.

“See? I told you she’d drink some if I told her to.” Harry says between laughs, before taking another sip of beer.

“C’mon. We’ll go the park, Y/n.” He extends his empty hand out to you, and when you don’t take it, his jaw clenches. You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him you don’t want to go to the other park anymore. You like this park, and you like dancing with Harry’s friends. Harry only ignores you, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the building. Drue and Jack follow along and choose not to say anything to Harry who’s visibly angry, though he won’t admit it.

Excitement bubbles in your stomach once you see the park's huge palm trees. There seems to be a festival going on, and you can’t stop the smile that appears on your face. Drue lets out a chuckle at the sight of you.

“You excited?” Drue asks you, unbuckling his seatbelt while Harry parks the car.

“Yeah! This is my favorite park, remember? I wanna play on the-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp, remembering the best part of the whole park.

“Daddy! Can we get ice cream? The ice cream shop is open!” You look at Harry, who’s parked and is almost out the car. He doesn’t respond, only nods his head and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and receipts and pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Here,” Harry says, holding the money to you between his pointer and middle finger. “Get whatever you want.”

Dumbfounded, you look at the money with wide eyes. Harry’s never let you hold more than fifty dollars, so two hundred seemed like all the money in the world. You bubble with excitement as you think of all the things you can buy at the festival. As you take the money from Harry, you bounce around and think of stuffed animals and candy.

“Thank you soooo much, Daddy! You’re the best! I love you so much!” You say, stepping on your tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer, kissing you on your lips.

“I love you too, Kitten. With all of my heart. Do you know that?" Harry says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Do you know Daddy loves you?" In the corner of his eye, he sees Drue and Jack, awkwardly waiting for this moment to be over. A smile returns to Harry’s face as he sees this, and he lets you go.

“I gotta take some calls. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Following your Daddy’s orders, you nod your head frantically and skip along the road toward the ice cream shop.

“Don’t leave Drue and Jack, y’hear me?” Harry yells out before you get too far, and you give him a thumbs up before skipping again. He sees Drue tell you something he couldn’t hear from where he was, but you skip ahead of both Drue and Jack.

That’s when Harry realizes, your sundress is entirely too short for his liking. Your sundress bounces up as you skip along, partially revealing your baby-pink underwear. Harry’s jaw clenches as he sees Drue and Jack not even trying to hide their gaze at your panties. He can’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock, which was now throbbing at the sight in front of him.

Harry jogs in front of his friends and right next to you, grabbing your arm harshly before leaning down to your ear.

“Why’re you tryna disappoint me, Kitten?” Harry says, his tone harsh and deep. With wide eyes, you swallow harshly at your Daddy’s question.

“Disappoint you?” You ask in disbelief. You’d never try to disappoint your Daddy, ever! Harry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Tears begin to rise up from your waterline, and down onto your flushed cheeks. You made sure you did your makeup and hair just like Harry wanted it, you waited by the door for him to finish his show, and you played with his friends at a new park. You couldn’t figure out what you’ve done so wrong.

“Am I really disappointing you, Daddy? I’d never, ever-"

“Yeah, you are,” Harry interrupts. His fingers reach to the bottom of your skirt, trying to pull it down more to conceal the part of your panties that was showing.

“Your dress is a little short, Baby.”

“Well, duh!” You respond, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that it was nothing too serious. “It’s a sundress, Daddy!” You playfully hit Harry on the shoulder, but his expression remains the same.

“Don’t fuckin’ give me excuses. You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, and this is what you wear? Did you just think I wouldn’t notice?” Harry responds, watching as you shake your head slightly, tears now forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand this at all. Harry said he loved your outfit, so much so that he even called you a princess.

“You said I looked pretty-"

“I lied. Y’think people wanna see how much of a whore you are because you want to show off like one?” Harry says, completely stopping your sentence. “Pull your fuckin dress down.”

“But you said I looked like a princess, Daddy!”

“I know, Darlin, but sometimes Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you this pretty, okay? You understand me?” Harry asks, his hand cupping your chin as you continue walking. “Nod if you understand Daddy.”

Choking on sobs, you nod in compliance before shaking your head right after.

“No! I like my dress the way it is, Daddy!” Stomping your foot, you whine at Harry, who now has a frown on his face.

“Fine.” Was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you the other way.

“Hey, M’ taking Y/n to the restroom. She’s gotta pee.” Harry says, before telling them to wait at the ice cream shop. He continues to walk to the car, but is slowed down by you tugging back.

“N-no! I don’t have to pee-”

“Yes, you do,” Harry growls, yanking your wrist to force you to catch up to him. Before you get there, he uses the remote keys to open the car door.

“Y’think you can disobey Daddy, huh?” Harry says softly, but roughly at the same time, his tone making you shiver. You whine at his tight grip, making your wrist turn white from how hard he’s holding on.

“Get in the fucking car.” Harry says, opening the back seat instead of the front. You notice this, and immediately try to run, but Harry pushes you in the car before you can.

“Don’t try to run, Darlin. Y’know that never works out.” Harry mutters, more to himself than to you, and pushes your dress up so he can see your panties. He spreads your legs wide and sniffs.

“Mmm.” He says, using his index finger to rub your clit slightly through your panties. “My favorite snack.” He moves your panties to the side and gives you no heads-up before completely devouring your pussy. With his lips around your clit, he growls as he moves his tongue at a rapid speed. You scream loudly at the sudden sensation, closing your legs in an attempt to make him stop.

“Daddy, what- why.. please..” You babble out, gripping his brown hair. You can’t help the gasps you let out, your heart beating faster at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking every part of you. He shushes you and tells you to calm down, but you squirm in response. He adds a finger in once he feels your walls are wet enough, and your body arches upwards once he does. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, and starts moving his fingers faster.

“Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit. You involuntarily clench your thighs, so hard to the point where it hurts. As if Harry knew this, he lightly squeezes your thigh to get you to stop. You let out an exasperated whine, telling Harry you’re almost there.

You almost let it happen, but quickly come to your senses.

“No, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin my sundress! Daddy, please I can’t! Stop! Nnghhh!”

Harry sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting out of your clenching pussy. You clench so hard around his fingers, it’s almost hard for him to move them, but he keeps the pace regardless.

“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.

“Hey. Don’t you want ice cream? Hm? If you cum for me, we can get you all the ice cream that pretty little mouth desires.” Harry’s comforting words didnt at all match his demanding tone. He keeps his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them faster and faster as he sucks your clit again. You only try to squirm away, accidentally kicking Harry in the face with your foot.

“JUST CUM FOR ME, DAMMIT!” Harry screams, startling you so hard, you can’t hold on anymore. The liquid from your pussy just gushes out, making the most filthiest sound the both of you ever heard. With your back completely arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your juices squirt all over Harry’s face, his seats, and his pants. He doesn’t even seem to care, and instead of scolding you, he leans down to your gushing pussy, and drinks. He holds out his tongue, and moans at the feeling of your liquids hitting his tastebuds. He could honestly stay there and indulge in that tangy taste he’s so obsessed with, but instead, he pulls your panties back to your leaking pussy.

Harry almost cums at the sight of your juices completely soaking your panties. He’s trying his hardest to ignore the obsessive twitching of his cock, and he finds himself harshly biting his lip. The liquid darkens the baby pink color into a dark magenta. Harry brings his thumb and places it on your clit, and rubbing softly. Your body shakes harshly at his small touch, and he lets out a deep chuckle at how sensitive you are. A small scream escapes your mouth when you feel Harry press hardly on your panties, making sure all your juices are soaked in. He sits back, eyes scanning you up and down. Your eyes are shut, body twitching uncontrollably. The only thing you can do is let out little whimpers, since you can’t seem to form words.

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Harry says gruffly, before grabbing a hand towel from the glove compartment and wiping his face and the seats. He unlocks the doors and helps you out the car. “Let’s get you some ice cream, Kitten.”

You remain practically glued to Harry’s hip, feeling colder than usual since you were all wet. You whine when the wind blows, making your sensitive pussy feel ice cold. The two of you make your way back into the ice cream shop, Drue and Jack taking notice of you as soon as you walk in. Harry takes a seat next to Drue after ordering you to stand in front of them.

“Go on, do a spin for Daddy and his friends.” Harry orders with that smirk of his. You give him a look, cocking your head in confusion.

“Do you want your ice cream or not?” Harry says harshly and demanding. His jaw clenches at the thought of you disobeying him, so he says it again, harsher this time.

“Spin.”

When you don’t move, Harry grabs your arm and lifts it above your head, spinning you around for the whole ice cream shop to see. Drue and Jack smile at you being shy, thinking nothing of it at first, until they see your soaked underwear.

“Did she.. have an accident?” Jack whispers shakily, eyes glued to your not-so baby pink panties.

“Nope,” Harry says blankly, though he can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face. “She squirted all over my face though.”

Harry figured if you want to show off your panties to the world, they might as well be wet.

After paying for your strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and buying his friends some too, Harry walks all of you back to the park. Bubbles float in the air, and the smell of cotton candy fills your lungs. As you eat your ice cream, you decide on what you should do first. Your mind is made up, though, when your eyes land on the seesaw. Giving Harry your cup of ice cream, you start to skip your way to the seesaw. Harry stops you by grabbing your arm.

“I told you to stop fuckin embarrassing me,” Harry mumbles lowly, before taking his thumb and running it over your lips. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Wha..?” You let out, before getting your answer when you see the ice cream Harry wipes off of your lips.

“Whatever. Just go.” Harry says, making a gesture with his hands telling you to move along. He licks the ice cream off his finger, before sitting on a bench while you play. You’re about to go on the seesaw when you realize you need another person to play. You figured you shouldn’t bother Harry right now, because he was speaking on the phone, and you’re not allowed to talk to him when he’s on the phone. So, you walk up to the bench where Drue and Jack sit, and lightly tug Jack’s shirt.

“Jack? Can you play with me?” You ask shyly, with your hands behind you. The two men laugh at your question, but Jack gets up and takes your hand.

“Of course, pretty. C’mon, let’s go.” He says, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the seesaw. He sits you down on the seesaw properly, and on the seat across from you. The seesaw goes up and down as you push with your legs. You wore a satisfied grin as you feel the wind blow across your face. Contentment was all you felt for a while until your shoelaces got untied. You even double-knotted just like Harry told you!

Jack, who was smiling at your excitement from the other side, sees your shoelaces and stops moving.

“I got it-"

“It’s okay!” You tell him, reassuring that you can do it yourself. Propping your foot on the little bit of seat space you had left. You make sure to triple knot this time, but when you’re on the last bunny loop, you fall flat on your ass. The spiky mulch pokes at your ass, causing tears to form in your eyes. You almost start bawling, but you remember Harry telling you how you were embarrassing him, so you wipe your tears like a big girl and hop right back on your feet. Jack helps you up, telling you that he had fun with you anyways.

It seemed nobody saw your fall, but when you turn your head to Harry’s direction, he’s slowly shaking his head. He gets up and walks in your direction, each step he takes giving you goosebumps. He doesn’t say a word, instead grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the bench.

“Wait, Daddy! I still wanna play!!” You say in a whine, trying to pry Harry’s strong fingers off your arm one by one.

“Why, so you can fall on your ass again? I told you not to fuckin embarrass me. This is the fifth- You know what?” Harry breaks off mid-sentence, his lips pursed into a fine line as he raises his hands.

