🍉🏠Harry's Watermelon House🏠🍉

You close the bathroom door gently, like you’re being respectful of it.

You change out of your work clothes and into something comfortable, an oversized shirt and soft pants, the kind of clothes that feel like permission to stop performing for the day. Then you climb onto the bed, settling back against pillows that are somehow both firm and impossibly soft, and pull your knees up and stare at the ceiling for a moment.

The room hums quietly around you.

Outside the windows the city carries on, indifferent and beautiful, and somewhere one floor above you Harry Styles is presumably doing whatever Harry Styles does at the end of a day like this. Answering emails probably. Taking calls. Existing with the same effortless calm he brings to everything while you lie here on an eight hundred thread count pillow trying to process the fact that you said okay on a plane this afternoon and meant it.

You reach for your phone.

Mia answers before the second ring even finishes.

“I’ve been waiting for this call for three hours,” she says immediately. “Tell me everything.”

You let out a long breath and close your eyes. “Mia.”

“No,” she says. “Start talking. Right now. I want all of it.”

You shift against the pillows and stare up at the ceiling and try to figure out where to even begin. “Okay,” you say slowly. “So you know how I said this trip was going to be fine and professional and completely manageable?”

“Yes.”

“It was not fine and professional and completely manageable.”

A sharp inhale on the other end of the line. “What happened?”

“He cornered me on the plane,” you say. “Not in a scary way. Just in a very calm, very him way where he basically said we’re going to talk and I literally could not go anywhere because we were thirty thousand feet in the air.”

“Oh my god,” Mia breathes.

“And then he just—” you pause, trying to find the right words. “He asked me why he makes me nervous. And I tried to say I didn’t know and he told me that was a lie. He said this whole job is built on trust and honesty and he wasn’t going to let me sit there and pretend.”

“He called you out.”

“He called me out completely,” you say. “He told me he sees the way I look at him. He knew I was checking him out at the interview. He knew I looked at his hand for a wedding ring.”

There is a sound from Mia that is somewhere between a shriek and a laugh. “He did not.”

“He absolutely did. He told me to cut the shit, literally.”

“I love him,” Mia says.

“Mia.”

“Sorry, sorry. Keep going. What did you say?”

You pull the corner of the duvet over your legs and stare at a fixed point on the ceiling. “I admitted it. I told him he makes me nervous and that I think about the kiss and that—” you stop for a second, feeling the heat rise in your face even though you’re alone in a hotel room. “I told him he makes me nervous in a way that pretty much makes me extremely turned on.”

Dead silence.

Then, “You said that. Out loud. To your boss. On a plane.”

“On a plane,” you confirm.

Mia makes a noise that sounds like she’s pressing her face into a pillow. “What did he do?”

“He laughed,” you say. “Not in a mean way. Just like he was—I don’t know. Like he was relieved almost. And then he said—” you pause again, and even just recounting it makes something warm move through your chest. “He said he can’t stop thinking about the kiss. About the way I fell into his lap. About how my lips tasted. He said it’s been driving him mad.”

“Stop,” Mia whispers. “Stop the car. He said that.”

“Word for word.”

“And you’re alive? You didn’t just dissolve into the seat?”

“I almost did,” you admit. “And then he asked what we were going to do about it and he said—” you shift against the pillows, looking back out at the city lights through the window. “He said this could work out really well for me. He talked about his life. The travel and the places he goes and all of it. And he said let me treat you. Let me take care of you.”

Mia is quiet for a moment, and when she speaks again her voice is softer. “What did you say?”

You look up at the ceiling, at the warm light of the room, at the impossible softness of everything around you that feels nothing like your cracked bathroom tile or your check engine light or the life you drove away from this morning.

“I said okay,” you tell her quietly.

Another silence, longer this time.

“Okay,” Mia repeats slowly, like she’s testing the weight of it. “Just like that.”

“Just like that.”

“And how do you feel about it?” she asks. “Like actually feel. Not the panicked version. The real version.”

You think about it for a second, genuinely think about it, lying there in the middle of a hotel bed in a city that isn’t yours while the world glitters outside the windows.

“Terrified,” you say honestly. “But also like maybe this is one of those things that happens once and you either say yes or you spend the rest of your life wondering what if.”

Mia exhales slowly. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“He put his hand on my back when we got off the plane,” you add quietly, almost to yourself. “Just to guide me down the steps. And it was such a small thing but I felt it everywhere.”

Mia makes a soft sound. “You’re in so much trouble.”

“I know.”

“The good kind though,” she says. “I think. Hopefully.”

“Hopefully,” you agree.

You both sit with that for a moment, the line quiet between you, and outside your window the city continues its indifferent glittering and somewhere above you on the ninth floor Harry is probably completely calm and composed and not lying on his bed staring at the ceiling at all.

Or maybe he is.

You’re starting to think you don’t know as much about what goes on underneath his surface as you thought you did.

“What happens tomorrow?” Mia asks.

“Meeting at nine,” you say. “Professional. Work trip. Everything normal.”

“And after the meeting?”

You smile slightly at the ceiling. “I genuinely have no idea.”

“That’s either very exciting or very terrifying.”

“Both,” you say. “Definitely both.”

Mia laughs softly. “Call me tomorrow night?”

“Obviously.”

“And for what it’s worth,” she says, “I think you deserve nice things. I think you deserve someone who wants to give them to you. So just—let yourself have this, okay? You don’t have to talk yourself out of everything good that happens to you.”

Your chest tightens at that in a way that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with the fact that she knows you well enough to say exactly the right thing.

“Okay,” you say softly.

“Okay,” she echoes, and you can hear the smile in it.

You hang up a few minutes later and lie there in the quiet, the phone resting against your chest, the city glowing outside the windows, the room warm and still around you.

You think about tomorrow. About the meeting and the professional distance you’ll maintain and the way you’ll have to be his assistant in a room full of people who don’t know anything changed on a plane this afternoon.

You think about the hand on your back.

About okay.

About let me take care of you.

You reach over and turn off the lamp on the nightstand, and the room goes soft and dark, the city light coming through the windows casting everything in a gentle glow.

You close your eyes.

For the first time in a week, you fall asleep almost immediately.

You wake up all at once.

No slow drift back to consciousness, no peaceful transition between sleeping and awake. Just darkness and then suddenly your eyes are open and your heart is beating too fast and you lie there for a second trying to figure out what pulled you out of sleep so abruptly.

