#dadharry

The room was hot, incredibly hot. You felt like you were boiling alive and it seemed your little one was just as annoyed as you were. You tossed and turned in bed for a few more minutes before throwing the blanket to the floor and sitting up in bed.

Glancing at the clock you saw that it was a little after 3 in the morning. The spot next to you was cold, Harry had yet to come to bed, but that wasn’t unusual.  He was probably working on a new art piece. He got inspiration in the middle of the night and was always up sketching. He no longer did so in bed, not since you got pregnant. You were easily angered and were not opposed to yelling at him for waking you from your rare peaceful sleep.

“What do you think little one, should we go find papa, or should we get something sweet to eat while he is gone?” You whispered to your bump. Harry had read too many baby books and was all about healthy eating for the baby. If you didn’t love him so much you would have put up more of a fight, but he was a good cook and you weren’t going to complain when he pampered you.

A little kick had you laughing as you climbed out of bed. “I was thinking sweets as well. We are already so much alike,” You said giving your bump a little tap where the kick came from. Dressed in only one of Harry’s T-shirts, you opened your bedroom window and every window as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I swear this flat wants me to boil us, little one. Don’t worry I’ve opened all the windows and the AC does work, I promise, just us together is killing me,” you said. You liked talking to your baby even about nonsense stuff.

“Did you know Lila from Rosmario and Milo have been seeing each other for months now? Of course not, you found out when I did, but just encase you were sleeping,” You said pulling out bowls and ingredients to make brownies.

“They have been dating in secret for months and it wasn’t until Lila’s party everyone found out. They were caught making out in the bathroom. Honestly a few weeks away from the bakery and I miss all the gossip. You are costing mama greatly,” you teasingly rambled.

“Are you gossiping with pistachio again?” Harry’s voice called out, causing you to jump.

“Sense and sensibility,” You shout as dropped the glass bowl in your hand, causing it to shatter at your feet. You froze as you looked from the mess at your feet to your husband, who was quickly making his way over to you.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he repeated, his accent growing deeper in his panic. Harry grabbed your waist sitting you on the counter, looking over you for any cuts. Surprisingly, your feet had no cuts on them. You knew saying that to him wouldn’t make him stop his inspection so you said nothing as you wanted for your clean bill of health. 

“I’m sorry, bel fiore. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you and pistachio alright? I didn’t scare you into labor have I?” His eyes were wide and full of worry moving all over your body so quickly you were getting a headache. His hands shook as they stroked your stomach.

You laughed lightly, grabbing his face ending his panic. “Harry, Harry, my little beauty you need to calm down. I am not in labor, it’s okay. I’m fine, pistachio is fine,” you said pecking his pouting lips. “If I was in labor I wouldn't be this calm. I hope that isn’t what you are expecting,” you added teasing lightly.

Your thumbs stroked over his cheeks as he slowly come down and the panic replaced with embarrassment. “Sorry, I’ve overreacted. I just worry about the two of you so much, don’t want to lose my little muses,” he mumbled laying his head on your stomach. 

“I know you worry, and we love you for it, so much, Harry,” you said combing your fingers through his hair. Your current pregnancy wasn’t your first one and with each miscarriage, you both became more nervous and fearful of never being parents.

“I love you and our little pistachio,” He said after a few minutes of the three of you pressed together. Harry pressed a kiss to your stomach before pressing another to your lips and pulling away grabbing the broom to clean up the glass.

“You know he is not the size of a pistachio anymore? You gonna have to start calling him something else, maybe watermelon,” you teased, sneakily grabbing the brownie batter that didn’t fall closer to you and sneaking a taste.

“Oi, I see you, fiore. That is not good for you or the baby, which I will continue to call pistachio for the rest of his life,” he said grabbing the bowl putting it out of your reach.

You whined reaching for the bowl. “Harry, nooo. It doesn’t have raw eggs it’s fine, give it back.” You were not going to get off the counter but were going to whine into you gave you the bowl back.

“The eggs are not the only problem with you eating brownie batter. How about some yogurt…” He looked into the fridge then back at you pouting and whining on the counter. He chuckled grabbing the bowl coming back to your side. “This is not good for you both,” he repeated.

“Yes yes yes, you have mentioned that before, but it is good, very good and your wife and child want it,” you said taking the bowl back and eating a spoonful moaning.

“Goodness, you don’t even moan like that for me. I’m incredibly jealous,” he teased, grabbing your hips pressing kisses along your belly. “Momma is making papa very jealous, pistachio. You would think she would at least share with me,” he mumbled.

