Littlealonebutterfly

Mutual Masturbation in the Shower (SMUT) (edited)

(A innocent shower together turns steamy when you rub Harry's dick head on your clit & you both orgasm together)

Steamy Shower Sex (SMUT)

(Waking up in a bed alone, you find Harry in the shower and surprise him by joining him and end up having shower sex)

Cock Warming in Harry's Home Office (SMUT With FLUFF)

(When you wake up alone and feeling empty, you walk to Harry's home office and he allows you to cock warm in his lap. Leading to you falling asleep and Harry having to carry you back to bed with him, still attached to his cock.)

Cock Warming During a Winter Thunder Storm (SMUT With FLUFF) (blurb ---- >> * )

(You get scared and cold from a winter thunder storm and end up cock warming with Harry to help you relax and fall back asleep.)

Harry Gives You The Best Head Of Your Life (SMUT)

(After denying Harry time and time again, you finally allow him to eat your pussy and it becomes the best head you've ever had before.)

A Hairy Blowjob (SMUT)

(After a date with Harry, you come back to his place and end up giving him a blowjob even though he get embarrassed about having pubic hair.)

Fever Cock Warming (Barely SMUT/FLUFF)

(You wake up freezing and want to cock warm with Harry but he realizes you have a fever and makes you take medicine first.)

Periods, Humping, & Blowjobs (SMUT)

(You get your period at Harry's house and take a nap in his bed which leads to eating chocolate ice cream together, making out, you riding his thigh, and you ending the night with giving Harry a blowjob.)

Fingered for the First Time (SMUT)

(Harry fingers you for the first time and reassures you that you're safe and in good hands.)

Valentines Day Proposal in Italy (SMUT)

(Harry proposes to you on a beach in Italy and after dinner reservations, he takes you back to the hotel where you make some Valentines Day love.)

Sub Harry Receives Aftercare for the First Time & Gets Emotional (SMUT)

(You and Harry have sex where you're the dom and he's your sub but afterwards when he's deep into subspace and you begin doing aftercare on him, Harry get's emotional because his ex never gave him any sort of aftercare.)

Harry's First Time Coming Inside You (SMUT)

(In the heat of the moment, you decide you want Harry to come inside of you and that leads to you needing a Plan B the next morning because you didn't actually want to become pregnant.)

Harry Receives a Spooning Handjob (SMUT)

(You wake up spooning Harry and after playing with his happy trail for a few minutes, you take it further by dipping your hand inside his boxers and give him a full blown handjob, causing Harry to awake.)

Husband Harry-

Shower Head Orgasm & Making Love in the Bathtub (SMUT)

(A stressful day at work is made better by your husband Harry)

Intimate & Slow Hot Tub Sex (SMUT)

(You ride Harry's cock in the hot tub, with your bodies pressed together tightly, feeling the love from one another)

Dry Sex (SMUT)

(Wanting to try something new sexually, you recommend dry sex)

You Get Tired During Sex & Harry Has to Take Over (SMUT)

(You ride Harry's cock while he does his nightly reading, but get too tired & Harry has to give in and take over)

Emotionally Horny (SMUT)

(Struggling to masturbate at 4 am due to your pregnant belly, Harry wakes up and helps by using a vibrator on you)

Intimate Skin to Skin Sex w/ Pillow Humping (+ aftercare) (SMUT)

(Laying naked on your stomach, Harry lays on top of you and fucks you while playing with your breast and you grind on a pillow. Then he helps you go to the toilet & tends to your raw pussy with some ointment cream)

Edging Gone Wrong (smut)

(What was supposed to be some harmless edging with vibrating panties, soon turns into public embarrassment when Harry doesn't turn them off & you come in front of everyone at the restaurant)

Early Morning Pussy Eating (SMUT)

(Harry wakes you up by eating your pussy with his experienced tongue)

Harry Gets Caught Masturbating in the Shower (SMUT) (sub!harry)

(You catch Harry using the shower head on his cock and fingering himself in the shower and decide to help him out.)

Giving Harry a Pre-Concert Blowjob (SMUT) {HSLOT}

(Harry is nervous for his first concert of the new tour and to calm his nerves down, you give him a quick blowjob in the dressing rooms bathroom.)

Insecure About Your Sex Life (SMUT)

(When your friends talk about their sex lives and question yours, you get insecure by thinking that Harry doesn't like the type of sex you share together.)

Morning Mutual Masturbation (SMUT)

(You wake up jerking Harry's cock off and because Harry can't allow you to not be pleasured as well, he reaches over and pleasures you at the same time you pleasure him.)

Late Night Lazy Blowjob (SMUT)

(While watching a movie late at night on the couch, you decide to give Harry a slow and lazy blowjob, making him bust a nut in your mouth.)

Caught Masturbating with Harry's Electric Toothbrush (SMUT) (HSLOT)

(Due to your pregnancy hormones, you wake up on the tour bus horny and end up using Harry's electric toothbrush to masturbate with because you didn't want to wake up a sleeping Harry, but he wakes up anyways and helps you out while reveling a little secret about himself.)

Soft Bedtime Sex (SMUT)

(After your nightly shower, you disrupt Harry's nightly reading when you crawl up his lap on the bed which leads to some slow, soft, and sleepy sex.)

Pre Concert Pussy Eating (SMUT) {HSLOT}

(Harry shoves his head under your skirt and eats your pussy, minutes before needing to be on stage and preform for his fans.)

Best Handjob Ever (SMUT)

(You give Harry the best handjob of his life to help him distress.)

Hot Couch Sex with Beard Harry (SMUT)

(When Harry comes home from his morning run, you get turned on by his facial hair and fuck on the couch.)

Teasing Harry During a Zoom Radio Interview (SMUT)

(While Harry is sat at the dinning room table doing zoom radio interviews late at night, you get bored and decide to crawl under the table to tease him a bit.)

Sex After Interviews (SMUT)

(After teasing him in an interview and making him do a bit of strip teasing, Harry finally gets to have sex with his lovely (but cheeky) wife.)

Balcony Blowjobs at Coachella (SMUT)

(You convince Harry to take a break from sound check and have lunch with you, followed by you giving him a blowjob on the balcony of his dressing room.)

Dessert From the Dining Table (SMUT)

(After eating a breakfast your husband cooks for the two of you, Harry sets you on the dining room table and feasts on his dessert (your pussy).

Blowjobs & Pussy Rubbing in the Sky (SMUT) (pt. 2)

(You give Harry a blowjob on the plane ride to Italy followed by him rubbing your pussy to get you off as well.)

Dad Harry-

Having Sex as Parents (SMUT) (edited)

(Harry's accidental boner turns in intimacy under the sheets)

Riding Harrys Dick on a Toilet

(Sex deprived at Harrys mums house, you sneak in the bathroom late at night to get some action)

Shower Orgasm + Aftercare (SMUT & FLUFF)

(Determined to help you relax, Harry joins you in the shower to give you the number 1 medicine for stress relive. Then takes care of you when your brain has turned fuzzy.)

Make Up Sex (SMUT+ lots of Angst)

(After you yell at Harry, you go to apologize but find him crying on the bathroom floor. After forgiveness is shared, you make love to him in the middle of the bathroom on the cold floor to show just how sorry you are.)

Innocent Shaving to Intimate Sex (SMUT)

(You ask Harry to shave your vagina, resulting in you both getting turned on and he eats you out and then fucks you in the shower)

Daughter Hears You Having Sex (SMUT)

(On the way to the zoo, your daughter questions the noises she heard the prior night coming from your bedroom and you and Harry have a flashback to the events that took place)

Paparazzi Catches You Thigh Riding Harry On A Yacht

(On a family vacation in Italy, you ride Harry's thigh out on the upper deck on the yacht while your kids are napping and later find out paparazzi has caught you by taking photos and videos from the town above)

You Quietly Get Pleasured by Harry at His Mum's House (SMUT)

(At Harry's mum's house, right as you thought Harry was falling asleep, he asks to pleasure you and you consent, allowing him to stick his hand in your panties and make you have an orgasm.)

Mummy Gets Interrupted While Giving Daddy a Blowjob (SMUT)

(You were just about to make Harry come in your mouth, when your five year old comes into your bedroom and interrupts you. But eventually you finish Harry off and go down stairs to tend to your awaken children.)

Morning Kitchen Sex Turns Into Baby Making (SMUT)

(In the middle of having sex in your kitchen while your kids are still asleep, you tell Harry to put another baby inside you.

Quickie Before Bed (SMUT)

(After putting your kids to bed, Harry convenes you to have sex with him but you make it known it must be a quickie because you're tired and have to wake up early the next morning. Then after sex, Harry realizes he forgot one key thing that could entail major consequences in your futures.)

You Fake an Orgasm & Harry Gets Upset (SMUT)

(You fake an orgasm due to being tired and not in the mood anymore and when Harry realizes, he gets all upset and in the end, he forgives you.)

Christmas Intimacy at Anne's House (SMUT)

(After being sex deprived for days as you stay at Harry's mum's house for Christmas, you finally have sex late one night under the warm covers in the guest room you're staying in.)

Helping Each Other Orgasm in the Shower (SMUT)

(Harry sneaks into your morning shower and after some naked hugs and kissing, decides to please you, which leads to you pleasuring him as well.)

Midnight Lovin' (SMUT)

(Harry rolls on top of you in the middle of the night and whilst keeping both your eyes closed, you end up having very slow, half asleep sex.)

You’re Unable to Come During Oral Sex & Harry Comforts You (SMUT)

(You’re on antidepressants and due to its side effects, you’re unable to feel the stimulation of Harry’s tongue when he’s going down on you and aren’t able to come.)

Late Night Pool Shenanigans* (collab)

(Harry and YN head out to the pool for a fun time once the kids are down for bed.)

Late Night Pleasures for Mummy (SMUT)

(After breastfeeding your son Jax, you get horny but don’t feel ready for sex just yet so instead, ask Harry to finger you which he gladly does.)

Three A.M. Spooning Sex (SMUT)

(You can’t fall back asleep after having a wet dream and wake your husband Harry up which leads to some spooning sex at three in the morning.)

Intimacy While the Kids Are at School (SMUT)

(You stay in bed while Harry gets your kids ready for school and when he returns home from driving them to school, Harry and you have some very much needed alone time in the bedroom.)

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SICKFICS:

Boyfriend Harry-

You Get Sick in the Middle of the Night (edited)

(The first night you spend with at your boyfriend Harrys’ house, things go horribly wrong when you get sick suddenly.)

Emetophobia Comfort (Harry)

(Unfortunately you suffer from emetophobia (fear of vomit and or vomiting your self) but with Harry by your side, you manage to get through it.)

You Get Sick in Public and Embarrass Yourself

(Rides at an amusement park don't go to well with food from food stands)

You Have Severe Period Cramps & Harry Comforts You

(You wake up with very painful period cramps & Harry helps the best as he can)

Harry Gets Food Poisoning While at Your House

(Harry gets food poisoning from Chinses take-out during a at-home date and you comfort him & take care of him)

Husband Harry-

You Have a Stomach Virus & Harry Takes Care of You

(You wake up to a pour tummy and Harry takes very good care of you)

You get Drunk at the BRITs & Harry Takes Care of You

(One drink turned into many drinks and the next thing you know you're wasted)

Harry’s Massive Shower Migraine

(Harry takes a shower with a massive migraine and it gets so bad that he ends up on the floor of the shower, sobbing. You come in shortly after and once you see the state he’s in, help bathe your husband before putting him to bed.)

A Series of Unfortunate Events in Italy (pt. 3)

(Harry lets his anxiety get to be too much, from the negative comments on his acting abilities to the drama his cast members had, that he ends up getting sick in the middle of the night and you comfort him.)

Dad Harry-

Your Daughter Gets Sick in Harry’s Car (edited)

(When a child gets a tummy ache, there is little to no warning before vomit gets everywhere)

Harry Takes Care of His Sick Daughter in the Middle of the Night (edited)

(There is nothing worse than being little and getting a tummy ache in the middle of the night. Well that happened to your daughter and Harry takes good care of her.)

Mummy Gets Car Sick (edited)

(On a road trip with your family, you get hit with car sickness & Harry comforts you)

Baby Spits Up During Nightly Feedings

(Once your baby finishes feeding from your boob while you sleep under her, Harry takes the baby from your breast & attempts to burp her, only for her to spit up down his back and on his pillow)

You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

(When you drink too much at the Grammy's, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.)

You Experience Morning Sickness

(You wake up twice with a sick tummy and after some thought, you come to the conclusion that you're probably pregnant and having morning sickness.)

Friend/Acquaintance Harry-

Harry Takes Care of You at a Party

(From the kindness of his heart, Harry takes care of you while you're being sick at some party)

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Fluff (occasionally minor smut):

Boyfriend Harry-

You Come Out as Bisexual to Harry

(You get the courage to finally tell your boyfriend Harry that you're bisexual and it ends in both of you shedding tears.)

