I had a vision

“Are you sure the water’s not going to be freezing?” 

You were already shivering at the thought of diving into ice-cold water. The hot Summer days had passed now, turning sunny skies into overcast clouds and green trees into pretty Autumn colours. Still, any sight of sunny weather and Harry was eager to go for a swim. 

He liked feeling amongst nature, even though he had a beautiful heated pool at home. You liked nature too, but you were less keen to jump into cold water when you were already starting to rug up just to leave the house. Harry seemed to think that one sunny day would magically heat up his favourite swimming pond, a mere 15-minute walk from your shared place but you knew better than to believe his assurances. 

He’d do anything to get you in the water with him, including lying about the freezing you’d be submitting yourself to in the murky pond. It was clean water, free from sludge and other slimy things, but that natural green tinge always gave you a little ick even if you had swam there many times. 

“Yes, love. I’m sure” he grinned, obnoxiously swinging your held hands back and forth while adjusting the oversized tote on his other shoulder. You smiled at his childish antics, swinging along with him while bumping your shoulder against his. 

“And nothing will eat me?”

“We’ve been here heaps of times, y/n, and nothing has ever eaten you before, has it?” He raised a brow, looking at you with a humorous expression. You rolled your eyes. 

“That’s not an answer, H. You know how I feel about things that swim and have teeth and a taste for human flesh” 

He laughed and pulled the hand connected to yours around the front of you so it hung over your shoulder and your arm was bent over your chest to keep your hands intertwined. He pulled you closer before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “The little fish won’t come after you, darling. I promise I’ll protect you.” 

“Don’t make fun of me” you whined, looking up to find him already looking back at you. 

“I’m not” he laughed, eyes twinkling “I’ll always protect you. Especially from nasty ginormous goldfish” 

“Oh shut it” you groaned, pulling free and walking a bit faster in front of him. 

You were at the pond now, which was completely empty except for you two. Apparently, everyone else had some sense and didn’t want to swim today, even if the sun was shining. As soon as the sun was out everyone was out and about, but it was pretty early so the few that were keen to have a cold dip would probably wait until the afternoon. 

Except you two of course. Harry seemed to have a natural body clock that woke him up the second the sun rose, no matter the time. And while you weren’t sure you’d actually join him in the water, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend time with him. 

Plus… he had those emerald green swim shorts on and you loved those shorts like you loved chocolate cake. You just couldn’t let him leave the house alone when he wore those. 

“Heyy, don’t leave me” he ran after you, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you to him. “I hate when you’re far away” he complained, drawing you in and kissing the side of your head again. His facial hair tickled your cheek, but you were too focused on the water in front of you to care. 

“I’m about to be a lot further away because there’s no way I’m going in there. Look how cold it looks!” You exclaimed, eyeing that green water and shivering at the sight. The two of you stopped at the little park bench right at the start of the pier, the perfect spot to set your things down. 

“Come onn, you have to! Can’t let me go in all alone, can you?” He pouted a little, putting the tote bag down on the bench. 

“I think I can. I’m cold just looking at it!” You wrapped your arms around yourself, watching Harry as he slipped his shoes and socks off and put them neatly side by side. 

You kept your eyes on him, getting distracted when he pulled his hoodie off and folded that neatly on the bench. He was always so neat and tidy, something you loved about him because it made living together a dream. You were a bit more of an organised mess, living in a bit of clutter but knowing exactly where everything is. Harry knew where everything was because it all had its own place, something he helped you do too. Though… it didn’t always work. 

Harry did the same with his t-shirt and folded it up neatly, placing it on top of his hoodie. He only wore his swim shorts and underwear as bottoms as you both planned to head straight home after, so he was left standing there in all his mostly-naked glory. That was when the distraction really started. 

“It’ll be refreshing, not cold, love. Promise” he looked up at you, finding that dazed empty-headed look in your eyes as you just stared at him. Fuck did he love when you looked at him like that. 

You always looked at him like that, no matter what he was wearing. But he noticed it especially when he was just in underwear or little shorts, or fresh out of the shower with just a towel around his hips. Harry always lingered in those situations and made sure to tease you just because he could. 

He just couldn’t help himself really. If there was one thing he loved, it was watching you squirm. He knew that those green swim shorts of his were your favourite, hence why he picked them out for today’s trip. 

You could never resist him when he wore them and he fucking loved it. Harry craved that look of pure attraction and lust in your eyes. If he could bathe in it… drown in it, he would. 

He was all toned and defined muscle. His tan hadn’t faded since Summer, still warm and glowing and so fucking pretty it made all the tattoos stand out on his skin. Since tour ended he had even more time to work on his body, and his time and effort was showcased by how buff and ugh, just delicious he looked. 

Harry knew it too. The second he was down to just that tiny pair of green shorts, that signature smirk curled on his lips. He ran his hand through his freshly cut hair and gave you a little look like ‘you coming?’ 

“I’ll even go first if that makes you feel better” he compromised, placing his hands on your hips and flashing that famous ‘I own you’ look of his. He had two versions of it. One in a completely dominating way that just took your breath away, and the other with a touch of puppydog eyes that could quite literally get him whatever he wanted. That was the look Harry choset oday. He flashed that look at the best of times, and time and time again you crumbled and gave in. How could you not? 

“Fine” you sighed, feeling all twisted and turned on just at the sight of him. He grinned in triumph and planted a peck on your mouth, patting your hips as you tried to kiss back but couldn’t because he was already pulled away and walking to the water.

“I’ll see you in there, darling!” He called over his shoulder. 

“Wait!” you called after him, but he didn’t stop. He was showing off to you, flexing on purpose because he wanted you to get all riled up and whiny for him. 

You rushed to take your clothes off, shoving them onto the bench beside Harry’s neat pile. You felt mesmerised by the way his back flexed as he walked down to the end of the small pier. It wasn’t very long, just long enough to safely dive into the water but that didn’t stop you from feeling like time stood still during his journey.  

From his freshly cut floppy hair to the stubble and moustache lining his angled jaw and mouth, to the cross necklace dangling between his pecs, down to his abs and lower. Those green shorts of his were hung low on his hips, exposing his fern tattoos and that tiger thigh tattoo you had ridden more than once. 

It was like your mouth suddenly got sucked of all its saliva, like your breath got stolen out of your lungs. You managed to follow him but barely registered how pretty the pond was as he stopped at the right spot and dove into the water. It was graceful and perfect. 

The veins on his hands seemed to be working on overdrive and all you could think about was having him wrap them around your neck. You wanted him to. Desperately. 

You never realised how hot someone could look just diving into water. But this was Harry after all. Even brushing his teeth managed to turn you on in some way. Everything Harry did was a turnon, to be honest. You were like a horny teenager around him, and thankfully he was the same around you. 

Insatiable, the two of you were. 

He popped up out of the water as you reached the spot he just dove from and shook his hair out of his face. “Ahh, fuck that feels good” he groaned, pushing his hair back with his hands before tilting his head back to submerge it into the water again. 

You could think of something else that felt good but now wasn’t the time. 

“Not cold?” You asked, arms wrapped around yourself as the cool breeze made you shiver a little. You really should’ve chosen a one-piece instead of a bikini. 

“Nope, it’s perfect. You gonna join me?” He grinned, splashing at the water to try and get you.

“Don’t!” You screamed, jumping back before it could get you. “You’ve got to let me do this in my own time, Harry!” 

“If you do it in your own time you’ll never get in. And I’m so lonely, baby” he exaggerated, treading water and scanning his eyes lazily over your body. 

He loved it when you wore a bikini, or any swimsuit really. You just looked so pretty, especially pretty now when the little goosebumps all over your skin brought his mind back to a time you had goosebumps for another reason - one where you were completely bare and writhing beneath him. 

“I should just jump in, right? Rip the Band-Aid off?” You asked, totally being way too dramatic about it. But to be fair, you didn’t really want to swim in the first place. Harry convinced you to go and the moment you saw those shorts of his, it was an easy yes. 

“You can do it, baby. I believe in you!” He cheered, sticking two fingers into his mouth to whistle you on. 

You rolled your eyes but smiled at his antics, feeling encouraged to finally get in. You were a little scaredy cat, even in a pond you had spend years swimming in. When you jumped in it was nowhere near as graceful or attractive as Harry did it. It was more of a half-bomb, half-pin drop into the water than a nice dive. 

The icy cold water froze your body instantly and you were frantically swimming up to the surface to catch your breath. “Oh my god, it’s freezing! You’re such a liar, Harry!” You spluttered, pushing your hair out of your face and splashing him in retaliation. Your teeth were chattering and you were royally pissed off at how much he played off the intense cold of the water. 

Just like you expected, the one day of sunshine did little to heat up the pond. Harry was just too good at convincing you… clearly. 

Harry just laughed while you shivered, keeping yourself barely above water. 

“Are you not cold!?”

“I am cold, but now that you’re here we can warm up” he mused, swimming up to you with a sly grin. The moment he was close enough he pulled you towards him, wrapping your legs around his hips and his arms around your back. He dipped a little into the water as you both readjusted. 

Even though you were annoyed at him, you were cold. The warmth was welcomed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, loving the skin-to-skin contact. It didn’t take much for you to get over your irritation at him, especially when his chest was pressed to yours and you could feel every flex of muscle and strength as he kept you two afloat.

“You’re so annoying”

“You love it” he grinned, running his hands down your back to grab your ass. You squealed a little and grabbed his hair in reflex, tugging his head back. His mouth parted and his eyes grew a little dark. You didn’t mean to grab it, especially since you knew the… effect it had on him, but it was just an automatic reaction. Innocent… 

“Unfortunately” you teased, using your grip on his hair to your advantage. You could already feel him start to get a little hard beneath you, which had you getting all sorts of excited about where the rest of the day would take you.

Hopefully not too far from your comfy bed, all freshly made since Harry decided to change the bedding before you two left. You were half dead skulling a coffee while Harry was up chirping away with the birds and doing housework. 

“Unfortunately, huh?” He raised a brow and slowly started swimming to the more shallow part of the pond so he could find his footing. “That’s not very nice, is it?” 

He guided you two underneath the pier so you were hidden out of view and backed you up against one of the columns. There were barely two heads high underneath the wooden planks, but it was enough for you two to fit comfortably. 

“Maybe not. What are you going to do about it?” You bit your lip, gasping a little when your back hit the smooth wood of the column. 

“This” 

His mouth landed on yours, moving slowly in a languid kiss that filled your body with heat. Kissing Harry always managed to make you feel good, to make you feel at home and in tune with him and his body. You loved it. Craved it and missed it when you two were apart. 

The kiss started to deepen and you found yourself getting lost in it. The cold water started to feel warm, and your little bathing suits began to feel like heavy coats. You were growing desperate and needy for him and in the most inconvenient of places too. 

You were well hidden, yes, but you were still in public. If anyone came down and looked just right, they’d see you two pressed against the pillar making out like you were teenagers. 