Nothing. No sound. No bad dream you can remember. Just your own restless brain deciding that two hours was apparently enough and it had other things it wanted to do with the night.

You look at your phone.

12:43 AM.

You drop it back onto the nightstand and stare at the ceiling.

The room is quiet in that particular way hotel rooms are quiet, a dense, insulated silence that feels different from the quiet of your apartment. No neighbor walking overhead. No pipes. No familiar creaks that your brain has learned to sleep through. Just the soft hum of the climate control and the distant, muffled sound of the city far below.

You shift onto your side and close your eyes again.

Nothing happens.

You shift onto your back.

Still nothing.

You look at the ceiling.

The city light coming through the gap in the curtains draws a thin gold line across the room, and you lie there following it with your eyes while your brain slowly fills up with the one thing you’ve been trying all week to keep out of it.

Him.

It starts small. Practical almost. You think about the meeting tomorrow and whether you remembered to confirm the room setup, and then your brain drifts sideways to the way he looked in that meeting back home, leaning forward, asking questions nobody else in the room was sharp enough to ask, and then suddenly you’re not thinking about the meeting at all.

You’re thinking about the tattoos.

You’ve been thinking about the tattoos since the elevator, if you’re being honest with yourself. The way they appeared when he rolled up his sleeves, dark ink against warm skin, something completely unexpected in the context of everything else you’d seen of him. There’s something about the contrast of it that you can’t stop turning over in your mind. The polished, composed executive on the outside and then underneath the cufflinks and the dress shirts, all of that.

You think about the way he smells. You’ve been close enough to notice it more than once now and you’ve filed it away without meaning to, the way it’s clean without being sharp, something warm underneath it that you couldn’t name but would recognize immediately. You noticed it in the elevator. In the car. When he leaned over your desk that first week to point at your computer screen and you had to actively concentrate on the words he was saying instead of the proximity of him.

You stare at the ceiling and acknowledge, in the privacy of a dark hotel room at twelve forty three in the morning, that you want him.

Not in the vague, this is probably a bad idea way you’ve been framing it all week. Not in the careful, professionally acknowledged way you admitted it on the plane this afternoon. But in a real, specific, this is taking up significant space in my brain way that you haven’t let yourself sit with until right now.

You think about the kiss.

You’ve been thinking about the kiss since it happened but you’ve been doing it in a controlled way, examining it quickly and then putting it back down before it could become overwhelming. But lying here in the dark with nowhere to be and nothing to do and two hours of sleep sitting uselessly behind you, you let yourself actually think about it.

The way it started soft. Almost careful. Like he was giving you room.

The way it didn’t stay that way.

The way your hand moved into his hair without you deciding to do it, just moved there, like it already knew where it wanted to go.

You close your eyes and press them shut and exhale slowly through your nose.

This is not helping you sleep.

You roll onto your side and look at the curtains, at the thin line of gold light coming through the gap, and you think about the fact that he’s one floor above you right now. Just one floor. In a room that probably looks like this one, or maybe a bigger version of it, because he’s Harry and of course his room is bigger.

You wonder if he’s asleep.

You wonder if he’s lying awake too, calm and composed as always, his brain already three steps into tomorrow while yours is completely useless, spiraling through the memory of his hands and his cologne and the quiet certainty in his voice when he said let me take care of you like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You wonder what it would actually look like. Being taken care of by someone like him. Not the travel and the restaurants and the things he was describing on the plane, but the quieter version of it. What it would feel like to be the person he comes home to. To be the one he talks to at the end of the day, the real version, not the polished executive version but the one you saw glimpses of on the couch in his office. The one who got locked in a bathroom at twenty three and still answered emails through the door. The one who said it gets lonely in a way I didn’t expect with enough honesty that it sat in the room for a full minute after he said it.

You want that version of him.

That might be the most honest thought you’ve had since you started this job.

You lie there with it for a while, the ceiling unchanging above you, the city glowing quietly outside, your heart doing something slow and complicated in your chest that doesn’t feel like the nervous flutter from before.

This feels heavier than that.

This feels like something you’re not going to be able to talk yourself out of even if you wanted to.

And lying here at twelve forty three in a hotel room one floor below him, you’re starting to think you don’t want to anymore.

You lie there for another twenty minutes convincing yourself you’re about to fall back asleep.

You’re not falling back asleep.

You stare at the ceiling until you can’t anymore and then you throw the covers back and sit on the edge of the bed, your feet finding the thick carpet, your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands. The room is warm and quiet and the city glows through the curtain gap and none of it is enough to slow your brain down or talk it into something sensible.

You get up.

You don’t have a plan. You’re not making a decision. You’re just standing up because lying in that bed for another four hours with your own thoughts sounds genuinely unbearable, and your feet are already carrying you toward the desk before you’ve fully committed to anything.

The hotel folder is sitting where you left it when you checked in, tucked neatly beside the notepad with the hotel’s name embossed at the top. You flip it open and scan the papers inside without really knowing what you’re looking for, the check in confirmation, the amenities guide, the room service menu.

And then a folded slip of paper near the back.

You open it.

It’s from the front desk. A standard note included with the booking, names and room numbers listed for the reservation. Professional. Logistical. The kind of thing you’d file away without thinking about it in any other context.

His name.

Room 912.

You stand there holding the paper for a moment, the number sitting in your head like it’s settling somewhere permanent.

912.

One floor up.

You set the paper down carefully and stand very still in the middle of the room for a second, the city glowing quietly outside the windows, the room warm and still around you.

Then you go to your bag and pull out your sweatshirt, the oversized grey one you packed for sleeping in, and you pull it over your head and tug it down. It doesn’t exactly transform your soft pants and bare feet into something respectable but it makes you feel marginally less like you’re about to do something completely reckless.

You look at yourself in the mirror on the wardrobe door.

You look like a person who woke up at midnight and is about to make a questionable decision.

Which is accurate.

You pick up your room key from the nightstand and stand there holding it for a second, your brain making one last attempt to talk you into something sensible. You have a meeting in eight hours. You barely know him. This is your job. This is your actual career and you worked hard to get here and walking up to the ninth floor in bare feet at one in the morning is not the behavior of someone who takes that seriously.

You know all of that.

You go anyway.