Your ASMR Secret

(You confess why you can't sleep over with your boyfriend Harry and he helps you out with your situation.)

Husband Harry-

Bisexual Harry (MILD SMUT w/ MOSTLY FLUFF)

(A bisexual Harry is in a relationship with you and it explains how you help him with his confidence and support him no matter what)

Taking Care of a Drunk Harry

(Harry comes home drunk from a night at the pub with some of his mates and you help take care of him.)

The Black Coat of Coachella

(After Harry’s Coachella performance, you get sleepy and cold and in the back of the car on the way to your airbnb, Harry lets you use his black, fluffy coat to cover up with as you sleep on his shoulder. Then he carries you inside once you arrive to the airbnb and gets you ready for bed.)

It’s Okay To Cry, Harry

(Harry suppresses his emotions after the Zane Lowe interview but finally breaks down in your arms after you keep questioning what’s wrong with him.)

Dad Harry-

Harrys Daughter Gets Her First Period

(Single dad Harry helps his daughter when she gets her first period)

Day in the Life of a Single Dad with a 2 Yr Old

(Harry's daughter is going through her terrible twos and Harry has a day of struggling but ends up comforting his toddler when she genuinely gets upset that night)

A Day of Breastfeeding

(Through-out your day of breastfeeding your daughter, to Harry finding you breastfeeding in the bathtub, to rubbing cream on your sore nipples before bed)

Your Daughter Gets Scared of a Thunderstorm

(When a loud streak of lightning booms through the house, Harry has to get up and comfort your 3 year old daughter, and brings her to your room where she falls asleep on her daddies chest.)

Your Son Get's Upset When People Make Fun of His Daddy (blurb that goes with this)

(Your son comes home from school upset because his peers called his daddy gay, but he doesn't understand because he knows his daddy loves his mummy and gay to him would mean that his daddy wouldn't love his mummy because she's a girl but he does.)

Your Daughter Comes Out as Gay to You & Harry

(Your daughter Lex comes to yours and Harry's room as you're getting ready for bed and comes out as gay to you both.)

A Happy Mothers Day Surprise

(After years of trying to have a baby with no luck, you finally find out you're gonna be a mother on Mothers Day.)

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stepdad!harry:

(idk what category this goes under so it's just gonna stay here)

Love is Love

Then his hands were on your waist, lifting you effortlessly, and suddenly your back hit the couch cushions with a soft thump. He hovered over you, pupils wide, and for a second, you just stared at each other. The contract, the rules, the careful boundaries...all of it evaporated. His thumb brushed your lower lip, slow, deliberate, before he kissed you again, deeper this time. You moaned into his mouth, and he responded with one of his own, like it was something he'd been waiting for.

Harry's fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants with an ease that made your breath catch. The first brush of his fingertips against your clit sent a sharp shockwave through your body. You arched off the couch, a gasp tearing from your throat, and his grip tightened, holding you steady as his thumb circled once, twice, deliberately slow. "mm," He murmured against your ear, his voice rough.

"You're already..." He didn't finish the thought, just exhaled a laugh that was more like a groan, his breath hot on your neck.

Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as he worked you open with a patience that felt like torture. Every stroke was calculated, like he was mapping out exactly how to unravel you. And it was working, your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the friction, but he pulled back just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.

"Harry." You choked out, half plea, half angst.

"Let go." Harry murmured against your ear, his commanding voice caused your stomach to coil.

His fingers never stopped moving, relentless in their rhythm, and you could feel the pressure building like a storm inside you. His eyes stayed locked on your face. Watching and studying, as if memorizing every scrunch of your face, every flicker of your lashes. "I want to see you." He added, softer now.

You tried to hold on, to anchor yourself to something...his shoulder, the couch, anything. But his thumb circled your clit once more, precise and unyielding, and your vision went out. A broken sound came from your throat as you came, back arching off the cushions, fingers clawing at his shirt. He didn't look away, not once. His gaze was dark, hungry, admiring the way your body shuddered beneath him, the way your lips parted with silent gasps.

His fingers stopped inside you as he pulled back. For a moment, you thought he was stopping, until his lips brushed your arm, then your shoulder, tracing a slow path up your arm. By the time his mouth found yours again, you were trembling, your pulse hammering.

When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. His eyes were dark, heavy lidded, they searched yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. "Tell me," He murmured, thumb pushing against your swollen lower lip. "Do you want this?" The question was soft, but also dominant.

"Yes." You gasped, your hands already fumbling for his belt buckle. The leather slid free and Harry exhaled sharply through his nose, watching your fingers tremble against the button of his slacks.

Harry adjusted for you, sitting upright on the couch, allowing you to kneel before him.

The zipper resisted for half a second before gliding down, you didn't hesitate. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and dragged both layers down just enough to free him, his cock springing against your wrist, already slick at the tip. Harry's breath hitched when you wrapped your hand around him, thumb swiping over the head, smearing the precum down his length.

His hips lightly jerked involuntarily when your lips wrapped around him, the groan that tore from his throat raw and unfiltered. You didn't tease him, you just took him deep, your tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock as you pulled back, then swallowed him again.

His fingers tangled in your hair, not guiding, not forcing, just holding, like he needed the anchor.

"Fuck." He rasped, the word cracking halfway through. His thighs tensed under your palms, but he didn't thrust up, didn't take control, just let you set the pace, even as his grip tightened with every bob of your head.

You could taste him, salt and heat and the slight bitterness of precum, and the sound he made when you hollowed your cheeks was almost pained. His free hand dropped to the couch arm, fingers digging into the leather, his knuckles whitening.

"Look at you," He muttered, voice rough. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, smearing spit where it dripped from your lips, and the way his gaze burned into you was almost too much. You could feel him fighting to keep still, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he resisted the urge to fuck your mouth. "Such a good girl."

His words encouraged you to keep going, your mouth moving steadily down his length, lips tight around him as you pulled back only to take him deeper again.

Then his grip tightened suddenly, fingers twisting in your hair as he muttered, "M'close... fuck, Honey."

His warning was rough, barely coherent, and you didn't pull away. Instead, you pressed closer, lips sealing around him as his cock pulsed hot against your tongue. The first thick burst hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed instinctively, but there was too much, spilling past your lips, dripping down your chin as you struggled to take it all. His groan was guttural, and when you finally pulled off with a wet pop, strands of cum still connected you to him, glistening in the light.

Harry watched you, head cocked to the side, his gaze lingering on the mess you'd made of yourselt, chin glistening, lips swollen. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, predatory and pleased. "Look at you.." He repeated, dragging his thumb through the cum on your chin before pressing it against your tongue. "Took me so well." His voice was low, roughened by satisfaction, but there was a sharp edge beneath it, the kind that made your stomach clench.

Harry's thumb lingered at the corner of your mouth, smearing the remnants of his release as he studied your face with a gaze that was both satisfied and calculating. "You mentioned something earlier," He murmured, voice still rough around the edges. "About other partners not being able to keep up with you." His fingers tightened slightly on your chin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of the grip. "I understand now."

You chuckled, wiping the rest of you chin with the back your hand. "But we're not done yet...are we?" Something had come over you, it felt primal, a level of confidence you hadn't expirience with a sexual partner before.

Harry laughed and sat up a bit, "Not if you don't want to be." Without anymore words, he put out his hand to help you up. "Come, we'll go somewhere more comfortable.'

His fingers laced with yours, warm and firm, as he led you upstairs, then down the dimly lit hallway.

The room door creaked open, a sound that should've been ominous but instead felt exciting.

The room was minimal, basic colors with basic decor. You wondered if this even his own room, or a guest room.

"We'll take it slow." Harry said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "No rules tonight except the ones we make up as we go." The bed was massive, bigger than you had ever seen.

You reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling only slightly as he stood between your knees. He let you work, watching through hooded eyes as each button gave way to reveal his tattoos and broad chest.

"Your turn." He seductively said, voice low, and his hands found the hem of your top. The fabric came over your head, leaving you bare except for your bra, and his exhale was grand.

You snapped open the back clasp of your bra, the straps sliding down your shoulders before dropping to the ground. You barely had time to register the cool air against your skin before Harry's hand closed over your breast, his palm rough against the softness, thumb brushing your nipple in a way that made your breath hitch.

Then, his mouth slammed on yours again, hungry and insistent, swallowing the gasp that escaped you as he pushed you back onto the bed

His other hand worked at the button of your pants impatiently, fingers slipping beneath the waistband to tug them down your hips along with your underwear. You kicked them off, the fabric tangling around your ankles before finally falling away, leaving you bare beneath him. Harry barely broke the kiss before he sat up to discard his own pants.

Harry pulled back just far enough to reach for the nightstand drawer, his fingers fumbling slightlylike he had forgot something. You watched, your pulse hammering, as he retrieved a condom from the drawer.

The foil tore between his teeth, and he rolled the condom down his length with practiced efficiency. You didn't miss the way his breath caught when his fingers brushed over the already slick head. His gaze flicked back to you, dark and searching, as if checking one last time. No words were needed.

His hips pressed forward with deliberate slowness, the thick head of his cock entering you with an almost unbearable stretch. You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he paused, letting your body clench around him.

"Breathe." Harry whispered against your temple, his own breath ragged as he held himself perfectly still. His hands cradled your hips with surprising tenderness, thumbs brushing slow circles against your skin while your legs quivered.

Too much and not enough... your back arched, desperate for relief or some completion, you weren't sure which. Harry exhaled a shaky laugh, his forehead dropping to yours. "I know." He gritted out, as if he was reading your thoughts. His next thrust was intentional, wanting to give you what you needed. Your legs locked around his waist instinctively, heels pressing into the small of his back to drag him closer still.

The sound tore from your throat before you could stop it. It was a low, shuddering moan that filled the room as Harry's hips rolled against yours in a slow rhythm. His grip on your thighs tightened, fingers pressing into your skin rough, but not painful, and his lips curled into a smirk against your collarbone. "That's it." He whispered, his breath hot against your damp skin. "Let me hear you." His voice was rough with approval, but with the praise there was a bit of command.

His rhythm stuttered first, his jaw clenching as his thrusts lost their precision. You felt it before he said it, the way his fingers dug into your hips like he was trying to anchor himself. "Fuck, Honey I'm-" His voice cracked.

You knew you were both too turned on to draw out the moment (and that this was definitely not the last time you'd be seeing each other.)

You watched, mesmerized, as his eyelids fluttered shut, his lips parting around a silent gasp. The sight alone was enough to send another pulse of heat through you, your own climax just out of reach. But then his eyes opened, dark and insistent, and his thumb found your clit in one ruthless circle. "Come for me, Honey" he demanded, voice wrecked.

The moment Harry's thumb pressed against your clit, your back arched off the bed. His name let out from your throat, half scream, half sob, as your vision faded out, your body clamping down around him with violent pulses. You barely registered the curses that ripped from his lips, the way his hips stuttered before slamming into you one last time, deep enough to bruise.

His release hit like a second aftershock, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks as he groaned into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping skin.

For a second, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound your ragged breathing mingling with his.

Then Harry shifted, his softening cock sliding out of you with a slick noise. He rolled off with a grunt, reaching down to tie off the condom betore tossing it toward the wastebasket with lazy precision.

Harry's fingers fell to your hair and paused mid strand, his hand hovering just above your scalp like he'd been caught stealing. You turned your head slightly to catch his expression...the tightness in his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. His arm, draped over your pillow, flexed subtly, as if resisting the urge to pull you closer.

"You good?" he asked, voice rougher than usual.

The question was casual, his fingers twitched against the sheet, trying not to betray his restraint.

You watched his chest rise and fall with controlled breaths, the tattoos across his body shitting with the motion. The silence stretched just long enough to be uncomfortable before you nodded, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. His exhale was barely audible but shakey, he was nervous again.

With a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, he broke the silence. "I'll get that contract written up ASAP."

|Treyl

42 years old

Not looking to get close, or really even know your name, this is a business to me, just an exchange. Message me if interested, don't keep me on read. Millionaire.

He was younger than any of the other men on the site, but seemed entirely too full of himself from his bio. And the suits he wore in his profile picture were way too tight.

|Harry|

34 years old

Looking for quiet moments with someone. Big fan of music, art, and swimming. No rush, just good conversations and understanding each other's boundaries.

Harry was definitely cute, and his bio seemed interesting and not too egotistical. So, you messaged him.

'Hi, your bio feels very refreshing on this site...''m a fashion student in NYC and figured I'd just say hello instead of overthinking it.’

And now here you are. Standing in front of his apartment, knocking on his door.