“We should… we should go home” you gasped, tilting your head back against the wood as Harry started kissing down your neck. His mouth was hot and the feeling of his heat against your cool skin sent shivers all through your body. 

“Why? I think we’re good right here” he replied haphazardly, bucking his hips to meet yours. You whimpered at the movement, feeling his hard cock pressed right against your centre. 

“You can’t be serious” you gaped, tugging his hair to stop his kissing against your neck so he’d look at you. “We’re in public”

“We’ve done it before. Remember New Years?” He smirked, kissing you again and biting down on your bottom lip. He dragged it out with a pop, giving you the opportunity to respond. 

“Of course I do… but this is… this is different” you sighed, remembering your evening a couple of years ago. 

Instead of being at the party surrounded by family and friends when midnight hit, you and Harry were on your hotel balcony. You were bent over the railing, facing the open water and the fireworks as he fucked you from behind. There were people flooding the street below you and you were sure if someone looked up at the right angle, they’d see you crying out Harry’s name with his dick deep inside you. 

“Is it? There’s no one around baby… it would be fun, don’t ya think?” He smirked, tugging on the front of your bikini top. With a little extra effort, he could pull it right up and expose your breasts to his mouth. You wanted him to. The mere thought of his hot mouth warming up your nipples from the cold water had your whole body on edge.

“Do it. Fuck me” you breathed after a beat of thinking it through, tugging his hair before kissing him deeply again. He groaned against your mouth and palmed at your breast, pinching your nipple hard enough to have you crying out. 

“Come on” he ushered, swimming you both out from underneath the pier and towards the little ladder attached to the end of it. Harry went first and helped you get up once he was out of the water. Then he was quick to pick you up again, your body wrapping around him in instinct while he carried you somewhere. 

You weren’t sure where he’d go, to be honest, but you were too focused on nipping at his neck and scratching your nails along his back to care. He brought you to that same bench you laid all your items on before and swiped his hand through it all, pushing it onto the floor like he couldn’t care less. 

“Here?” You questioned once he was sitting down with you straddling his lap. He nodded and patted your ass as a sign to lift your hips. 

“No one can see us from the street, promise. We just need to be quick because if someone walks by we’re fucked.” 

“Okay… okay, I trust you” you nodded and kissed him again while lifting your hips. Harry raised his own to push his shorts down just enough for his cock to spring free before he was pulling you back down on him again. 

The feeling of his hard cock against your pussy had you squirming, even more so when he ground you down with a firm grip on your ass. The friction of his cock against your swimsuit bottoms made you whimper into his mouth, feeling wetter and wetter by the second. 

“I love that sound… you just gotta make it a little quieter for me sweetheart” he spoke lowly while reaching between your bodies to connect his fingers to your clit through your bottoms. You moaned quietly, your hips bucking to meet his hand in search of more. 

“Sorry… sorry, just-no prep, H. Just fuck me” you begged, kissing him desperately as he pulled the crotch of your swimsuit aside. Your hips kept grinding, and soon your slick centre was dragging over his length. 

“God you’re so fucking wet, baby… lift f’me” he tapped your ass again and you lifted your hips quickly so he could guide the head of his cock to your entrance. 

You wasted no time in dropping your hips down slowly. Both of you gasped at the first taste of him inside you, his head large and swollen and stretching you so deliciously you could’ve cried. He slid his hand up your back and into the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging at it to draw you in for a heated kiss.

It was both because he needed to muffle your combined moans and because he missed your mouth. He was addicted to you in every way, in all the ways. He longed for you, craved you always, like you were cocaine and he was hooked.  

You continued dropping lower, the ache of his cock creeping up your spine and into your thighs until he was as deep as he could be. Then Harry started guiding your movements, grinding you back and forth until he was deeper inside you and his balls were pressed against your ass. 

“Go on baby, you can do it. Ride me like a good girl” he murmured, digging his fingers into your ass until the sting was nearly unbearable. But you loved it, and it only seemed to encourage you to start bouncing on him. 

“Fuck.. oh Jesus” you cursed, as quietly as you could muster. 

“Jesus is right, darling. Feel like heaven you do” he spanked you quickly, the noise just a little too loud for your comfort. It echoed through the quiet pond, taking over the sounds of nature and moving water for a moment before silence took over again. But it only made the exhilaration heighten, and cause a thrill to shoot up your spine. 

And it wasn’t really silent. The hushed sounds of your pleasure filled the little bubble you two had created; skin slapping on skin, quiet moans and whimpers and words of love and utter filth. 

“You fucking love this, don’t you? Love being fucked like a little slut in public?”

“Y-yes” you admitted, your body hot and sweaty despite the cool breeze and the water still dripping down from your hair and swimsuit. His hand was fisting your hair tight, and his eyes were on yours and full of sex and intent. 

“Bet you’d love it even more if someone was watching us, wouldn’t you? If someone caught us in the act… bet you’d love to show off what a good girl you can be, hmm?” He cooed, sliding his other hand up the front of your neck to wrap around and squeeze the sides of your esophagus just right. 

You nodded frantically and felt your eyes flutter shut at the woozy feeling in your brain, “Uhuh.” You agreed, digging your nails into the back of his neck while you kept your bouncing pace over his cock. 

“I know… I know baby. Doing so well for me, my beautiful girl” he praised, kissing your chin then drawing your face back in so he could kiss your lips. 

“Feels so good… so full” you mumbled a little incoherently, brain dizzy like you could barely think let alone speak or breathe. 

It was all overwhelming. His cock just filled you so good, so big and perfect. Every little movement had him touching your g-spot and with every bounce, your clit ground against his pelvic bone. The air was cold but your bodies hot, and every time the breeze drifted over you you were reminded that you were outside. You were in nature, in public where anyone could see you if they decided to venture down the little gravel path to the pond. 

It was exhilarating and seemed to pleasure your body in a way you couldn’t even begin to explain. You hadn’t felt that way since New Year’s Eve and you realised that you couldn’t wait another 8 or so months before feeling like this again. You were hooked. 

“I know… fuck. You feel so fucking good around me baby. So fucking good” Harry repeated, so lost in the pleasure and the intensity of the moment he could barely think himself. All he knew was that he was close to finishing and that he wouldn’t be able to hold off any longer. 

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come” he instructed, lips brushing against yours as he grabbed your chin instead of your neck while his other hand went back to your ass. He just loved playing with your ass, always had and always will. Though he could say the same for your breasts and your tummy, and ugh your thighs. He was obsessed with all of you truth be told. 

“I love you” you panted into his mouth, working your fingers over your clit to try and speed up your orgasm. It was working quickly too, that coil in your stomach was winding up and tightening so you could barely breathe. 

“God I love you. Love you so damn much. Gonna love you forever” he rambled, kissing you deeply while his thighs shook. His core was tight as he held off his orgasm, unbearably on edge. “M gonna cum baby, can’t hold it any longer” he whimpered, hugging you close to him like he was scared to lose you. 

“Me too. Me too” you gasped, dropping down onto him and feeling your body shake as waves and waves of pleasure finally rushed over you. Harry was quick to kiss you deeply, muffling your cries while his own tumbled into your mouth. He was finally able to let go of his own orgasm after feeling satisfied that you came first. 

While you got over your own high, Harry’s come was filling you up and heating you from the inside. It was a feeling you loved, one that could get you turned on all over again in an instant. And it did to be honest, especially when you clenched around him by accident and felt his groan vibrate against your ear as you two hugged each other in recovery.

“Don’t do that. ‘M sensitive” he rasped, grabbing your hips to lift you up slowly. 

“Sorry… fuck” You both gasped quietly as Harry slipped out of you, making you clench on instinct again to keep his come inside you while he pulled your bottoms back in place. 

You helped him pull his shorts back on before he lifted two fingers up to your mouth. Apparently, your clenching didn’t work too well, because they had his come dripped all over them. You could already feel it start to soak your bottoms, even though you were trying your hardest to keep it inside of you.

“Suck” he smirked, eyes hooded as you grabbed his hand and wrapped your lips around those two fingers. “Good girl” 

You hummed while licking them clean, finishing it off with a kiss to each fingertip. “That was fun.” 

“See, I told you it would be” he grinned, running his tongue over his teeth. 

You just rolled your eyes and cupped his face, kissing him gently again. Like the kiss that started this all, it was one that grew heavier and more passionate. But that was quickly interrupted by the distinct sound of footsteps crunching against gravel, coming closer to where you two were still very inappropriately placed. 

Even though you were both covered, you were straddling him and his hands were on your ass. That was a position neither of you wanted to be caught in. 

“Fuck. We need to go” you jumped off him, wincing at the sudden shift of Harry’s come dripping out of you. “Oh god. Like now. I can’t clench the whole walk home. I don’t think my pelvic muscles are strong enough” 

Harry laughed loudly and stood up, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug as he kissed your mouth and mumbled his sentiments against it. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too but your cum is literally down my thighs right now” 

He just giggled and kissed your head. “Come on then, we’ll have a shower and get all clean” 

“Pfft. Like we’ve ever had a shower that was clean.” 

“Oh be quiet, like you’ve ever complained”

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Your eyes narrow as you stare at the infuriatingly stunning man swimming closer to you. His curls are soaked and dripping down into his eyes, making his lashes appear that much bigger. And he’s grinning up at you in that cheesy, gleeful way that always makes your stomach flip. Even when you're trying to be mad at him.

“We’re gonna be late,” you remind him, glancing toward the large clock on the building’s wall. “You were supposed to be finished an hour ago.”

“Sorry. Lost track of time,” he calls, bobbing one shoulder up as he comes to a stop near where you stand on the concrete. “And I needed the extra practice.”

“Why? Your form is perfect.”

His head shakes. “It’s the way I land. It’s not as smooth as I’d like it to be and I’m losing more seconds than I should.”

Sighing, you crouch down. “You push yourself too hard.”

“Not that hard,” he argues with a smirk, peering up at you with bloodshot eyes. “But it’s really helped my breaststroke.”

“Your breaststroke was already perfect.”

“Well, now it’s 0.7 seconds more perfect.”

You laugh. “Harry…it’s time to get out. Your fingers are pruning and my parents are gonna be pissed if we’re late.”

“We’re already late,” he retorts, resting his arms near your shoes. “What’s a few more minutes?”

“Harry—”

“What? It’s just so nice in here. I think you’d like it.”

“I’m sure I would but I’m in my good jeans so—”

“So…what?”

“So I didn’t bring a bathing suit and therefore cannot get in.”

“You can wear mine.”

You glance down at the dark green trunks around his hips and smirk. “Uh-huh. And then what would you wear?”

His only response is a devious grin.

“Harry,” you laugh again. “Okay, all right. Stop being cheeky and get out already, will you? We’re the only ones left in here and it’s kind of creepy.”