“Fuck it, I'm done. Do what you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve done nothing but disobey me all day, and when it was time for you to get punished for your actions, I ended up with your foot basically down my fuckin’ throat,” Harry’s voice is practically booming around the whole park, and people stare his way but he doesn’t care. To him, you’ve broken rule, after rule, after rule.

“And now this? You can’t even tie your damn shoes right? Hm? If I find out you’re tryna embarrass me on purpose-”

“I’m not, Daddy! I promise! I just lost my bal-"

“Whatever. Like I said, do what you want. M’ gonna make a couple phone calls, I’ll be in the car.” With that, Harry’s walking away into the sea of people. Feeling defeated and like a disappointment, you make your way to the bench where Drue and Jack are sitting again. Your eyes almost immediately close shut, and you finally realize how tired you are.

“Aw, you’re tired, Honey?” Drue says, taking you in his lap. His tan skin brushes softly against yours. You nod your head yes to his question, leaning into his chest. It was warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but lean in a little more. Drue pets your head as whimper in his lap.

“I fell asleep w-waiting for Daddy. He was watchin’ his s-show… didn’t wan’ bother him.” Slurring on your words from the alcohol, you lean closer into Drue’s chest. You’ve been deprived of touch like this all day. Harry hasn’t even given you much attention since you’ve woken up, so you find yourself enjoying this more than you should.

Drue and Jack exchange knowing glances, and immediately start catering to you. Jack takes your chin in his hand and holds your head up. He puts a water bottle to your lip, and you shiver as you feel the cold liquid go down your throat.

“Let’s get that alcohol out of your system, okay Baby?” He nods his head and waits for you to do the same, and then takes your hand in his. Drue coos at you and whispers comforting words in your ears. You let out a tiny yawn, and immediately the two men both say “Awww,”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this, but Harry did tell you that Drue and Jack were his really close friends and that they were friendly. You didn’t want to embarrass him by denying his friend's attention.

There’s a moment of silence between you three, but it’s broken by a statement you’ve never heard anyone say before.

“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry,” Drue says in barely a whisper. Your head shoots up to look at him, and you let out a mumbled sound of confusion.

“Wha..? No.. I love Da-”

“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up." Drue says, pushing your head back to his chest. He begins to bounce his leg for you, and your eyes immediately close back shut.

You were completely knocked out, and Drue and Jack were so caught up in taking care of you, that you never even heard Harry’s voice coming your way.

He’s walking at a fast pace to get back to you, realizing he’s been gone for around an hour. He holds his phone close to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he listens to the person he’s arguing with.

“Yeah, I know that. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get-”

Harry stops in his tracks. He almost drops his phone at the sight he’s just witnessed.

Oh.

That's not how this was supposed to go. Harry was showing you off to his friends to show them what they can't have. Now that his friends think they can baby you like he does, hold you like he does, touch you like he does; he knows that he can no longer trust them. Or you, for that matter. Harry tilts his head sideways a bit to see a little better, and instead of blowing up like he usually would, a small, sly smirk creeps onto his face.

Harry’s going to ruin you.

“Well, who’ve we got here?” Jack says, a warm smile plastered on his pale face. “I- I’m Y/n, nice to m-meet you..” You respond just how Harry taught you for when you’re in littlespace, and you hear him let out a satisfied sound behind you.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n! I’m Jack, and this is Drue. We’ve been friends of Harry’s for a while now.” Jack explains. He reaches out to shake your delicate hand, and Drue does the same. “You look very pretty, Y/n.” Drue says.

“Thanks, you’re pretty too!” You respond, getting visibly more comfortable now.

“See? They’re friendly.” Harry says from behind, drinking from his cup slowly. He puts his cup down and makes his way toward you. “Now let’s get you dressed, yeah? C’mon, Darlin.” He puts a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the stairs. “Say goodbye before we leave, Y/n.”

“It’s nice meeting you two!” You wave back at Drue and Jack, and they do the same to you. “Be back in a few, gotta get this one dressed,” Harry says, and the two men nod and make conversation with themselves.

Harry lets you choose your outfit today, and you decide on a pretty pink sundress- bouncy, frilly, and “fit for a princess just like you,” in Harry’s own words. You choose basic pink low-top shoes to match.

“How do I look, Daddy?” You do a little spin for Harry, his green eyes inspecting you from head to toe. A smile creeps on his face. It was condescending and sly, but so endearing in your eyes.

“Y’look adorable, Babydoll. Now fix your hair.” Harry says, leading you to your vanity. “Can’t have you lookin a mess in front of my friends. You don’t wanna embarrass Daddy, do you?” He sits you down on the chair, a hand on your shoulder as you both stare into the mirror. You shake your head frantically at Harry’s statement. You’d never do anything to disappoint or embarrass your Daddy! He does everything for you, and if he wants you to look nice in front of his friends, you’ll do exactly that.

“All right, get to it. Gonna be downstairs with the boys if y’need me.” Harry says after giving your head a light peck with his lips. “Oh, and don’t wear too much makeup. Don’t want you walking around lookin' like a hooker.” With that, Harry’s gone down the stairs, leaving you alone in the mirror.

So, you open the drawer to your vanity and pull out your princess brush. You comb through your hair, detangling every part as you decide how to style it for today. After trying various hairstyles, and remembering which one is Harry’s favorite- you decide on leaving it loose. The mascara you chose was just enough to give a natural look. You didn’t want to embarrass Harry by wearing too much, so you kept it simple. After wrapping your favorite pink and white ribbon in your hair, you trudge down the stairs towards Harry. He’s now on the couch with Drue and Jack, watching a show you’d never be interested in. With a beer in his hand, Harry takes a few sips before making comments about the show. You lightly tap Harry’s shoulder, and he looks up at you with a small smile.

“Don’t I look pretty, Daddy?” You smile, eyes big and wide as you wait for your Daddy to praise you. Harry looks at you, eyes going up and down as he takes in your appearance. Eventually, he lets out a small “Mhm,” and takes another sip from his beer.

“Go wait by the door. Gonna finish this last episode and then we’ll be off, okay? Go be a good girl and wait for Daddy.” You nod in compliance, eager to follow your Daddy’s orders. You find a space on the ground next to the front door. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable and wait patiently for Harry.

After what seemed like forever, Harry and his friends finally get up from the couch and head towards the door. You’ve must’ve drifted off to sleep, because your eyes strain when you open them. Wiping your eyes, you fight back a yawn as you look up at Harry, Drue and Jack. “Daddy, it’s been almost an hour and-”

“We’re leaving now, right?”

You’re silent for a few seconds. “Right?” Harry repeats. “Yeah, but-” You try to respond, but Harry’s deep and husky voice empowers your small and timid one.

“Alright. Then there’s nothing to complain about. C’mon.” Harry says, making grabby hands at you. You grab his hands immediately, and he leads you to the car. He buckles you in your seat, making sure you’re secure before heading to the drivers seat and starting the car. Jack climbs in the passenger seat and immediately starts a conversation with Harry. You’re sitting next to Drue, who gives you a friendly smile before looking out the window. You do the same too, and in that moment, you realized you didn’t even know where you were going.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Darlin?” Harry responds. You assume that the beer he drank earlier is the reason for his thick, husky voice today. Before you called his name, his eyes were fixated on the road, but they are now shifting between the road and you in the mirror.

“Where are we goin’?” Your voice is filled with curiosity as you ask. Usually, to go to your favorite parks, Harry would turn right. You’d be able to name every building because of how many times you’ve been there. This area was much different. There were hardly any trees, no swings, and no dogs roaming the neighborhood.

Harry hums at your question. He taps the steering wheel with his index finger as he thinks of an answer. How many questions were you going to ask him today? He’s close to telling you to stop asking him things altogether, but seeing as you probably wouldn’t quit, he decides it’s best to tell you. “We’re still goin to the park, Kitten,” Harry responds, in hopes that will shut you up. Why were you questioning him anyways? Harry’s the one who has power in this relationship, so you should simply follow his instructions without challenging him.

“But- where are the pretty palm trees? And the ice cream shop?” Using your hands to push upwards, you look out the window to see your surroundings again. There’s nothing here that’s familiar to you, and your little mind is determined to find out why. Disappointment lingers in your tone when you speak. “This doesn’t look like the park.”

“It’s a different kind of park.” Harry shoots back, a fake smile plastered on his face. It remains there for a few seconds, before quickly diminishing into his dead expression once more. “Now stop fuckin’ bothering me and let me drive.” Harry presses harshly on the pedal, - so harshly that he can feel the metal- making sure you know this conversation is completely over. He engages in conversation with Jack, completely toning out anything that may come out of your mouth. It’s annoying to Harry, really, to hear the same little voice in his ear 24/7. You ask about absurd, unnecessary, obvious things, and if you’re not talking about a cartoon you’re watching, you’re blabbing your mouth about some useless toy.

The location you stop at makes you want to cry. Nothing here looks enjoyable. The building is an old, crusty beige, and trash is littered everywhere around it. Loud music booms through the concrete walls, and you can’t stop yourself from cringing as Harry begins to park the car. Once it’s parked, Harry doesn’t even wait for you, -or even help you out the car- instead, he’s rushing inside the building with Jack. Drue, on the other hand stays behind. His brown eyes watch you slowly get out the car, eyes big and wide as you look at this new park. “Not as pretty as your usual parks, huh?”

A gasp escapes your lips as you turn in Drue’s direction. You smile once you see his face, and gently shake your head. “Daddy usually takes me to the park next to the ice cream shop. I’ve never seen this park before!” You say, running your delicate fingers across the bumpy walls. “Is the playground inside?” Curious, you tilt your head to the side. When he realizes just how innocent you are, Drue chuckles and wonders how Harry could have just left you out there by yourself. He’s never heard much about you, other then Harry mentioning you a few times in conversations, but before Drue could ask anymore about you, Harry would change the subject. Every. Single. Time. He could never figure out if it was because you didn’t exist, or if it’s because Harry wants you all to himself.

Drue never imagined you to be so… adorable. With your bubbly personality and that cute smile of yours, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you- and he knows if Harry ever found out what he thinks about you, he’d be a dead man. “It’s not that kind of playground, Y/n. Come with me.” Drue says, doing a gesture with his pointer and middle finger so you can grab his hand. You hesitate a bit. Harry tells you he’s the only one who can hold your hand, but Drue was his best friend, so why wouldn’t it be fine? His hand fits perfectly around yours. The two of you head inside the building, the sea of people completely swallowing you whole.

The only thing you can see is people everywhere, rubbing on each other, and practically eating each others faces. Definitely not a place for someone like you. Harry and Jack are nowhere to be seen, Drue makes sure of it- before leading you to the middle of the dance floor. “Dance with me,” He says in your ear. He begins to move his body to the loud music. He stops once he notices your lost expression. “C’mon, Y/n. Don’t worry about Harry. He controls every little thing you do. Don’t you wanna let loose today?”

You don’t know exactly what to do, but you know Harry trusts Drue, and this is a park. You wanted to have fun, and that’s exactly what a park is for. So, with a smile on your face, you begin to dance with Drue. He smiles back, and looks for any sign of Harry before returning his attention back to you.

If Drue knew Harry was all the way in the back, eyes sinisterly watching the two of you, he would’ve left you alone entirely.

Harry’s leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, and Jack in his ear blabbing about something he couldn’t care less about. He slowly takes a sip of his drink, and mumbles out a “Mhm” to make it seem like he’s not ignoring Jack. The only thing he’s focused on is you, dancing with his best friend. Harry knows you’d never cheat on him, or even have the guts to, so this has to be in the hands of Drue.