“Pistachio you should know for when you are born, that you won’t be the biggest baby in this house, that would be papa,” you teased offering the spoon to your husband, who was staring at you in mock shock at your words.

“Don’t tell him that,” he said, covering your belly with his hands as if that would shield the baby from the words.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics and your baby agreed, kicking at his father’s hands. “Shush and eat the brownie batter before it’s all gone,” You said.

He pouted but did as you said, moaning at the taste. “Is this a new recipe?”

“Yes, I was thinking about adding it to the menu when I go back to work. I toasted some pistachios a few days again and ground them up and tossed them tonight. I am very proud of the taste.”

“I’m sure they would taste better as actual brownies, bel fiore,” he chuckled kissing you. His grip tightened on your hips as he pulled you closer, you gasped into his mouth and his tongue tangled with yours.

You pulled back slightly as you tried to catch your breath, before diving back in. Or you tried to but you ended up yawning in his face. Your face heated up and you hid your face in his chest.

Harry laughed, his whole body shaking as grabbed you off of the counter. “I heard of kisses taking someone’s breath, but putting them to sleep? That’s new,” he teased.

“Beautiful, don’t tease me, it’s really early in the morning, of course I am tired,” you mumbled, kicking his sides before wrapping your legs around him.

He continued to laugh as he left the kitchen carrying you through the house. “Then you need to stop eating brownie batter and get some sleep. You are going to join me at the shop tomorrow right?” He asked kissing your forehead.

While you weren’t working at your bakery anymore, you still liked going to Harry’s store and helping out as much as he let you. Most of the time you curled up with a good book and read while he charmed everyone into buying as many books as possible. 

The only place he didn’t take you was his former loft, now his art studio. The paint was not good for your little one.

“Yes I’m going to come with you. I don’t want to stay here all day by myself. I get lonely,” you said as you were laid in your bed. You instantly snuggled close to your pillow. The room was a lot cooler now, the cold night air finally circulating throughout the small room. Your eyes closed as you got comfy, only to open as you heard Harry steps leaving the room.

“Wait where are you going?”

“Gonna go make my lovie and baby some brownies for tomorrow. Get some sleep, I’ll be back soon,” he said walking to your bed, kissing your forehead then your bump. “ Ti amo, fiore. Ti amo pistachio.” Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up again, Harry was asleep lying in bed with his arms wrapped around your waist and his hands placed on your bump. You smiled softly to yourself as you shimmied out of his hold going to take a shower.

“We have to be quiet, papa is still sleeping and he was probably up late making our sweets, that’s why we love him so much,” you whispered to your bump as you undressed getting into the shower.

‘You’ll see how much of a good cook he is when you are born. We have so many plans for you, we can’t wait to see you. We have waited such a long time to get you. You are our little angel, our little rainbow baby, our pistachio,” you said, snuffling through your tears. “We love you so much, pistachio. And don’t tell papa how much I love I secretly like that name,” you laughed.

“Too late,” Harry said, pulling back the curtain getting into the shower with you, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s a good name for our little one, I came up with it, of course, you love it,” he said. His voice was still riddled with sleep as he kissed your shoulder.

“It is a cute nickname, but we won’t be naming our baby that, Harry. It’s silly,” you laughed.

“Not even a middle name?” He teased, grabbing the shampoo and washing your hair. 

You moaned at the feeling of his hands in your hair. “What time do we have to go to the shop?” 

“We have time, don’t worry,” He promised.

20 minutes later you two were out the shower and Harry was getting dressed, but you were ready for clothes yet. You stood staring at your bump, you hadn’t gotten this far in the last pregnancy . Your little one would be here in a few short months and you couldn’t wait.

“You are glowing, my love. I want to paint you just like this,” Harry said grabbing his sketchbook. 

You laughed shaking your head, grabbed the flowy dress from your bed putting it on. “Not now, beautiful. We need food and then go to the shop. You can sketch me later on,” You said, tying your hair up and sitting down on the bed for Harry to help you put on your sandals. You chuckled as he puckered his lips in payment for his help. “You are impossible, I love you,” you said getting to your feet.

The moment you got to the kitchen, you made a b-line for the brownies only for Harry to get there first, grinning as he held them above your head. “Something healthy first, how about spinach and eggs omelettes and then brownies after?” He suggested.