Harry quickly made arrangements to meet up after asking for your instagram. "Like you said, it's quite refreshing to see someone like you on this site", He told you over the phone. Although this arrangement was purely financially incentivised, you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach.

You had been invited under the guise of talking, figuring out your "arrangement". Harry seemed very open about himself (as open as you can be on a sugar daddy website), you knew where he was born, that he had one sister, he was the CEO of his company...he was open about his personal life with you. But he wasn't explicit about what he wanted in return.

You rang his doorbell, hands trembling, then falling down to clutch on to the best outfit you could find for the occasion.

"Hello," a handsome, grinning man answered the door. Harry. He had a beautiful smile, dimples dented on both sides of his face. "You're, Y/N?"

You stood there staring at him, your throat suddenly closing up. "Uhm-y-yeah. Yes, Y/N." He smirked and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

"Why don't you come in, we can sit and talk." He stepped aside, and you accepted his offer. The inside was beautiful, antique furniture and paintings dawning on the entire penthouse.

"I thought we could continue our... negotiations...to continue to get to know each other. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Wine?"

"Water is fine."

Harry nodded, already moving toward the kitchen. "Help yourself to the couch. I'll be right back."

You did as instructed, sitting on the edge of the cushion, like you were afraid of getting too comfortable. Your eyes wandered despite yourselt, taking in the room around you. Tall windows let in the late afternoon light. There were records neatly categorized, framed photographs you didn't get close enough to see, books lining the shelves that looked actually read, not just curated for decoration.

Harry returned a moment later, handing you a cold glass of water. Your fingers brushed when you took it, sending a jolt through your body.

"Thank you," You said quickly, wrapping your shaking hand around the glass.

"Of course." He sat across from you, not too close. "I'm glad you came."

You nodded, taking a sip just to give yourself something to do. "Me too. I think."

He smiled at that. "That's fair." There was a brief pause, you were both aware of the context in which you agreed to meet.

"So," You said, forcing your voice to stay steady. "You already know I'm a fashion student, Junior year. Uhm, I work part-time, mostly retail and freelance stuff when I can get it." You hesitated, then added, "I'm not really sure how much you want to know...if it even matters...l've never really done something like this...”

"I want to know whatever you're comfortable sharing," He replied easily, the gentle smile still on his face. "No more, no less."

That answer relaxed you, so you kept talking. About school, how demanding it was, how competitive. About New York, how it still felt too loud sometimes, even after years of living there.

You admitted you missed swimming, that you used to go all the time growing up but hadn't found the time or money for it lately.

"That's a shame," Harry said. "There's a great place upstate, I go often, we should go sometime."

You smiled. "I'd like that."

He told you more about himself too. His company, though he kept it broad, not drowning you in specifics. That he traveled often, that he liked routine when he could manage it. He spoke about music in great detail, about certain albums he loved. It surprised you how easy it was to listen to him, how little effort it took to stay engaged.

At some point, you realized you weren't checking the time anymore.

Still, the question loomed. It sat heavy in your chest, growing more insistent the longer you talked around it. Eventually, you set your glass down and drew in a slow breath.

"Can I ask you something?" you said.

Harry leaned back slightly, giving you his full attention. "Of course."

You hesitated, choosing your words carefully.

"Uhm, what exactly are you looking for?" You swallowed. "In...this. With me."

He didn't answer right away.

Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, intensely, in a way that made your skin prickle.

Not assessing, not hungry. Thoughtful. Careful.

"I'm not very good with rigid definitions." He said finally. "I know what I don't want. I don't want anything rushed. I don't want pressure, or expectations that go beyond what we agree on."

You frowned slightly. "That's...kind of vague."

He smiled, acknowledging the point. "I know, I'm sorry."

"So...are you. would-would you be looking for more than just...?" You stuttered, more gently alluding to what you knew all sugar daddies were looking for.

He lightly chuckled at your inability to speak at that moment. "I'm not opposed to connection," He said. "I just prefer clarity. Mutual understanding. I think...things work better when everyone knows where they stand."

That didn't answer the question, not really. And he seemed to know it.

"What about you?" He asked, turning it back on you. "What are you looking for?"

You hesitated, then answered honestly. "Help...but someone who's clear and respectful."

Something in his expression softened at that. He knew what you were referring to

"That's reasonable," He said quietly. "More than reasonable."

He shifted in his seat, leaning more towards you, his eyes focusing on yours, but still remaining soft.

"I think," Harry continued after a moment, "the best way to approach this is to talk specifics. What you want, what you're comfortable with. What I want, what I can offer. And then, if it aligns, we put it in writing."

You blinked. "A contract?"

"Yes." He said simply. "Clear terms. No guessing. No blurred lines. We can also revise it at any time."

You weren't sure what you'd expected, but it wasn't that. The formality of it grounded you, steadied the nerves in your stomach.

"And if it doesn't align?" You asked.

"Then we part amicably," He replied. "No hard feelings."

You nodded slowly. That felt...safe. Or at least safer than anything else you'd imagined when you first clicked onto a sugar daddy website in the middle of the night.

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at you. "We don't have to decide everything today," He said. "But I'd like to start the conversation. Let's talk about what we want..."

You paused, did he mean in general or sexually? Harry seemed to catch the question forming on your face before you even asked it. He leaned back again, giving you space, like he didn't want you to feel cornered in the moment.

"In general," He clarified. "We can get into specifics when, or if, you're ready. There's no rush."

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. "Okay. What do you think our f-uh-financial agreement would look like?" Your mouth suddenly got dry and you stared at the ground, unable to look him in the eyes. "Sorry, I don't mean to come off-like I'm-like.." You couldn't think of any more words.

Harry chuckled, then started to speak. "That's why we're here...isn't it? I'd be a complete hypocrite to judge you at all. Let's talk about finances."

You exhaled and relaxed your shoulders, something about the way Harry talked, the way he smiled, made you trust the words he was saying.

"I was thinking, a baseline in the form of a weekly allowance, something around $5,000 a week." Harry started to explain. Your breath hitched, way more than had anticipated (and way more than you were currently making). "And then anything beyond that can be negotiated based on the rest of our contract. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, yes. That's totally alright." You stammered out. "What does the rest of our contract look like...to you?" Your eyes were now steady on his, awaiting his next answer.

"Well the specifics are completely up to you, but with previous relationships like this, l've had a very adaptable schedule. Whenever you want, you could come over, whether it be here or my office." He continued, his tone staying even. "Sometimes just to talk. Sometimes to spend the night. Sometimes...more."

You nodded. Your eyes staying on his, but your hands fidgeting with each other. "I don't expect anything from you. That is to say, I don't want to pressure you into anything. If there is a physical aspect," He said, choosing his words with care,

"I'd want it to feel mutual. Comfortable. Not something you feel obligated to provide because of the allowance."

"I'd be comfortable with that." You replied. "I'd like to outline what that might look like, what we're both comfortable with, if that's okay with you."

"That sounds perfect." Harry stood up and walked around the corner of the living room. You craned your head and furrowed your eyebrows, confused on what he was doing.

He came back with some pieces of paper and a pen. "This won't be our final contract, of course, but it can give a good idea of where we both stand before typing it out."

He sat back down, this time a little closer to you. "So, let's talk sex." You chuckled at his successful attempt to lighten the somewhat tense mood. "What are you into?"

"I am very open, I haven't...I'm not that experienced, when it comes to very kinky things... but I definitely want to expand my horizons." You cringed a bit at the wording you just used, but you wanted to be honest.

"You're not-You've had.." You watched Harry become flustered for the first time. "I don't mean to pry, but... You have had sex before...Right?"

It was your time to chuckle at his stammering.

"Yes, I have. Just not with anyone who was willing to match what I wanted."

Harry gained his composure, visibly turned on by your words. Harry's mouth curved into something softer, slower. "That's good to know, He said, voice a touch lower. "Matching matters."

He uncapped the pen and glanced down at the paper. "Let's keep it simple. We can always revise." He drew a line down the page, splitting it neatly in two. At the top of one column, He wrote

'Comfortable': On the other, 'Maybe / With Time'

"This isn't a test." He added, sensing your hesitation. "There are no wrong answers." You nodded, watching the pen move, the scrape of ink against paper suddenly loud in the quiet room.

"Affection." He said first, looking up at you. "Outside of sex…holding hands, touching, sleeping in the same bed."

You exhaled. "I like that. All of it."

He wrote it down in the first column without comment.

"Kissing?" he asked.

"Yes." You said immediately, then smiled. "Very much yes."

He smiled, another mark in the first column.

"Privacy," He said. "Discretion is nonnegotiable for me. No photos. No sharing details with friends."

"I'm okay with that." You replied. "I'd want the same." He nodded and underlined it once.

When it was your turn to ask, your voice was steadier than you expected. "What about exclusivity?" Harry stilled, pen hovering just above the page. He didn't look at you right away.

"Sexually?" He asked.

You nodded.

"Yes." He said after a moment. "I prefer that. To avoid us catching anything." Something in his answer felt careful, not possessive. You watched him write it down, neat and deliberate.

"And..emotionally?" you asked, quieter now.

He glanced up at you then, something unreadable flickering across his expression again.

"I don't really date around that way, so it's up to you if you want to seek something like that, outside of this."

You nodded, eyes staying on his. "I just want to be open about things like that...knowing where we both stand."

He smiled at that, appreciative. "Then let's put that in writing." Harry set the pen down and slid the paper slightly closer to you. "Is there anything you want to add? Anything you don't see here?"

You scanned the list, then looked up at him. "Just one thing."

"Yes?"

"I want the ability to say stop. At any point. Without it being awkward"

His answer was immediate. "Always." He wrote it in larger letters than the rest.

"This," He said quietly, tapping the page, "is a good start." He gathered the papers, stacking them neatly. "I'll have this typed up, more formally. We'll review it together before anything begins."

The room felt different now, like the air itself had shifted. For the first time, despite the extremely foreign circumstances, you felt the most comfortable in a stranger's home. Harry was the first to break the silence.

"Do you want more water?" He asked easily, like you were now friends "Or-" He gestured vaguely toward the kitchen. "I've got wine, if you'd prefer."

The casualness of the offer grounded you.

"Wine sounds good, only a little though, thank you."

He nodded. You watched him move without meaning to, his confident stride across the room, sleeves pushed up slightly, to show off his arms.

While he was gone, you stood. You hadn't realized how tense your body had been until you stretched, rolling your shoulders back, exhaling slowly. You drifted toward the large window overlooking the city. Outside, the light was fading.

The world carried on as if nothing just happened.

You rested your forehead lightly against the cool glass.

Harry returned, wine in hand, eyes flicking to you like he was taking stock.

"If you're trying to decide whether this was a mistake," He said lightly, offering the glass, "you don't look like someone regretting anything."

You looked back at him. "It's strange," You said softly. "I thought I'd feel nervous right now. But I don't." You took a sip, eyes still on him. "You're very...normal about all of this."

He leaned against the back of the couch, folding his arms loosely. "Is that disappointing?"

"No," You said quickly. "It's just refreshing. I expected this to feel more...transactional."

He hummed thoughtfully. "I find things work better when people feel like people.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach flutter, it seemed he had a way with words (and a very attractive voice to say them with).

You moved back toward the couch but didn't sit right away, instead hovering near it, fingers brushing the fabric absently.

"It scares me a little, being so comfortable with a complete stranger" You added.

"That makes sense." He said. "Feeling safe can be disarming. Especially when you weren't expecting to."

You sank onto the couch, finally allowing yourself to get comfortable. Harry sat next to you.

"I want you to know," He said, voice low but steady, "nothing about today obligates you to anything. Not tomorrow. Not next week. If you wake up and decide this isn't for you, that's okay."

"Thank you," You looked down at your glass, swirling around the wine you had left. 'You're very good at this...have you done it a lot before?'

You both chuckled at the compliment. "A couple times, yeah. You become comfortable very quickly."

You studied his face as he talked, he had very beautiful, bright, eyes. The first signs of aging started to dawn on his face, light smile lines forming around his mouth. His brown curls, sometimes fell down his forehead before he would push them away.

"Why do this? Why not a relationship?" You blurted the question out before you could even think about it. "I-I'm sorry..l shouldn't have said that...I-"

"No," He chuckled at your sudden nervousness.

"It's a good question."

He paused for a moment, his demeanor was still light. "It's hard...in this field, in my field. To find someone who is able to...understand it.' His answer was quite vague, you almost didn't understand it. His voice got quieter. "And I just prefer it this way."

You nodded your head, choosing not to pry anymore. You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine lightly again. The conversation had shifted from contract and rules to something personal. Harry's gaze lingered on you, not impatient, not expectant, just...there.

When your eyes met his again, he was now studying your face, particularly your lips. His head lightly tilted, your eyes darted between his eyes and mouth.

"I don't want you to feel pressured...especially not before our contract-"

You let your body fully lean in, your lips melding together.