“Dance with Y/n.” Harry says blankly, completely stopping Jack from blabbing about whatever he was going on about.

“What? But that’s your girlfriend, man-“

“I don’t give a shit. Go.” Harry pushes Jack in your direction. He gives him a concerned look. He waits for Harry to elaborate, but that’s all he gives him, his expression remaining unbothered. Jack gives him another weird look before getting next to you and Drue, moving his body in a rhythm that matches yours.

Harry sighs deeply as he falls back against the wall. Drue obviously has an interest in you, but if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t even try it. Harry knows if Drue dares to make a move on you, it’s not long until Jack will try to follow suit. So, he figured he’d mess with his friends. Show them what they are unable to possess—you.

You’re still dancing with the two men surrounding each side of you. Laughing and twirling around in excitement, you grab both of their hands and make them twirl along with you.

“Wheeww!” You let out between giggles. Drue and Jack laugh at your innocence and continue to dance. Your fun was cut short when Harry gets in between the three of you, an unamused expression on his face.

“This place is fuckin’ boring,” Harry says, a fresh, unopened can of beer in his right hand. You don’t even notice it, until you feel Harry’s cold hand lifting your chin up, putting the can to your closed lips.

“But Daddy, you said I can’t have anymore alcohol, remember? Cuz I threw up a bunch!”

“Yeah, but you can take this.” Harry says, tapping your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. When you don’t, Harry’s condeciding smile turns into a frown. Drue and Jack watch as Harry’s gaze turns cold.

“Open.”

Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth slowly. You can’t prepare yourself for the burning, harsh liquid that trickles down your throat. You swallow and lean back to show Harry you don’t want anymore, but he only presses the can back to your lips.

“More.”

You reluctantly follow his orders and take five long sips from the can. As you swallow the beer, you hold back your tears and give Harry a small smile, waiting for him to praise you for being good. But as you watch Harry chuckle and playfully hit Jack on the shoulder, the tears in your eyes only deepen.

“See? I told you she’d drink some if I told her to.” Harry says between laughs, before taking another sip of beer.

“C’mon. We’ll go the park, Y/n.” He extends his empty hand out to you, and when you don’t take it, his jaw clenches. You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him you don’t want to go to the other park anymore. You like this park, and you like dancing with Harry’s friends. Harry only ignores you, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the building. Drue and Jack follow along and choose not to say anything to Harry who’s visibly angry, though he won’t admit it.

Excitement bubbles in your stomach once you see the park's huge palm trees. There seems to be a festival going on, and you can’t stop the smile that appears on your face. Drue lets out a chuckle at the sight of you.

“You excited?” Drue asks you, unbuckling his seatbelt while Harry parks the car.

“Yeah! This is my favorite park, remember? I wanna play on the-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp, remembering the best part of the whole park.

“Daddy! Can we get ice cream? The ice cream shop is open!” You look at Harry, who’s parked and is almost out the car. He doesn’t respond, only nods his head and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and receipts and pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Here,” Harry says, holding the money to you between his pointer and middle finger. “Get whatever you want.”

Dumbfounded, you look at the money with wide eyes. Harry’s never let you hold more than fifty dollars, so two hundred seemed like all the money in the world. You bubble with excitement as you think of all the things you can buy at the festival. As you take the money from Harry, you bounce around and think of stuffed animals and candy.

“Thank you soooo much, Daddy! You’re the best! I love you so much!” You say, stepping on your tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer, kissing you on your lips.

“I love you too, Kitten. With all of my heart. Do you know that?" Harry says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Do you know Daddy loves you?" In the corner of his eye, he sees Drue and Jack, awkwardly waiting for this moment to be over. A smile returns to Harry’s face as he sees this, and he lets you go.

“I gotta take some calls. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Following your Daddy’s orders, you nod your head frantically and skip along the road toward the ice cream shop.

“Don’t leave Drue and Jack, y’hear me?” Harry yells out before you get too far, and you give him a thumbs up before skipping again. He sees Drue tell you something he couldn’t hear from where he was, but you skip ahead of both Drue and Jack.

That’s when Harry realizes, your sundress is entirely too short for his liking. Your sundress bounces up as you skip along, partially revealing your baby-pink underwear. Harry’s jaw clenches as he sees Drue and Jack not even trying to hide their gaze at your panties. He can’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock, which was now throbbing at the sight in front of him.

Harry jogs in front of his friends and right next to you, grabbing your arm harshly before leaning down to your ear.

“Why’re you tryna disappoint me, Kitten?” Harry says, his tone harsh and deep. With wide eyes, you swallow harshly at your Daddy’s question.

“Disappoint you?” You ask in disbelief. You’d never try to disappoint your Daddy, ever! Harry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Tears begin to rise up from your waterline, and down onto your flushed cheeks. You made sure you did your makeup and hair just like Harry wanted it, you waited by the door for him to finish his show, and you played with his friends at a new park. You couldn’t figure out what you’ve done so wrong.

“Am I really disappointing you, Daddy? “I’d never, ever-"

“Yeah, you are,” Harry interrupts. His fingers reach to the bottom of your skirt, trying to pull it down more to conceal the part of your panties that was showing.

“Your dress is a little short, Baby.”

“Well, duh!” You respond, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that it was nothing too serious. “It’s a sundress, Daddy!” You playfully hit Harry on the shoulder, but his expression remains the same.

“Don’t fuckin’ give me excuses. You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, and this is what you wear? Did you just think I wouldn’t notice?” Harry responds, watching as you shake your head slightly, tears now forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand this at all. Harry said he loved your outfit, so much so that he even called you a princess.

“You said I looked pretty-“

“I lied. Y’think people wanna see how much of a whore you are because you want to show off like one?” Harry says, completely stopping your sentence. “Pull your fuckin dress down.”

“But you said I looked like a princess, Daddy!”

“I know, Darlin, but sometimes Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you this pretty, okay? You understand me?” Harry asks, his hand cupping your chin as you continue walking. “Nod if you understand Daddy.”

Choking on sobs, you nod in compliance before shaking your head right after.

“No! I like my dress the way it is, Daddy!” Stomping your foot, you whine at Harry, who now has a frown on his face.

“Fine.” Was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you the other way.

“Hey, M’ taking Y/n to the restroom. She’s gotta pee.” Harry says, after telling them to wait at the ice cream shop. He continues to walk to the car, but is slowed down by you tugging back.

“N-no! I don’t have to pee-“

“Yes, you do,” Harry growls, yanking your wrist to force you to catch up to him. Before you get there, he uses the remote keys to open the car door.

“Y’think you can disobey Daddy, huh?” Harry says softly, but roughly at the same time, his tone making you shiver. You whine at his tight grip, making your wrist turn white from how hard he’s holding on.

“Get in the fucking car.” Harry says, opening the back seat instead of the front. You notice this, and immediately try to run, but Harry pushes you in the car before you can.

“Don’t try to run, Darlin. Y’know that never works out.” Harry mutters, more to himself than to you, and pushes your dress up so he can see your panties. He spreads your legs wide and sniffs.

“Mmm.” He says, using his index finger to rub your clit slightly through your panties. “My favorite snack.” He moves your panties to the side and gives you no heads-up before completely devouring your pussy. With his lips around your clit, he growls as he moves his tongue at a rapid speed. You scream loudly at the sudden sensation, closing your legs in an attempt to make him stop.

“Daddy, what- why.. please..” You babble out, gripping his brown hair. You can’t help the gasps you let out, your heart beating faster at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking every part of you. He shushes you and tells you to calm down, but you squirm in response. He adds a finger in once he feels your walls are wet enough, and your body arches upwards once he does. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, and starts moving his fingers faster.

“Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit. You involuntarily clench your thighs, so hard to the point where it hurts. As if Harry knew this, he lightly squeezes your thigh to get you to stop. You let out an exasperated whine, telling Harry you’re almost there.

You almost let it happen, but quickly come to your senses.

“No, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin my sundress! Daddy, please I can’t! Stop! Nnghhh!”

Harry sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting out of your clenching pussy. You clench so hard around his fingers, it’s almost hard for him to move them, but he keeps the pace regardless.

“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.

“Hey. Don’t you want ice cream? Hm? If you cum for me, we can get you all the ice cream that pretty little mouth desires.” Harry’s comforting words didnt at all match his demanding tone. He keeps his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them faster and faster as he sucks your clit again. You only try to squirm away, accidentally kicking Harry in the face with your foot.

“JUST CUM FOR ME, DAMMIT!” Harry screams, startling you so hard, you can’t hold on anymore. The liquid from your pussy just gushes out, making the most filthiest sound the both of you ever heard. With your back completely arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your juices squirt all over Harry’s face, his seats, and his pants. He doesn’t even seem to care, and instead of scolding you, he leans down to your gushing pussy, and drinks. He holds out his tongue, and moans at the feeling of your liquids hitting his tastebuds. He could honestly stay there and indulge in that tangy taste he’s so obsessed with, but instead, he pulls your panties back to your leaking pussy.

Harry almost cums at the sight of your juices completely soaking your panties. He’s trying his hardest to ignore the obsessive twitching of his cock, and he finds himself harshly biting his lip. The liquid darkens the baby pink color into a dark magenta. Harry brings his thumb and places it on your clit, and rubbing softly. Your body shakes harshly at his small touch, and he lets out a deep chuckle at how sensitive you are. A small scream escapes your mouth when you feel Harry press hardly on your panties, making sure all your juices are soaked in. He sits back, eyes scanning you up and down. Your eyes are shut, body twitching uncontrollably. The only thing you can do is let out little whimpers, since you can’t seem to form words.

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Harry says gruffly, before grabbing a hand towel from the glove compartment and wiping his face and the seats. He unlocks the doors, and helps you out the car. “Let’s get you some ice cream, Kitten.”

You remain practically glued to Harry’s hip, feeling colder than usual since you were all wet. You whine when the wind blows, making your sensitive pussy feel ice cold. The two of you make your way back into the ice cream shop, Drue and Jack taking notice of you as soon as you walk in. Harry takes a seat next to Drue after ordering you to stand in front of them.

“Go on, do a spin for Daddy and his friends.” Harry orders with that smirk of his. You give him a look, cocking your head in confusion.

“Do you want your ice cream or not?” Harry says harshly and demanding. His jaw clenches at the thought of you disobeying him, so he says it again, harsher this time.

“Spin.”

When you don’t move, Harry grabs your arm and lifts it above your head, spinning you around for the whole ice cream shop to see. Drue and Jack smile at you being shy, thinking nothing of it at first, until they see your soaked underwear.

“Did she.. have an accident?” Jack whispers shakily, eyes glued to your not-so baby pink panties.

“Nope,” Harry says blankly, though he can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face. “She squirted all over my face though.”

Harry figured if you want to show off your panties to the world, they might as well be wet.

After paying for your strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and buying his friends some too, Harry walks all of you back to the park. Bubbles float in the air, and the smell of cotton candy fills your lungs. As you eat your ice cream, you decide on what you should do first. Your mind is made up, though, when your eyes land on the seesaw. Giving Harry your cup of ice cream, you start to skip your way to the seesaw. Harry stops you by grabbing your arm.

“I told you to stop fuckin embarrassing me,” Harry mumbles lowly, before taking his thumb and running it over your lips. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Wha..?” You let out, before getting your answer when you see the ice cream Harry wipes off of your lips.