“An omelette does sound amazing, you have a deal, Mr. Styles,” you grinned pecking his lips before taking a seat on the counter.

“I am glad you didn’t put up much of a fight, Mrs. Styles,” He said grabbing everything he needed.

“So  what were you working on last night?” You asked as he cooked.

“A bunch of little things,  I went to the house and worked on the nursery,” As much as you loved your flat, it was too small for you both and a baby, and recently you two brought a home, a small cottage. It needed some work which Harry and you had been working on, but it wasn’t move-in ready yet, Harry was having fun painting the rooms and the nursery was his favorite. He had changed it at least a dozen times.

“I want to see it, you never let me see.”

“It is a surprise, but I did paint some adorable animals, plus I will feel like crap if I paint something that isn’t perfect,” Harry said shrugging as he grabbed a plate.

“It is already perfect because you did it for him. Now, what else did you work on?”

“I'm actually doing one of my favorite muse. A silhouette of her from a few months ago. Her laying in my bed, looking as lovely and perfect as ever. I’m almost done with it.”

“Really? I haven’t seen it since you sketched it out? I have to see it, is it at the loft?”

He nodded turning off the stove putting both omelettes on one plate. “It should be semi-dry today, I’ll bring it down when we get to the bookshop. It’s one of my favorites, don’t think I will sell it,” he said feeding you before taking a bite

“Add it to the growing collection,” you grinned. After you got married Harry was drawing you all the time, you had no problem with being his muse or him selling his work of you. You just loved how passionate he was about his art.

“Hmm, the collection is getting quite big, and pretty soon there will be two of you in all my art,” he smiled, his left dimple showing itself before his right did. After finishing off your food, you jumped off the counter taking the dishes to the sink to wash them.

“Look at us making good time, I’m proud of us,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Or maybe we have some time to kill. Have I mentioned how much you are glowing,” 

“Yes, you mentioned that before.”

“Have  I mentioned how beautiful you look and how much of a turn-on you are glowing with my baby inside of you?” He questioned kissing you, his hands running along your back.

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” You asked, moving your hands down his body.

Harry grinned against your lips. “ what?”

“ Those brownies.” You pulled away from him grinning. “ I bet they taste amazing and Pistachio and I want a taste.”

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

: :

“My friends and I are thinking of going on a vacation.”

Harry looks at her. “During spring break? I thought we were all going down to Florida.”

She nods. “No, we still are. My friends just want to go somewhere for a week, or even a weekend. We’ll just skip our classes.” Harry gives her a look and she rolls her eyes. “Fuck off, I’m a second semester senior. You would know how that goes.”

He sighs. “Where are you thinking?”

She shrugs. “Maybe Florida again, but we’d go to Fort Lauderdale or something.”

He wrinkles his nose. “I went down there once during college. It was basically a giant frat party for a week straight.”

Eileen nods enthusiastically, a large smile on her face. “Doesn’t it sound like fun?”

“No.”

“Whatever.” She leans back in her seat. “We’re gonna decide soon.”

“Well, let me know, yeah?”

She smirks at him. “You gonna fund the whole trip?”

He shrugs. “If you want me to, honey. I don’t mind.”

She freezes. “Are you serious? I was just joking. We all have enough money to go.”

He nods. “I know, but I also don’t mind paying for it. I mean, it won’t affect my bank account as much as it’ll affect yours.”

She rolls her eyes.

A few days later, they're sat at the kitchen island. Harry is working on his laptop, and Eileen is shopping for swimsuits on hers.

“Everything’s so fucking expensive," she complains. "We found a condo. It’s in a sketchy area, but it’s close to the beach and the town.”

Harry sighs heavily. “Let me see.”

Eileen shows him the information on her laptop. Harry doesn’t look impressed.

He starts to shake his head. “No. No. You’re not staying there.” He stands up and heads to his office.

“Why not?” Eileen huffs and follows him. “Harry,” she whines. “Everything is so expensive there. We can’t afford anything nicer.”

Harry sits down in his leather chair, behind his huge desk. “Which is why I’m getting you guys a house.”

She freezes in the middle of his office. “A house? Right on the beach?”

Harry nods, typing quickly on his computer. “In an area where your chances of being murdered are nearly zero percent. I am not about to go down to Fort Lauderdale to identify my dead girlfriend because her and her friends couldn’t afford a nicer place.”

Eileen smiles brightly, strutting around the desk and standing behind him. She rests her hands on his shoulders, watching his computer as he looks for places. “I like that one.”