The hallway is empty and quiet, the carpet muffling your bare feet as you walk toward the elevator. The lighting is low at this hour, that specific late night dimness that makes everything feel slightly outside of normal time, like the regular rules don’t quite apply the same way they do in daylight.

You press the button and stand there waiting, your arms crossed loosely over your sweatshirt, your heart already beating faster than it should be for someone who is technically just going for a walk.

The elevator arrives with a soft chime and you get in and press nine and watch the doors close on your own reflection in the polished metal. A girl in an oversized sweatshirt with her hair loose and her feet bare going to knock on her boss’s hotel room door at one in the morning. You look slightly unhinged. You might be slightly unhinged.

The elevator slows and opens onto the ninth floor and you step out into a hallway that looks almost identical to yours. You look both ways. Empty. You start walking, reading the numbers as you pass. 904. 906. 908. 910.

You stop.

912 is right in front of you.

You stand there looking at the door and all of the very reasonable thoughts that should have occurred to you forty minutes ago decide to show up now all at once. It’s one in the morning. He might be asleep. He is probably asleep. You have a meeting in eight hours and you’re standing barefoot in a hotel hallway in a sweatshirt because you couldn’t stop thinking about his tattoos and the way he smells and the way okay felt sitting in your chest on that plane like something finally settling into the right place.

You take one step back.

Then stop.

Think about the ceiling of your room and the four remaining hours until your alarm and the way he said let me take care of you like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You lift your hand and knock before you can take another step backward.

Three soft knocks.

And then silence.

You stand there in the quiet hallway with your heart in your throat and nothing happens. No sound from inside. No movement. No light appearing under the door. Just the hum of the hallway and the distant sound of the elevator somewhere behind you and your own heartbeat which is embarrassingly loud in your ears.

Five seconds.

Ten.

“This is so stupid,” you whisper to yourself, and you mean it completely. This is genuinely so stupid. You take a step back and then another, already half turning toward the elevator, already composing the story you’ll tell yourself tomorrow about how you almost did something reckless but came to your senses in time, already planning the very long shower you’re going to take while you convince yourself this never happened.

Then you hear it.

The soft sound of the latch.

You freeze.

The door opens.

And there he is.

You don’t say anything because your brain stops working completely and immediately.

He’s in a pair of shorts, low on his hips, and nothing else. No shirt. No composed executive armor. Just him, standing in the doorway with his hair slightly disheveled and his eyes adjusting to the hallway light, looking like he was awake but only barely.

And the tattoos.

All of them.

You knew about his forearms. You’d catalogued those already over the past two weeks, filed them away in the part of your brain that was supposed to be strictly professional. But this is different. This is the full picture. Two swallows spread across his chest, wings open, dark and striking against his skin. The butterfly large and impossibly detailed across his stomach, so much bigger than you would have expected, the kind of thing that demands your full attention and gets it without apology. The laurel leaves curving low across his abdomen just above the waistband of his shorts, dark and elegant, framing everything above them. His arms covered from shoulder to wrist, layered and overlapping, a heart, a cross, images you can’t fully read from here but want to take your time with.

You are staring.

You know you’re staring and you cannot stop.

Your mouth has gone completely dry.

He blinks at you, taking you in slowly, the sweatshirt and the bare feet and whatever expression is currently on your face that you have absolutely no control over. Something shifts in his eyes when he realizes it’s you, something that moves from surprise into something warmer and more knowing.

“Can I help—”

You close the distance between you and press your lips to his.

Hard.

Not careful. Not tentative. Nothing like the kiss in his office which started soft and worked its way into something else. This one starts exactly where that one ended, your hands coming up to his face, his stubble rough against your palms, your lips on his with all the intention of someone who has been awake for an hour in a dark hotel room making a decision she is completely done second guessing.

For one half second he doesn’t move.

Just long enough that the back of your brain starts to panic.

And then his hands find your waist and he kisses you back and any remaining piece of sensible thought you had left dissolves completely.

He steps back from the doorway and takes you with him, his hands firm at your waist, and the door swings shut behind you with a soft click that sounds impossibly final in the quiet of the room.

And then your back is against it.

The wood is cool through your sweatshirt and he is the opposite of cool, warm and solid and close in a way that makes every rational thought you have left evaporate instantly. His hands are on either side of your face now and he kisses you like he’s been thinking about this too, like the last week of careful professional distance has been costing him just as much as it’s been costing you.

You kiss him back just as hard.

Your hands find the back of his neck and pull him closer like there’s somehow not enough of him yet, like the distance between you even now is still too much. You can feel the ink under your fingertips where your hands slide to his shoulders, the raised and smooth planes of everything you spent an hour lying awake thinking about, and it’s so much better than thinking about it.

He makes a low sound against your mouth when you pull him closer and something about that sound does things to you that you are not prepared for.

His hands slide down from your face to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sweatshirt, and he kisses you slower now, deeper, like he’s made a decision and he’s in no hurry about it. Like he has all night and he intends to use it.

You think distantly, in the very back of your brain, about the meeting tomorrow morning.

And then he tilts his head and kisses you again and you stop thinking about the meeting entirely.

You pull back just enough to breathe, your forehead dropping against his, both of you catching your breath in the small charged space between you. His hands are still on your waist, warm and unhurried, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours.

The room behind him is dark except for the city light coming through the curtains, the same gold glow from your room one floor below, and it casts everything in soft shadow. His eyes find yours in the dim light and there’s something in them that makes your chest feel tight in the best possible way.

“You came upstairs,” he says quietly, and his voice is low and rough in a way that is completely different from the boardroom version of him, from the elevator version, from every version you’ve been carefully cataloguing and filing away for two weeks.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you say, like that explains everything.

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “No?”

“No,” you admit.

He studies you for a second, his thumb tracing a slow absent line along your waist through the fabric of your sweatshirt, and the simplicity of the gesture makes your breath catch more than the kiss did somehow.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, and he already knows the answer, you can tell by the quiet certainty in his voice, but he wants to hear you say it.

You look at him in the dim gold light of the room, his hair disheveled, his chest covered in ink, his hands warm on your waist, and you decide you are done being careful about this.

“You,” you say simply.

He kisses you again before the word has fully settled in the air between you.

He walks you backward through the dark room slowly, his lips never leaving yours, one hand at your waist and one coming up to push your hair gently back from your face like he wants to see you even in the dark. You move with him without thinking about it, your feet finding the carpet, your whole body oriented entirely toward him in a way that feels completely natural and slightly terrifying.