“Whatever. Just go.” Harry says, making a gesture with his hands telling you to move along. He licks the ice cream off his finger, before sitting on a bench while you play. You’re about to go on the seesaw when you realize you need another person to play. You figured you shouldn’t bother Harry right now, because he was speaking on the phone, and you’re not allowed to talk to him when he’s on the phone. So, you walk up to the bench where Drue and Jack sit, and lightly tug Jack’s shirt.

“Jack? Can you play with me?” You ask shyly, with your hands behind you. The two men laugh at your question, but Jack gets up and takes your hand.

“Of course, pretty. C’mon, let’s go.” He says, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the seesaw. He sits you down on the seesaw properly, and on the seat across from you. The seesaw goes up and down as you push with your legs. You wore a satisfied grin as you feel the wind blow across your face. Contentment was all you felt for a while until your shoelaces got untied. You even double-knotted just like Harry told you!

Jack, who was smiling at your excitement from the other side, sees your shoelaces and stops moving.

“I got it-"

“It’s okay!” You tell him, reassuring that you can do it yourself. Propping your foot on the little bit of seat space you had left. You make sure to triple knot this time, but when you’re on the last bunny loop, you fall flat on your ass. The spiky mulch pokes at your ass, causing tears to form in your eyes. You almost start bawling, but you remember Harry telling you how you were embarrassing him, so you wipe your tears like a big girl and hop right back on your feet. Jack helps you up, telling you that he had fun with you anyways.

It seemed nobody saw your fall, but when you turn your head to Harry’s direction, he’s slowly shaking his head. He gets up and walks in your direction, each step he takes giving you goosebumps. He doesn’t say a word, instead grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the bench.

“Wait, Daddy! I still wanna play!!” You say in a whine, trying to pry Harry’s strong fingers off your arm one by one.

“Why, so you can fall on your ass again? I told you not to fuckin embarrass me. This is the fifth- You know what?” Harry breaks off mid-sentence, his lips pursed into a fine line as he raises his hands.

“Fuck it, I'm done. Do what you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve done nothing but disobey me all day, and when it was time for you to get punished for your actions, I ended up with your foot basically down my fuckin’ throat,” Harry’s voice is practically booming around the whole park, and people stare his way but he doesn’t care. To him, you’ve broken rule, after rule, after rule.

“And now this? You can’t even tie your damn shoes right? Hm? If I find out you’re tryna embarrass me on purpose-“

“I’m not, Daddy! I promise! I just lost my bal-"

“Whatever. Like I said, do what you want. M’ gonna make a couple phone calls, I’ll be in the car.” With that, Harry’s walking away into the sea of people. Feeling defeated and like a disappointment, you make your way to the bench where Drue and Jack are sitting again. Your eyes almost immediately close shut, and you finally realize how tired you are.

“Aw, you’re tired, Honey?” Drue says, taking you in his lap. His tan skin brushes softly against yours. You nod your head yes to his question, leaning into his chest. It was warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but lean in a little more. Drue pets your head as whimper in his lap.

“I fell asleep w-waiting for Daddy. He was watchin’ his s-show… didn’t wan’ bother him.” Slurring on your words from the alcohol, you lean closer into Drue’s chest. You’ve been deprived of touch like this all day. Harry hasn’t even given you much attention since you’ve woken up, so you find yourself enjoying this more than you should.

Drue and Jack exchange knowing glances, and immediately start catering to you. Jack takes your chin in his hand and holds your head up. He puts a water bottle to your lip, and you shiver as you feel the cold liquid go down your throat.

“Let’s get that alcohol out of your system, okay Baby?” He nods his head and waits for you to do the same, and then takes your hand in his. Drue coos at you and whispers comforting words in your ears. You let out a tiny yawn, and immediately the two men both say “Awww,”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this, but Harry did tell you that Drue and Jack were his really close friends and that they were friendly. You didn’t want to embarrass him by denying his friend's attention.

There’s a moment of silence between you three, but it’s broken by a statement you’ve never heard anyone say before.

“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry,” Drue says in barely a whisper. Your head shoots up to look at him, and you let out a mumbled sound of confusion.

“Wha..? No.. I love Da-”

“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up." Drue says, pushing your head back to his chest. He begins to bounce his leg for you, and your eyes immediately close back shut.

You were completely knocked out, and Drue and Jack were so caught up in taking care of you, that you never even heard Harry’s voice coming your way.

He’s walking at a fast pace to get back to you, realizing he’s been gone for around an hour. He holds his phone close to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he listens to the person he’s arguing with.

“Yeah, I know that. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get-”

Harry stops in his tracks. He almost drops his phone at the sight he’s just witnessed.

Oh.

That's not how this was supposed to go. Harry was showing you off to his friends to show them what they can't have. Now that his friends think they can baby you like he does, hold you like he does, touch you like he does; he knows that he can no longer trust them. Or you, for that matter. Harry tilts his head sideways a bit to see a little better, and instead of blowing up like he usually would, a small, sly smirk creeps onto his face.

Harry’s going to ruin you.

Harry begins to park the car in the driveway, his forearm muscles flexing a bit as he turns the wheel. You look at him innocently, eyes big and wide, hoping to make him less angry. “Don’t act like you’re fuckin’ innocent,” Harry says, gaze shifting between you and the road. “I saw how you were twirling your hair round, batting your eyelashes n’ shit.”

Except you weren’t lying. You were just trying to be friendly; at first. You did have intentions to make Harry jealous, so you thought just by looking pretty and being nice Harry would see how irresistible you are. You were too nice and naive of a girl though, to see what the man’s thoughts actually were. You didn’t see how the man barely looked at your face once, instead, his gaze was lower.

“Get out.” Harry mumbles as he unlocks the car door, and you quickly grab your things and shuffle behind him. You can barely talk to him for a second because he’s already opened the front door and walked inside. You step into the house and close the door. You set your things down on the counter, and before you can process, Harry has you pinned against the wall. You squeak at the sudden action watching as Harry grabs both your wrists with just one hand. He presses his hand above your head, ensuring you don’t try to run away.

“You were just bein friendly..” Harry mocks you from earlier, taking off his coat before grabbing your face roughly. “Daddy, I didn’t wan’ be mean!” you say, cheeks growing hot at the way Harry looks at you. He looks like he’s going to devour you. His untamed, ruffled hair makes his green eyes appear more intimidating than ever. “Y’know Daddy doesn’t like when you lie, Baby…” Harry says, taking off your jacket and throwing it on the ground without care. You can’t do anything but stare at him helplessly. “Daddy, wait! I just wanted a new friend!” You spit out a lie from the top of your tongue. Anything to soften the punishment you knew was coming.

“A new friend?” Harry says, pouting his mouth as if your lie pained him. “On the bed. Face down with your clothes off.” He commands cocking his head in the direction of the stairs. You try to do exactly that, but he grabs your forearm as you attempt to leave. Harry leans down, lips grazing your ear slightly. His breath on your ear makes you shiver. “And don’t you dare move until I come for you. Need you to show me you can be my obedient lil’ girl again.”

1 hour and 35 minutes. That’s how long you’ve been on the bed, completely naked, hopelessly waiting for Harry to come for you. You only had on your white frilly knee-high socks, which did nothing to protect you from the cold sheets that immediately hardened your nipples. You’ve been miserably aroused since you got back home and you were beginning to lose your patience. The position you were in didn’t help you at all- you were flat on your stomach, your face being forced to look at the wall. You wriggle in your spot, trying to get the tiniest bit of friction. You look up in front of you, and your eyes go wide as you see Harry’s pillow, and a random gray shirt of his thrown next to it. The deep, insatiable teakwood scent of him fills your lungs, and you can’t help but rub your thighs together in response.

You look back towards the door behind you. It’s only open a crack. Harry never told you what he was doing, but you figured it was important work on the computer. There’s no way he’d come back anytime soon, so you grab the pillow and fold it. You position your legs around it and start moving, biting your lip to hide your whines. You grab his shirt and practically suffocate yourself with it, letting out a long sigh from the sniffing. “Daddy..” You let out involuntary whimpers as you go.

“Nnghhh..” You let a long exasperated whine slip from your lips. You move your hips faster on the pillow as you sniff your Daddy’s shirt again. The pleasure was ten times more intense because you’ve been left aroused for so long, just dying to be touched. You knew you would be in deep trouble if Harry walked in, but you figured he was way too busy with work to notice. And you’d be finished before he could ever catch you.

Soon, you’re almost there, and your knuckles become white from how hard you’re gripping the pillow. “Da.. da..” You babble to yourself. Your pussy throbs, signaling that you’re about to come. “Daddy!” You moan aloud, not really caring if Harry would come in at this point. You were finally so close to cumming, and it seemed so much more unattainable because of how long you’ve waited. You bring one hand to play with your nipple, folding it into your fingers as you moan. You’re no longer biting your lip, instead, a hand is pressed on your mouth in a better attempt to quiet the louder moans escaping your mouth. You’re like a dog in heat, and your frantic movements only get quicker and quicker. “Daddyyy..” You blurt out of pleasure. You quickly put your hand back towards your mouth and look behind towards the door. You don’t think Harry’s heard you, so you start your movements on the pillow again.

You were so wrong. Harry stopped his work 20 minutes ago, immediately dropping his pen when he heard a needy whine come from your bedroom. The door was already opened a bit, so he peeked inside and what he saw immediately made him cup his crotch. His little kitten, hopelessly humping his pillow, while practically suffocating herself in his shirt. Harry contemplated on whether he should just stay put and watch how desperate you are, or if he should punish you for disobeying him once more. You didn't deserve to cum. But remembering tonight’s stunt, he realized; if you wanted to cum so badly, he was going to make you cum. But he needed to punish you first. He needed you to be his little kitten again.

Hissing through his teeth, Harry pushes the cracked door open with one finger. You’re completely clueless about what’s happening; your Daddy witnessing you get off on his pillow and the scent of his shirt. You keep going, and you whine at the feeling of finally being able to cum. Then, you stop your movements completely. You let out a gasp, not out of pleasure, but out of complete shock. A cold hand wraps fingers around your neck ever so slowly. It’s your Daddy’s; his cold rings making you shiver. You drop the shirt, and your breathing gets more frantic at the thought of your punishment.

“It’s almost like you want me to punish you, Kitten..” Harry says, his grip on your throat becoming tighter. You let out a broken whine in response. Harry removes the pillow from under you, making a tsk sound at the huge wet spot on the casing. You stare at it with him, trying to devise a viable excuse to make your Daddy understand. It wasn’t fair, he left you all alone in the room for so long! You were desperate and needy for your Daddy, and he didn’t seem to care. You look up at Harry, eyes big and wide as you see him unbuckle his belt.

“Over my knee. Now, Y/n.” Harry pats his lap three times, signaling for you to climb on. You do exactly that, knowing if you disobeyed your Daddy even further, your punishment would be far worse. You begin to crawl on his lap, your pussy juices making a shiny line on his pants as you go. “Now,” Harry starts, folding his belt. “Tell me why I’m doin this, Babydoll.”

"Cause.. cause I wasn't listening?" You say, and almost immediately, Harry yanks you by your hair. You yelp, as you feel your walls growing warmer and slicker by the second. "The real reason, Darlin. Don't lie to me.." Harry growls, watching as you squirm around in attempt to get him to let go. To your surprise, he does, and you let out a tiny sigh of relief. "Go on, then."