“Fine,” he concedes, sighing a bit as he extends his arm toward you. “Help?”

You nod and lace your fingers with his to help tug the large man out of the pool.

However, just as you’re beginning to lift him up into the air, he yanks on your wrist, and pulls you down.

You’re propelled toward the water, disappearing beneath the surface with a large splash until you’re completely submerged. In fact, you barely have time to shriek before you realize his plan, quickly sucking in a large gasp for air before you go under.

Harry’s hands never leave you, making sure to guide you back up after only a few seconds so you don't panic. Yet even before you've made it up, you can hear him laughing.

“Oh, you prick,” you gasp once you’ve broken free, rubbing the droplets from your eyes. "God, I should have known."

“Sorry,” he says, but it's void of any actual regret. “Couldn’t resist.”

“I just told you these are my good jeans.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault,” he argues as you swim a few feet away from him with a pout. “I had to.”

“Oh, you had to, huh?”

“I did.”

“And why is that?”

The corner of his mouth curls up in a sneaky smile. “Well…because I couldn’t exactly get out.”

Your brows furrow. “And why not?”

With a rather salacious gleam, he reaches out and loops his arms around your torso, effortlessly pulling you closer again until your bodies connect.

And it’s then that you understand, the feel of something hard against your inner thigh making you gasp. 

“Oh,” you breathe, lashes fluttering as you glance over his face. “I, uh…I see.”

“Mhm.” He’s much too smug as he guides your right leg to wrap around his hip. “S’just something about these fucking jeans that always does me in, baby.”

It’s a teasing comment, perhaps meant to goad you, but you feel that familiar but prominent ache begin to spark between your thighs.

“The way your ass looks,” he whispers, leaning in to brush his nose against yours. “The way your thighs look. The way they hug your body in such a perfect fucking way.”

Your hands slip around the back of his neck, and you swallow a rather intrigued whimper. “Har…”

“So…I had to,” he says again, pressing his palm to your spine until your chest is flush with his. “Couldn’t get out and see you like that. Not without doing something about it first.”

You begin to grind down against his cock, all common sense flying out the window at the feel of friction even through the water. “We…they’re gonna close soon. They’re…we have to go.”

But his head merely shakes. “Talked to Patrick. He left me the key so I can lock up. Got the whole pool to ourselves, baby.”

You glance around the large, empty space almost with suspicion before looking back to the devilish man holding you up. “But…my parents—”

“What are they gonna do? We already missed the reservation.” He presses his mouth to the side of your throat, sucking his name into your wet skin. “What’s a few more minutes, hm?”

“It’s never just a few with you,” you remind him through a strained sigh, and you feel him grin.

“Touché,” he hums before you feel his hand leave your back and fall to your jeans. “Then at least let me have a quick taste, hm? Just wanna feel you around me for one minute, baby.”

Biting back a groan, you slowly rock yourself into his touch, nodding quickly. “Fine. Just one. One minute, Harry. I’m counting.”

He’s amused by the challenge, agreeing to your stipulations by yanking down the zipper and slipping his fingers into the crotch of your panties to pull them aside. 

In turn, you reach for his swim trunks, easily tugging them out of the way until you can take hold of his cock and bring him closer.

It’s a bit difficult to see through the water, but you’ve done this at least a hundred times before. In fact, you imagine you could do this blindfolded.

And you have.

He slides inside slowly, grunting to himself at the feel of your warmth and wetness. He knew you’d be ready for him. Knew even before you did that you were needy for him. Somehow, he always knows, and it surprises you every time.

But perhaps that’s just his power.

Once you’re fully sat on him, you readjust your grip, and glance at the clock. The sixty-seconds begin as Harry starts the slow thrusts into your cunt, creating ripples and waves that carry across the pool.

“There you go,” he exhales shakily, lips once again buried into your wet skin. “Fucking perfect, baby. Take me so well. Squeezin’ me like a goddamn angel, y’know that?”

You whimper his name and pull his attention back for a kiss. Greedily sucking on his tongue while he kneads your ass in his hand and rolls you over his cock.

Your fingers run down his painted chest. Reveling in the feel of the hard muscles that quiver beneath your touch. He’s always been rather muscular, but swimming has sculpted his body in ways you hadn’t imagined.

He’d be just as beautiful without his abs. But in moments like this, you like to appreciate them.

“How we doin’, baby, hm?” he asks, working himself in at a quicker pace, despite the friction of the water. He doesn’t mind the extra strain it causes to his body or the way the water laps up against the concrete and spills out of the pool. He plans to make the most of this minute you’ve allowed him, and you don’t doubt that he will.

“Thirty seconds,” you tell him, barely able to see the time through the hazy look in your eye. “Shit…feels so good, Har—”

“I know,” he coos, the pretty, dark hairs of his brows furrowed in concentration. “Don’t think I’ll make it to thirty seconds.”

And you smile lazily, nuzzling closer until you can trail your lips along the scratchy hairs on his cheek. “S’okay. Just wanna feel you.”

He makes another animalistic noise that’s a mix between depraved and desperate. He’s holding onto you so tight, you assume you’ll see the aftermath of his touch somewhere along your skin tomorrow. 

Which you always tend to love.

You drag your nails down his back in a frenzied attempt at feeling him. The way his shoulder blades roll beneath your palms, the way the muscles flex with each drive of his hips. The way he feels strong. Sturdy. Sure.

He groans at the feel of your hands along his skin, tugging you down until you’re all the way. Forcing you to sit on his cock for the last few moments as he presses his mouth to yours and takes.

It’s sinful and it’s sweet and it’s perhaps the best kiss you’ve ever shared as his cum fills you. You whimper against his tongue, legs wrapping around his waist in an effort to keep every drop he’s offering inside of you. Refusing to let the water wash it away.

And he holds you there for quite some time, chest heaving with heavy breaths as he moves his lips to your neck to leave reminders of his adoration for you. 

It almost makes your chest ache with how much you love this man.

At least four minutes pass before he finally squeezes your sides and begins to guide you both apart. You don’t look down. Don’t want to see him slip out of you or see his cum get carried away. You always hate this part. Hate when he has to leave you.

Smirking, he presses a kiss to your cheek, already anticipating your frustration. “S’okay, baby. Gonna give you more when we get home, yeah? Think you can wait for me?”

You nod eagerly, offering him a smile that seems to make his entire day.

“Good girl,” he whispers before squeezing your ass once more. “Now, I want you to go over there, get out, and sit on the edge of the pool for me, yeah? One leg up and the other one spread.”

Confused, you look toward the outside of the pool. “Okay…why?”

However, his mischievous smile is answer enough.

“Because I’ve got a record to beat.”

F*ck this man, respectfully 💞

And thank you to @finelinesss for helping me with this idea hehe

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

Whining about it was unintentional, frankly, everyone was annoyed by the heat. At first, Harry panicked and begged you to stay indoors. His biggest fear was something happening to you when he wasn’t near, let alone now when you’re pregnant.

You did comply and stayed home for most of the days, but there is only so little you can do when you’re alone. You tried Pilates and Yoga for pregnant women with different instructors on YouTube, cooked new recipes that help with pregnancy, and changed the decoration in the living room twice. You even read some of the books Harry bought.

You’re one month into pregnancy and so far, you’ve only experienced morning sickness, fatigue at night, and frequent urination. The whole vomiting ordeal drains the life out of you, not only is it disgusting but it occurs every day.

Harry was over the clouds ever since he found out about the baby, he wanted to arrange a huge party for the celebration but you were against it and insisted on privacy for the first few months.

All it takes is for you to demand something and he would do it with a sealed mouth. He has been acting quite giddy and clingy, and much more obsessed with your body now that you’re pregnant.

He insisted that you gained some sort of glow even though you look dead after you vomit. The whole sickness part is what made him pouty and apologetic. For the first few days, he teared up and refused to go to his office, there wasn’t much you could say because you were feeling quite shitty.

Then it became less frequent but it didn’t stop him from feeling bad, he kept saying ‘Sorry’ over and over again because he knocked you up and caused all this fuss. He wouldn’t listen even when you assured him that it was just a part of the pregnancy.

Flower bouquets decorated the apartment every single day. He is aware that you have a spacious backyard with a garden that houses different types of plants but no. Every morning he sent out a flower delivery and a handwritten card by him, not the florist.

‘Morning my dove, hope you have an amazing day. Thought I’d give the orchids a try today. Eat well and rest for the little peanut. I love you endlessly. XOXO.’

That was one example out of many. He might as well invest in a flower shop.

As for the unbearable heat, even the poor flowers didn’t handle it. It reached up to 35 degrees every day and you couldn’t move from the couch even though the entire penthouse was air-conditioned.

You weren’t mentioning the temperature on purpose but Harry always listened intently even if your conversations meant nothing. He simply hummed and warned you to not go outside as he was already running errands for you.

It wasn’t until two days later when you woke up to the sound of bags zipping that you noticed what he had done.

“Sweetheart I made you breakfast, please eat it so we can get going to Italy.”

That was all he had to say as you glanced at the set of bags he packed, one of them being unfamiliar. At least five bags were waiting to be picked up by Harry’s chauffeur.

You didn’t have the heart to question anything because you knew that he did it for your comfort, even though he could easily say that it was business for the new branch in Italy.

You enjoyed the omelette with veggies that he prepared as you observed him walking around in shorts and a ‘Daddy’ shirt. Yes, a fucking ‘Daddy’ shirt.

He was making phone calls in Italian, you understood very little but you could tell that he was asking for his yacht and something about his villa.

Maybe it’s the pregnancy or simply your love for him but the way he was handling these things for you and casually strolling in such clothes with his biceps flexing every time he switched the phone from one ear to another with his other hand in his pocket….

Some drool fell on the omelette but it was nothing compared to the wetness between your thighs. He’s already looking like a dilf and you’re only one month pregnant.

“Baby I’ll clean the plates so you can take a shower before we leave. I packed all of your stuff.” He pressed a long kiss to your cheek and caressed your tummy before ushering you to your shared bedroom.

In your head you replied with ‘Yes Daddy’ and he was just taking care of you, nothing sexual!

It’s going to be a torturous vacation.

The flight to Italy was smooth and comfortable, not that he would allow anything less. He used one of his private jets and demanded to land at the nearest airport to his villa so you could avoid getting road sickness.

Whenever work got crowded and pressuring, Harry escaped to Tuscany. He was eager to introduce you to his villa in his haven. The first time he invited you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not that he doesn’t usually stare,but Italy is precious and so were you.

You napped on the way to the villa, resting your head on Harry’s chest as he wrapped his arm around your body, not forgetting to leave kisses on your face.

Once you arrived, he thanked his chauffeur and tipped him using a checkbook before asking you to rest and hydrate as he unpacked the suitcases. Of course, you knew better than to offer your help.