The backs of your knees find the edge of the bed.

You sit down and look up at him for just a second, the city light catching the lines of his face, the ink on his chest, the steady way he’s looking at you like you’re something he’s been patient about for long enough.

Then you lay back and take him with you.

He comes down over you, catching his weight on his forearms, and for a moment he just looks at you in the low light with an expression that makes your heart do something complicated and slow in your chest. Not rushed. Not urgent. Just looking at you like he wants to remember this part too.

You reach up and slide your hands into his hair.

It’s soft. Softer than you expected, which you didn’t think was possible to notice right now but you notice it anyway, your fingers curling into it gently and then not so gently, pulling him down toward you.

He makes a sound low in his throat.

Something quiet and involuntary, barely there, but you feel it everywhere.

It does something to you that you have absolutely no framework for. Something immediate and overwhelming that starts in your chest and moves outward until your whole body feels like it’s been rewired. You tighten your fingers in his hair almost without meaning to and he makes the sound again, and this time there’s nothing left of the sensible, professional, carefully composed version of you that has been sitting at that desk for two weeks trying to act normal.

She’s gone.

There’s just this.

The weight of him. The heat of his skin. The low steady rhythm of his breathing that matches the frantic beat of yours. His forearms bracket your head and when you look up at him he is watching you like he is memorizing every shift in your expression.

His mouth finds yours again, slower this time, deeper, like he is settling in. One of his hands slides down your side, under the hem of your sweatshirt, palm warm against the bare skin of your stomach. You arch into the touch without meaning to and he smiles against your lips. Small. Knowing.

“Easy,” he murmurs, voice rough at the edges. “We have got time.”

You do not trust yourself to answer with words, so you pull him down again instead, kissing him harder, your legs parting just enough for him to settle between them. The press of his body against yours is overwhelming in the best way. Already half hard through his shorts. Your hands explore the planes of his chest and shoulders, the warmth of his skin, the unexpected textures you have wondered about for days.

He kisses along your jaw, down the side of your neck, open mouthed and unhurried. When he reaches the collar of your sweatshirt he tugs it gently.

“Can I?”

You nod, already lifting your arms to help him pull it off, then your shirt beneath it. Cool air hits your skin for half a second before his mouth is back on you, tracing your collarbone, the swell of your breast, the sensitive peak of your nipple. The sound you make is embarrassingly needy. He hums in response, the vibration traveling straight through you.

His hand slips lower, fingers brushing the waistband of your soft pants. He pauses there, eyes lifting to yours in the near dark.

“Yes?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you breathe. No hesitation left.

He peels the pants down your legs along with your underwear, slow enough that you feel every inch of fabric sliding away. Then you are bare under him and his gaze drags over you like he has been waiting for this view specifically. The city light paints silver and gold across your skin and he follows it with his mouth. Down your stomach, across your hip, the inside of your thigh. He settles between your legs like he belongs there, shoulders broad, hair falling messily over his forehead.

He looks up at you once, eyes dark and steady, like he is making sure you are still with him.

Then he leans in and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your center.

Your head falls back against the pillow with a broken sound. He does it again, firmer, tongue flat and warm, savoring. One of his hands spreads your thigh wider, the other resting low on your stomach, thumb stroking soothing circles like he knows exactly how overwhelming this is. He finds your clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue, gentle at first, then with more intent when your hips jerk toward his mouth.

“Fuck. Harry,” you gasp, one hand flying down to thread through his hair.

He makes that low sound again, the one that vibrates against you and makes your toes curl. He licks into you like he is learning you, like he has all night to figure out exactly what makes your breath catch and your thighs tremble. When he sucks your clit gently between his lips your back arches clean off the bed. He presses you back down with the hand on your stomach, holding you there while he works you open with his tongue.

It is too much and not enough all at once. The wet heat of his mouth, the slight scrape of stubble against your sensitive skin, the way he groans softly like he is enjoying this as much as you are. Maybe more. Your fingers tighten in his hair and he responds by sliding one finger inside you, curling it just right, then another. The stretch is perfect. The rhythm is devastating.

You are panting, hips rolling against his face in tiny helpless movements you cannot stop. He does not seem to mind. If anything he encourages it, hooking your thigh over his shoulder to get deeper, tongue and fingers working together in a slick, relentless rhythm that has you spiraling fast.

“Look at me,” he murmurs against you, the words vibrating right where you need them most.

You force your eyes open and the sight of him between your legs nearly undoes you on its own. He holds your gaze as he sucks harder on your clit, fingers pressing that spot inside you again and again, and the coil in your belly snaps without warning.

You come hard, thighs clamping around his shoulders, a broken moan tearing out of you that you do not even try to muffle. He keeps going, gentling you through it with slow licks and soft kisses until the aftershocks fade and you are trembling under him, boneless and dazed.

Only then does he kiss his way back up your body, slow and reverent, tasting like you. When he reaches your mouth he kisses you deep and lazy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His hand strokes soothingly up and down your side.

“You are beautiful when you fall apart,” he whispers against your lips, voice low and warm. “Been thinking about that sound.”

You laugh breathlessly, still floating, and pull him closer. Your hand slides down his chest, heading lower with clear intent.

He catches your wrist gently, pressing a kiss to the inside of it.

“Not yet,” he says, eyes bright even in the dark. “I’m not done taking care of you.”

You lie there under him, still catching your breath, the aftershocks moving through your body in slow waves. He stays right where he is, warm and solid above you, one hand stroking slow lines up and down your side like he has nowhere else to be. The gentleness of it makes something twist deep in your chest. He just gave you everything without asking for a single thing in return. Without hesitation. And you’re lying here bare and trembling while he is still hard against your thigh, patient as always, like taking care of you is enough.

It feels unfair. It feels like too much one way.

You shift beneath him and slide your hand down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, not stopping this time. Your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his shorts and wrap around him. He is hot and heavy in your palm. The sharp inhale he gives sends a spark through you.

You look up at him in the dim gold light from the window.

“Let me,” you whisper. Your voice is still rough from earlier. “Please. I want to take care of you too.”

He catches your wrist gently and lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His eyes are dark but steady in the near dark of the room.

“Not tonight,” he says quietly. “This was for you. Let me keep taking care of you.”

The refusal only sharpens the ache in your chest. You push up on your elbows, leaning in to kiss him. It is messy and urgent, your free hand still reaching for him, still trying.