"We don't have to wait.." You murmured against his lips, a little breathless. "If that's okay."

His eyes stared into yours again, he cleared his throat. Was he nervous again? "You say the word and we'll stop, or readjust, whatever you want...just say the word."

You nodded and the two of you didn't waste any more time, mouths joining each other again.

Read Part Two Here!

That had been something she had done at the very beginning of her dating journey, and she had vowed after the third situationship with a man she had only seen potential and not results with that she would never, ever do that again. A lesson learned too many times.

People liked to say ‘if you know, you know’, and she hadn’t been so certain about that in the past. There were lots of instances of people who had given someone a chance when they were unsure and after a few dates it had worked, and for that she was ecstatic for them, but in her case it had only ever ended up with wasted time. 

Lots of people had initially been up for the ‘challenge’ when Y/N had tried to state her standards, and at the beginning it worked out slightly, sometimes showing some promise, but she could always see the cracks in the foundation she barely laid down. The cement hadn’t even cured yet when she watched their jaw twitch or heard the sighs of exasperation, and it was then that she would keep an eye on it but knowing that it likely wouldn’t work. 

There were three chances. She liked to think she was a very understanding person and that had been part of the problem when she had first started to implement going for exactly what she wanted instead of conceding to what was ‘available’, but with each person it got easier. Depending on the offense, the person didn’t get the third chance. 

Two cancelled dates in a row? Bye bye. 

Going three days without any texts or calls? Adios. 

They said something that very obviously didn’t align with her morals and values? See ya fucking later. 

So yes, it had been easy to become cynical after a while. 

That was also why four months into being official with Harry that she knew she was going to marry him. 

It was a feeling, really, a knowing that settled into her chest and stayed warm and glowy. The idea of being with him forever didn’t panic her like it had in the past with other people, there had been no major fuck ups besides a few cancelled dates because of work which he had rectified nearly immediately by a lot of soft words and heartfelt apologies he had stepped out of said meetings to give, sending her food and calling her on his way home, asking if he could see her to give her a kiss goodnight. 

Not to fuck and leave, but a literal kiss goodnight before being prepared to drive all the way back to his home. 

Did she end up inviting him in anyways? It depended on her mood. Usually, yes.

For a man so busy with multiple companies and a charity he was actually involved in, he always made time for her. He made sure she knew ahead of time what his schedule was and if he was going to be out of touch for a while, and that was something she appreciated more than he could ever know. 

Her avoidant tendencies had shifted into something far more settled, but she still had the remnants of that nasty anxiety that lingered. Somehow he could just tell, and made it a point to soothe it whenever he could. 

“I’m so sorry, my treasure.” He looked genuinely remorseful when she picked up the phone to see him on her screen, sleepy and sad. Harry was on a trip in Italy and he’d told her that he would call her at ten in the evening, but once it got to midnight, she was more than upset when her phone had remained silent. Angry, even. 

It wasn’t fair to be. Y/N knew he was out making big moves for his career and business was sometimes unreliable when it came to timing, but the anxiety had clawed at her quickly. Again, her old demons that she hadn’t quite slaughtered to completion putting unfair assumptions in her head that maybe he had met someone there more interesting, that he was dreading calling her, or even worse, something had happened to him. 

Crying over it had seemed excessive, especially at her age, but Harry had quickly become so, so important to her that she wasn’t quite sure she knew how to deal with it. She could see long term with him, she wanted to be with him more than anything, and her brain was still having a hard time processing that he hadn’t shown any sign of being anything like the mistakes she had dated before that had fed these monsters in her head. 

So waking up to his ring tone at 1:32 in the early morning had been a bit jarring, to say the least. 

“The meeting ran over and my phone had died. I promise you, I ran to my hotel the fastest I could.” To his credit, he looked disheveled, like he had been running his hand through his normally styled hair and he had some puffiness under his eyes from lack of sleep . Y/N was aware of the fact that sometimes the things he worked on were very involved, and rationally she knew it wasn’t a big deal… but it had triggered an old wound. 

It had happened to her an embarrassing number of times before, waiting for a phone call only to say they ‘fell asleep’ or they had straight up forgotten. The feeling of humiliation had been drudged back up like someone stepping in a clear stream and kicking the mud and gunk to make her feel cloudy as she had texted him for the third time unanswered, the feeling of a girl who used to give too many chances rising back. 

This was different, though. This wasn’t some party boy or hinge match that had strung her along. This was her boyfriend, one who had given her no reason to truly doubt him. 

“And no one else had a charger?” Her irritation showed through her sleepy voice, eyes narrowing at the screen. It felt ridiculous to say and embarrassment hit her gut when she did, but he shook his head in response, not getting prickly about her tone. 

“No, my darling, and that was very irritating. I am going to buy a portable one to keep in my briefcase, alright? I won’t let this happen again.” He paused, frowning as he watched her flip on her lamp on her nightstand, letting him see the tear tracks racing down her cheeks. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I don’t like it when you cry. I can see that you did.” It looked like it pained him, no note of condescending lacing his tone. “Breaks my heart. I hate that I made you so upset.”

“It’s okay.” She sniffled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to get snappy. I should have known it was something like that, but it made my imagination run a bit wild. It’s stupid.”

“It isn’t.” The strength of his response surprised her. “Nothing about the way you feel is stupid. It was a broken promise, and that’s my own fault. You didn’t do a thing wrong. It’s alright to be frustrated with me for that.” His lips turned into a sad smile, shifting his position on the bed. 

“Well… Thank you for that.” It felt strange to have a man validate her reaction like that, even if she did know it wasn’t fully warranted. “I was just anxious, I think.” 

“Why don’t you tell me why, hm? I want t’know what goes on in that pretty head of yours. I’ll make sure to keep mental notes so it doesn’t happen again.”

–

The way Harry handled her with such care was a whole new experience and in every single way. He’d made sure to make good on all of his promises so far, and while she knew it could change at any moment, she’d decided to let go of some of those fears to fully take him in. This was the man she wanted to be with and working through those things in order to trust him was important. 

Besides that, she had never felt more adored in her life. 

“You alright?” He murmured into her skin, kissing on her cheeks as she finished washing the final dish. Harry had cooked dinner so she had insisted on cleaning up, much to his protest. He’d lingered around while she did, offering a hand and chuckling when she whipped the kitchen towel at him, leaving only momentarily to take a quick call before returning right at the tail end of her cleaning spree and attaching himself to her. 

“Yeah, I’m great.” The honest answer was that she was flustered from his lips pressing kisses all over her face (at least where he could reach from the position) and down her jaw. It was like he didn’t want to leave any area untouched, tiny pecks and a soft humming from his throat along to the Nina Simone album he’d put on making her skin heat up. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” The hand on her stomach fiddled with the hem of her top, letting his pinky graze the bare skin from where it had ridden up. “I adore you. I hope you know.” 

The gentle reminder of his feelings made her beam, surely letting him feel her smile against his lips as he gave another kiss to the heated skin. He hadn’t been shy about letting her know that he felt something strongly towards her, even if it was only a few months in. 

For a man so refined, poised and controlled in every other context, when it came to letting her know how he felt, the longer they were together, the more free and messy he was in comparison. 

Y/N fucking loved it. 

“What a coincidence. I happen to adore you quite a lot, too.” She retorted, shutting the water off and wiping her hands on the clean towel hanging over the faucet before placing them on top of his. “I didn’t expect to like you this much, this quickly. Or for you to like me back equally.” Those small moments of vulnerability she sprinkled in to their conversations were sometimes intimidating to give, but the more open she was with him the more she got to know his thoughts. 

Harry was more than giving when it came to communication and giving her the validation she needed. Sometimes it felt too good to be true, but everything about it seemed so earnest it was hard to actually doubt him. “How could I not?” He sounded affronted by the idea of it, shaking his head before nosing into the crook of her neck. “You, my darling, are the most wonderful, intelligent, alluring woman I’ve ever met. I can’t describe to you how lucky I felt when you agreed to start seeing me regularly.”

Y/N snorted, running her fingers over his wrists and up to his forearms before cuffing over them. “I thought you weren’t really attracted to me at first because you didn’t try to fuck me.” 

His body stilled behind her. An interesting reaction for someone so smooth, she waited for him to move. It didn’t take long, craning his head towards her, the wrinkle in his brow showed confusion and a bit of offense before he slowly shook his head. She wanted to smooth it away, make his face relax. “That is the exact opposite of what was happening. I was doing everything in my power to show you I was serious, yes, because you deserved the respect of being treated like a lady… but please, never mistake my attraction for you. It has always been… borderline distracting. Even now, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Deciding to press his cheek against hers, he let out a sad sigh. “I never wanted you to think that. I’m sorry if you’ve ever felt undesired, my treasure. That’s never been the case. I just wanted to do it right.” The 5 o’clock shadow that had become more of an 8 o’clock one tickled her soft cheek as he spoke. 

“No, I know you did. I figured that out after the third date when you kissed me.” Her face felt hot when she recalled how carried away the kiss had gotten, her back cold against the passenger side of his car when he’d dropped her off and given her the first proper smooch. The electricity was there immediately and had lit her up, making her cling to the lapels of his jacket and his own hand sliding down her back, dangerously close to her ass. 

The memory of the groan he had let out was still something that made her knees weak. The way he’d tasted of wine and the mint he had on hand in his cupholder, too. 

“Mmm. Best first kiss of my life. I’d like it to be my last.” Thumbing over her stomach, he pressed her forward and into the sink with a sigh, moving to nose over her cheek as his mouth drifted toward her ear. “You’ve no idea how badly I wanted to say ‘fuck it’, right then and there. Hike that beautiful dress up to your hips and take you right there, because I knew immediately that you were mine and I wanted to take you. Be greedy. But I couldn’t.” Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he let himself press against her ass. 

Just the memory of the kiss had done something to him, too. 

“Really?” She breathed, swallowing the thickness in her throat. “I-I didn’t know. It was the first glimpse I saw of when you get…” 

“When I get what, sweetheart?” He questioned, letting his hand drift up, fingers running right over her breasts. A tease. Harry loved to fucking tease and it always made her squirm. He got off on making her impatient, hearing her whine, only to give in and give her the things she had only thought possible in her books and dirty dreams. It hadn’t helped her learn any patience, but thankfully he had enough for the both of them. “Hm?”

“When you get… feral. I don’t know. You’re always so proper but when you- when you grabbed the back of my neck to keep me where you wanted me, I got so wet.” Her breathy admission made him hum happily, finally allowing his hand to cup her and squeeze. Just a little bit- just another tease as his thumb grazed her nipple over the material of her top.

“Yeah? S’that what you like?” Harry knew damn well that was what she liked. He felt her get wet when he did, he felt her cum when he lost his control, he heard her sounds and how she went lax whenever he took over. “I can’t help myself sometimes. I just adore you so, so much. It takes over a part of me I’ve never seen. You’re the first to bring it out.” 

The lack of control he had over himself when it came to her was one of the things she loved most. It was nearly impossible for him to hide it now. The longer they were together the more he showed her. 

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when she was bent over the kitchen counter with her fuzzy cheetah sleep shorts discarded across the tiled floor and his hands running over her curves as he thrust into her, slow and deep. 

Filling her to the brim, to the point where she let out little gasps as his hips pressed against her bum, he let out low, gravelly murmurs of appreciation.  “Look at how you take it, my treasure.” He murmured, fingertips grazing the dimples in her back. “Like you were made for me. So fucking gorgeous, it’s driving me mad.” 

Regardless of how filthy their sex got, no matter how hard he took her, how dirty his words developed into when he grunted them into her sticky skin, Y/N never felt anything less than worshipped. Seeing a man break his composure he kept around every other human being because he was so obsessed with her was a sensation that she never knew she wanted, but now that she had it? It was a necessity.

He was reverent and sweet, even, as he picked up the pace and nudged her thighs further apart. “I can’t get enough of you. It’s never enough. Just want t’be touching you every moment… I’d live inside you if I could.” 

That sounded especially tempting as his hand slipped to her stomach and down to cup her mound, thumbing over her slippery clit. “Arch for me, sweetheart. Let me see that pretty face.” The opposite hand moved the hair that had fallen in her face, cooing as she did as he requested. “There she is. There’s my girl. Fuck, you’re perfect.” 

It would be embarrassing, how wet she got for him, if Harry didn’t love it. He preened every time he saw just how slicked up she got for him, coating his cock and his sac damn near every time he got inside of her. Her body reacted almost excessively strongly to him, in ways she hadn’t known possible, and he worked to get every possible one. 

The squelch of his cock inside of her, skin against skin and her panting filled the kitchen, fingers clawing uselessly on the marble countertop when she felt his other hand make the trek from her face towards her bum- and she knew what was coming. 