"Cause I didn’t eat my vegetab- AH!" You let out a long squeal as you jerk harshly in Harry's lap. The belt left a stinging pain on your ass, and tears start to well in your eyes as it sinks in. Harry looks down at you with his look from before, and you feel your heart beat faster at the sight. "Don't fucking lie to me!" He shouts, before clearing his throat and returning to his neutral voice. "You're only hurtin' yourself, Kitten." He says, now folding the belt for it to be a longer length. “Try again. Tell me all the reasons why Daddy has to punish you,” Harry orders, lightly yanking your hair again causing you to whimper. “And don’t stop till you’ve named every single one.” You swallow harshly, getting ready to follow your Daddy’s instructions.

“I-I was flirting with a guy at the- nngh! - at the p-park..” The sound of the belt smacking your flesh makes Harry shift in his spot a little. He continually spanks you as you go, all your different little sounds making him groan. “Nd’ I moved when you told- ah! - me not to..”

“And what did Daddy tell you, hm? What happens when you disobey Daddy?” Harry says, watching as you squirm around on his lap. Your pussy glistens from how wet you are. Harry slides his pointer finger in your slit, and you immediately whine at the touch. “I get punished..” You answer his question, whimpering at Harry’s fingers, which are now rubbing circles on your clit.

“Mmm.” Harry says, biting his lip as he decides what to do with you. You look up at him with the biggest innocent eyes, watching as he grabs his shirt from the bed. He holds it to your nose, and you let out the neediest whine he’s ever heard. Your eyes are closed as you pant, breathing in the insatiable sent of Harry, over, and over, and over again. “Look at you. Panting like a lil puppy because of Daddy’s smell.. you like the smell of Daddy’s shirt, huh, baby?” Harry says, petting your head as you pant. “You like the way Daddy smells?” You nod your head shyly, hoping Harry will accept that as an answer. You didn’t know something as simple as your Daddy’s shirt could turn you on so much. “Words, Darlin.”

“Y-yes.. You smell so good, Daddy- mnph!” Harry has his shirt stuffed in your mouth, completely shutting you up. “Shouldn’t have a problem with this, then.” He says, throwing his belt on the floor. You look up at him with a lost expression on your face. “Wha..?” You try to say through his shirt. You weren’t a good girl today, and you knew that. You tried to make a guy jealous at the park today, and you touched yourself without your Daddy’s permission. Harry had every right to give you a spanking for your behavior, so why did he get rid of his belt?

“Get up.” Harry orders. You get off his lap, and he positions you on all fours with your back completely arched. He gets behind you, and you see his shadow lean toward your aching pussy. “Daddy, I don’ underst-” You interrupt yourself with a loud muffled gasp, gripping the sheets to keep steady. You let out muffled whimpers into his shirt. Harry’s tongue begins to lap at your clit, and he lets out a chuckle that immediately sends vibrations to your body. You’re already close from humping Harry’s pillow earlier, so you knew you wouldn't last long. Harry notices this, so he adds in a finger. “Daddy,” you release a mix of whimpers and whines through the shirt. You accidentally let it fall from your mouth, which was now opened out of pleasure. "D-don't stop, Daddy! Feels so- nngh! Feels so good..." You babble out before your mouth opens in a silent scream.

Harry, now licking at your folds, notices the shirt laying on the bed, instead of shoved down your throat. "Put that shit back in your fuckin mouth." He growls, before grabbing it and yanking your hair back. Harry violently shoves it back down your throat, and you let out a whine as you feel the gentle cotton it was earlier turn into harsh material against your throat. Harry's back to your needy pussy, shoving in his index and his middle finger in your spongy walls. He curves his fingers, reveling at the way you jolt when he finds your spot. All your precious little, whines fill his mind and only makes him thrust his fingers in faster. He slides his tongue in your slit again, twirling it around so he can taste every bit of you.

The shirt is your saving grace at this point, you're jaw's clenched on it as your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel your stomach tighten, your pussy clenching around Harry's long fingers, which tells him that you're about to cum. He flicks his tongue at the fastest pace he can, and moves his fingers deeper inside your walls. You cum as soon as he pinches your puffy clit.

He almost cums too.

Your body begins to shake harshly as you shriek into the shirt. You try to grab onto something, anything, to help you keep steady. Your pussy flutters rapidly around Harry's fingers, and your legs clench at the stimulation.

Harry lets out a growl, a deep, animalistic growl against your clit once he tastes your tangy, sweet juices on his tongue. Your gushing all over his face, wetting his chin, his pants, and his dress shirt. He begins to thrust his fingers in at a vicious rate, making your juices splash everywhere on the bed. "Fuck, good girl.." Harry praises you like a puppy, groaning at the sight of your juices ruining the sheets. He reaches a hand to your mouth and removes the shirt, exchanging them for his ringed fingers. Your little pants become heavier as your body becomes weak on the bed. Before you completely fall, you feel Harry wrap a strong arm under you to keep you upright. He waits a moment for you to catch your breath before sliding a finger in. "N-no.. Please... Daddy... No," You whine, as Harry rubs his thumb over your sensitive clit before returning back down to your pussy.

“Daddyyyy! S-stop!” You try to crawl away from him, but he immediately grabs your waist and puts you right back where you were. His tongue only laps harder at your clit as you whine helplessly, begging him to stop. Since you can only look down between your thighs, the only thing you can see is Harry’s black work pants, which were way more tighter on him than usual. His dick is painfully hard, but he chooses to ignore it as he works on your throbbing pussy. Harry brings his head back up for a breather, slapping your ass over and over again. He lands two, three, four, heavy blows to your ass.

“Ah! Daddy, I’m sorry! Stop it, please!” You cry out, gripping the sheets roughly for support. Harry spanks your ass again, and again, and again, spanking you harder each time. The last spank breaks you, and he smiles to himself.

Now Harry has you where he wants you. He finally has you crying from cumming. Fat, black tears from your mascara run down your cheeks and onto the sheets. Your body shakes as you sob from the overstimulation on your clit, and the harsh pain on your ass. You cry and whine like a little baby, and Harry coos in your ear as you do. “Baby… isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you want Daddy to make you cum?” Harry says gently, rubbing your ass lightly with his thumb. Instead of immediately returning back down to your dripping pussy, he gets directly behind you. He presses your ass to his crotch, your wet pussy leaving wet marks all over his bulge. This only makes Harry harder. His hands slowly find their way back to your pussy, and he slides two fingers in with ease.

Harry basks in the sight of you, his Kitten practically seizing at how intense this orgasm was. Your still shaking, ass up as you let out muffled whimpers into the sheets.

He’d be damned if some bastard got to see his Kitten like that.

“Daddy, S’too m-much.. please…” You beg lowly through sobs, hoping he’ll have some mercy. Your arms were getting weak from being in this position, but Harry didn’t care. He leans down so his body is directly on top of yours, and brings his lips to your ear. The feeling makes you shiver. “If Daddy says you can take another, you can take another.” And with that, he was back to your sopping pussy, licking up any of your juices that were now sliding down your socks.

You’ve been like this for 45 minutes, Harry eating you out till you cum on his face, over, and over, and over again. You fall limp a couple times, but Harry continues to put you right back where you were. The excessive amounts of pleasure became too much for your little cunny, and Harry revels at how you literally scream once he forces another orgasm out of you. You should be begging Harry to stop touching your sensitive body all together, but there was something missing. Orgasm after orgasm and your poor little cunny still felt tingly. After this last orgasm, Harry stands up to smack your puffy clit, and you jerk and whimper at every hit.

“Da-mmph! Daddy.. I-mm.. It hurts, Daddy, I wan- I wanna feel full..” You babble helplessly in the sheets, and your throat tightens as you sob harder. “I know you told me I couldn’t touch myself without your permission N’ I’m sorry! I don’t deserve it but I want your cock, Daddy..” Harry stops as he hears you beg through choked sobs, wiping your cheeks with your palms. “Please.. Just wan’ you..”

Harry flips you over gently so you’re on your back, and spreads your legs. He takes off his black work pants, and throws them somewhere on the floor. “Even after all that you still want Daddy’s cock, huh?” Harry says gruffly, pulling out his cock and watching it spring out. Precum drips down his cock, and he groans as he strokes it a little bit. He teased you just for a moment, slowly rubbing his tip over your sensitive clit, before finally giving you what you want. Harry roughly pushes in you with just one long stroke, not even giving you time to adjust to his length. It stung for a bit, but it was the best sting you’ve ever felt- the feeling of your Daddy’s cock filling you up makes you whine from pleasure. You wrap your legs tightly around him, bringing him even deeper inside you.

“Fuck..” Harry sighs, setting his pace- which wasn’t slow, but he was definitely taking his time, like he was savoring it. He was, he was savoring the way your pussy squeezes his cock like it’s made just to fit you, like it’s a key to your lock. “That’s my girl.. so fuckin- mmm- so fuckin tight f’me.” Harry says through moans. He lets both of his arms rest on each side of your head, and lets his body rest gently above yours as he moves. Every moan, every whimper and whine, Harry loves to hear. He uses his thumb to slowly pet your head, eyes fixed on your expression of pleasure.

You let your eyes fall shut, just to get a break from the intensity of his stare, but you’re interrupted as Harry goes “Nope. Look at me.” You blink your eyes back open, almost choking on nothing as you saw how… possessive Harry’s gaze had become in the last four seconds. “There she is, my good girl..” He says, continuing his euphoric pace in your tightening pussy. “It was the girl from the press, huh? The way she was lookin’ at me from ‘cross the table.. you didn’t like that did ya?”

You swallow harshly, thinking of something to say, because Harry was completely right. Two days ago, at an unexpected press conference, you were dragged along to- all your little brain could process was how fancy everyone looked. While you, you were in a random pair of jean shorts you found on the floor of your closet and a Hello Kitty crop top from God knows when. You remember a girl looking at you with the most disgusted look on her face as you lean into Harry. You tried not to pay attention to her, knowing the more self-conscious you got the more you’d slip. But the way she kept looking at Harry… with her finger in her hair and her leaning in to show her cleavage, you couldn’t not feel some type of way. Harry told you to let it go afterwards, because he “only wants you, his little kitten” in his own words. Except you couldn’t, all your little brain could see is a girl trying to take your Daddy away from you.

“You want Daddy all to yourself, huh? My selfish fuckin brat.” Harry grumbles, wrapping a cold hand around your neck. You moan at the thought of Harry, and how he knows you well enough to know exactly what you're thinking about. “Why’re tryna make Daddy jealous, huh?” You don’t know if you’re too caught up in pleasure to care about his question, or if you’re just ignoring it altogether. Harry continues his steady pace, pulling out just a little bit so he can ram deeper into your walls. You squeal when he does, and your mouth opens out of pleasure. Harry takes advantage of your open mouth, and lets his spit coat your tongue. It’s unexpected, and you didn’t notice it until it was already down your throat. You choke a little bit, and Harry lightly taps your throat with two fingers, reminding you to swallow. “Your sweet, sweet pussy, takin Daddy’s cock- Who’s stretchin you out just right? Hm?” You whimper, feeling Harry’s breath right against your ear.

“You, Da-daddy..” You babble out, finding yourself whimpering incoherent words, not being able to form complete sentences.

“Who’s fuckin you so good you can’t even talk?”