He snorts. “Because it’s pink. It only has two bedrooms.”

“So? We’ll share beds.”

“It has one bathroom.”

Eileen doesn’t respond for a moment. “Anyways, I like that one.”

The exterior is a pretty sky blue, with white shutters and pink flowers lining the house. Harry checks the features, and it includes four bedrooms and three baths.

“That sounds more like it.”

“And it’s right on the beach,” Harry points at the screen, “and, like, a ten minute walk from the town. It’s a gated community, a family community, so,” he turns and glares up at her, “no partying at the house. I’m not going down to bail you out of jail either.”

She sighs lightly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Okay, okay, jeez.” She wraps her arms loosely around her neck, hugging him. “Thank you, darling. I owe you one.”

Harry snorts, hitting Confirm on the screen.

She dips her head, her hands sliding down his chest as she kisses his neck. “You’re so good to me.”

Harry hums. “It’s because I love you, honey.”

Eileen tries to press her lips harder against his skin, but her large smile prevents her. “I love you more, darling,” she murmurs into his ear. Her hand slides further down, cupping his bulge. Harry’s breath hitches, and his head falls back on her shoulder. “Thank you so much.” Her hand squeezes.

Harry spins around just as she yanks the chair and she climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs. She cups his jaw and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. Her hand work quickly at undoing his pants, pulling his cock out.

Harry moans into her mouth, his hands sliding all over his body, like he can’t choose where to put them.

Eileen strokes him slowly, rubbing her thumb in little circles around his slit. Harry’s head falls back, exposing his neck to her. She dips down and sucks underneath his ear, quickening her pace.

Harry’s breathing heavily when he lifts his head back up. His hand rises up to the back of her head and he wraps her hair around his fist, pulling her head up. He looks at her for a moment, with her wet lips parted and her eyes blown out. He pulls her in for a kiss, licking into her mouth once before pulling away. He asks lowly, “Is this what you call a proper thank you?” He tuts. “I deserve more than your hand. On your knees, honey.”

Eileen’s jaw drops around a smile. Her tongue prods her cheek as she slowly descends onto the floor in front of him. She almost whines at the loss of friction between her legs. She was grinding against his thigh before, and now her center throbs for some contact, but is only met with air.

She thinks the quicker she gets him to come, the quicker she can come, so she goes to work immediately, wrapping her lips around his cock and sinking down. One hand fondles his balls, while the other works the lower half of his cock. She tries to make it as wet for him as possible, because he likes it like that, and especially so when there’s spit and cum dripping out of her mouth.

She pulls off and, while still jacking him off, says, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Honey,” Harry groans. His hands are in her hair and they try to pull her mouth back over him, but she refuses. “You nearly throw up every time I do it.”

“I know,” she whines. “But it fits the mood.”

Harry lets out a breathless laugh, saying to himself, “Fits the mood. All right.” He sits up, gazing down at her softly. He cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb along the skin. “Tap out when it’s too much, okay?”

She nods quickly, sitting back on her heels and opening her mouth wide. Harry curses at the sight, his thumb slipping into her mouth. He whimpers when her eyes flutter shut and she sucks softly, hollowing her cheeks out.

He thrusts his thumb in and out a few times before he pulls it out. His hands grabs her hair as he guides her down on her cock. He lets out a strangled groan when he gently guides her down further, until his tip hits the back of her throat. 

He pulls her off and asks, “All right?”

She nods, and she wraps her lips around his cock again. She tries to relax her throat, and stays surprisingly still as Harry gently thrusts into her mouth. Her own moans and whimpers are muffled by his cock. She aches for some friction on her clit.

She only has to tap his thigh once before he’s yanking her off. She gasps for breath, tearing leaking out of her eyes, spit and precum connecting her mouth to the tip of his cock.

“Oh, god,” she says hoarsely, leaning forward and resting her head on his thigh, trying to catch her breath.

Harry leans down to the side and grabs the trash can. “Are you gonna throw up?”

She shakes her head against his thigh, her shoulders and back still heaving.

Harry shakes his head and smiles, laughing a bit. “That’s the best you’ve ever done.”

“I’m not done yet,” she says stubbornly, pouting up at him.

He nods, stroking her cheek. “Of course not, honey. Just take a breather.”

She decides to ignore his patronizing tone, and takes his advice. She focuses on breathing deeply, filling her lungs with the oxygen she was depraved from only minutes ago.