Harry’s villa was surrounded by vineyards and acres of land, he decorated it with paintings picked from all around the globe and furniture that was designed by a local Italian artist.

In the center of the living room, he has a wall dedicated to pictures of you together, from trips to random candid shots around the house. Your lip quivered as you thought of the pictures that will soon join the collection but with a new member.

You followed Harry to the bedroom and leaned against the wall watching him unpack your suitcase even though you’re capable of doing it. You approached him slowly and pressed your body to his back, allowing your lips to linger over his shoulder blade.

“I felt that something was different but it was just my baby love.” He discarded the items in his hands and turned around to wrap your body around his.

“Do you want me to help—“

“No. You know how I feel about this. Leave it to me.” His voice was stoic and straightforward, the same one he used around the office.

“What is this suitcase anyway, I haven’t seen it before.” You pointed to the unfamiliar suitcase that you first saw at the penthouse.

“It’s yours.” He stepped aside to reveal a wide range of summer clothes still in their tag, along with different types of bikinis, all being luxury brands.

“Harry! What is this?” You searched through the full suitcase, gasping at the price on the tags. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with your fiancée because you still haven’t come around to how much he spends on clothes. Let alone on you.

“Thought you’d want to try on new stuff while we’re here and we’re going swimming…” Harry loved to spoil you no matter what the item was. Though he never told you, he gets some sort of thrill or ego boost whenever he sees you wearing clothes that he picked out himself and paid for. Call him him weird, obsessive, or even crazy but his head becomes filled with unholy things when you wear what he chose. As for the bikinis…. With your small bump or at least the knowledge of knocking you up.

May the lord have mercy on him.

There was nothing for you to say except a ‘thank you’, followed by a ‘no need’ from him and a forehead kiss. As you glanced around the room, you noticed that he arranged everything in its place leaving nothing for you to unpack.

“Sweetheart you should start getting ready we’re spending the day on our yacht.” He shouted from the bathroom where he was making sure that all your skincare and toiletries were present.

Harry always referred to things as yours and his, even though everything was paid for with his money, not yours. The sentiment of it made you feel warm.

You glanced at all the pieces Harry bought till your eyes landed on a skimpy bikini that would barely cover your breasts or pussy…

You smiled to yourself as you placed it aside and grabbed a towel to shower. The teasing game between you and Harry was never-ending. You acted like cave people around each other when one of you was half-naked or just looking yummy.

If you were still trying to conceive, you and Harry probably wouldn’t have left the villa not that he isn’t all over you now, because boy he is.

If he wants to wear a ‘Daddy’ shirt then he might as well preach it.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself relaxing on the yacht, as you went through your beach bag to fetch the essentials. A beige dress with a simple cut near the breast area hugged your body as you hid the revealing bikini underneath it.

“Babes, is the SPF with you?” You lifted your eyes upward only to be met with your shirtless fiancée, his arms raised on the doorway and body leaning forward. The shorts were barely hiding anything, his hips were on display and if he tugged the fabric slightly, everyone would be graced with the sight of his cock.

He had an amused smile on as he lazily chewed gum and taunted you with knowing eyes from behind his Gucci sunnies. Handsome motherfucker. You might as well ovulate again right there and then even if you’re already pregnant.

You offered him a nod and tossed the cream in his direction, but why not give him a show too?

You took off your dress in front of him and everyone who was nearby.

The bralette was strapless and tight on your breasts prompting your cleavage to appear plumper, as for the bikini bottom it was a thong.

You kept a casual attitude around him as you folded your dress aside and unpacked the beach bag while sparing him glances to delight in the sight of his clenched fists and tense body.

He was a soft dominant in bed, he disliked all that ‘punishment’ stuff. Pleasure to him is something sacred, if you want to get spanked then ask for it, and if you want soft lovemaking then you should ask for it too.

You weren’t the only ones around, after all this was an area known for welcoming the wealthy so it wasn’t a surprise when you noticed the few other yachts positioned near you.

“Put it on me.” Harry handed you the sunscreen as he stood in front of you giving you a stern look. Whenever he used this facial expression with you, you knew that he was feeling it.

You squirted a small amount of the creamy SPF before lathering it all over his chest and abs, your hands were completely covered as you glided them over his skin.

His body towered over you and you could feel his gaze on you even though he had sunglasses on. He was enjoying your hands all over his hard abs especially when you slowed down your pace to take in the sight in front of you.

Would it be so bad to drop on your knees in public?

“The way you’re rubbing shows me that you’re desperate sweetie.” You avoided responding verbally and instead raised your face to taunt him with a wicked smile as your hands tortuously massaged his skin before reaching his hips and giving extra attention to the fern tattoo. With each glide, his shorts got looser and looser, his happy trail was on display, and when you glanced down you got a peek at his cock by toying with the waistband.

“Should I go for the biceps too?” You put on an innocent act, which he didn’t mind at all. He nodded at your request and turned around to give you a better angle.

“You should sit down, I can’t reach you.” He was taller than you by some good inches and that didn’t stop you from reaching him, but of course, you wanted to play your little game which he complied with.

He took a seat on the sunbathing lounge chair, with his legs spread dangerously. Instead of beginning to apply the cream on his biceps, you abruptly seated yourself on his thigh, not forgetting to let out a subtle moan at the friction or pretend to fix your position by going back and forth on his thigh.

Again, he did not seem fazed by your actions. Not because he’s unimpressed but because he adored it when you were all over him, and it showed when he wrapped his entire arm around your body, giving you easier access to his biceps but also making sure to knead your ass with his palms.

You had to use both hands to rub one bicep and still, it took longer than expected. The more he kneaded your ass, the more his bicep flexed making you drool over his body and push yourself more against him for friction.

“I thought I told you to put protection not ride my thigh.” His voice was delicious, yet so near to your ear which didn’t help your current situation.

“I’m not! Just getting comfy…” You lied to his face and continued to rub the sunscreen on his muscles. His face was inches away from yours trying to intimidate you in a good way. You always get flustered when stared at for too long, and Harry knows how to play his game.

“I can feel the moist and warmness on my thigh.” Your hands stopped gliding at his words, you knew better than to lie, he had you memorized like the back of his palm.

He slowly guided your cream-covered hand to his chest area and moved it along his skin back and forth, his alibi was seeking sun protection but his real motive was to get you riled up.

“You could lie to anyone except the person who made you pregnant.”

Playing dumb was your method. You delighted in touching his skin and toned muscles before asking him to do the same to you. You settled on your stomach, enjoying his calloused fingers running all over your back and shoulders. And of course, you offered him moans.

“You’re in for it sweetheart.” He warned as he headed off inside not even attempting to hide his visible hard on.

Too bad he left before you took off your bikini…

An hour later, you left your initial spot and sailed ahead basking in the cool wind and warm summer sun that didn’t have you begging for winter. Harry brought you refreshing drinks, water bottles, and plates of fruits.

He had switched his attitude and turned into a sweetheart, It wasn’t on purpose, but it’s how he is. He turned on the autopilot and excitedly propped himself near you. He opened a water bottle and handed it to you, asking you to have some sips despite doing that earlier as well.

Then he gave you some cherries and peeled an apple with deep focus, feeding it to you with his hand, before rubbing on your stomach and inquiring if little peanut is causing a fuss.

He rested his head on your tummy, as his lips lingered there for a while offering love to you and peanut with his fingers dancing along your hips and thighs. You swiped your hands through his hair, giving him head scratches making him a satisfied fiancée.

A straw hat covered your face from the sun, and the sound of the waves muffled Harry’s voice. He spoke to your tummy but none of the words reached your ear, but it’s fine since he seemed to have a little private moment with Peanut.

As much as he wanted to bask in this blessing, his job was to check on you. He lifted himself up barely fifteen minutes later and reapplied sunscreen to your arms, insisted on pouring water over your head because the sun was out and about, and fed you an apricot.

Most of the time his gestures are nonsexual but oh well he’s a gentleman, your gentleman, and everything he did turned you on. After leaving you alone earlier, you ogled him as his hands steered the wheel and sailed the yacht. Obviously, his biceps contracted which did not help at all since you recalled rubbing lotion on them. He even placed the pilot hat on his head.

His curls fell all over his face, and his back muscles flexed with every steer of the wheel. The weather was amazing yet the heat followed you here in the form of your fiancée.

There was nothing you could do except spread your legs, as you observed him doing regular things that got you frothing at the mouth.

And now his extensive care and dotting made it much worse. You know that other men do not act the way he does nor take care of their pregnant women this way, you’ve seen some bad examples.

“Are your muscles knotted? Do you want to get up?” His voice pulled you out of your dirty thoughts, showing his concerned face.

“All good.” You smiled at him and pulled his face in for a kiss.

Another yacht approached yours blasting loud music interrupting your little bubble. It was the same yacht that was next to you before sailing, many young adults were on board probably enjoying their euro summer.

Harry got up to take a look scoffing at how loud the music was, they were dancing in bikinis and shorts, distributing drinks, and singing along with the song.

“Scusatemi, potreste abbassare il volume della musica per favore?” He shouted to the group of girls whose yacht was in close proximity.

“Si Bello!” One of the girls replied before sending a flying kiss his way making the others erupt in giggles.

That was your cue to get up. You don’t have much knowledge on the language but you don’t need translation to know that she’s flirting with your fiancée, who was fucking smiling.

You walked toward him placing your arms around his body and waved to the group of girls as if your blood wasn’t boiling. Their faces dropped upon seeing you as they sent a fake smile your way.

“H, let’s continue sunbathing.” As soon as he heard you whispering, he knew you were off. You only used this tone with him when you were mad or up to something devilish. It wasn’t a suggestion as well.

“Of course babe.” He guided you to the huge lounge chair but instead of helping you to lie down, it was the other way around. He didn’t object nor open his mouth and from the look of mischief on your face, he won’t be questioning anything.

You straddled his lap positioning your pussy right over his crotch and inched your face closer, catching his lips in a kiss. You rested your hand on the side of his neck, deepening the kiss as you moved back and forth on his clothed cock.

“Wha—what’s gotten into you?” He panted in between kisses, with his hand wrapped around your ass.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my fiancée?” You didn’t part your lips from his and spoke in a muffled voice.

Ah, so you were feeling possessive.

“Anytime you want babe, you own me.” He played along by kneading your ass and pushing his tongue further into your mouth. Your jaw grew sore from how feverish the kiss was but Harry became relentless.

Your body leaned backward from the intensity of his kiss, and his hands roamed your body, gripping your skin tightly before moving on to another area. He moaned into your mouth and pressed his hard on to your pussy.

You knew that they were watching and that was exactly what you wanted. You didn’t care if you appeared petty or crazy. He was yours.

“You’re such a needy slut.” He had to pull you away by wrapping his hand around your throat. Your lips were swollen and the look of mischief was still painted across your face.

“Look who’s talking, weren’t you flirting around with those girls?” You tilted your head to the side, relishing the way his facial expression changed.