“Please, Harry,” you murmur against his mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this too. About you. I want to make you feel good. I need to.”

He groans softly, forehead resting against yours. His hand tightens around your wrist but there is no real force in it. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” You kiss him again, deeper, then pull back just enough to meet his eyes. Your voice drops, almost pleading now. “But I want to. Let me. Please let me taste you.”

Something shifts in his expression. The careful control cracks just a little. He searches your face for a long moment, like he is looking for any sign that you are only saying it to be polite. You hold his gaze, letting him see exactly how much you mean it, how badly you want this too.

Finally he exhales, slow and shaky, and releases your wrist.

“You are going to kill me,” he says, voice low.

You smile, small and a little triumphant, and push gently at his chest until he rolls onto his back. You follow, settling between his legs, your hands sliding up his thighs. His shorts come off easily. You take him in fully then, hard and flushed, and the sight of him like this in the soft city light makes heat pool low in your belly again.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to the tip before taking him into your mouth. He curses under his breath, one hand coming to rest lightly in your hair. You start slow, exploring him with your tongue, learning the weight and the taste of him. When you take him deeper he groans, fingers flexing but not pushing, letting you set the pace.

You want to give him everything he just gave you. You hollow your cheeks and move over him, one hand working what you cannot reach. The sounds he makes are quiet but devastating. Low rumbles in his chest, your name breathed out like something sacred. You look up at him through your lashes and find him watching you, eyes heavy lidded, lips parted. The eye contact makes you moan around him.

You lose yourself in it. The rhythm. The warmth of him on your tongue. The way his breathing grows ragged above you. You want him to fall apart the way you did. You want to be the reason.

He warns you when he is close, voice strained. “Love, I am… if you do not want…”

You do not pull away. You take him deeper instead, and with a low groan he comes, hips twitching, hand gentle in your hair the whole time. You stay with him through it, swallowing, until he is spent and breathing hard.

Only then do you pull off, pressing one last soft kiss to his hip before crawling back up his body. He pulls you against him immediately, arms wrapping around you, mouth finding yours in a slow, grateful kiss.

“You do not have to do that,” he murmurs against your lips, but there is a smile in his voice now, warm and unguarded.

“I wanted to,” you say simply. You settle against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow, the city still glowing quietly outside the window. “I wanted all of it.”

He strokes your back, quiet for a moment. The room feels softer around you now, the thick carpet, the heavy curtains, the distant hum of the city far below. You lie there tangled together in the quiet, his skin warm against yours, and for the first time all night your thoughts feel still.

You wake up slowly.

Not all at once the way you did last night. This time it’s gradual, warmth first, then the unfamiliar weight of an arm around your waist, then the soft sounds of a city still mostly asleep filtering through heavy curtains. For a few seconds you just lie there, not quite conscious enough to think, just existing in the warmth and the quiet and the particular feeling of being held by someone while you sleep.

Then your brain catches up.

Your eyes open.

The room is grey and gold in the early morning light, that specific hour before the sun fully commits to rising, everything soft edged and still. You stare at the ceiling for a second, taking inventory. His room. His bed. His arm draped warm and heavy over your waist, his breathing slow and even behind you.

You lie very still.

His chest rises and falls against your back in the steady rhythm of someone deeply asleep, and you become aware of every point of contact between you with sudden, acute clarity. The warmth of his skin. The slight tuck of his knees behind yours. The way his arm holds you without gripping, easy even in sleep, like this is just where you belong.

It feels dangerously good.

You look at your phone on the nightstand. 6:47 AM.

The meeting is at nine.

You close your eyes for one more second, just one, letting yourself stay exactly here in the grey morning quiet with his arm around you and the city waking up somewhere below. You let yourself have it. The full weight of it. How unexpectedly right it feels to be lying here.

Then you move.

Carefully. Slowly. You lift his arm by the wrist, barely breathing, and slide out from underneath it, setting it back down gently against the mattress. He shifts slightly and your heart stops, but his breathing stays even and deep and after a moment he stills again, one hand curling loosely against the sheets where you just were.

You find your sweatshirt on the floor near the door where it landed last night and pull it over your head, then your soft pants, then stand there for a second making sure you have everything. Phone. Room key. Whatever is left of your composure.

You look back at him once.

He’s on his stomach now, face turned away from you, one arm stretched across the space you just vacated. The sheets sit low on his back and you can see the ink across his arms and you stand there for approximately three seconds longer than you should before you make yourself look away.

You let yourself out as quietly as you can, pulling the door shut behind you with a barely audible click, and then you’re standing in the empty hallway in your bare feet at six forty seven in the morning with nowhere to be for two more hours.

You take the elevator back down to your floor.

You shower. You do your hair. You do your makeup with the focused precision of someone who needs the routine to feel normal again, who needs the familiar steps of foundation and mascara and the particular red lip you save for days when you need to feel like you have your life together. You put on the most professional outfit you packed. The structured blazer. The tailored trousers. The heels that make you feel competent and composed and not at all like a person who snuck out of her boss’s hotel room an hour ago.

You go downstairs at eight fifty five and take a seat in the lobby, crossing your legs and pulling out your phone like you’ve been here for hours and everything is completely fine.

You check the meeting details. You review your notes. You respond to two emails that don’t really need responses yet just to have something to do with your hands.

At nine exactly the elevator opens.

You look up and there he is.

Dressed impeccably, jacket on, the composed executive version fully assembled. He crosses the lobby toward you and you stand, smoothing your blazer, arranging your face into something professional and neutral.

His eyes find yours as he gets closer and something moves through them. Not the warm knowing look from last night. Something quieter than that. More controlled.

“Morning,” he says.

“Morning,” you say. “Car’s outside. Meeting room is confirmed for nine thirty, I have the contact details for everyone attending and the agenda is in your email.”

“Sleep okay?” he asks, and the way he says it is perfectly neutral. The kind of question anyone would ask. The kind that has nothing behind it unless you know that it does.

“Fine,” you say, matching his tone exactly. “You?”

He looks at you for just a second, something moving briefly across his expression before he controls it.

“Better before six forty seven,” he says quietly.

The words land directly in the center of your chest and stay there.

You don’t say anything because there is nothing to say to that, no professional response, no deflection that doesn’t feel inadequate, so you just nod once and turn toward the door and he follows and the driver opens it and you slide in and he gets in beside you and the door closes.