“You, Daddy!” You whine. You reach a hand up to grab one of his arms for support. The familiar tightening of your stomach comes along, and you know you’re close to cumming again. “That’s right, Sweetheart. That’s me- that’s my cock that’s deep inside you...” Harry says, groaning as your pussy flexes around his cock. Your back arches and you whine, telling Harry that your almost there. “Daddy..” You say before letting out a jumbled noise of pleasure. “Please- I’m there, I’m there! Please, Daddy! Let me cum, please, I- nngh! I can’t hold it!” You beg out in fear that Harry will tell you that you can’t cum tonight. Your shaking around Harry’s waist, and he also feels like he’s going to cum too. “S’fine, Darlin. You’ve already taken your punishment.” He says, before slowly pulling out and ramming into you again.

When you cum, you cum harder than the plenty of times you have tonight. Your pussy flutters around Harry’s cock, and your back arches as your eyes close completely shut. “Daddyyy!” Harry growls as you call his name, thrusting into you faster and faster as he feels you gush around him. “Let Daddy have it, fuck-” He wraps a hand around your throat. Harry’s hips stutter as he feels his orgasm approaching too. He groans loudly as he feels your pussy holding on tight. “That’s my good fucking girl. Good girl!” Harry releases himself inside of you, coating every part of your walls. He doesn’t stop, he keeps going, and your body jerks in response.

The feeling was starting all over again, except twenty times more intense. You try to scoot away, but Harry’s strong body was no match for your weak and limp one. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to cum again. “One more, Darlin. C’mon, just one more for Daddy, you can do it.” Harry says, watching as you shake your head frantically below him. “I know,” He pouts sympathetically. “It’s too much, huh? Can’t take anymore?” You nod in answer, now sobbing.

“But you can, Kitten.” Harry reassured you in a gentle tone, still thrusting into your fucked out pussy. “You can give me one more, I know you can. You’re so close already, aren’t you? So close to cumming around my cock again- fuck there you go, see? You’re so close, Darlin.” You shake under him, grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Daddy, please, please..” You choked on a sob, tears running down your cheeks. “See? You’re right there, Darlin. You’re right there. Show Daddy you're his good girl- fuck- just let go, Kitten.” You nod in obedience, eyes shutting closed before Harry orders you to look at him. “Look at me. Come right now.”

It all snapped at one time, and you stood quiet for the first part. His green eyes looked into yours as you struggle to keep them opened; but it was all worth it, though. Seeing Harry experience the same euphoria you were. The look of possession remains in his eyes, and he kisses you as his cum spills into you. You’re still heavily sobbing after, your body quivering as Harry continues to hold you. He remains inside you for a few moments, kissing you on the forehead and on the cheeks before pulling out.

“Stay here.” Harry orders before removing your legs from his waist and leaving away to the bathroom. He returns with some baby wipes and a new set of clothes for you. He opens your legs again, takes a baby wipe and gently wipes the cum out of you. You jerk and whine a little bit, and Harry shushes you in response. After changing you into a new set of My Melody pajamas, and him choosing to remain in his boxers- he brings you two onto the soft chair in the corner.

You're on Harry’s lap laying on your side as he rubs your back, shaking his leg for you. “Why’re you tryna make Daddy jealous, Kitten?” Harry asks softly, returning back to his question from before. “Don’t you know I’m already yours?” You were hesitant to answer. You didn’t want to admit that you were jealous too.

“M- m’ sorry, Daddy.” You say through whimpers, trying not to cry again. “I just thought if I flirted with someone else, you’d see how pretty I am.” Once you say that, Harry looks down with the most confused and hurt look you’ve ever seen on him. He’s never once thought you weren’t beautiful. You’re his kitten, his beautiful little kitten. “Darlin,” Harry starts, eyebrows furrowed out of disbelief. “What gives you that idea?”

“The girl at the press conference, remember? She’s s- so much better than me, and-“

“And she’s irrelevant. And definitely not as pretty as my little Kitten.” Harry interrupts. “If you're still my little Kitten, that is...” He says, putting on a pouty face. “Are you?” He starts to tickle your sides, and you let out the most adorable giggle he’s ever heard.

“Yes, Daddy! Stop it!” You say between giggles. Harry giggles with you, a wide smile on his face as he looks down at yours. He stops, and gently grabs your delicate hand. “This,” He says before placing it on his chest. “This belongs to you.” Harry’s heart beats against your palm, and he presses his hand against the back of yours so you feel it all. “Baby, you're mine, and I’m yours. You understand me?” He says, watching as you use your free hand to wipe your tears. “Yes, Daddy. I love you.”

“f-fuck, I c-can’t! need more…” Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know he’s tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasn’t enough. Poor little baby just couldn’t get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didn’t make it any less obvious.

“shh… you’re okay James. What is it that you need, hm?”

Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but you’re sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.

“please do something. anything! it hurts, y/n… make it stop, please…”He whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.

 His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as he’s become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already so spent.

“get up, baby. gonna take care of you now.” You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.

You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.

“y/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!” Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. He’s so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasn’t very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.

“you’re so hard, sweet boy...let me know if it’s too much, okay?” You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When you’re halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.

“keep goin… please don’t stop!” Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didn’t even notice how wet Bucky’s pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.

“f-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!” Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldn’t even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since he’s last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls. 

Bucky’s chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didn’t even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs. 

“y/n...can’t stop..” Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist.  

“awh, can’t stop cumming, sweet boy?” you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all he’s got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once you’ve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby. 

“need more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!” Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasn’t satisfied, and you didn’t expect him to be after only one orgasm.

“shh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.” you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.

His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; he’d probably take anything you gave him at this point.  You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy.  

“you can touch me, y’know” Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, he’s scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.

 His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one.  You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.

“m’ ready whenever you are, baby” you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.

 “too much f’you?”  You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy “nuh uh” in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. “Bucky!” You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“f-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!” Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you. 

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time he’d thrust back into you, he’d hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.

“Bucky, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good!” you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.

 Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.

“m-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!” Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldn’t form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten. 

“fuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!” Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal. 

“Go on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.” You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Bucky’s mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.

“James, too much okay? m’ sensitive..’’ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had. 

 “please, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..”

 You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you. 

You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Bucky’s waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldn’t manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,

“fuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!” You wail. You can feel that he’s close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.

“y/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..” Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. “f-fuck! m’ gonna cum inside you again!”

“go ahead, baby. m’ right behind you..” You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.

 You watch Bucky’s eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you. 

You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing evens out slowly. Both you and Bucky lay there panting heavily panting heavily, too tired to move. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out. 

“that was so.. you made me feel so-” Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair. 

“you did so well, Jamie...” You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.

“come on, Buck. It’s getting late. let’s clean up, okay?” 

Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck. 

“don’t wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..” Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair every so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately. 

You’re laying against the headboard of your bed, admiring how pretty Bucky looks as his cock tremble in your hand through the mirror across from you. Both his flesh and and vibranium hand are gripping on to each of your thighs as he lays in between your legs and against your chest. 

“Hold it, Bucky.” You whisper in his ear in a soft and smooth tone, and he shudders at the sound of your demanding voice. You can feel him shake his head no at your command, but the way his cock is twitching in your grip says otherwise.

“M-Mama, please… N-need to-” your needy little boy begs in a pitiful tone, but you cut him off with a hushed “Shh”, speeding your movements on his pulsating cock.

“Awh, I know, sweet boy. You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” You coo at him, watching in amusement as his eyes roll back to the back of head, no pupils in sight, at the sound of your voice. Loads of pre-cum has spilled out of his swollen cock from being edged so much, and you use that to pump him at a faster and harsher pace.

Bucky is hyperventilating at your movements, poor baby sounded like he was having an asthma attack. A pathetic, loud cry escapes from his throat, as your hand twists around his swollen, pulsating shaft.

“Mommy! Wanna be a good boy f’you but you’re makin it so hard!”

Bucky’s cock is pulsating even more now and you can tell that he’s close.

“I said hold it, Bucky.” You remind him. He knows what will happen if he breaks the rules.

“C-can’t.. so, so, close! M cumming, mama!” Bucky whimpers, his voice shaky from all that stimulation.

Suddenly, you yank your hand off of him, causing him to thrash his legs around in a fit.

“Bad Bucky! What did I tell you?” You scold him. You slap his now purple cock, and he hips jolt forwards in response.

“Ah! Mama!” Bucky yelps pathetically, his cock twitching rapidly and visibly aggravated at not releasing for the 4th time today.

“You’ve broken the rules twice today. Such a naughty boy..” you tsk in disappointment.

“Stay still, puppy.” You slap his cock again, way harder this time, and Bucky sobs loudly.

“MAMA!!” Bucky screams for you, and you slap his cock again and again. He’s writhing and squirming in between your legs, so you wrap yours around his to stop him from trying to get away from you.

“STAY. STILL. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING MOVE.” You shout in response, giving his abused cock another hard slap.

“Mommy, I’ll be good, promise!! Please mommy, hurts so bad..”

You notice the way Bucky’s eyes are still rolled to the back of his head, and how his tounge was lolling out of his mouth as he pants heavily, just like your little puppy. Finally, you decide to have some mercy on him.

“All right, baby. You took your punishment so well, you can cum now.” You coo as you let Bucky’s legs free from yours. You grip his cock and begin to pump him again, speeding up the pace as you go.

Bucky’s fingers twitch involuntarily, needing something to grab onto. You notice this, and grab his flesh hand with your left hand, hoping to ease him to his climax.

“Mommy..” Bucky calls out for you in barely a whisper. His face was red and puffy with his tears, which were streaming down his precious little face.

“Yes, pretty baby?”

“M so close…”

“I know baby, I know…let go for me. Cum for mommy.” You coo as you reassure him that it’s okay, and that he’s no longer being punished.

“Nngh! Fuck, m-mama! Feels so good! I- im gonna cum!” Bucky babbles as his hips desperately rutt into your fist.

His precious blue eyes go wide as he cries out, finally reaching his orgasm. His cock is spasming intensely and rapidly under your hand. You continue to stroke his cock, letting him ride out his orgasm. He lets out a couple more spurts of cum before falling limp in your arms.

You observe his face through the mirror, watching his face closely as he pants and furrows his brows. He looks so fucked out for you, he can’t even make a complete sentence, your poor little puppy has gone completely dumb from his intense orgasm.

“Good boy, Jamie… such a pretty baby when your all fucked out. Such a good puppy f’mommy.” You continue to praise him, which is very important to Bucky when he’s in subspace. Especially after he’s made such a mess for you.

With him still in between your legs, you grab some wipes from the nightstand next to your bed and begin to clean him up. He yelps at the sudden sensation on his sensitive cock.

“Awh, it’s okay sweetheart, just cleaning you up.” You kiss him on his neck and shush him, letting him know that you’re just cleaning him up for bed. You guys get situated on the bed, with you laying down and Bucky nuzzling into your chest, feeling comfort in your warmth. He’s panting heavily with his tounge still lolling out of his mouth, still finding it hard to catch his breath.

“Calm down, pup. S’okay now, I got you..” you stroke his scalp in soft motions, which always puts him to sleep when he was having trouble. When his breathing began to slow down to a nice and steady pace, you kiss his head before turning off the lights.

“Where are you, pretty boy?” You ask him, wondering how far deep in subspace he is. When his mind is feeling fuzzy like right now he is usually a babbling mess in your arms.