“Watch the words that come out of your mouth dove.” His grip against your throat tightened and the warning in his eyes was serious.

“Or what? You’ll leave and party with them?” His stern look revealed his clear irritation that he could no longer hide.

“You’re getting too mouthy. Up.” He snaked a hand to the back of your thighs, lifting you both in the process.

Again, he isn’t a man who delights in “punishment”. If he wants to be a tease or rough then so be it, he doesn’t have to call it a punishment. The one thing that he would never do is embarrass you in a situation where he is aware of your feelings, and right now you’re jealous.

He didn’t dismiss that, he’ll prove you wrong inside but for now, he has his lips attached to the nape of your neck, while his hand wanders between your hips and bum. Of course, the girls who fancied him were looking as he was all over you.

Once you were in the clear and away from prying eyes, in the safety of the bedroom inside the yacht, Harry switched his demeanor.

He guided you to the bed where you sat at the edge admiring your annoyed fiancée who gave you a promise to destroy you with his eyes.

He stood in front of you, his crotch so close to your face as he raised your chin upward. A curl had fallen on his forehead but it didn’t help in erasing his irritation.

The smell of the summer breeze and salt penetrated the room but was not enough to dismiss his cologne. He swiped his finger over your bottom lip, as your eyes ogled him starting from his pumped chest down to his chiseled abs and toned V line, right where your eye level was.

“I’m going to ask you questions and you will answer in full sentences.” His voice, low and raspy indicated that he was not up for silly games.

“Yes Sir.” You shamelessly tried to take his finger inside your mouth but he didn’t allow it. Instead, you kept gazing at his hips where the shorts were loose.

“Who’s your fiancée?” You felt his engagement ring digging into your neck as he wrapped his hand there.

“You Sir.” You answered without hesitation hoping to get away with squirming your thighs.

“Who owns you?” His pupils darkened and his voice got deeper.

“You sir.”

It stayed this way for a few other questions…

“Who worships you?”

“Who got you pregnant?”

“Who loves you endlessly?”

All of them were followed by a weak ‘You Sir’ as you rubbed your thighs together feeling aroused more than usual just from his veined hand over your throat (and the questions).

“Then why are you being a brat?” He questioned with his face inches away from yours, noses bumping together while you looked into each other’s eyes. His were dark and hungry, yours were bright and needy.

You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding a verbal response, pretending to be clueless about your attitude. Honestly you just couldn’t help it, your blood boiled when you saw how they eyed him.

“Maybe some cock will refresh your mind?” He tugged down on his shorts revealing his thick girth, red at the tip and already leaking precum.

He always knew what game to play, where to touch, what to say and how to make you surrender to him. The fact is that as much as he was obsessed with your pussy and body, you were equally infatuated with his cock.

There was no such thing before Harry, but when it came down to him everything changed, including your perspectives on dicks.

“Poor baby, is that what you want? Craving some cock to make your brain mushy?” He cooed in a mocking tone as he tapped the tip on your bottom lip, not giving you a chance to take it inside your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out at him to show him that you need it, but he definitely had other plans in his mind. His pre cum leaked on your lips and dribbled down your chin, your tongue instinctively tried to lick his cum but he knew you’d try and do that. Instead, he beat you to it and picked them up with his finger observing the subtle pout in your lips when he took them away.

“Hmm so good.” He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean to tease you with outrageous moans.

“Please, let me suck on it.” Your eyes darted to his veiny hand that was wrapped around his thick swollen length that is asking to be sucked.

“You do need it… maybe it’ll fix that brain of yours.” He caressed your cheek with his knuckles as one last gentle moment before coming closer, and forcing your mouth open to push his cock in.

His eyes rolled back almost immediately at the warmth of your mouth, you didn’t complain nor protest, you got to work right away as you went down on your knees with your hands going up and down on his thigh, then to the base of his cock where you cupped his balls.

Your warm mouth was heaven to him. For some reason, sinful thoughts began to flood his mind uncontrollably as he imagined you going down on your knees a few months from now as he looks down to get a view of your ruined sight, with his cock in your mouth and your big bump protruding.

“Fuck’s sake! I gave you my seed yet you still get down on your knees like a little slut for my cum.” He groaned audibly, rocking his hips back and forth enjoying the feeling of your tongue licking his cock from the base to the tip.

Whenever you gave Harry a blowjob, you had to use both of your hands. That’s how big he was. One had would be wrapped around the base while the other stroked the shaft and eased it into your mouth where your cheeks would hollow around it, as you swirl your tongue and push his length as far as you can.

The sound of your gagging was music to his ears, let alone the mischief in your eyes as you looked up to him while removing his cock from your mouth to allow the mix of saliva and pre cum to dribble down your chin, before you take him in again and moan as you squirm your thighs and shift.

“Such a good warm hole.” He patted your hair as if you were his pet while he rocked his hips faster in your mouth and smirked at the way his abs flexed.

You were absolutely insatiable when it came to his cock. You already sense the soreness in your jaw but you couldn’t care less. Your head kept bobbing on his cock back and forth, you wanted to drain the cum from him and from the look on his face, it is no secret that euphoria is hitting him.

“Fuck my mouth harder Mr. Styles.” You let out his cock from your mouth with a pop, only to reveal your scratchy voice due to his cock hitting the back of your throat. You smiled back at him with your face covered in cum and saliva, as if you were daring him.

“You won’t be speaking for days.” His hand roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair before thrusting his cock harshly inside your mouth, he maintained a vigorous pace of thrusts as the sound of intense gagging filled the room.

His hips snapped roughly as he treated your mouth like a vagina. Thrust after the other with no remorse, feeling his entire body light up from the heat of your mouth and the skill of your tongue.

Your nails dug into his thighs leaving crescent marks on his skin. Tears were streaming down your cheeks due to his roughness, the sting from his grasp on your hair intensified the feeling of pain and pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” He threw his head back as your nose bumped his happy trail. Everything felt overwhelming. Your tongue didn’t stop for one second, the veins along his girth were caressed by it, let alone his sensitive tip that leaked drop of cum that you happily choked on.

He murmured words of praise followed by a warning of his close release, his grip on your hair got loose as all the blood in his body rushed to his cock.

You broke a new record for holding your breath but it was definitely worth it, the furrow of his eyebrows, parted lips and Adam’s apple that protruded from throwing his head back and swallowing down his throat.

His cock twitched followed by the most lustful moan as he released his load, it flooded your mouth seeing as you had him fully tucked inside. You choked on the large amount of cum and pulled him out to properly swallow what he gave you. Harry was observing your movements making him release even more. Your entire face was covered with cum, some drool and saliva dripped down from your chin landing on your thighs. The cum you attempted to swallow leaked from the corners of your mouth as your hand gripped Harry’s cock tightly, aiming to milk it completely as you stuck your tongue out to not waste any drop.

“That’s it baby…drink it all up.” His sensitive tip oozed more cum into your open mouth, twitching in your hand when you squeeze at the base.

You kept swallowing his seed for what felt like ages, he released a huge load and you got dizzy from thinking about how he gave you such loads almost everyday. No wonder you get pregnant.

“Good girl, swallowing it down your tummy?” You couldn’t reply nor hum, sure you could nod but you were far too gone. After all you’re both equally obsessed with each other.

Your mouth stayed open for a while as Harry swiped his thumb over the corner of your mouth, before bringing it inside for you to suck on.

“Can’t waste any drop baby.” He caressed your cheek lovingly while you attempted to lick your lips and any area that you forgot about. Harry’s low deep voice did things to your body, let alone the sight of his toned body that you were graced with.

There’s just something about your fiancée’s body.

A few moments later, Harry lowered himself to your level pressing a kiss to your temple as he snaked a hand to the back of your thighs to lift you up on the bed with one arm.

He placed you on your back gently before moving his lips all over your tummy down to your legs where kisses your scratched knees from going down on him.

“My pretty girl bruising her pretty legs for cum.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb on your ankle.

If he had kept moaning while you sucked him and ogled his muscled body, or even pumped more of his seed into your mouth, you probably would’ve came right there and then without him touching you.

The way his eyes closed as he bit his bottom lip and clenched his fist making veins protrude in his arm, just to hold back a scandalous moan will always be engraved in your mind.

But of course he did not hold back the moans. He’s too much of a slut to do that.

Your breathing was ragged as his hands explored your lower body, you were already too aroused and Harry just won’t get to the point. Your bikini bottom is definitely wetter than it would be if you had gotten into the water.

“What’s that baby?” He cooed, pressing his nose to your clothed (and extremely wet) pussy. He took a long inhale closing his eyes as his grip tightened on your thighs before opening his eyes again. His pupils had gotten darker.

“I could smell your leaking pussy from miles away. Are you that achy?”

He was mocking you.

It was no surprise that you got insanely wet from making him cum, he knows how easily you can get aroused from the simplest of things like seeing him naked or from his actions as a gentleman toward you.

Besides being feral and primal about breeding you (which he did successfully), he tends to have a certain affinity for smelling your wetness…

Perhaps it messes with his hormones, turns him on even more or he genuinely loves the smell which would be normal as he spends most of his free time between your thighs.

“Harry you know it hurts, just fuck me.” You whined throwing your head back, trying to ignore his devilish grin that tells you he’s up to no good.

“Oh I will darling but how about some questions first?” He took your bikini off so that you were both completely naked and bare for each other.

His muscular body towered over you making you feel safe in his embrace, his cross necklace dangled in front of your face and you couldn’t help but bring your hand forward to move the fallen hair strands from his face.

“Yes love.” You were not sure what these questions were but from the look in his eyes, you knew that you won’t be moving your legs for a few days.

His eyes took in your face features with a cheesy smile plastered on his face, the same one he has on when he tells you that he adores you. He inched his face forward till your noses bumped together and his cologne consumed your thoughts.

His hand slowly reached down to your inner thighs where he rubbed circles dangerously close to your cunt.

“Are you wet because… you wish I could breed you again?…” His eyes burned into yours, his body weight pressing on you.

“…because you sucked me off?” Your breath hitched in your throat when he inserted a finger inside your warm cunt, so that the only sounds heard were the calm waves, the beating of your hearts and the sound of your wet cunt being used.

“…or because you love the idea of being fucked by your fiancée while others want him?” He added in another finger, pushing them deep inside feeling how they got soaked instantly. He fucked them slowly in and out as his eyes raked your facial expression, and relished in the clenching of your warm cunt around his fingers.

“All of them.” You answered as quickly as you could before pouring all of your focus on his fingers, they were now three massaging your folds delicately. Your hands instinctively clung to his back, as you dug your nails into his skin.

“That’s my good girl.” He increased his pace and you knew that some of your wetness must have splashed the sheets. You pushed yourself against his hand for deeper access, making him spank your bum with his other hand.

“I need you inside of me please.” Your begging was frantic and rushed.