Before Harry, she’d never really considered any sort of anal play to be her thing, but the first time he had gently nudged the tip of his thumb in, she had lit up. It had pleased him to no end, seeing as he knew no one else had touched her there, and he wanted to claim it. 

If only he knew just how much she belonged to him. 

“Yeah? Want me to put something in this precious little hole too?” He spoke sweetly, like he wasn’t about to do one of the filthiest things a person could do. It was the duality of the man that had her head spinning every time they were intimate, but it seemed to get better every damn time. 

“You know I do.” Her reply was breathy as she used her elbows to raise her torso, but he wasn’t having any of that. 

“No, none of that.” He scolded, abandoning her ass for a moment to urge her back down. “You aren’t doing any work. You’re going to lay there and be gorgeous while I take care of everything. S’my job.” 

Y/N had won the karma lottery for dating so many duds, she was pretty sure. Like a gift from the universe for her troubles, giving her a man who not only wanted to take care of her but thrived off of it. Harry loved to be in charge, sure, but it was the act of giving that really got him off- Caring for her in ways no one else possibly could.

“Okay, m’sorry baby.” She swallowed, taking a breath that was promptly stolen when he spit right over her hole. “Oh, fuck.” Her face went lax as she bleated the curse out, not sure if she wanted to move from the touch or back into it. It was so much, but not enough.

“You like it, I know. M’gonna give it to you. I’ve been neglecting this ass, haven’t I baby? That’s not nice.” He shook his head, rubbing over the rim of it. “So pretty and tight… Makes you feel so good, too. One day we’ll get my cock in there. Get you some toys t’open you up… but for now, I just want to make you cum. You’ve had a long day, and I’ve been thinking about my pussy all fucking day.” 

The pleasure was almost indiscribable. Feeling the intrusion of his thumb, his hand on her clit and his cock thrusting into her, she was never more full than this. In moments like this, it was abundantly clear not only who she belonged to, but who belonged to her. The noises out of his mouth, the praises, the worship, all of it in one proved just how much it was reciprocated.

“You’ll never feel undesired again.” He grunted, his thrusts catching a little speed. There was no doubt he could feel her walls clenching around him, sucking on him to try and get him to meet his end, and she could hear it in his voice. “Should have done this over the hood of my car during that third date, just so you knew how much I wanted you. Wanted you to be mine, to crave this cock like I was drooling over this perfect pussy before I had even seen it.” 

He’d hidden it quite well. She’d only had a little inkling that he wanted her after their kiss but he’d held off so gracefully that she had been unsure.

Now, there was no questioning it. She was wanted in ways she hadn’t ever fathomed. 

“I-I wanted you so bad. I love when you’re a gentleman- oh fuck.” She hiccuped when the tip of his cock brushed the spot she needed again, eyes watering at the feeling. “I love it, but I love this too. Wanna feel you wanting me.” 

That was a challenge if he ever heard one, even if she hadn’t meant it to be. 

Y/N felt his want when he focused on that spot that had her knees weak, felt it when he kept his thrusts the same to focus on that spot, and especially felt it when she came the first time and he didn’t stop. Not even a falter in his rhythm, no skipped beat. Just the continuation of pleasure. 

“I want you so much it aches. I sit at work and think about when I get to see you next, how I can get you closer to me, make up excuses to come by just to kiss you. But if you want me to do this more often? Want me to get you face down and gushing around my cock over and over again? I’ll do it. I want you forever.” His voice was slurred a little bit, but he didn’t stop. 

“Adore you so much. You’re everything I fuckin’ dreamed of. Never felt m-more lucky than seeing you on that first date. Knew you’d be mine. Knew I’d have to do anything I could to make you happy. My hands hurt from how… how bad I wanted to run them all over you, but now you’re gonna see.” He breathed, smacking lightly over her clit to get her to whimper for him. “M’gonna show you what’s going on on my head all the time.” 

That was what she wanted. Knowing he was in his office talking about god knows what business stuff he talked about, texting under the table that he couldn’t wait to have her was something she wanted. 

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, y/n standing in front of him.

"Take your shirt and pants off, love, and then come here."

She pulled her shirt over her head and then placed it on the dresser, knowing that Harry didn’t like it when she just threw the clothes on the floor. Then she took off her pants. Harry unshamingly regarded her exposed chest and the rest of her body, that was only covered by a thin pair of panties.

"Good girl," he whispered and y/n felt herself getting wetter every second. She approached him and Harry tapped on his thigh.

"Sit," he spoke and y/n sat on his lap, his right thigh between her legs. He petted the hair out of her face and stroke her cheek.

"You haven’t been very good lately, have you?" he whispered.

"I haven’t."

"I haven’t what?" "I haven’t, sir," she quickly corrected and looked at him with her sweetest expression. Harry lazily ran his finger over her covered cunt and pressed his digit against her clit. Y/n shrieked and grabbed his shoulders. He rolled his eyes in response and grabbed her chin.

"It almost becomes boring, sweetheart. Do you want me to fucking punish you? You’re always so needy for me and want me to make you feel good but you can’t behave."

"M’sorry," she whispered and looked down.

"I know you are. You’re gonna prove it."

He pushed her down on her knees in front of him and grabbed her chin once again.

"You’re gonna be my good girl?"

Y/n quickly nodded. "I will, please let me make you feel good."

"Hands behind your back. M’gonna fuck your mouth. And I don’t want any complains or tears. Y’know your safe word and gesture?"

"Yes, Harry. Red and tapping your thigh three times."

"Good. You’re gonna use it if you need, you promise? Don’t wanna hurt you," he asked with a serious look on his face.

"Yes. I promise."

Harry nodded and then ran his thumb over her buttom lip. He was so hard and needed a release so badly. He opened the zipper of his pants and got his cock out. Y/n bit her lip but didn’t dare reach out to touch him so she just watched him, shivering from excitement.

Harry ran the tip of his cock over her lips and then pushed inside of her mouth. He sighed at the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock and started to thrust in and out. He hit the back of her throat which made her gag and Harry soothingly touched her hair.

"Good girl. Doin‘ very well f’me."

His other hand held her hair and made her keep still so he could fuck her mouth. It didn’t take him long until he felt the warm feeling building up in his stomach. He pulled y/n off his cock and stroke his cock, keeping him on the edge.

"Where am I gonna put my cum, mhm? Think you deserve to swallow it?"

She looked up to him submissively. "It’s up to you, sir."

He chuckled and made his decision.

"Open," he growled and kept going up and down his shaft with his hand while his tip was inside her mouth. He came and y/n felt his cum shooting down her throat. She choked but Harry kept her still with the hand that was inside her hair.

"Fuck. Fuck, baby," he moaned and closed his eyes in pleasure.

When he had released every drop he felt his breath slowing down again and he pulled y/n, who had been licking him to clean him off his cock. Her lips were covered with cum. Harry ran his thumb over her cheeks and then leaned down to kiss her.

"You were very good, love."

"Thank you, sir."

He smiled and then sat up again. "On the bed."

She quickly obeyed and laid down on her back, excitedly waiting for what was going to happen now. She pressed her legs together to get rid of the pulsing heat between her legs that had gotten worse while she had sucked him off. Harry noticed it and chuckled.

"So fucking desperate. Open your legs f’me."

It was uncomfortable but she did as she was told and Harry crawled between her legs and spread her wider with his underarms. He could clearly see the dark patch on her panties and he once again pressed his finger against her clit. Y/n whimpered and tried to close her legs around him, but Harry forced her open again.

"Stay open, m’not gonna say it again."

He played with her clit for some time and then pulled down her panties. As he regarded her bare pussy he licked his lips.

"So fucking pretty."

"Please Harry," y/n whined and shifted on the bed. Harry smirked.

"God, I love when you beg me."

"Please, I need you," she whimpered.

"What do you need, honey? Use this pretty mouth and tell me."

"Need t’feel your mouth," she whispered and Harry stroke her cheek.

"There you go. Not that hard, is it?"

She shook her head and Harry slowly leaned down to kiss her right above her pussy. He kissed his way down until he softly pressed his lips on her clit and then licked from her hole up to her clit. His eyes rolled back at the taste of her and he softly sighed.

"Could stay here forever," he mumbled and greedily licked into her while his finger played with her clit.

"Harry, fuck. So good," she whined. He switched to licking her clit with his tongue in small circles and the girl arched on the bed.

"Harry," she cried out and dug her nails in the sheets.

"I know baby. S’alright I got you," he whispered.

When he saw that she was about to come, as her walls tightened and her panting got heavier he suddenly stopped his movements and raised his head from her pussy. Y/n immediately looked up with a suprised look on her face.

"What are you doing?" she asked with teary eyes.

"Spread your legs," Harry ordered and took a condom from the nightstand.

"Why wouldn’t you let me come?" she asked, her legs pressed together.

Harry looked at her and stroke her cheek.

"Cause I didn’t feel like letting you come."

Y/n pouted and her lower lip slightly trembled.

"Quit the whining, y/n. Maybe I’m gonna let you come later. Now spread your legs."

She did as she was told, still pissed but Harry knew it would stop soon. He stroke his cock a few times and then ran the tip through her folds, stopping at her clit. Y/n whimpered and Harry could sense that she was already so messy and her mind was far away from the edging. He aligned his cock with her entrance and slowly slid in. She was so wet that there were no problems but he still gave her some time to adjust.

Then he started thrusting into her. His hand immediately wandered to her clit, rubbing it in small circles and y/n fell apart under his touch.

"Harry," she moaned and grabbed his shirt.

"Yes Baby, I know."

"M’gonna cum," she whined and Harry’s hand immediately left her clit. Tears welled up in her eyes and she desperately clung to his shirt.

"No, please keep touching me," she cried and took his wrist.

In response he flipped her over so she was on her stomach and he started fucking her from behind. After a few minutes his hand went between her legs again to rub her clit, a touch that y/n welcomed even though she was scared that he’d stop again before she’d come. And he did, when he could sense that she was close he stopped his movement again and y/n turned around to look at him.

"Harry, please let me come, I need it so bad."

"No, but keep begging, I like that a lot," he answered and roughly smacked her ass.

"Please. Please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?"

"If you were good you’d shut up now."

She closed her eyes and looked to the wall again. Harry then stopped his movement inside of her and pulled out. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but suddenly she felt his tongue on her pussy again. He kitten – licked her clit and she felt like she was in heaven on one side but on the other side she found him incredibly mean. He licked her cunt as if it was his last meal but then once again stopped before she could come.

This time he didn’t immediately do anything after he was done so y/n turned around to see what he was doing. He stood next to the bed and opened his shirt. When he saw the tears on her face, he came up to her and cleaned her face with his thumb.

"Sweetheart. It’s alright," he spoke while soothing her hair.

"No, s’not. You came but I didn’t," she whispered.

"But m’not done with you yet."

"You’re mean," she pouted and Harry grabbed her chin.

"Watch your mouth, baby. M’still the one in control here."

"Yeah you are, that’s why you don’t let me come."

"If I were you I’d be good now, so the chances that I’m gonna let you come are higher. Understand?"

Y/n nodded and Harry ran his thumb over her lips.

"Turn around."

She lay on her stomach again and Harry lifted her hips so she was forced to be on her hands and knees. He didn’t waste any time and pushed into her again. He fucked her at a quite fast pace now and his touch on her clit met his thrusts.

"M’gonna cum, Harry, please let me," she panted after a while and he soothed her ass.

"Hold it, darling."

"I can’t please."

His hand traveled to her boobs and he played with her nipples. "You’ll have to."

Her whole body was shaking and she grabbed the bedsheets.

"But it’s so hard, please, I – "

Harry quickly pulled out of her and stopped his movement before she could come and she cried out.

"Harry, I - " "Give me your hand," he ordered and when she didn’t move he reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her hand to her back and moved it to his cock. He made her form a fist and started fucking her hand and y/n was too fucked out and powerless to complain about the edging.

"Fucking hell," Harry growled and released. Most of the cum painted her back and some landed on her hand as well. He threw his head back, his heartbeat fast and loud in his ear.

"God, baby."

It took him some time to recover from his orgasm and then he grabbed her hips and carefully laid her on her back.

Now it was time to take care of her, he really had been mean to her. He removed the tears on her cheeks and kissed her gently on her lips.

"Such a good girl. M’gonna make you feel good now, I swear. M’gonna make you come, okay?"

She weakly nodded and Harry kissed his way down to between her legs. He didn’t waste any time now, he just wanted to make her come. His lips wrapped around her clit and he softly sucked on it while his tongue flicked it. After a few minutes her legs started to tremble.

"M’gonna come," she whimpered.

"Yes, come f’me, sweetheart. Come in my mouth."