“Daddy, I got you some ice cream.” You say, coming up behind the couch where Harry’s sitting. He doesn’t seem to hear you, so you tap his shoulder lightly to get his attention. He turns around ever so slightly to fully look at you. “Y/n, what?” He responds. His voice is deeper than normal, and his hair was roughed up a bit from his hectic day. “Look, Daddy! I got you some ice cream! And not just any ice cream, birthday cake ice cream!” You exclaim, extending your arm out so he can see inside the bowl. “Ice cream always helps me when I’m sad so I thought-”

“No thanks.” Harry cuts you off, putting his boots on the coffee table in front of him. “I told you I’ve had a horrible fuckin day, do you think I want some of your ice cream right now?” He looked at you like he couldn’t wait to be alone, but you were too small to even notice that. You figured disobeying him right now wasn’t the best thing to do, so you throw the ice cream out, and decide to try again with him later.

It’s well into the night now, and you’re on your 15th episode of My Melody. It’s Friday, so your normal bedtime of 10 PM is extended until 12:30. Even if you wanted to stay up all night and watch cartoons, disobeying Harry right now would only make things worse. You check the time on the alarm clock next to you. It’s 12:15, just in time for your bedtime story! You can’t go to sleep without Harry reading you a story, so you head to the bookshelf. You close your eyes, and whatever your finger lands on, you pick it. You open your eyes and do a little dance, looking down at the book Harry gave you. Your favorite book ever; The Fairy and The Prince! You make your way down the steps, seeing Harry where he was the past few times you were down here.

He’s no longer watching TV, instead he’s scrolling through his messages on his phone. He’s interrupted by you lightly tapping his shoulder. He looks up to see you holding your book of choice, your stuffie, and his blanket. You already had warm milk prepared and set on the counter next to you. “Oh.” Harry begins, observing you as you settle in next to him. “Not tonight, Y/n.”

You look at him, almost dropping your bottle.“Wha..?” is the only thing you managed to babble out. Harry’s never missed out on the opportunity to put his little kitten to bed. If he’s not reading you a bedtime story, he’s singing your favorite lullabies until you drift into sleep. “Y/n, I’m not in the mood. You have to understand that I need my space.” Harry gets up from the couch after realizing that you wouldn't let him be alone if he didn’t. Your gaze follows him from the sofa to the kitchen, where he’s now standing with his hand running through his hair. “But Daddy, it’s my bedti-”

“STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT!” Harry’s jaw clenches as he yells.

You let out a squeal as you jump in your seat, having to hold on to the arm of the couch to stay steady. He knows you hate when he yells, especially when you’re in subspace, but at this point he feels it’s the only way to get his point across.

You shiver on the couch, doing your best to hold in the sobs you feel coming along. As much as you hated yelling, you hated seeing your Daddy upset even more. So, to fix it, you do what Harry always told you. A kiss, a kiss always makes it better. You get up from the couch, and approach Harry. Only then do you see how exhausted he looks. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks, and his green eyes were now accompanied by huge bags. This only makes you want to help your Daddy even more.

You slowly grab his shirt so you can steady yourself a bit. You step on your tippy toes and lean in, but Harry pushes you off. “What the fuck are you doin?” Your little brain couldn’t process any of this. Harry kisses you when you have an owie, and it always works. For whatever reason, it seemed to do the opposite for Harry.

There’s a short pause before Harry laughs a little bit, only out of anger and disbelief. He couldn't believe you wouldn't even accept the slightest hint. His focus alternates between you, your blanket, and your bottle that were still on the couch. “I’m not in the mood to care of a toddler right now, so get the fuck out!” There’s another one of those silences between the two of you. Harry’s jaw remains clenched. He angrily takes off his rings and throws them on the couch, but freezes as soon as he sees you. Regret washes over his face as he witnesses the heartbroken expression you give him.

“Daddy..?” you ask him slowly. You look at him with doe-eyes, big and wide as you stare at him with disbelief. You feel the tears well in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. He knows you’re a sensitive little thing, and you absolutely despise yelling, especially from your daddy. But as you let his words sink in, you can’t help but sob. Your daddy just told you he doesn’t want to take care of you anymore. He always promised to do so, no matter what happens. This isn’t your Daddy.

“Baby..” Harry starts, almost dashing towards you; his little crying kitten. He wraps an arm around you and sits you back down on the couch as you cry, petting you with his free hand. “Kitten, I’m so so sorry. Daddy’s been going through some stuff toda-”

“N-no!” You push his body off of you, and stand up so he’s forced to look up at you. You’ve been nice to him all day, and he never once stopped and considered how small you were. You did everything to make him feel better but he pushed you away, and told you he doesn’t want to take care of you. “No, Harry, you’ve been mean since you got here! And I made dinner for you like a big girl! I even gave you ice cream to make you happy! A kiss too!” You did your best to let out those words, choking on sobs as you do. Harry’s eyes soften when he sees you, his precious little kitten crying because of him. How could he hurt you like that?

Tears start to well in Harry’s eyes too. He wishes he can take back everything he said to you. “Kitten, please. Daddy didn’t mean any of it…” He speaks softly, to make sure you know he’s your Daddy again. The way you slowly back away from him literally shatters his heart. You shake your head with tears falling down your face, and run towards the stairs. Harry immediately runs after you, grabbing your hand slightly to stop you. “No!” You fuss at him. “Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” You continue shouting and squirming, trying to get away from Harry. But all he does is hold you. He wants to make sure you know it’s okay.

“L- let go.. let me.. let me go..” You babble, your cries and shouts slowly dying down. Harry’s front side is to your back, and he holds your body with the most gentle touch. “Shh.. M’ so so sorry, Darlin. Daddy’s so sorry…” He whispers only those two things to you, and you let your body fall into his as he rocks both of you side to side in a rhythm. “C’mon, Princess. Let’s read your bedtime story, yeah?”

You and Harry both climb in bed. Harry gets settled in before you, spreading his legs and patting the space in between. You take that as your sign to sit, your back on his frontside. “Wanna read the title for me, kitten?” Harry asks, looking down to see you nod excitedly. “The Fairy and the Prince!”

“That’s right, baby!” Harry responds, one hand on stroking your hair and the other holding the book in front of you. “You’re my little fairy, huh? You’re Daddy’s little fairy?”

“Yeah!” you say, purring at Harry’s words. “That’s right, baby. You’re Daddy’s pretty little fairy.” Harry playfully pokes at your sides, and you let out a small giggle that made his heart smile. He opens up the book, but stops when he hears you sniffling again. “You still cryin, kitten? Huh?” He says, leaning towards the right to see the sides of your face. You whimper, nodding your head to answer Harry’s question. “M’ s-sorry, Daddy…shouldn’t have been so annoying..” You say lowly. Harry takes hold of your body and turns you to face him.

“Hey hey hey.. you’re never annoying, Kitten. Daddy had a rough day with his co-workers at the studio and took it out on you which was wrong. I didn’t mean anything I said today, okay?” Harry says, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears as they fall down. He sits at the edge of the bed before picking you up, and sitting you on his lap facing him. “Okay?” He says again, making sure you answer his question so he knows you understand. “Don’t be afraid to tell Daddy when he’s being mean, okay, Princess? Don’t be afraid to tell me when I’m making you feel bad.” You see Harry’s green eyes dilate as you looks at you with the most intensity.

“I’ll always take care of you..” Harry caresses your hair while whispering softly. You nod your head again in response, and move the book in Harry’s hand so you can sit in his lap. “I love you, Daddy.” You say, wrapping your arms around Harry’s neck. He leans his head against yours, nuzzling your noses together. “I love you too, Kitten.” You two stay like that for a few moments, sharing a few kisses in between. “ Daddy, can you read again please?” You ask, tapping the book lightly. Harry immediately grabs the book again, bouncing his leg for you as he finds the first page. “Of course I can, Baby.”

“Once upon a time, there once was a beautiful fairy…” Harry begins, his voice soft and gentle. “And a prince, who lived in a kingdom not to far from her town. The prince thought he was complete, with gold to last for generations. But then, a little fairy changed his plans.”

The kitchen and living room lights were off, your laptop and the TV were the only light illuminating the area. Bucky crawled slowly, trying to find his Bugs Bunny. He peered from behind the side table, hoping that you wouldn’t see him.

Your eyes stayed concentrated on your laptop screen, only looking up when something humorous happened in your show. Bucky took advantage of this, and began to crawl behind the arm of the couch.

There it was! His Bugs Bunny stuffie was propped up on the other side of the couch, on the opposite side of you. He could grab him and go back to bed like nothing happened!

Bucky scooted closer and reached to grab his stuffie. When he finally got it, his vibranium arm bumped into the vase on top of the side table, making a loud crashing sound.

You immediately jolted out of your seat and ran to turn on some lights. You were surprised to see Bucky cowering in the corner of the living room, hiding his face as he sobs. There are ceramic shards across from him on the floor, which explains the loud noise.

“James… what did you do? Why are you up at this time of night?” You called him by his first name, so he knew you very disappointed in him. He just wanted his stuffie!

“M s-sorry mama! Left my Bugs Bunny out here like a dummy and you’re not sleeping with me so I need him!” Bucky cried.

“Please don’t punish me mommy, just wanted my stuffie!”

You crawl on the floor next to him, making sure not to step on the ceramic pieces on the floor, and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Look at me, bubba.” You whisper softly, knowing that loud noises terrify him when he’s in subspace. He looks up at you slowly, his puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

“I’m not gonna punish you, baby. I know it was just an accident.”

Bucky continues to sob into your chest.

“You can use your safeword anytime you want. If you’re scared I’m gonna punish you too hard, if you’re uncomfortable… anytime you need, baby.”

You feel him nod his head in response. Your soft coos soothe him, and he nuzzles closer into your chest.

“Sorry about your vase, mama. Sorry I’m not your good boy anymore…” Bucky whimpers.

“It’s okay baby, accidents happen. Still my good boy…” You coo as you stroke his hair.

His soft whimpers continue as he hides in your chest. It’s around 11:00 pm now, way past bedtime. You nudge him off you softly and get up, and Bucky whines from not feeling your warmth.

“Up up, baby. Let’s go night-night.” You say and make grabby hands down at him. He takes them and follows you into the bedroom. You both get in the bed, and he nuzzled into your chest again, sighing in content at the feeling of your warmth. He finally has his stuffie, so it shouldn’t be hard for him to sleep now.

“Love you, mama..” you hear Bucky say in barely a whisper.

• He’ll literally whimper and yelp as he watches you get in the car from the window. like a cute little puppy😭.

• Absolutely CANNOT be away from you for too long. He loves it when all of your attention is on him. Such a needy boy🥺.

• If you’re doing any computer work or anything that might seem important he’ll leave you alone for a little while. He’ll busy himself watching cartoons, but anything over an hour he starts getting all whiny and needy for his mommy. Just wants to suck on her and cuddle.

^^“mama!” Bucky whines, tugging on your shirt sleeve with his flesh hand. You ignored him, but not on purpose. You were still caught up with your work on the computer.

“mommy!” He repeats, as if changing the name would make you pay attention. When you don’t look up, he scrambles on the bed and into your lap, trying to shove the computer off your lap and replace it with himself.

“Bucky, I’m doing important stuff here. can you wait a little while for mommy?” You say as you push him slightly which signals him to get off you.

Bucky pouts and nods, turning his head back to the TV. When your finally shut your computer off, Bucky falls into you, snuggling you tightly. You hear him sniffling as his balled fists wipe his tears away.

“awh, you okay baby? you feelin subby?” You coo at him. He nods and tugs on your shirt, lifting it up so he can latch on to you. You nudge him off a little bit so you can take off your shirt, and Bucky sobs at the loss of contact.