“Could never resist this cunt baby.” He pulled his fingers out, and glided his hand over your hips making your skin soaked with your own arousal, as he nipped on your neck (the more hickeys the better).

Heat radiated off your bodies that were intertwined in the best way one could imagine, but both of you needed more. Harry asked for reassurance before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in slowly.

The first few moments of entering your cunt were better than the whole experience. The clenching of your walls, your warmness, tightness and the tiny whimpers in his ear as your foreheads touch was priceless to him.

It never mattered if the sex was soft or rough, it will always be love making to him.

Love,love,love.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned as he slowly thrusted himself inside your snug cunt, before stilling his hips and taking a deep breath to avoid cumming so soon.

“Full.” It was all you managed to say. Harry’s length could make you cry from how warm and full it makes you feel. Clenching around him is unintentional, it just happens yet you can’t help it. The pain and burn you feel at first made you drool at the mouth, you didn’t mind a little pain kink but whenever his tip pushes through your tight walls, your brain goes numb.

It was as if your cunt itself begged him to go inside. Deeper.

He continued to push himself in till your hips were against each other. You were back in your element, skin on skin, soft rocking, hungry kisses and euphoric feelings.

All the blood was rushing to your engorged clitoris that is growing more sensitive with every passing day, Harry raised your leg over his hip for a deeper angle that made you moan audibly.

His thrusts found a faster pace and you felt the veins on his thick length massage your velvet walls. The sound of wetness echoed in the room as he repeatedly hit your cervix.

“Don’t you ever doubt my love for you.” His tone was both a mix of anger and reassurance. He hated what you implied, how you thought for even a split second that he would look at someone else.

Your walls pulled him in even further with more clenching as you wrapped your legs around his hips and pressed the heel of your feet into his bum in an attempt to get him deeper (if that was even possible).

“I love you.” You whispered through short pants with your nails leaving fresh marks on his skin. His cock worked itself inside your snug cunt, in and out till you could feel him in your tummy, which he probably could too as he was glued to your body.

“Deeper please. Just want you inside.” Some teardrops fell down on your cheek from the pleasure and love you’re feeling and your need for him to be so deep inside. Whenever you had sex, Harry would fuck you so deep you’d feel him for days, yet still it doesn’t seem enough for you.

But his brain worked the exact same way in a repetitive mantra : deep inside y/n, deep inside y/n…

“Yes babylove, gonna leave you sore for a while.” Your bags always contained at least one lube bottle and a cream for soreness because well.. your fiancée is feral.

He picked up his speed with one hand balanced on the mattress and the other pressing on your throat right where his cock reached a few minutes ago.

“This cock made you pregnant. Isn’t that right baby?” His voice was straight out of an erotica book, but you couldn’t reply. You were simply lying down, taking his cock that is thrusting into you hard and fast with your eyes shut as you savored the blissful feeling.

The headboard banged against the wall as the sound of skin slapping filled the room and you almost forgot that you were out in the open on a yacht. Harry imprinted himself everywhere.

His cock fucking you roughly, his hand on your neck, the ache in your muscles, drool on your chin, old and fresh bruises on your skin, your engagement ring and the baby in your tummy.

You let out a string of curse words followed by short words in which you asked him to keep fucking you. The pressure on your neck loosened but only so he could use his hand to pull your face in for a passionate kiss.

“You own me baby. Never forget that.” He stilled his hips for a few moments before pulling himself out, only to thrust back in immediately knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He provided some attention to your perky sensitive nipples right as you stuck your tongue out at him, which he knew was an order to spit onto your tongue. A string of saliva fell from his mouth right into yours before he connected your lips again, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“I’m close.” Your clitoris was so sensitive and lately you’ve been cumming way sooner than you usually do. Your sweaty skin clung onto Harry’s as your orgasm washed over your body with one particular thrust to your cervix.

Harry followed upon hearing you moaning his name as he spurted hot cum inside your walls. The feeling of his seed flowing inside you was peak euphoria. You’re not sure if you could ever have him wear a condom again.

You bit his shoulder knowing how much he liked it but also because you lost your mind when he came inside your pussy. You felt his cum leak from where you were connected down to your thighs and onto the sheets.

“I love being stuffed by your cum.” You whispered a few moments later, earning a chuckle from him.

“Me too my love. Pussy’s made for me.” His fingers danced along your hips and slowly went down near your thighs where he swiped some of the cum that leaked, bringing it to your mouth. You immediately sucked on it and swallowed without hesitation.

“Too fucking greedy. Didn’t let me taste.” He pouted and pretended to be hurt before pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

His cum was still flowing inside your pussy, opting you to clench around his cock. He hissed from the pulsing and swatted your bum as a warning.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispered after a few minutes while kissing your temple.

“No just a bit more please.” You shook your head and pulled him closer.

“Whatever you want my love.” Staying inside your warm cum filled pussy was torture, and you knew that of course. His twitching did not go unnoticed but you loved it.

“Do you realise that i’m loyal to you only? I don’t want anyone else.” He murmured with his head resting on your breast.

“I know. You’re mine.” You swiped a hand through his hair before tracing his face with your fingers.

Getting jealous was a natural instinct, but at the end of the day you’re the one he fucks till he’s out of breath and of course you’re the mother of his child.

You’re his and he’s yours. It was as simple as that.

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Harry rolled over onto his back, looking up at the dark ceiling in his bedroom. The only light coming in was from the window. His chest rose and fell as he caught his breath.

He felt the bed move as his wife got up to go and clean herself up in their bathroom. He could hear her saying something but he wasn’t listening. His thoughts were on you and what you were doing at that moment at work. His mind wandered to what he’d feel or how he’d react if he knew you had just fucked someone else the way he just did his wife. He wouldn’t like that. And he was sure you wouldn’t like that he’d just nutted in his wife. Even if he told you he was thinking of you as he did it. Imagining that he was stuffed inside of you and you were the one sighing and gasping under him. Because that’s how it was lately. It wasn’t his wife that he was with even if she was the one under him.

The guilt he felt became more self-centered. He was less worried about his wife than he was about how he was going to continue with his little façade. He still loved her. They’d been through a lot together over the years. She gave him a daughter. They’d lost family and friends together. Doctor’s visits with scary diagnoses. Fights. Vacations. Two houses. A car accident. Lots of lows and highs. But all he could think about was you.

It didn’t bother him that he wasn’t thinking of his wife when he was fucking her these days. The lights stayed off like they usually had before you, and he would pretend he was sinking into you and that you were the one pulling at his hair and moaning his name. It was easy. His wife has no idea. The frequency of sex with his wife was about once every other week or so. He could keep up with that. He’d prefer to be with you in your little apartment and finding his orgasm inside of you rather than with his wife but that was not always possible.

“Did you hear me, babe?” She called to him from the bathroom.

Harry jumped from the bed and walked naked into the bathroom with his wife so he could clean up his own mess, “What was that?”

Laughing as she flushed the toilet, “I was just saying you were so turned on tonight. Did you watch porn or something before?”

She was mostly teasing but Harry knew why she noticed the way he was acting a bit different. And it wasn’t porn. It was that he got a notification that an item he bought for you had arrived. And you were working so you wouldn’t know what was waiting in the mail room until you got home after your shift.

A sex toy. Something he could control remotely. Just the thought of you using it on yourself had him hard in his sweatpants as he climbed into bed with his wife and initiated sex.

He knew it was wrong. To sleep with one woman and think of another. But as the months drew on with his little secret it became easier and easier to imagine he was with you.

But sometimes he’d get distracted by his wife. She’d screech or make a noise that you wouldn’t. Her scent was totally different too. Neither scent was better than the other, just different.

You got him so worked up and so edged that he always had to fight from coming too fast. You made him leak with precome before he even took that first thrust into your pussy. With his wife, there was hardly any build-up or foreplay so it was usually just a little oral sex and a quickie fuck. Which had all been good until you came around.

Now he was obsessed with his dynamic with you. It was better than any he’d had with any woman. And it wasn’t that you were better in bed or anything. It was that the connection you had was better. You were far more stimulating, teasing, fun.

“Nah… you just looked cute tonight,” he grinned as he washed his hands. That wasn’t a lie. His wife was cute. She was a very attractive woman. In fact, he surprised himself by pursuing anything with you at all because his wife was sort of the whole package. Great body, smart, kind, patient, and a good mother. They’d definitely lost their spark sexually, though he seemed to be the only one to notice it. That was really the only issue. They still had sex but it wasn’t fun anymore. It was simply a means to an end.

And the first day that he went to your apartment he knew in the back of his mind what he was doing was wrong. He wasn’t sure he’d have gotten you into bed but he definitely had imagined it. And when the opportunity suddenly opened up he took it. He couldn’t stop himself. Typical man really, he felt. He always championed himself as a great guy with integrity and a good moral compass. But that all flew out the window the moment he was with you on your couch in your living room and he dared to begin asking personal questions. The way you were squirming and your skin got hot and your words were breathy… he knew all he had to do was to lead you to your room and you’d be putty in his hands. He was right.

At first, he had regrets. He wasn’t going to stop but he did have some guilt. But after the second time you were together he knew he was fucked when he realized you still wanted more. You loved sex with him. You wound up begging or giving in to him after he was already so hard it ached. The way you teased and flirted with him before he finally laid you out and licked your pussy was quite intoxicating. And you were eager to suck him off too. God, it fed his ego to have you drooling over his cock like you did. It’d been years since he’d had that.

But lying in bed trying to get to sleep once his wife was tucked in and softly snoring to his left he did feel a pinch of something that gave him anxiety. It was the fact that you weren’t seeing anyone but him (which he preferred). It meant you got the short end of the stick in the relationship. You were seeing a married man. What did that mean for your future? Was Harry fucking everything up for you? Was he taking you away from having a normal dating life and maybe finding true love with a man you could actually be with openly?

Well, he thought that yes, he was definitely getting in your way. He was too old for you on top of it all. And there would be a divide between you and Fae if she were to ever learn of the affair. Potentially? Harry could ruin some really great things in your life.

He hated that feeling he got when he thought about it rationally. Thought about the damage he was doing to himself, to you, to his wife, to Fae. Thought about what kind of man this made him. And he often imagined the fallout. You’d probably get most of the blame. He’d try and defend you and his wife would leave him and his daughter would hate him for a while but would eventually forgive him.

But Fae would never forgive you. And anyone involved would think you were the seducer. That you must have come on to a happily married man, chipped away at his composure until he reluctantly gave in. They’d call you a home wrecker. Slut maybe. The Eve complex and all.

Sure Harry would come out of it looking like a big prick but he’d fair better. He’d eventually start to get big forgiving pats on the back from male members of his family and co-workers. Telling him they understand how it could happen (of course they could). And his wife would also be partially to blame because she’d been neglecting his physical needs– or that would be the gossip. No one would say it to her face. Maybe not even to Harry. But that would be the assumption. That she should have tried harder to keep her man happy. That it was no wonder Harry had strayed.