When she hears a groan, she whips her head up to find Harry’s hand lazily stroking himself, his head tipped back toward the ceiling. “Hey,” she says sharply, swatting his hand away and replacing it with her own. “That’s my job.”

Harry only sighs, and then he stands up. Eileen’s mouth opens as she gazes up at him. Something about him dressed in an expensive suit, standing tall over her does something to her. She reaches a hand down to her clit and she grinds against it, whimpering. “Fuck, this is so hot.”

Harry just hums, and his fingers weave into her hair, holding the strands back and she leans in and presses an open-mouth kiss to his shaft. She travels up his length, and spends a few extra moments on the tip, circling his head with her tongue.

“Fuck, honey, that’s so good.” Harry waits patiently, and when she leans back, one hand releases her hair to grip his cock. His other hand tightens in her hair, holding her in place as he slowly feeds his cock into her mouth. Eileen stretches her mouth and licks the underside, humming when Harry pushes in deeper.

Her own hands slide up the backs of his thighs and back down, then sliding up the fronts and holding the sides.

Carefully, Harry thrusts into her mouth, gaging her reaction. She really is hell bent on him coming down her throat. She usually would have given up ten minutes ago.

“Look so pretty, Eileen,” he mumbles, his words slurring together. He’s close. “So pretty with your lips around my cock.” His head drops back. “You’re taking me so well, honey.” He looks back down at her when he starts to thrust harder.

He grins proudly when she just takes it, looking up at him with glistening eyes. “Look at you,” he coos, brushing a tear off her cheek. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? I love you so much.”

Eileen can feel his thighs trembling, and can hear his breath growing shakier. She can’t see much with his head tilted up to the ceiling, but she can see his mouth is open, little pants falling out of those pretty lips.

She pinches his thigh and he looks back down, never averting his eyes from hers. “Gonna come, honey. Gonna make me come. You’re such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”

He thrusts erratically into her mouth, whimpering and moaning. “I–I’m coming, Eileen. Eileen, Ei–“ He throws his head back and shouts, his hips stilling, his cock deep in her throat.

Eileen sucks down the last drop of come, then carefully pulls off. She tries to catch her breath. Pride bubbles in her stomach at the accomplishment of having him fuck her throat until he comes. She says in-between breaths, “I’m gonna…” She waves a hand. “Work on my…gag reflex.”

He nods, collapsing to the floor with her. He pulls her in for a kiss. Both of them are out of breath, so the kiss is a little weak, a little slow, but he licks into her mouth and he sucks on her tongue until he feels like he could pass out.

“Now, what’s my thank you going to be?”

Harry pulls back, giving her a look. “What? You don’t get a thank you for a thank you.”

Eileen’s jaw drops. “That was the best I’ve ever done! I deserve some fellatio for that!”

Harry’s jaw clenches and he glares at her. “For the last fucking time, fellatio is sucking dick!”

“No, it’s not!” she replies slowly.

Harry huffs. “The word, is cunnilingus. You get fucking cunnilingus.”

Eileen wrinkles her nose. “That sounds like an STD.”

Harry sighs again, and then he pushes Eileen onto her back. Arousal and anticipation flutter in her stomach, but then Harry stands up and walks past her.

“Hey! Come back and fellate me!”

“You want fellatio so bad?” He looks over his shoulder and gives her a look that’s hard to read; Eileen thinks it’s challenging. “I’ll go get the strap."

A few minutes later, the rolls are swapped: Eileen is sat in the chair, and Harry is on his knees between her legs.

“You ever done this before, darling?”

“Of course I have, Eileen,” he replies snappily. “I’m not a virgin.”

Eileen gasps loudly. “Are you fucking kidding me? So you lied about your anal virginity!”

Harry takes a deep breath. “No, Eileen. I’ve sucked dick, but I’ve never had a dick up my ass before you.”

She gasps again. It’s irritating, at this point. “When?!”

“In college, honey. Didn’t you experiment a little bit?”

His tone is mocking and patronizing. Eileen doesn’t like it. “I don’t like your tone. Shut the fuck up and fellate me.”

Harry huffs, then he dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the purple strap on. Then, he lifts his eyes and they meet with Eileen’s. She sucks in a shaky breath, and can feel her underwear pool at the sight.

Without breaking eye contact, Harry moves up the plastic cock, then licks a fat stripe over the tip. Eileen whimpers.

The corners of his lips quirk up. “Getting a little flustered…honey?”