And the silence in the back seat is immediately different from yesterday’s silence.

Yesterday’s was easy. Companionable. Full of things that felt good.

This one has an edge to it.

You look at your phone and pretend to review something. He looks out the window, one arm resting against the door, his jaw set in a way you’ve seen before. The way it looks in meetings when something isn’t going the way he wants it to. The way it looked on that phone call you overheard his first week when he said that’s not what we agreed on and meant every word of it.

You clear your throat softly. “I thought we could go over the agenda on the way if you want to—”

“I’ve read the agenda,” he says.

Not unkind. Not sharp. Just clipped in a way that is somehow worse than either of those things.

You look back at your phone.

The car moves through the morning streets and the silence stretches and you sit there in your professional armor feeling it press against you from the inside.

“Harry,” you say quietly.

He doesn’t look at you immediately. He keeps his eyes on the window for a second before turning, and his expression is composed but there’s something underneath it that he’s not quite hiding.

“You left,” he says simply.

“I needed to get ready,” you say.

“You had two hours.”

“I know but I thought—”

“You didn’t want to be there when I woke up,” he says, and it’s not an accusation exactly. More like a fact he’s decided on and isn’t particularly happy about.

You open your mouth and close it again because he’s not wrong and you both know it.

He looks back out the window.

“It’s fine,” he says, and the way he says it makes it very clear that it isn’t entirely fine, that it’s the kind of fine that means I’ve decided to let this go for now but I haven’t forgotten about it.

You sit there holding your notebook against your chest and stare at the back of the seat in front of you, your chest tight with something you don’t entirely know how to fix.

“I wasn’t running away,” you say after a moment, quietly enough that the driver couldn’t hear it even if he was trying to. “I want you to know that.”

He glances at you then, something shifting slightly in his expression.

“Weren’t you?” he asks, just as quietly.

The question sits between you for the rest of the drive and you don’t have a good answer for it, which is probably an answer in itself. You look out your window and he looks out his and the morning city moves past around the car in that indifferent way cities have, everything continuing as normal, completely unaware that the back seat of this car feels like the most charged space in the world right now.

The car slows as it pulls up to the building and the driver comes around to open the door and Harry steps out first, straightening his jacket, sliding back into the version of himself that walks into rooms like he owns them. You follow, falling into step beside him, your heels clicking against the pavement.

He holds the door open for you without looking at you.

You walk through it.

And somewhere between the lobby and the elevator up to the meeting room you make a quiet decision that has nothing to do with professionalism or boundaries or any of the reasons you’ve been collecting like armor for the past two weeks.

You are not going to run again.

When you met Harry it was the summer of the start of your masters program. You were brand new to town and had taken the recommendation of a few of the students from the previous cohort about some good, local spots you needed to visit. One of these places happened to be a brewery in the heart of the Arts District in Downtown LA, Styles’ Brewing Co.. You’d moved down to LA one month before the semester at USC started and you hadn’t really made friends yet so you decided to just go and check the place out. Worse case scenario you didn’t meet anyone cool and just enjoy the pleasure of your own company. It was a Tuesday evening when you’d strolled in. The sun was setting soon and despite the slight breeze, it was still quite hot so you were glad you’d decided on wearing a dress. And when you got up to the business, you smiled at the funky, little bar. The decor inside was like 70’s post modern theme, it instantly put a smile on your face. It was nice and cool inside and Al Green was playing over the speakers. There were a handful of people in there already, so you glanced around as you walked up to the register and looked up to the menu.

“Welcome in! If you have any questions about our selection, let me know.” The smooth British voice offered and your eyes glanced down and met the prettiest set of green eyes you’d ever seen.

“Ummm, actually s’my first time here.” You explained and his smile widened, revealing his teeth, the way his two front teeth extended a bit lower than their neighbors gave him a boyish charm though he was clearly older than you. He looked really good though, he had to be like five or six years older.

“Well that’s great! I’m Harry.” He greeted you cheerfully.

“Hello, I’m Y/N.” You said with a friendly smile.

“Well Y/N, are you a beer drinker?”

“Kinda…not really. Sorry.” You confessed a bit bashfully.

“That’s alright.” He chuckled, “Just seeing where you’re at with beer.” He assured you, “I know we have quite a large selection up there. So if you’re not sure where to start or what you might like, we can talk little bit more about your taste and I can give you a little flight of samples so that you can narrow down your options.” He offered and you were pleasantly surprised.

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you!” You smiled, “That’d be great because I am a little out of my depth here. And honestly, I can pay.” You assured him. Just then someone else walked up behind you in the line and he looked past you.

“Hey, H!” One of the person’s behind you greeted him cheerfully and he smiled.

“Hey, guys.”

“Ummm, you can help them first since I’m still figuring it out.”

“That’s kind of you.” He smiled, “Have a seat at the bar and I’ll be with you in just a minute.” He instructed and you nodded and did just that. 

After a couple of minutes he was chatting with you again, asking about what you liked and disliked about beer. What kinds of flavor profiles you gravitated towards, and things of that nature before he pulled the samples for you. He talked you through each one, he even swapped two of them out upon receiving your feedback on the previous ones until finally you found the one. It was the “Sippin’ Pretty”, a guava and elderberry sour. It smelled amazing and tasted even better. When he realized that you were there alone he spent most of his time hanging around, checking in on you. It got a little busier around 8 o’clock, but you were on your second beer by then and just people watching as Harry and another person tended to the customers. Before you knew it you were having your third beer and feeling pretty tipsy. You were giggling at a story Harry was telling you about his friend’s two year old son and nearly knocked over your glass.

“Okay, I’m pretty fucked up.” You giggled again.

“Did you drive?” He asked.

“Yeah…I didn’t plan on being here for more than two hours.” You said and he smiled.

“Let’s get some food in you then. How do sweet potato fries sound?”

“Like the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You said and he chuckled. 

“Alright, I’m gonna put an order in.” He said before hurrying over to the POS system.

You did sober up quite a bit after eating and having a glass of water and you needed to go, you’d been taking a lot of time away from Harry. You flagged him down and he came over to you quickly.

“Thank you for the VIP treatment tonight, Harry. I didn’t know I needed that.” You smiled and he smiled back.

“I’m glad you had a nice visit. Hopefully one of many more?” He inquired.

“Definitely.” You assured with a blissful grin, “I should get out of your hair though, so can I get the bill?” You asked.