But none of that was the reality. And he didn’t know if anyone would believe them when he told them that he was the seducer. That he had come on to you. That he went to your apartment and flirted with you and led you to your bedroom and saw your cute SpongeBob panties and fucked you in your own bed over the period of five hours.

Harry saw his ceiling light up when he got a notification on his phone. Rolling over he quickly grabbed and unplugged it before tiptoeing out of the room, leaving his sleeping wife in the bed by herself.

I just got home. What is this?

Harry grinned as he descended the steps and read your message, quietly making his way to his study and closing the doors behind him.

Hi. It’s a toy for you. I’m gonna video call you.

Harry settled on his leather couch and clicked the video call button, letting it ring until you answered.

“Hi, Harry,” you adjusted the camera so your pretty face was in view as you sat on your own living room couch.

“Hi, pup. How was work?”

Harry heard you sigh and watched your eyes round out as you started talking about your late shift, describing one table that was particularly grating.

“But… what’s this? It says luxury app-controlled, sound-activated egg vibrator for ecstasy-inducing sharable play,” you laughed as you read the side of the box.

“Well, it’s just what it says. We’ll look at it tomorrow and connect to the app so I can have access to it whenever we want to use it. S’just like something for when I’m not there.”

“Tomorrow?” You looked from the box to the phone screen in question.

“Yeah. In the morning. Is that okay? I know you work tomorrow night and I figured I could come over for a few hours before you have to get to the restaurant.”

You nodded with your large grin and bright eyes, “Yes! Of course it is!”

.           .           .

It turned out that all Harry needed to get to sleep was to hear your voice on the phone. When he woke up the following morning his wife was just coming out of the bathroom, brushing her teeth, fresh-faced and soft and cozy looking.

That stab of anxiety he’d been stuck on the night before came rushing back, icing his veins and dampening the excitement he normally would have felt knowing he was going to see his lover.

It felt like a warning. He needed to talk to you.

When he left his house he’d told his wife he was going into the office. Which he would, after he left your apartment. The nice thing about his job title was that he could come and go from the office as he pleased. He could tell everyone he’d been in a lunch meeting or a golf outing with a potential buyer. He could tell his wife he was going to work.

Knocking at your front door he felt a bit of dread. He wanted to see you and kiss you but he needed to sort out what had been weighing on him before you parted ways for the day.

You opened your door in just a pair of panties and pulled him inside quickly so no one saw your state of undress.

You nearly climbed up his frame, jumping into his arms as he placed his hands under your thighs to hold you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him as your soft tits pressed into his button-up shirt.

He brought you to your bedroom, keeping an eye open so he didn’t trip on the way. You were insatiable.

When he dropped you onto your bed he climbed over your body and smoothed his hands up your torso letting his palms squish your breasts, “What’s going on, puppy? Couldn’t wait to get me in your bed?”

You laughed against his lips and nodded, “You’re the one who brought me in here. I was just saying hello.”

Harry shook his head and sat back between your legs, “You greeted me wearing only panties and then jumped on me like you were some kind of wild barbarian. I think you wanted me in your bed.” He pinched your nipples between his fingers and you gasped.

“Just…” you decided to give in far too fast. You did miss him. You woke up from a dream about him and it left you needy and hot and horny. And normally you’d have taken care of it but you knew Harry was coming so you waited. And now you were on edge. “Just fuck me.”

Harry raised a brow and grinned, “Just fuck you? What a potty mouth. Where are your manners, dear?”

You groaned and pulled at his collar to bring him down over you, “Please. God… please sir. I need you.”

Harry smiled against your lips as he quickly began to undo his pants, “There we go. There’s my sweet girl. Needs me so badly today. Fuck, honey…” he moaned when he felt how slick you were already, a finger along the side of your panties.

Pressing your thighs into your chest he hooked his fingers into the crotch of your panties, pulling it to the side, and attached his lips to your pussy, making you whine loudly. He sucked and licked and moaned into you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You wanted something else, “Give me your cock. Please, sir. Want your come so bad.”

Harry kissed your labia and closed his eyes. You loved his come. Ever since that night, you begged him to breed you it had been more of a thing. In fact, you rarely let him come anywhere other than inside of your cunt. Even if you were gagging on his cock and he was beginning to release you’d drag him down and beg him to give it to you in your pussy where it belonged (your words). And he didn’t like denying you.

Though the last morning he saw you he came on your tits and you pouted about the waste.

“Want me to fill your little pussy full so you can go wait tables with my come packed inside of you?”

Nodding your head you moaned and yanked at his collar again. Harry laughed, “Careful. Gonna tear it, baby.”

“Please take it off, Harry.” You fidgeted under him and began to pluck at his buttons.

Harry grinned at you and sat up again so he could unbutton his shirt. But first, he swatted at your bare thigh before moving your fingers away from his shirt, “You don’t think I’m gonna take care of you? What’s got you so riled up, pup?”

You didn’t know how much more you could take. You weren’t in the mood for any teasing and you were running short on time before he needed to leave. You needed to feel that connection with him. To feel him inside of you.

“Dreamed of you and woke up needing you so bad. Please…” You reached for him again as Harry was undoing his buttons. He leaned back away from your grasp and stood up to disrobe himself before pulling your panties down your legs.

“A dream?” He asked as he shoved you into the bed so your head landed on your pillows and he settled in between your legs, pushing at your soft thighs, “Tell me about it. What happened in your dream?”

You groaned and pouted, “Please… please fuck me, Harry!”

Harry held your wrists down as you attempted to grab at him again, “Ah, ah, ah… tell me what your dream was and then I’ll fuck you.”

You huffed and let out a grunt of disappointment before looking at him directly to tell him quickly what he wanted to know. You just needed him to hurry up and put himself inside of you, “You were fucking me. Really hard and I woke up before I could come.”

“Mmm… yeah? And what position were in you? How was I fucking you, puppy?”

“At first you were soft and on top of me but then you flipped me to my tummy and spanked me and entered me while my tummy was flat on the bed and you held me down and just… it was really hard and fast and my face was stuffed into the blankets and then I woke up.”

“That sounds yummy. Should we reenact that?” Harry slid his cockhead through your labia, the wetness coating him.

You nodded, “Anything. Just… please.”

Thrusting in shallowly, you moaned and bucked your hips upward to push him in deeper. You were getting impatient. Needed to be filled to the brim right then.

“Woah, there. Slow down, pup. I know you want me to just fuck you til your dumb with no thoughts in that little head of yours but I want to savor this. Love feeling the way you open for me,” Harry spoke softly but with a bit of a condescending bite, his fingers grasping onto your thighs, “Feel me, honey. Just feel the way my cock pushes into you,” he began to push in deeper, “Feel how hard you make me and how your muscles expand around me. How good it is, baby.”

You put an arm over your eyes and did just that. Let him slowly push his way into you, his thick crown intruding and pushing your insides apart. Stretching. He always did it the way he wanted. Which meant teasing and edging and going in slow at first.

But what you wanted wasn’t exactly something slow and teasing. You let out a sob and jutted your bottom lip out, arm still over your eyes.

You heard Harry chuckle as he grasped your wrist and moved your arm away from your face, “Let me see your face, puppy. Those pretty eyes of yours keep me going when I’m not with you. Need to see them so I can think of you later just like this.”

You loved it. Loved the way he talked to you and how he made you feel. When he was with you, you felt like you were his number one. Of course, when he wasn’t with you, you had your doubts. But in that moment you believed him and looked into his eyes so he could have what he wanted.

“Good girl. Fuck… That feels fucking incredible, doesn’t it? Made for me.” Harry rocked into you with one final plunge, dipping his tip into your cervix and making you squeal like he loved.

“See? Gonna give you what you want. Always do.”

You cooed in relief once he began to drive into you in long, wet strokes. His pubic hair was gradually getting wetter as he bottomed out over and over again.

He started off slow. Just like your dream. The way he rolled his hips into you and dipped into you so deep it ached and made you suck in sharp breaths at each poke.

“Feel good, puppy? This what you needed?”

You softly moaned and nodded, “More too. Want more. Please…”

Harry’s cock was certainly feeling that delicious squeeze you gave him. Goosebumps covered his thighs as he thrusted deep and he keened at the slick warmth of your cunt.

“Please!” You yelped when he suddenly rutted into you in one swift drive, knocking into you with a harsh thud.

He smiled as he pulled himself out and gripped onto your hips, flipping you onto your tummy and giving you a handful of healthy swats to your butt cheeks, leaving bruising marks behind before he tilted your hips so he could press himself right back into you. But this time he didn’t go slow. He was going to fuck you the way you dreamt.

He began fucking into you fast and deep and hard. His hips slapped into your bottom and you yelped and whimpered loudly into the blankets. He held your cheeks apart to watch himself driving into you before leaning over your back and holding you down by the back of your neck.

Your bed squeaked and creaked loudly as he plunged into you in punishing strokes. His own gasps and moans getting increasingly louder.

You loved hearing him moan. Harry wasn’t quiet when he fucked you. He often spoke dirty to you but he also gasped and panted and whimpered right along with you. You absolutely loved it.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He groaned loudly as he worked himself into you as quickly as his strong muscles allowed. And Harry was strong. There was never a single question about that. From the first time you slept with him, you realized just how fit and incredibly solid, and powerful he was.

You were rendered completely silent with your mouth wide open and your blankets stuffed into your mouth, your face smushed into the bed as he railed you hard. Your body smacked up and up and up each time his hips struck against your ass. Loud smacks and wet thuds sounded in the room as he split you in two with his big cock.

It was methodical the way he fucked into you. His thighs bulged and began to burn at the way he was working them. But it wasn’t his muscles that couldn’t keep going. His body was strong and he had great stamina. He could continue sinking into you over and over again in this way for hours. No. What was making it hard to continue was that his balls were tightening and he began to feel the climb of his orgasm so he stopped as he caught his breath, his hand still wrapped around the back of your neck as his chest rose and fell.

You felt him stuff your blankets into a ball underneath you, “Rub your clit on this so you can come for me. Then I’m gonna fill you up like you need.”

You felt the stimulation immediately against your wet clit as he started to drive into you again. This time his words were closer as he spoke into your ear and his lips grazed over your neck, “Come f’me puppy. Want you to feel so good when I pour myself into you.”

You whined and gasped as he slicked into you deep. This time his strokes weren’t as fast but they were achingly deep and every time he bottomed out, your hips drove down into the balled-up fabric of the blankets under you, pressing and rubbing your clit into the material.

Divine and complete. That’s how it felt. His dirty words in your ears. His cock in your cunt. Your heart pounding in your chest.

You squeaked as you began to see stars and writhe your hips into the blankets for more friction. You tried to speak but your mouth was covered by your blankets as you began to pulse around him, the heat covered your back and your bum as you gushed onto the fabric of your blankets.