Her orgasm was overwhelming and she cried out his name. Her hands grabbed his locks and she pressed her legs together around his head. Harry licked her through her orgasm and then when he had squeezed every moan and sigh out of her he laid down next to y/n, pulled her to him and caressed her hair. Then he got up to clean her. Y/n was half asleep and looked at him through half closed eyes.

"It's alright, love. I'll be done soon and then you can sleep."

After Harry had cleaned her pussy, he brought away the washcloth and laid down next to her.

“Enjoying yourself angel?” He grinned as he finally reached her, her own reaction reflecting his as she sat up even more to give him all her attention.

“Hi babe!” She beamed up at him, “I’ve been loving this weather, so nice out.” He found it hard to keep his eyes on hers as her body was hardly covered. 

She wore a red bikini, the color matching her complection. Despite it being a string set, it held her tits up perfectly, the strings adorning her sides indented into the skin, making him hungrier for her. 

“Sure is, do you want to help me inside with the groceries pet?” He noticed her eyes darken for a moment from the nickname he normally used in bed before she scrambled to get stand up with him. He nearly groaned at the way her tits bounced as she did so.

“I’d love to!” She excitedly smiled before leaning up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. She then placed the sucker back between her lips before grabbing his hand and making their way towards the door. 

Harry, found the short walk to be even shorter, as his attention was dialed in on her ass. The bikini did next to nothing to cover her up, her plump ass jiggling with every step she took. As she released his hand to open the door, he couldn’t resist sneaking in a cheeky slap to her ass before she whipped her head around with a squeak, taking the lolly right out of her mouth. 

“Harry!” She looked at him in shock, still moving her body into the home, making her way towards the kitchen. “What the hell was that for, you perv!”

“Just looked too good not to sweetheart.” He smirked at her, watching her face grow red.

She busied herself taking the food items out of the bags, as an attempt to somewhat avoid his cheeky shenanigans. The sucker she was still sucking on though was not doing her any favors. 

She grabbed the bread, moving towards the pantry. She took her sucker out of her mouth, the slight slurp was ringing through harry’s ears and she bent over to slide the bread into the drawer, her bottoms scrunching up between her ass, revealing more skin. She quickly turned right up as Harry, once again, couldn’t help himself as he laid another smack, this time on her other cheek. 

“Harry! Enough!” If her face wasn’t red enough before, it surely was now. All Harry could do in defense was simply shrug, the same smirk plastered on his face. She playfully glared as him as a warning before her sucker made its way back into her mouth. 

Harry grew more jealous of the sucker as they both continued putting the newly bought food away. He could give her something much more enjoyable to suck on and leave both of them happy.

He imagined her getting on her knees as he leaned against the counter. The sucker long forgotten as her mouth slurped him down, leaving saliva to drip down her chin and decorate her breasts to make them shiny. He could feel himself grow more excited simply at the thought of it. 

However, he was soon pulled from those thoughts as she bent down, her tits spilling out of the red fabric that did a poor job of keeping them covered, and she grabbed the bag of chips she had dropped. He had enough. 

He made the short steps towards her as she stood back up, slightly shocked to see how close he was to her from his previous spot. He ripped the chips from her hand and tossed them onto the counter before grabbing her neck with his hand. 

“I don’t appreciate the teasing pet.” His voice was low, he stared into her eyes, slowly dragging them down to her lips where they were puckered around the sweet treat. He reached his other hand up, grabbing the stick and slowly pulling it out of her mouth. She made an effort to make the same slurping noise as it was pulled from her, as a way to collect the sweet juice it left and her own spit. The string it left from being pulled was smeared onto her chin before he leaned forward to lick it up. He dragged his tounge from the bottom all the way towards her lips. He eagerly began kissing her, his tongue dragging along hers. She whined as he pulled away, the lolly now being placed into his mouth. 

“I-I wasn’t teasing you, you’re the one teasing me!” She stated, exasperated. 

“I don’t think so angel. I’m not the one lounging around, slurping around sugar on a damn stick, with my ass and tits out, bending over and begging to be fucked.” The hand on her thorat tightening as he felt her swallow thickly.  

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose!” She stated back to him. 

“Purpose or not, I’ll give you something to suck on.” Her bikini bottoms had to be drenched by now. If not for the slapping on her ass, noticing him oggoling her body, this had done it. “I’m going to finish putting away this shit since you are seeming to be a distraction. When I’m done, I better see you in our bedroom, kneeling before the bed. Is that clear?”

“Yes daddy.” He groaned before pulling her forward to smear his mouth onto her lips. He pulled away, releasing his hand from your throat. She turned around to make her way to the staircase but was briefly stopped by yet again, another smack on her ass, letting out a little yelp. 

“And keep the bikini on puppy.” She shuttered before nodding

Her feet quickly carried her towards their bedroom, immediately kneeling before the side of the bed. She kept herself busy with floating thoughts of how good he’s going to feel down her throat. 

Soon enough, she had heard his heavy steps climbing up the stairs and carrying him to the bed before he sat infront of her with his legs spread. Her mouth nearly drooling at the sight of the tent in his pants. 

She looked at him, noticing what was once her sucker, still in his mouth. His jaw clenched as his lips were wrapped around it. She grew slightly confused at a second sucker placed beside him on the bedding. 

Still sucking on the lolly, he began undoing his belt, the clanking of it making her grow more excited. He sat up slightly to then pull his pants and boxers down, leaving his thick cock to spring up after being released from the restricting clothes. 

“You wanted a sucker pet? Now you got one, get to work.” He spoke around the lolly, glaring her down as he waited for her to touch him. 

She clenched to thighs to help relieve some tension. She leaned forward, spitting on the head of his cock. She admired the way it dripped down the veins before she stuck her tongue out to lick the trail it left. She continued licking stripes up his length, getting him wet with her own spit.

It didn’t take long out before her own need took over and she took him into her mouth. She started with just the tip, lapping her tongue around it, tasting precum. She moaned at how salty he tasted before sucking his head. The vibration and suction made him move his hand to her hair and tug at it lightly. 

“Good girl, now take more honey, it’s all for you.” She didn’t waste any time as her lips that were wrapped around his tip moved further down. She bobbed her head creating a pace as her tongue stroked at the vein on the underside of his cock. Her salavia was quickly building up as it soaked his dick and began making its way out the corners of her mouth. Like he had pictured, it slowly dripped onto her breasts the more she moved her head up and down and slurped at his cock. Her tits slightly jiggled as her movements increased making him moan loader around the sucker. 

Hearing his moans only drove her to work faster. She brought her lips all the way down to his base, her hands moved to his balls, feeling her salvia that had dripped down before she smeared it around them. Pulling off his cock she moved her head to suckle on his balls, hands keeping his cock occupied. 

When she felt they were wet enough, her mouth attached to his member again, taking him down her throat. She clenched around him as she gagged, his hands in her hair keeping her held down as he groaned. She began bobbing her head faster hearing him slurp around his own sucker. 

“Keep it up pet, M’gunna cum for ya.” The wet sounds were heard though their ears as she kept taking him down her throat, satisfying his lengthy cock and moaning around it as his words. 

She kept bobbing her head and soon felt his release fill her mouth. The salty substance nearly dripping out her mouth as she pulled back and swallowed it with pride. Harry was heaving as she lapped at his cock, getting every last drop she possibly could. She leaned back when she felt her job was done before looking back at him with a dazed expression. 

“Good girl.” She nuzzled his thigh at the compliment, almost shying away from his intimidating gaze. She turned her head to look at him as he peeled the now gone sucker from his mouth. The empty sick was held in his hand as he grabbed ahold of her hand, helping her stand on her sore legs. He moved her to the bed, making her lay on her back as he placed the stick on their nightstand. He reached for the other lolly that still sat on their bedding before removing the wrapping, placing it next to the stick on the stand. He brought it closer to her mouth, “Open up darling.” Despite her confusion, she obeyed as the sweet treat was placed on her tongue and the taste of cherry was filling her mouth. 

He took a moment to stand back up and just admire how she looked laid out for him. The red suit still in tact, her tits still restrained in the fabric, the bottom with a noticeable darkened spot that wasn’t from swimming, and her lips wrapped tightly around the sucker. He climbed onto the red to rest above her, forearms holding himself up as she gazed at him with wide eyes. 

He slowly moved his one arm from the bed, his other supporting his body, as he peeled the fabric covering her breasts to the side so her tits were completely out at this point, her nipples hard from the cold draft. 

His hand grabbed at the one breast, giving it a rough sqeeze before flicking against her nipple. His thumb slowly circled before bringing his mouth down to replace his finger. Harry’s mouth was sucking around the sensitive area before pulling back. 

The sucker in her mouth was removed with a pop before his mouth was on hers again. With roughness, their lips moved against each other, teeth clashing and spit being exchanged between their mouths. Soon though, she felt a new object circling her nipple, its coolness making her flinch as she felt the tacky substance being left on her. 

He pulled away, moving back down to lap at the residue left on her nipple from the sucker, slightly nipping at the bud as he moved to give the other side the same treatment. 

He moved the sucker back up to her lips, getting the hint she allowed herself to tongue at the sweet treat as much as she could before it left her lips once again. He moved it to her other nipple to let it get the same treatment. 

It circles slowly, before he pulls it back and brings it down to slightly slap the nipple. She released a gasp at the unexpected feeling of it, clenching her thighs even tighter. He pops the lolly back in her mouth as a holder for it as his mouth reaches down to suck and lick at her bud, while his hand occupies her other breast by roughlly sqeezing it and pinching her nipple. 

She whines as a sign of protest, and he finally leans up to take the lolly out of her mouth. 

“Whats the matter puppy?” He still teased her with keeping his fingers focused on flicking her nipple. 

“I need you on my pussy daddy.” With the sucker pushed into her cheek to speak, she spoke softly to him. His eyes widened at her forewardness, normally it takes a little more for her to be so open, but he doesn’t mind this newfound confidence. 

“Let’s take a look then hm?” He moved his body down between her legs as he moved her legs up, her knees resting on her chest and pushing her breasts closer together.

 From the position she was in now, her bottoms had nearly been swallowed by her cunt. The darkened spot on display as her puffy pussy was being restrained against the fabric. He groaned at the sight, taking his finger to slide up and down the wet spot as her arousal that leaked through the bikini was spotted on his fingers. 

He grabbed the bottoms, pulling them to the side so her pussy would be fully out like her tits. Her excitement had leaked to her ass at this point. Her juices were visible as they shone in the light in their bedroom. 

“Oh puppy,” He tsked at her mockingly, his breath hitting her cunt making her ache even more. “Looks like you did need me, this poor pussy is leaking all over my sheets.” He placed kisses around her thighs, nipping every once in a while. She needed to feel something, as her body took over and went to shut her legs but he stopped that immediately. “Nuh uh. You keep these up and open otherwise I’ll make a new arrangement for you. Is that clear?” 

She nodded but that was not good enough for him as he gave her a light warning slap on her thigh. “Yes I-I understand.” 

“Good girl.” Harry slightly sat up as he reached for the sucker in her mouth plucking it out and settling into his previous position. “I need you to stay good for me while I enjoy my treat puppy. I love seeing you laid like this for me, but I’ll have no choice but to move you around if you can’t listen okay?”

 She let out a restrained ‘okay’ as a way to hurry him along to touch her. Much to her liking, he began, but not what she was expecting. 

Keeping his gaze on her cunt, the sucker was dragged though her arousal. The first touch to where she needed him the most and it made her suck in a deep breath as it kept moving up and down through her lips. 

Once he thought the sucker, collected enough of her arousal, he moved it to circle her clit. As a shock to her from the feeling, her legs moved to close together again and her hands to reach for his hair and his movements were abruptly stopped. 

“What did I just tell you pet?” His gaze was dark, he glared at her unapprovingly. His hands reached to rip her legs apart and her hands from his hair. 

“I-I’m sorry, it just felt good. I won’t do it again daddy, I’m sorry.” She eagerly rushed out, feeling completely overwhelmed by not getting enough touching from him. 

“This is your last warning. Don’t make me tell you again.” She nodded, apoligizing once again as her hands rested on the backs of her thighs to keep herself spread for him. 

He resumed his work, letting the sucker circle her clit, before he moved it back down to collect her juices and smear it along her cunt. She felt her breathing pick up the feeling of at least something touching her cunt. The circling of the sticky treat on her cunt was enough to drive her mad. 

Harry decided to finally put her out of her misery as he pulled the sucker away from he clit, still letting it slide through her folds, as he leaned down at pressed a light kiss on her nub. His tongue soon came after, licking gentle stripes against her. He began lapping at her more as her soft moans were being heard. The taste of her slick was already addicting to him, but the slight hint of cherry flavoring was enough to make him spend hours going down on her.

She thoroughly enjoyed watching as he licked at her like a starved man. Moving the sucker covered in her juices back to her clit to circle it, his mouth moved to her folds. He leaned back to spit on her, making her gasp before he moved the sucker to rub it across her pussy before leaning down to lick it all back up. 