“shh, it’s okay baby. just getting you more comfortable.” You reassure him. He immediately latches into your left boob and begins to suck. His tounge lolls out slightly, and you kiss him on the forehead softly as he drifts away to sleep.

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• Bucky is VOCAL!! He is such a whiny baby for you and he’s 100% sure no one else could make him feel that way.

• Since he hasn’t had a girlfriend in over 70 yrs (correct me if I’m wrong), he was very insecure about his first time with you.

• Loves blowjobs from you. the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock is enough to make him cum alone, no movement needed.

• And if you offer to tittyfuck him? omfg he’s dying. he lovesssss your boobies.

• He loves when you let him feed on them while you stroke his cock. this makes him feel very safe while you touch him in a place that’s so sacred🥺.

• Loves to eat you out!! he literally looses himself in you, and loves to see the reaction you give him when he makes you cum. he could devour you for hours.

• overstimulation was way too overwhelming for him at first, couldn’t stop crying the first time and needed to use his safe word🥺. *lots of aftercare took place ofc!!*

• but now, it drives him wild and he LOVES it. Especially when you ride him and overstimulate him, it gives him nowhere to go or run. He’s stuck under you until you say otherwise.

^^ “nngh! c-can’t,mama its so much!” bucky cries, his metal hand gripping the sheets while the flesh one stays gripping your hip. You flash a wide grin as you watch the tears fall from those adorable blue eyes of his.

“awh, it’s too much f’you?” You fake pout as you slowly start to bounce on his cock again. He nods his head as a broken sob leaves his plush lips.

“one more, baby. I know you can do it. can you be a good boy and give mommy one more?”

Bucky looks up at you, down, and up at you again before slightly nodding his head yes. His tears fall rapidly as you pick up the pace.

“good boy, Bucky.” You praise, and he only gets louder and whiner as you continue to bounce on his twitching cock.

“hurts, mama..” Bucky sobs, his legs spasm under you and his back arches. You coo at him as you keep going, knowing that if he really wanted you to stop he’d use his safe word.

“fuck, cum-cumming! I’m cumming, mommy!”

Eddie was used to all eyes on his girl; and he knew that not all those eyes had chaste intentions. But looking is free, and he didn't feel threatened by anyone else's interest at you-- in fact, when possible, he tried to take it as a compliment. It feels good to have something everyone wants and know that it's yours.

But what doesn't feel good is hearing some punk kid say such filthy things about your girlfriend-- your angel, the love of your life.

The first "wow, she's hot" wasn't too bad, on paper... but the way he said it just didn't sit right with Eddie. He tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck, when the kid said something he didn't catch entirely about your legs. He didn't need to head all of it to know he didn't like it.

"Nice pair, too," Eddie heard him mumble to his friend, and his teeth started grinding together. I hope you're talking about her eyes, kid, for your sake...

Only when he felt Jeff grab his wrist did he notice that his hand was balled into a fist. If the offending student had been sitting in the row right in front of him, Eddie would've already pummeled him-- but he was two rows ahead, and yet Eddie was still considering reaching over and dragging the kid back by the scruff of his neck so he could make sure everyone knew that was his girl up there.

You gave a high kick with a smile, and any other night Eddie would be clapping his hands together and cheering you on-- you liked to tease him for being a cheerleader for a cheerleader himself. Instead, Eddie's hands were over his face, clasped in front of his nose as he looked at you and tried not to think about anything else. "Oh, I hope she does that again," the transfer junior groaned, "I wanna see up her skirt--"

"Hey!" Eddie barked, but with the roar of the stadium, he wasn't audible even just two rows away.

"God, the things I'd do to her--"

Losing his patience, Eddie stood up just as much as he needed too and reached over to grab the kid's shoulder. He turned around with a confused look on his face that Eddie would just love to introduce to his fist, but he composed himself.

"Watch what you say about her," Eddie warned him.

"What?" the junior scoffed. "It's none of your business, man."

"That's my girl," he informed him sternly, but another great cheer move (that Eddie had missed because of this dumbass kid) made the crowd clap and whoop, leaving Eddie inaudible again.

"What?" the kid yelled, a genuine expression this time.

"That's my girl," Eddie yelled back, a little too loud now that some of the noise had died down.

The junior looked at you, and then at Eddie, and then at you again, and finally looked at Eddie with a huge grin. "Her?!" he chuckled. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm her boyfriend," Eddie insisted.

"You...? Come on, get real-- that's never gonna happen."

Eddie took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. Getting expelled for strangling a mid-adolescent after all this work to finally graduate would be such a waste...

"Seriously, watch it," Eddie warned him, sitting back down.

"Okay," the kid promised facetiously, rolling his eyes as he turned to watch you again.

Don't do it, he's just a kid, Eddie instructed himself internally, he's just a kid... don't do anything stupid, Eddie...

The kid leaned closer to his friend, but he still wasn't quiet enough for Eddie not to hear: "Do you think she'd go out with a junior?"

Splashing his face in the deserted bathroom, Eddie hoped he could wash those words out of his ears. The only way he'd been able to stop himself from obliterating that kid was by all but running out of the gym, hiding here in the men's bathroom and staring at his reddened face in the mirror.

He couldn't figure out why it bothered him so much. The kid had no chance with you, so it wasn't like he was worried about competition. And this was far from the first time another guy had had a crush on you... who could blame them? Popular, sweet, pretty as all get out-- there wasn't much to dislike.

Eddie spent the rest of the game laying on the empty football field, smoking a joint to try to soothe himself. It was working, but not quite fast enough. He was still almost ready to go back in there and make that loser pay for talking about you with so little respect. I wanna see up her skirt, god, Eddie saw red when he heard that.

He knew the game was over when he heard the sound of students pouring out into the parking lot; he lifted his head up just long enough to see the wave of people exiting the gym from across the field, before sighing and laying down completely again, taking a long inhale of the joint and watching his cloud of smoke float up into the sky when he let it out.

He heard footsteps coming closer a few minutes later, and turned his head to see you approaching. He smiled, and you picked up your pace until you jogged right up to him and collapsed onto the ground by his side.

"Hey," you greeted, resting your head on his shoulder. "Where'd you go? I didn't see you for the entire second half..."

He shrugged, not sure what excuse to offer yet. "I just came out to smoke. Needed to clear my head."

You smirked a little bit, and he raised one of his eyebrows. "Clear your head, huh?" you nodded. "Does that have anything to do with the new kid who just tried to ask me out after the game-- who was sitting right in front of you at half time?"

Eddie coughed, thankful he could at least try to blame it on the weed. Nothing gets past you, he knew that, but he was almost impressed that kid actually had the balls to ask you out like that. Shit, even Eddie hadn't been able to do that until a month into seeing each other in secret.

"I mean, at least he stayed to watch my whole game," you noticed, "maybe I should take him up on it."

Eddie sat up, tossing the joint aside to grab you by the waist. "God, honey, don't even joke about that."

"Sorry," you giggled, "you know you have nothing to worry about."

"What did you say to him?" Eddie wondered.

"I told him that I have an amazing--" you kissed Eddie's cheek-- "sexy--" you kissed the other-- "badass boyfriend that he would have to answer to if he hit on me again."

Eddie smiled and kissed you on the lips, holding you a little tighter. "That's my girl," he praised, grinning into the kiss.

"Yeah," you sighed, "your girl, Ed..."

He hummed proudly just before slipping his tongue into your mouth. It was the way you moaned when he kissed you deeper, that was what made him start to move his hand lower and lower, until it was sliding up your thigh under your skirt. "Say that again," he ordered in a whisper.

"Your girl," you repeated, whimpering when his middle finger dragged slowly over the seam of your cunt through the mini-shorts under your skirt. "Fuck, Eddie-- somebody could see..."

"They're all the way over there," he shrugged, smiling when he found your clit-- even through all those layers, when you were turned on, it wasn't hard to find.

"But they can still see," you insisted, glancing nervously at the crowd just across the field.

"What if I want them to see?" he purred. "You're not gonna tell me to stop, are you?"

You shook your head.

"Of course you won't," he whispered, kissing down your neck as he slipped his fingers inside the fabric-- finding you soaked for him, hearing you gasp as he teased your folds. "You don't want me to stop, sweetheart, because it feels too good, right? It feels good to be my girl, doesn't it?"

"So good, Eddie," you agreed, reaching down to grab his wrist when he pressed down hard on your clit. It wasn't a sign to stop, just a sign that he was pushing it-- but he wanted to push it. He needed to make you come and he didn't want to kill any more time.

If he'd been sober, he would've just started with one finger, but he was stoned and emotional and he had something to prove; he slipped two fingers inside you at once, making you gasp loudly and squeeze his wrist tightly with one hand while the other had an iron grip on his shoulder.

"F-fuck, Eddie," you whined, starting to rock your hips and try to ride his fingers. Even when he was worried it would be too much for you, you always wanted more-- one of the many things he loved about you. He smiled and curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that rougher spot that made your eyes roll back. "Oh god-- fuck, is anyone looking?"

Eddie glanced over at the crowd-- he barely had the will power to look away from you but he did it somehow-- and didn't notice anyone staring in your direction. They were all busy finding their cars or getting picked up in somebody else's, not noticing the head cheerleader out on the field with her boyfriend's hand inside her skirt.

"What if they were?" Eddie asked you coyly. "What if they saw how I make you feel with just my fingers-- what would you do?"

"I..." you stalled, whimpering as he twisted his fingers inside you. "I wouldn't do anything."

Groaning loudly, Eddie started to really fuck his fingers into you then, as deep as they could go with his rings on. You went limp, and he held you up with his left arm under your back while the right was obviously busy. His lips latched onto your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse while he felt your pussy clench down tight around him.

"I'm close," you whimpered, "I'm so close..."

"Already, babe?" he chuckled, and you whined in that way he knew meant I hate that you're making fun of me right now but please don't stop.

"Yes," you breathed, "yes, I... I like when you get jealous."

He raised an eyebrow at that, trying not to lose his speed while he held this conversation with you. "You like seeing me lose my mind over you, is that it?"

"I..." you sighed, moaning in between your words, "I like when you remind me..."

He wasn't making it easy for you to talk, not when he refused to relent his pace, but he was so close to making you come and he wasn't about to stop now.

"I like when you remind me who I belong to," you finished, and he laughed.

"Sweetie, I do that all the time... you don't need to go around getting asked out by other guys for that," he cooed. "Don't need to give me a heart attack, joking about saying yes. You know better than that, baby, you know I couldn't fucking take it if you left me--"

"Eddie, I would never--" you began, cutting yourself off with a moan. "Fuck, I'm sorry! I'm gonna come-- oh god..."

"Come on my fingers, honey," he encouraged softly, watching proudly as your head fell back with a cry of his name. "Shh, that's it," he soothed, "that's my girl, my good girl-- all mine, coming so hard just for me..."

Well, the orgasm itself might be just for Eddie, but when you sighed and relaxed under him as your orgasm faded, he glanced back towards the crowd of people and saw a familiar transfer student staring blankly in your direction. He was pretty far away, too far to be sure what he was looking at, but somehow Eddie could see the dumbfounded expression on his face. Eddie smiled and pulled his fingers out of you, careful not to move the fabric of your shorts too much so you could preserve a little modesty. Laying you down in the grass as you caught your breath, he guided you to close your legs before he sucked the sticky arousal off of his fingers.