Harry coughed a loud groan and slid into you slowly as he felt you coming. He gasped when he finally began to come and leak into you, “Gonna put a baby in there, yeah? Fuck! Pussy needs to be bred…” he groaned his words and then stilled his hips, keeping them flush against your bottom as he drained himself into you, throbbing and pumping and twitching so hard you could feel every delicious spurt.

You sighed as you felt your whole body tingle. Harry was shivering with the way your pussy milked him like no one else could and when he collapsed over your back you felt him stuff his arms under your torso and hold you tight. His breath fell over your neck, hot and sticky.

You loved it. Loved every bit of what he gave you. Loved having him connected to you, keeping himself tucked inside of you until you both calmed and could breathe again.

When you felt his lips warm over your skin and down to your shoulder you turned your head so your mouth was clear of your blankets, “You always fuck me so good.” Was all you could get out of your mouth.

Harry chuckled and you felt him move off of you and then roll you to your side as he plopped down next to you, his hands on your hip, “S’that what you needed?”

You grinned and nodded at him, sliding your palm up his chest and relishing the feel of his warm skin and hair under your palm.

It was always soft and sweet after sex. He took care of you. Cuddled with you. Told you how good you were and how you were his favorite girl and how pretty and sweet and smart you were. You were spoiled with the way he cleaned you up and kissed your hot skin and brushed his fingers over your curves and looked into your eyes with that gentle longing that you knew meant his words were real. And that his feelings went beyond those words.

“I wanted to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind a bit.” He said as he buttoned up his shirt and you slid on a pair of shorts.

“Okay. What about?” You didn’t like his sudden serious tone. The change of subject. It sounded serious.

“Come sit down with me.”

You gulped nervously and felt lightheaded. You couldn’t imagine what he’d want to talk about with you that warranted a sit-down.

You sat next to him on your couch and fiddled with the bottom hem of your shirt as you kept your eyes on his.

He appeared nervous too. Or uncomfortable at the very least. Part of you thought maybe he’d want to connect your little toy to his phone but that hadn’t come up yet.

“I feel like what we’re doing is really great, for me and you. When we’re together it’s amazing. I really like you a lot. And I don’t want you to start resenting me or feeling upset that this isn’t a traditional relationship,” he paused and watched you for a moment before continuing. “And thought it might be good if you wanted to like,” he reached behind himself and scratched the back of his neck before breaking eye contact with you, “date someone else.”

You sat in stunned silence. Date someone else? It felt like a slap in the face after that shag you’d just had.

“What? Harry, are you breaking up with me?” He still wasn’t looking at you in the eyes.

“No. Of course not,” then he turned his gaze back to you finally, “I just think it’s not fair, our situation. I’m married and you’re… well…” he inhaled deeply and licked his lips, “You should see other people. Don’t you think?”

You shook your head and stood up from the couch to pace. You were beginning to feel angry, “So what about us? If I start to see someone else that’s it? No more of this?”

Harry stood up and stepped in front of you and took your hands in his, “I would hope you and I could continue seeing each other like this. But I just want you to feel like your life is going in the right direction. That you can date and be with someone else. I want this to be an equal relationship. Does that make sense?” You shook your head again, “Why would I want to see anyone else, Harry? I don’t want anyone else. Just you.” You tried to fight the tears that were filling your eyes and making your sight blurry but you knew the moment you blinked there would be salty wets streak down your cheeks.

“I know puppy, but I’m married and it’s not fair for you. I think it would be good, you know?”

You scoffed, pulling your hands from his and crossing your arms over your chest, “Don’t call me puppy. That’s not fair.”

He sighed and nodded, “Sorry, Y/n.”

You looked back into his eyes and all you could see was a man you wanted all to yourself. But you knew that wasn’t going to ever happen. But that didn’t mean you wanted to fuck anyone else.

“You’re right. Our relationship has never been even. You have a wife and a happy life. I get your leftovers. But fuck you for thinking that me dating someone else will make you feel better or something. I’m too far gone for that, Harry.”

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like it’s for my benefit. I just want you–“

“Oh I heard you. So you want me to fuck other guys? Go on dates and find happiness with someone that I can actually be with? Meanwhile I’m still fucking you in secret so then not only would you be lying and cheating, I would be too. Then we’d be even right? You wouldn’t have as much guilt.”

Harry shook his head and ran his hands over his face, “No, pup­–“

“Don’t!” You pointed at him as your felt the tears drip off your chin, “Don’t call me puppy. Not now. I know what this is. I’m not dumb you fucker.”

You turned to walk toward your kitchen. You need a glass of water. Something to cool you off and get your head level. This news was not something you ever wanted to hear from him. It just meant what you already knew. That he was never going to be yours to have. That this was always only a secret affair. A dirty thing to hide from everyone.

Harry followed you into your kitchen and sighed as he watched you get a glass down from your cupboard with shaky hands. You were trembling so hard he was worried you were going to drop the glass. He hadn’t meant to upset you. He thought it would a way for you to have a life outside of just him. Not that he wanted that. Fuck no he didn’t want anyone else near you. Wanted you to himself but he figured that wasn’t fair of him. He intended for it to be a kind gesture of selflessness but listening to your response had him rethinking that notion.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was right behind you as he helped you grasp your glass and bring it down to the counter. You felt his hand on the back of your hip and his chest press into your back, “I didn’t mean for it to sound like that at all. It was not my intention to hurt you, Y/n. I just don’t want to be selfish with you. Hate the thought of anyone else touching you but that’s not fair of me.”

His arms wrapped around your front and he squeezed. You closed your eyes and sniffed, keeping your hands down on the countertop. You were still angry at him.

“Do you understand how I feel about you? I don’t think you do?” He spoke quietly into your ear.

You shook your head in response.

Harry moved and turned you around to face him as he tilted your chin up, “Please look at me.”

Reluctantly you opened your teary eyes and did as he said.

“You’re so so special to me. I know what we’re doing is wrong but it’s not just sex with you. Not for me. I’m not just using you because your cute and fun. I like you a lot, Y/n. More than I should. You’re all I think about these days. I just don’t want you to ever regret our time together. Want you to live a normal life outside of this,” he gestured between you two. “I don’t want to lose what we have but I want you to explore something else. Ya know? Because while I’m at home at night with my wife you’re here alone and I don’t want you to feel like you resent me for keeping you all to myself. If you don’t want to see anyone else that’s your choice. I just want you to know I’ll still feel the same way about you if you do. It’s an option.”

His thumb moved along your jaw in the most tender way and you couldn’t stop the tears from pouring. You didn’t want anyone but him. And you didn’t want him to have anyone but you. If you could you’d have the whole world burn to ash except for a small island in the middle of the ocean where you and Harry could live together forever without anyone else. That’s how bad you had it for him. To invite another person into that felt like a rip to your heart. It would shred your soul in half if you kissed anyone else.

“Harry… I don’t know how to tell you how I feel about us without sounding like I’m,” you hiccupped and wiped your face, “obsessed or crazy… but I just can’t. I can’t be with anyone else. That would tear me apart. I can’t do that.”

Harry pulled you into his chest and held you tight, “You don’t have to, Y/n. I just want you to know you can. If you ever met someone. I don’t want you to but I can’t be selfish with you the way I have been.”

You understood it. But you hated it. And you were still angry. Maybe you weren’t angry at him. Maybe you were, you couldn’t tell. But you were upset and you knew that you’d never wind up happy with him like you fantasized about.

You pushed yourself back and looked up at him, “Okay. I get it. Fine.”

Harry looked sad. Defeated at your words as he blinked his own tears away.

“Are we okay, Y/n?”

You shook your head and scoffed a laugh, “I guess we’re never gonna be okay are we, Harry?”

Harry furrowed his brows. He was upset. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you and I… we don’t get to be together. Not really. Because that’s all this is. It’s just a lie. So I should see someone else. Find myself a man I can be with openly. Like you want.”

He gulped hard and opened his mouth but nothing came out. He didn’t know what to say. How to respond. He knew you were hurt. You needed time to calm down and come to terms with it all.

And you wanted him to take it back. Wanted him to change his mind and tell you that he didn’t want you with anyone and he was dumb for suggesting it and that you were only allowed to be his. But he didn’t. Instead, he just looked sad.

“Well, I need to start getting ready for work. I’ve got some things to do. You should go.”

Harry backed away from you as he blinked his eyes. He really really hadn’t meant for it to go this way.

“Should we look at that toy before I go?” He cringed, immediately regretting saying it. Bringing it up. God, he was such a fucking dumbass at times. He was so thrown off by the way you responded and his whole day was going to be spent regretting this entire visit. He should have had the talk before you two had sex. Or maybe he should have never said it to begin with. He thought what he was doing by telling you was a good thing. Maybe it hadn’t been.

You laughed loudly and walked out of your kitchen quickly. Harry followed close behind you as you went into your bedroom and plucked the box up from the floor next to your bed. You shoved it into his chest, “It’s yours. You can take it back or use it on your wife or something. Don’t waste it on your side piece.”

“Hey, Y/n. Come on. Don’t do this…” he followed you into your living room where you picked up his cell phone, wallet, and keys handing them to him, “Do you need a bag? Probably don’t want to walk outside carrying a remote sex toy do you.”

He watched you, stunned as you went into your kitchen and dug out a plastic shopping bag for him, “There. Now you can go.”

“Y/n. Baby…”

“Don’t fucking call me baby or puppy or anything. Leave. Please. I need to be alone.”

You wanted to break down so bad. Needed him gone so you could just unravel and crumble in peace. 

Harry stuck the box into the plastic bag and you watched as tears fell from his lash line down his cheeks. You didn’t want to make him cry. It sucked that you still wanted him happy above all else even in your own misery. But you needed to cry and scream and break something so you needed him gone.

You opened your door and looked down at the knob as you waited for him to leave. He paused next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n, I’m sorry. Please…”

Shaking your head you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You began to sob and suck in sharp breaths, “Just Go, Harry.”

It was the worst moment of your life maybe. Probably. You pushed the man you were smitten with, the one you were sure you’d fallen completely head over heels for, out your door as his own heart broke right in front of you and tears welled in his eyes.

But you couldn’t watch it. Couldn’t bear to see him breaking down or crying. Because you knew he was already hurting. You saw the look on his face. You knew he was suggesting something with only the best intentions for you but it hurt. There was no good thing that could come from you and Harry being together. That was clear.

Months of having fun with him and getting to know him in a way you never thought you would. Learning what real intimacy looks and feels like. Finding yourself drawn to him. You’d formed a bond, the two of you. Trust and respect and comfort. But it was all a lie.

Now you needed to grow up and stop playing around. If you didn’t put an end to it now the hurt you’d feel later down the line would completely destroy you if it hadn’t already.

It wasn’t fair. But perhaps Harry was right.

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