She was in heaven. She simply couldn’t help herself as her hands moved to pull his hair and keep him in place. However, Harry was not fond of this whatsoever. She soon she realized her mistake as he stopped and removed himself from her cunt. 

“W-wait, I’m sorry daddy! I won’t do it again, I-I didn’t mean to, I promise! It just felt so good, I promise I’ll-” 

“I don’t care. Since you can’t fucking listen like I asked, this isn’t going to go your way.” He graveled at her. When she attempted to speak up again, he was quick to reply. “Get on your hands and knees pet.” 

With her eyes cast down, she shamefully moved to where he wanted her. He also moved, quickly getting off the bed, and opening their nightstand drawer. She knew what he was grabbing the moment he reached for it and her thoughts were confirmed when he pulled it out. The handcuffs they used often were in his hand as he moved to tug her arms. He clasped the one around her wrist, circled the band around the headboard, before pulling her other arm up and clasping the other wrist. 

“Is that too tight pet?” His voice slightly softer as he rubbed her back, waiting for her response. 

“No daddy, it’s just right.” She answered him. 

“Alright. This is for your own good pet, I have to train my puppy somehow.” She shuttered just from the sentence alone. 

Her back was arched, arms pulled up as her head hung inbetween, and her ass was on full display for him with the red bikini bottoms covering nothing at this point. He grabbed her by the thighs to pull her legs apart, and her drenched pussy was soon in his view as well. He made a noise in the back of his throat at the sight before pulling the ties of strings of her swimsuit, causing it to fall onto the bed. 

“I need you to keep your legs right where they are pet, otherwise I’ll tie those down too.” He voice was deep, making her aware just how turned on he was too.

Before she knew what was happening, a hard smack was placed on her ass, making her yelp out, but she made herself stay as still as possible. His hand came down again, this time on her other cheek and she could feel her excitement start to drip. He continued to spank her ass, and the more slaps she recieved, the more drenched she became. Angel could feel it begin to leak down her thighs, and soon enough, Harry had noticed. 

Taking the sucker that was placed into his mouth before her spankings, he removed it as he spoke. 

“Jesus Christ angel, you’re leaking fucking everywhere. Didn’t realized getting spanked turned you on s’much, not so innocent are you hm? Little slut for me pet?” His degrading tone was doing nothing to help the problem between her legs, if anything, it was increasing how horny she was. 

“M’ such a slut for you daddy please! Please do something, I need it so bad!” Her voice was urgent, she couldn’t help it, she felt so deprived and he was doing nothing to help her but get her more worked up. 

“Such a good puppy I have. Just calm down, and I’ll help this poor pussy, give it a few kisses. It’s leaking juices everywhere baby.” Kneeling behind her he was quick to lick the trail of her excitment that ran down her leg before he indulged in her cunt. Before he could do that, he reached around her bringing the sucker to her lips. “Go on and suck it f’me baby.” 

She did as she was told, she began eagerly licking at it as her lips wrapped around it to attempted to keep the treat and her saliva in her mouth. It was pooling up and she struggled to swallow with her head down. He plucked it from her, plenty of spit stringing along with it and dropping onto the pillow below her. 

“Such a slobbery puppy, hm? Both holes are just so messy.” She didn’t bother responding, as her own moan cut her off by his tounge licking a stripe through her pussy. The sucker, placed on her clit once again as it was moved in circular motions, stimulating her. It took all the power in her not to move too much, her hands were clenched, nails digging into her palms as her whines grew. 

He pulled back to breathe as he let the sucker do some more work for him, letting it glide through her lips, and smear all her juices around her pussy. It was absurd how horny it made her for him to be using the sucker on her. 

He took her by surprise when the lolly that was just on her clit, moved to her folds and was pushed into her. She gasped loundly at the feeling of it being thrust in and out of her. Harry watched as the sucker pulled out of her, so many juices covering it before he placed it in his mouth, moaning at the taste. 

He plucked it out and brought it to her hole to do the same actions. She was so turned on, and it was clear from the noises of the sweet treat going in and out of her cunt. He thrust it in one last time before it was pulled, and instead of it being brought to his mouth, he reached around to where her hair was, pulled it as a way for her head to be brought up and brought it to her lips. She opened her mouth but before he placed it on her tongue, he let the sucker trace her bottom lip. Her own juices transferred before the sucker was placed on her tounge and she could taste herself. 

Harry became extremely aware of how hard his cock was as she gazed at him with wide eyes as her lips were wrapped around the sucker that was covered in her own arousal. He pulled the treat slowly, watching her lips morph around it as it was pulled before he licked the remaining juices off her lips and left her with a kiss. 

His hand left her hair causing her head to fall back down and he returned behind her. He was elated to see she still was dripping. Wasting no time, the sucker was proptly brought back to her folds, he continued to let it run through them once again before he pulled it back and let the sucker smack her cunt. It wasn’t very hard of a hit, but it still felt incredible. She whined more, needing him to tongue at her again and lick her juices up, she just wanted to cum so bad. 

Harry, however, was preoccupied with smacking her cunt with his sucker. The juices covering the sweet left a string everytime he pulled it back and it just was arousing for him to see. It took nearly all her strength to keep her legs open when he moved the slaps to her clit. He’d circle it before placing multiple pats onto the sensitive nub. 

Right before she was about to speak up, he placed the sucker on the nightstand ontop of the wrapper. His large hands smoothed over her ass before smacking them letting out a heavy sigh at the way they jiggled as he did so. His grip on her ass moved to her thighs, speading them more apart before he dove back into her cunt.

He was relentless as her whines were loud, as if that egged him on. He ate her out like a starved man, continiously lapping at her folds, placing kitten licks on her clit before sucking it into his mouth. The more he dove into her the more excitement started to leak, even he couldn’t keep up with it. More and more of it ran down her thighs, his hands moved to tightly grope her ass before he tounge dug into her folds and into her hole. She cried out from how good it felt to have him indulge in her. When she started feeling a familiar knot in her stomach he pulled back, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. He entertained himself with squeezing her ass, watching the flesh turn red under his touch. 

“Such a juicy little cunt baby. Love how you are so drenched more me, like you can’t get enough. It’s all puffy too, just begging me to lick at it” Working himself up from speaking- not just her- his hand laid another smack on her ass. “Just love your fucking body baby, love this fucking cunt, all mine isn’t it puppy? Your sopping pussy s’all for me isn’t it?” 

He watched as her juices shined in the lighting, bringing his hands from her ass to pull her lips apart. “Y-yes sir! All for you daddy.” He seemed pleased with the answer, keeping her pussy spread apart as he spat right on her cunt, watching the spit slide down to her clit before his tounge lapped back through her. She moaned, loving the feeling of his tongue on her once again. 

The handcuffs definitely had made marks on her wrist at this point from her tugging but she didn’t mind, if anything she liked it, made it all the more exciting. 

Harry took his fingers and allowed them to play with her clit while he tounged at her hole. She loved the combination, felt so good and she could feel her knot growing in her tummy once again, and decided to speak up. 

“Daddy, I- M’gunna cum, can I please cum?” Her sentence came out with a pant as it was hard to focus with his tongue lapping around her sensitive area. 

“No puppy, you’re gunna hold it like a good girl f’me. I wanna keep enjoying my sweet treat a little longer.” She was growing frustrated, she wiggled her hips as his mouth suckled at her clit but that only earned her a warning smack on the ass. 

“B-but daddy I can’t hold it! It feels too good, please daddy!” 

At her winey tone, he pulled himself away from her cunt, laying a harsh smack on her ass as he spoke up. 

“You don’t talk to me like that. I told you to hold it, so you’re going to hold it.” This time, instead of her ass, his hand came down right on her puffy pussy and she let out a yelp at how good it felt. “You have a choice puppy,” He spoke again before placing another slap to her cunt, the wetness making an audible noise against his hand. “You either hold it and wait for a little longer, or you don’t cum at all. What's it gunna be hm?” He placed another smack to her cunt. 

“I’ll hold it daddy.” Tears filled her eyes at frustration, she wasn’t sure if she could pull this off. His hand moved to rub his fingers through her folds, collecting all her juices before two fingers were pushed in. She tensed up at the feeling, the lolly and his tongue didn’t fill her up nearly as well as his cock but his fingers were a good start.

“Good girl. Now you just relax and let me enjoy my treat hm? Such a juicy little cunt.” His fingers were pulled out, and returned to her clit and his mouth continued its job lapping her up.

It seemed like torture as he kept groaning at how good she tasted, the feeling of his tongue and mouth pleasing her. The knot in her stomach was growing by the minute, she slightly moved her hips, swaying her ass slighlty and he kept busy on her cunt. He didn’t seem to mind as his tounge collected every drop of her arousal before he pulled off her. 

His cock was painfully hard just from the taste of her and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand gave it a few strokes before he let it slide against her cunt, collecting her juices that continued to leak from the weepy hole. His hand reached up pulling the ties from around her neck and back, allowing her top to join her bikini bottoms on the red. 

“Just licked you all up puppy, and your pussy managed to slobber up right away, must’ve been anticipating my cock,” He teased himself and you as his allowed the tip of his cock to keep sliding in and out before he spoke up again. “Are you ready for my cock baby? By the way your cunts dripping, I have a pretty good idea what it wants.”

“Yes daddy! I’m ready for your cock! Please, please I need it!” He smirked at her begging and couldn’t keep her waiting any longer. 

He slowly pushed his cock in, loving the feeling of her tight cunt gripping him. Once he bottomed out, he didn’t hold back, he pulled back and harshly slammed right back into her causing her ass to jiggle. He growled at the sight, gribbing her ass and using it as leverage to pull her back into him as he kept repeatedly slamming into her. 

“How’s that feel puppy, this what you wanted?” He quickly slapped her ass before groping it again to keep pounding into her, picking up his pace as he felt his own orgasm approach. 

“Ye-yes thank you daddy! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, needed it so bad!” Her words only encouraged him more. His balls slapping against her cunt as her ass jiggled with each thrust and slap they endured. Both their moans could be heard through the room, sweat collecting on both their bodies. 

His one hand left her ass, the other still keeping it in a tight grib as he strummed on her clit. She mewled out as his motions grew faster and messier. 

“Daddy please, can I cum? M’so close I can’t hold it daddy, please!” 

“Yeah baby, you can cum. Wanna see your cunt soak my cock. Go on and cum for daddy, angel.” She let out a sigh of releaf as she felt the knot in her stomach keep growing.

The feeling of his cock relentlessly pounding her, the grip on her ass, and his fingers playing with her clit, she couldn’t take it anymore as her cunt spasmed around him, finally cumming. He felt her clench around him, continuing his pounding as he was reaching where he needed to. 

“Good fucking girl, so good f’me. Love when your cunt squeezes me like that.” She moaned as her orgasm continued to flow through her, her cunt still being abused by his cock thrusting in and out before he roughly pulled out. His hand furiously stroked his length before spurts of his cum landed against her ass and pussy. “Jesus Christ pet. What a sight.”

 He brought his hand down, smearing his own release against her pussy. She whined and wiggled as he touched her overly sensitive clit. 

“Sorry baby,” He left a chaste kiss on the side of her ass, pulled himself up as he grabbed the key for the cuffs. Once he helped her out of them he frowned at the harsh marks left on her wrists, lightly tracing his fingers along the markings. “I thought you said it wasn’t too tight angel?”

“It wasn’t I promise, I really didn’t hurt much, I promise honey.” She pressed a kiss on his lips to assure him as he let out a sigh.

“Next time you tell me if it does okay?” She nodded before laying flat on her stomach. “M’gunna run to the bathroom and help ya clean up baby.” In a flash, he grabbed a wet cloth and a glass of water before returning. He made sure to be extra careful when cleaning her up before tossing the cloth and climbing into bed with her. 

His arms pulled her to rest on top of him, his hands careful of her ass that he reminded himself to get a cream for before they went to bed. Her head laid against his chest as they rested together. 

“Y’can sleep a little baby. We’ll rest and then we can get up and make some dinner, how does that sound angel?” His voice was much softer than it had bed during the steamy sex they just had. 

"Harry," You whined, hips bucking against the air. "What the fuck?"

"We're going to wait, sweet girl." His voice was low, almost amused, as he pressed a kiss to your trembling thigh before rising from the bed.

"Harry," You whined in disbelief, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching his bare back disappear into the bathroom. "Where are you going?"

The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you sprawled across the sheets, thighs still trembling. The faucet turned on and you heard him humming a song, asshole, as if he hadn’t just left you dripping and desperate. You dug your nails into the mattress, resisting the urge to slide your hand between your legs, even as your pulse throbbed there, aching.