“You’re good, love.” He smiled and you pouted.

“Don’t do that. You’ve done so much already, the least I could do is pay.” You insisted, “Besides, wouldn’t want you to get in trouble by comping that much.” You added and he smiled.

“Well, I’m actually the owner so…” He responded smugly and you tutted.

“Well, I believe you’ve just lost your case.” You grinned.

“How’s that?” He asked, perplexed.

“You’re a small business owner, the backbone of the local economy! If the roles were reversed I know there is no way you wouldn’t insist on paying.” You said and he smiled. “Please, Harry.” You insisted.

“Fine. But I’m applying the 15% employee discount.” He said and you grinned as he headed off to the register without allowing you another word in edgewise. You hopped off your seat and went over to the register and paid, giving the 15% back in tip which made him tut as you giggled.

“Thank you, again!” You called as you walked to the door and he smiled and waved as you headed out.

********************

By the end of your first semester, you’d become a regular at the brewery. You had become pretty good friends with Harry. You’d learned that he was 34, so 12 years older than you were. You learned that he’d been engaged but that it ended nearly five years ago. He’d earned a degree in computer science and he’d made a pretty penny when he helped develop some AI program and had sold it and had made a large sum of money from that. So he moved down from the Silicone valley fours years ago to open up this place and it was almost an instant success. He was fucking cool. You had a huge crush on him. Not only was he handsome but he was sweet as can be. 

When he learned that you couldn’t afford to fly home for the holidays, he invited you to his and his friends’ holiday party. And well, on Christmas everything between the two of you changed. Thanks to a very eye-opening kiss under the mistletoe, if you could believe it. He dropped you off at home after the little get-together and as you were saying goodbye you kissed him again and that led to you two making out for half an hour before you finally pulled apart.

“Let me take you out.” He panted before kissing your cheek and you smiled and nodded.

“Yeah.” You agreed with excitement lighting up your eyes. You really liked him, you sincerely thought he didn’t think of you in that way. Particularly because of his age, because in terms of interests and tastes, you had plenty of things in common. Regardless, you were so relieved that he was also into you.

And after that first date, things quickly heated up between the two of you. Despite how great of a catch Harry was, he hadn’t really had tons of dating experience, he’d only had two long-term partners. One during his entire time in high school and the other after he moved to the U.S., the one who he had been engaged with. And they ended things when he resigned from the job in the Silicone Valley. You on the other hand had lots of flings and little things here and there. You were a little reckless with your heart, probably the hedonist in you. But when you and Harry started talking more in depth about where your relationship would go, you learned that he only dated someone when he felt that he could develop big feelings for the person. He was cautious about who he gave his time, affection, and heart to. The fact that he was the way he was - attentive, caring, mature, stable, and wise - well, you started to fall in love with him quickly. 

Your relationship with Harry became serious quite fast, but he insisted that you two wait until you graduated to make moves towards merging your lives even more. He proposed to you over dinner the night before your graduation with your parents and siblings there for it. A few weeks after graduation you moved into his house. The time you didn’t spend together or working, was spent planning the wedding. A year later, you two were married and just relishing in your new life together. 

….THREE YEARS LATER….

You and Harry had now been married for three extraordinary years. It wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but most of the time it was. By now, most of your friends were married too but the biggest difference was that they were already on the baby train. One of your good friends got married because she’d gotten pregnant and the other two had their first kids just a year apart from each other. At first, Harry had baby fever far more than you did but lately there was just something in the air that had you feeling absolutely feral for him. To put it more poetically, you had a need to breed. You were feeling horny every time you were around him. 

Maybe it was the weather that was finally heating up? Or the fact that along with that, Harry would wear more t-shirts at the brewery. You’d get to see him lugging big, heavy boxes of produce or crates of glassware to and from the kitchen and bar, meaning he was constantly showing off his strength. He was so smart and strong and capable, and he was the best husband and partner to you. He gave you everything you wanted and more! So you knew that he could give you the most beautiful babies in the world. And lately, the thought was just ever present. Everything about him had you swooning.

Even now, just the way he would try to reach his big hands into the glasses to dry them properly made your pussy flutter and swell with need. Why were his arms so fucking big? And why did the masskrug look so tiny in his hands? You swear you would soon start to drool if you had to watch him any longer.

“What?” He chuckled as you just watched him from the other side of the bar top.

“N-nothing. Just…watching you. And your…big hands. And big arms.” You smiled and his eyes flickered up to yours and he smirked as he recognized the lustful look in them.

“What about ‘em?”

“Nothing really…just, I don’t know, I’m suddenly very aware of how…strong you are. S’a little distracting.” You shrugged and he hummed.

“Distracting enough that you shouldn’t be the one doing the payroll?” He asked and you giggled.

“Babe, I was an art major…I never should’ve been doing your payroll to begin with.” You joked and he chuckled.

“That’s probably true.” He joked back with a playful little grin as he glanced back down at the glass he was drying.

“You know what I’ve been thinking?” You asked.

“What, my love?” He asked without pulling his eyes from his task.

“I think I’m ready to start trying for a baby.” You said far too nonchalantly. So much so that in response all you heard was the shattering of glass as the masskrug fell to the ground. “Oh shit!” You gasped, “Are you alright?” You asked him and he glanced up at you with a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, love. M’fine. Just…surprised me with that one.” He confessed and you bit your lip to suppress your smile as his eyes bore into yours.

“I’ll get the broom.” You said softly as you prepared to hop off of the stool.

“Hey! No, no, no…don’t scamper off just yet.” He called out, “You can’t just drop a bomb on me like that.” He said with a smirk. You felt your cheeks heating up as the blood rushed up to your face.

“I was going to come back…”

“You want to have a baby?” He asked, bringing the topic back to that.

“I mean…yeah. Of course!” You shrugged.

“What brought this on?” He asked.

“Well…lately I’ve just been really…horny. But it’s more than that… it’s like…I can’t get enough of you. I just want more of you. More of us.” You said and he smiled, “I think that you’d be an amazing father and the idea of you, all handsome and rugged like you are, just caring after such a perfect and tiny little thing…I don’t know, it’s just been doing things to me lately.” You explained and he was smirking smugly at you. “Don’t make fun.” You mumbled and he shook his head.