Eileen huffs, and she reaches down to grab his hair at the back of his head. “You’re talking too much. It’s annoying.” The last thing she wants to do is hurt him, so she doesn’t shove him down. But he obediently opens his mouth wider and sinks down just a little bit, taking the tip into his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, lifting his head up and licking another fat stripe on the tip.

His eyes are glossed over, his cheeks are blushing a beautiful red, and he already looks so out of it.

Eileen’s head falls back on the chair. “I think you did a little more than experiment, darling.”

Harry smirks and hums, before sinking down on the purple cock.

God, each lick and suck goes straight to Eileen’s clit. She swears she can feel his mouth. Her underwear is soaking at this point. She wonders if she could come from this.

When Harry gags around the cock as he pushes himself down, only to leave two inches of the purple cock uncovered, Eileen thinks anything is possible.

She gasps, running her fingers through his hair to push it off his forehead. “Fuck, Harry. Oh, my God.” Her hips subconsciously roll towards his mouth, and Harry stops bobbing his head and lets her for a few moments.

Then he pulls off. “You gonna fuck my mouth then, or what?”

Eileen whimpers again at the sound of his voice. It’s hoarse, deeper than ever, and it’s so fucking hot. She wants to wreck his pretty throat.

Her hand moves to his cheek, gently cupping it before she starts to carefully thrust her hips up. After a few thrusts, Harry gets impatient.

He pulls off the toy. “I’m not a fucking virgin, Eileen. Fuck, my, mouth.”

God, he’s so fucking irritating. Eileen opens her eyes and gives the ceiling a deadpanned look before her hand returns to his hair. Her other hand grabs his chin and forces his mouth open. She tilts his head back, and stands up.

Harry understands why she looked so fucked out when he was above her. The look she’s giving him now isn’t gentle, nor is it sweet. She looks properly irritated. A spark of arousal erupts in his stomach and travels up his spine. He wants her to wreck his throat.

He sticks his tongue flat out just in time for her to ram the purple cock into his mouth. His hands reach up and grip her thighs, the skin bulging around his right grip.

He makes a little gagging noise every time her cock hits the back of his throat. It goes straight to Eileen’s clit.

God, she’s for sure going to come like this. Harry’s just taking it, letting her grab his hair and hold him in place as she uses him like a toy.

She lets out a moan when Harry’s eyes connect with hers. They’re teary and a little red, but he doesn’t tap out, even when the tears leak down his cheeks.

“So beautiful, Harry, fuck.” She throws her head back, thrusting erratically into his mouth.

When he lets out a particularly loud whine, she quickly looks down to find his eyes fluttering shut. She notices his body moving, and realizes he’s pulled his cock back out and is fucking into his hand.

Her hand grabs his chin again and she yanks him off her cock. A trail of spit connects his gaping mouth to the purple strap on. He gasps for breath, looking up at Eileen with wet eyes and an even wetter mouth.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” she asks lowly, her grip tightening around his chin.

“Honey. Honey, please–“

His voice. It’s wrecked. It cracks as he begs for her approval.

Eileen aggressively swipes her thumb along his mouth. His tongue peeks out and gives it a sensual lick. His lips wrap around it for a small, sucking kiss.

“No.”

As usual, Eileen gets tired of the dominate character. It’s hot–so fucking hot when she takes control like this, but every single time, the act disappears before they even finish.

She whimpers, cupping his cheeks with both hands. Her thighs tremble. “Harry, darling, I love you so much. You’re gonna make me come, I swear.” She lets out another whimper. “Oh, God. Oh, Harry. I think I’m gonna–”

Eileen almost collapses, but just barely manages to hold herself up as she comes. Harry doesn’t even notice, too busy gagging around the purple cock as he comes all over his pants.

When Eileen pulls the cock out of his mouth, Harry follows, leaning forward and pressing his face against her thigh. Even as he’s gasping for breath, he lifts his head and sucks a kiss into the meaty part of her thigh.

“Did you just–”

“Did you seriously–”

Eileen is silent for a moment, then, “You came?”

Harry lifts his head and glares up at her. “Don’t act like I’m the only one.” To prove his point, he reaches up into her underwear and slides a single finger into her wet pussy. It clenches around his digit, and he pulls his finger out to shove it into his mouth.

“Yeah, but–you weren’t even touching yourself!”

He sends her another glare. “And I was actually sucking on your fucking clit. You came from me sucking on the strap on.”