The door creaked open again just enough for him to peek out, toothpaste foam smeared at the corners of his mouth. He pointed the toothbrush at you, sternly.

"And if you touch yourself," He said, voice muffled around the toothbrush, "I won’t let you cum. So be a good girl."

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillows, thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between them. The sheets were damp beneath you, and you could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating your inner thighs.. Every breath you took was quick, and your fingers held on tighter to the fabric, to keep yourself from touching where you knew you couldn’t right now.

The water in the bathroom continued running, accompanied by the occasional spit of toothpaste into the sink. Your core ached, begging you to relieve it, so you slowly lowered your hand, at first only lightly brushing your cold fingers against your clit. You rubbed slow, featherlight circles around your swollen clit, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.

Then…..silence. The water shut off abruptly. Your fingers stopped instantly, heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for the creak of the bathroom door. But nothing came. Just Harry’s quiet chuckle from behind the door, like he knew, like he could fucking sense what you did across the room.

“Tsk tsk,” He murmured, voice dripping with a mock of disappointment.

You held your breath, fingers twitching where they hovered just above your clit…you were so close, so close.....but you forced yourself to pull away at the last second.

The water ran for another agonizing moment before shutting off. Silence. Then, the creak of the bathroom door swung open.

Harry walked back into the room, you didn’t dare look at him. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, his fingers brushed yours, slow and deliberate, prying your clenched hand away from the sheets. Your pulse leapt into your throat.

"Did you touch yourself?" He asked, voice so gentle it made your stomach churn. The pad of his thumb stroked over your wrist. You could lie…you should lie.

"A little," You whispered. "J-just a little."

Harry’s lips curved into a smile, the kind that made your thighs press tighter together without meaning to. His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to keep you from squirming away as he lifted your fingers to his mouth. The first brush of his tongue against your fingertips sent a shockwave of heat straight to your core, his eyes never leaving yours as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the pads of your fingers, tasting the reminisce of arousal.

"Mmm," He hummed, closing his lips around your middle finger and sucking lightly. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to your clit, and you whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "Sweet girl," He murmured, releasing your finger with a soft pop. "Couldn’t even wait five minutes for me, could you?"

His palm pressed against your pussy with a rough, sudden pressure…not a slap, but the flatness of his hand grinding against you, the friction was brutal and perfect. You arched off the bed with a punched-out moan, thighs snapping shut around his wrist instinctively, but Harry didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed harder, his fingers wide to drag your slickness in circles over your clit, the heel of his hand relentlessly digging into your sensitive folds.

“There you go.” Harry murmured, watching your face twist with overstimulated pleasure as his palm worked slowly. Your hips jerked up into the contact, chasing the pressure, but he adjusted the angle just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. “Fuck, look at you…so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”

Harry’s palm stilled abruptly, his touch gentling as he smoothed the damp hair from your forehead.

"You okay?" He murmured, his voice sincere, wanting to make sure you were still okay with his antics. You managed a weak nod, your throat too tight to speak, and his lips curved into that slow, knowing smile.

"Don’t worry, honey," He whispered. "I’ll let you cum."

You heard the rattle of the nightstand drawer, the clatter of something plastic being knocked aside. Your breath hitched when his hand reappeared, a pink vibrator in hand. He clicked it on, letting it sit on the lowest setting.

Harry didn’t rush. He dragged the tip of the vibrator down your stomach, until it hovered just above your clit, but not close enough to relieve the ache. You whimpered, hips lifting instinctively, but he tutted, pressing his free hand flat against your abdomen to hold you down.

"Patience"

The vibrator skimmed over your clit so lightly you barely felt it, just a little teasing before Harry yanked it away.

Your breathing stopped for a moment, but he only smirked, quickly setting the vibrator to the highest setting, and placing it back on your clit. The violent buzz made you yelp, back arching as the vibrations punched through your oversensitive nerves.

Then, just as quickly, he dropped it back to low, which left you gasping, thighs shaking with the aftershocks.

"Harry," You begged, voice cracking, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. "Please...please, I want to cum...please."

Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back, watching you with a smile as he dragged the vibrator down the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He admired, voice low and rough. The vibrator dipped between your thighs, the tip brushing against your soaked entrance for half a second before he pulled back, leaving you clenching around nothing.

The vibrator clicked off before Harry tossed it to the side. Your breath hitched, as his fingers replaced the plastic, slowly tracing your soaked folds. His fingers dipped inside you barely an inch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him, before exiting. Again. Again. He purposely avoided direct pressure on your g-spot, teasing but never giving you what you needed.

He was now fully leaning over you, his other hand feeling your body up, while his lips caressed your entire neck.

“Fuck,” He muttered, lips skimming up your neck. You clenched onto his bicep with one armand lightly bit down on the shoulder in front of you. “You wanna mark me up, sweet girl? Gonna make sure everyone knows who I belong to?”

You couldn’t answer him, your mind was too foggy, so you just let out another moan. Harry chuckled, low and rough, his lips trailing down to your pulse point.

"Okay, sweetheart. You've been so fucking good for me." He grabbed the vibrator he threw to the side. This time, he didn’t tease. "You can cum."

He continued to finger you, this time hitting your g-spot fast and hard, causing you to uncontrollably scream out and writhe in pleasure. The vibrator pressed against your clit on the highest setting, with a similar pressure.

“Harry…Harry, fuck-” Your voice cracked, back arching off the mattress as the pleasure surged through your veins. Your nails dug into his bicep, hard enough to leave indents in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched you with strong intent, as your body tensed and squirmed.

Your eyes stayed tightly shut as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left your body aching. A high cry escaped from your throat. Your hips jerked uncontrollably, riding out the waves as warmth gushed between your thighs, soaking Harry’s fingers and the sheets beneath you. The vibrator against your clit sent aftershocks sparking through your nerves, dragging the pleasure out until it was borderline painful.

Your body sagged into the mattress, like you were all of a sudden boneless. The vibrator slipped from Harry’s grip, clattering onto the sheets as your thighs clamped shut instinctively, oversensitive and twitching. He gently removed his finger, letting your body adjust to the sudden emptiness.

“Jesus Christ,” Harry murmured, voice thick with awe. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your heaving sternum, then another just below your collarbone, easing you in the aftermath of your climax. “Look at you.” His palm smoothed over your stomach, grounding you as your breath evened out. “So fucking perfect. Took it so well, sweet girl.”

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“Mhm.” I let the silence linger a little longer. The words I really want to say press at the edges of my teeth, but I savor the wait. We’ve been playing this game for a while now. Little touches. Lingering looks. Obedience disguised as convenience. But there’s nothing convenient about the way you follow my voice without question. About how your knees trembled last night when I told you, 'Not yet, love. Not until I say so.' I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Are you wearing what I told you to?”

Your breath catches. It’s subtle, but I hear it. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

That phrase always hits you hard. I see it in the way your eyes widen, the way your thighs instinctively press together. I give you a slow smile, deliberately indulgent. Like I’m about to unwrap a gift I’ve been waiting all tour to open. I stand and move towards you, slow and deliberate. Your eyes follow me, pupils darkening. When I reach you, I bend down slightly, fingers grazing under your chin, tilting your face up. “Take off the hoodie,” I say, voice low. “Now.”

You hesitate — not in defiance, but anticipation. You set your mug down before your hands move slowly to the hem, pulling it up and over your head. You’re bare underneath, just the soft lace bra I told you to wear. Delicate. Sheer. Pale pink. My favorite.

“Stand up.”

You obey instantly. I press a hand to your lower back and guide you towards the wider seat against the cabin wall, the one that reclines like a bed. I sit, spread my legs, and nod towards the floor between them. “Kneel.”

You drop to your knees like it’s instinct. God, it makes my chest burn.

“You remember the rules?”

“Yes.”

“Say them.”

You glance up at me, lips parted. “I do what you say. I don’t touch you unless you tell me. I don’t speak unless you ask me to. I stay still. I take what you give me.”

“Good. And your safeword?”

Your voice is soft. “Red.”

“Color now?"

“Green."

I lean forward, my hand cups the side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. You lean into the touch, eyes closing briefly, like the contact settles something in you. My other hand moves over your soft skin, practised fingers unclasping your bra before sliding it down your arms until it lands on the carpeted floor beside my seat. I shift, reaching into my bag resting beside the seat. I pull out the soft silk tie I packed just for this. Dark red. Cool to the touch. I take your wrists gently and tie them together in front of you — not tight, just enough to remind you who owns your hands tonight.

I lean down, brushing my lips against your ear. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” I murmur. “Having you like this, on my plane, knowing we’ve got hours before we land and no one to stop me.” You shiver. I run my fingers down the slope of your neck. “Let’s make a mess of you, shall we?”

I grab your tied wrists and guide you up. When you stand I quickly get rid of your jeans before I pull you into my lap, straddling me, your knees bracketing my thighs. You gasp when I slide your panties to the side, teasing lightly around your entrance, sliding up until my slick fingers find your clit. You’re already soaked. I groan softly, resting my forehead against yours. “So responsive,” I whisper. “You ache for me, don’t you?”

You nod, breathless. “Yes, Sir.”

My fingers slide over your core, agonisingly slow, just to hear the way your breath hitches. The way your hips twitch against my hand. The way you whimper. But I don’t give you what you want. Not yet. “Sit still.” I remind you. Your thighs tremble, trying to obey. I know it drives you mad to be so close to me, your wrists bound, not being allowed to grind against me. But that’s the point.

I lean back and just watch you, a satisfied smirk on my lips, fingers still circling, but not enough to give you what you want. I watch the way your breath stutters. The flush spreading down your neck. The shallow rise and fall of your chest. You’re perfect. And right now, you’re mine.“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it."

You swallow hard. “Please, Sir. Please let me come. I’ve been so good. Please.”

The plane dips slightly, a mild patch of turbulence. You clutch my shirt instinctively, eyes wide. I smirk. “Nowhere to go, love. We’re up here for hours. And you’re mine until we land.”

I shift beneath you, finally letting you feel the hard press of my cock through my trousers. You moan at the contact. I catch your wrists in my hand, holding them above your head now, your arms stretched tight, completely exposed and helpless on my lap. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

You squirm in my lap while I keep teasing you — fingers ghosting over your nipples, palm grazing between your thighs, never giving you the pressure you crave. Every time your hips rock forward, I pull back. “Still.” I command.

You whimper, forehead pressed to my shoulder. “Harry…”

I grab a fistful of your hair and tug roughly, just enough to make you look at me. “I told you the rules. Disobedience gets punished, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Over my knee. Now.”

You slide off my lap and obey without hesitation, lowering yourself over my thighs. I press a hand to the small of your back and slip your panties down your thighs. You’re shaking. “How many do you think you deserve?”

“Five?”

I chuckle low. “That’s generous of you. We’ll start there.”

My palm connects with your skin in a sharp, deliberate smack. You gasp. Then another. And another. I don’t go too hard, just enough for the sting to bloom. By the fifth, your breathing is ragged, thighs pressed together, arousal dripping down your thighs. God, you're gorgeous like this. I stroke over the spot I’ve reddened, soothing it. “You take pain so sweetly, don’t you? Such a good girl.”

You nod quickly. “I’ll be good. I promise."

I lift you back up and settle you in my lap again. Your wrists are still bound, resting against my chest. I slide two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You do — obedient, eager, tongue swirling around my fingers like you know it’s the closest thing to my cock you’re going to get for now. When I pull them free, I slide them down, finally giving you what you want. I press them into your slick, tight heat, watching your mouth fall open, eyes roll back as a guttural moan leaves your pretty, little mouth. “God, look at you. So fucking wet for me. And you haven’t even come yet.”

You’re clenching, already close. I can feel it. “You don’t come unless I say so.”

You nod rapidly, panting. “Please—”

“Not yet.” I pull out after a few more thrusts, and you nearly sob. I slide my fingers into my mouth, letting out a satisfied hum at the taste of your sweetness on my tongue. And then I kiss you, slow and deep, giving you a taste of yourself while you tremble in my arms.

Again I bring you to the edge, using my fingers, my mouth, even my voice until you get close again, and then I stop. You cry out in frustration, tears slipping down your cheeks now. “Let go, love,” I whisper. “Let it fall. You can cry. That’s it. Good girl.”

I wipe the tears away with my thumb, then kiss your wet cheeks. “You’re mine. No one’s ever going to take care of you like I do.”

“Please, Sir, I can’t — please —”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes meet mine. “Now.”

And when I let you, you come like a storm — loud, writhing, overwhelmed. Your body convulses in my arms and I hold you through every second of it, fingers still moving to let you ride out your orgasm, whispering praise into your ear. "Good girl, so perferct just for me."

Then you slump forward against me, completely spent. I kiss your temple and untie your wrists. “You okay, baby?”

You nod, lips trembling. “So good. I’m okay.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

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