“Of course not, my love.” He assured you, “I’m just glad you’ve finally come around.” He said and you rolled your eyes. Considering you were the young one here, you wanted to wait so that you could enjoy your marriage for a bit and have time to get your lives together before starting on a family. “But how do I know you’re not gonna change your mind? I know that you wanted to enjoy us for a while before we considered starting a family.”

“Well, it’s been three years…we’ve traveled, your business has grown, I’ve had my own exhibit like I wanted to…” you pointed out, “I mean, trying means just that, trying. It could take a few attempts and I’m ready to start if you’re…you know, also ready for that.” You said with a placid smile.

“Yeah, okay.” He said with a boyish grin adorning his face. “Should we make an appointment with your doctor?”

“Mmm…I say we do it the old fashioned way.” You said with a suggestive tone and he chuckled, “Just…go at it every chance we get until we get lucky.” You shrugged and he chuckled.

“Baby, as lovely and tempting as that sounds, I have work.” He reminded you and you grinned.

“Well based on the numbers I’m seeing here, you can afford to hire someone else.” You added and he chuckled.

“That’s how bad you want it?”

“Yes.” You responded quickly and he smiled.

“Alright, my love. Your wish is my command.” He assured and you smirked, “Damn it…” he mumbled.

“What?” You asked with a small frown.

“Now I’m hard.” He admitted and you grinned. “Though…the thought of getting you pregnant always makes me hard so…” he chuckled.

“Then do something about it.” You taunted and he chuckled. “I’m serious.”

“Right now?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Seize the moment.” You smiled.

“Baby…” he said, looking quite tortured and you just smiled at him.

“Come here.” You said and he came around the bar. You twirled around in the stool when he was before you, “I stopped taking my birth control two weeks ago…” you informed enticingly.

“You did?” he asked as he leaned down and you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Mmhm.” You confirmed. “Please, fuck me.” You requested.

“Here?!” He chuckled nervously and you nodded.

“I’m your wife, yeah?” You asked and he nodded before pecking your lips again, “You vowed to have me for all the days of our life, did you not?” You asked with a soft and seductive tone.

“That not how it goes… but I did…” he hummed in amusement.

“Then have me. Anytime you want. Whenever, wherever we are until you do what we set out to do. I don’t even need to come. Just need you to come. Need you to come a lot inside of me.” You said in a low and sultry voice. He was nearly panting, his fingers digging into your thighs through the light fabric of your dress. “I love you. I need you. I need you so fucking bad.” You pleaded and next thing you knew your lips were meeting in a desperate and heated kiss as your hands shakily worked at the button and fly of his jeans. When you had them and his briefs low enough to let his erection spring free, he pushed your dress up and tore your underwear off before stuffing them into his pocket. “Get inside of me. Please!” You begged hungrily and he pulled you closer until his cock was sliding through your already hot and slippery folds.

“So fucking wet. Ready to get knocked up, aren’t you?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes.” You whispered and he kissed you again. “Do it, baby. Fuck me.” You panted. 

Without another warning he pushed against your entrance until your little hole stretched around his veiny, girthy cock. You gasped as he plunged deep inside of you on the first thrust, but you needed that. You needed him like this. Over and over, his cock rammed inside of you until you’d wince with how deep he was getting inside. It felt delicious. Your nails were digging into his big, bulging biceps as you moaned aloud without any care in the word. His deep, consistent grunts were perfectly timed with his thrusts, they made your head and tummy flutter with how deep they were. You were completely blissed out. Your skin was covered in goosebumps and your walls were fluttering and squeezing his cock deliciously. He was fighting to hold his need to come back, but then again, that’s what you wanted from him; his cum flooding your insides. Painting your insides with everything he had to give until he gave you a baby. Not just a baby, his baby. A product of all of the love you shared for each other.

Everything about him was everything you’d ever wanted. He was everything to you and having more of him in this way was something that you couldn’t even comprehend, you just needed it. It was instinctual to have more with someone who was so embedded into your mind, heart, and soul. What more was there to this often sad and destructive life than to make love and create more beauty to add to it?

“Fuck…I’m gonna come.” He groaned as he started to rub his thumb over your clit in swift little circles. Maybe you didn’t need to come, but he wanted you to. He needed to feel you spasming around his cock as he filled you up. When he heard your breath catch he smiled, “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock and I’ll give you what you want.” He panted and seconds later your legs were shaking around his hips as you thrust up to meet his deep and unforgiving plunges as you whimpered and whined as you came undone. Your sounds turned into weak little grunts that escaped your throat in perfect time with his thrusts until he was stopping deep inside of you. You could feel his cock twitching as he shot spurt after spurt of his sperm deep into you until he had nothing left to give. After he finished he kissed you deeply. “Did you mean that? Whenever I want?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, free use. I always want you, H.” You smiled, “Always need you.” You assured him as you caressed his face with the back of your hand.

“Okay, baby. But if you ever want me to stop or aren’t in the mood just say…hmmm…”

“Sour.” You suggested with a dopey smile, “After the first beer you served me.” You said and he chuckled. You weren’t always all sentimental like that, but he loved when you were.

“Alright, my love. Sours is our safe word.” He agreed before kissing your lips quickly. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up before Jeremy gets in. S’almost his shift.” He reminded and you giggled and pulled him down down for another kiss.

“Maybe delete the footage from this time frame.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course, but only after I save it…for memories, you know?” He said mischievously and you giggled. 

“I love you so much.” You hummed happily.

“I love you more, my love.” He whispered.

****************

After that first time at his brewery, there was hardly any stopping Harry. Like you’d asked before, he’d have you whenever he well pleased. It was far easier for him to picture you growing with his baby now. It didn’t matter to him that you were occupied, he’d just get your pants off or dress out of the way and plunge in and you were more than fine with that. It even happened a few times while you slept, you’d wake up with him hovering over you, sliding his cock between your spread legs. Much to his surprise, you were soaking wet about 80% of the time and when you weren’t it didn’t take much to have you dripping and begging for him to put it in. He hadn’t given much thought to the baby’s sex or even names, he just wanted a baby with you and he’d be more than pleased regardless. Like now...

You were being stirred awake by Harry turning you on your back and gently prodding into your entrance. You groaned a bit as he tried to push in a bit but you weren't wet enough for his sizable cock yet.

"Just give me minute." you mumbled.

"I want you now." he said and then you felt a warm wad of spit land over your pussy before he smeared his erection all over it and then sunk in with more ease, "There we are..." he hummed in approval as he got about halfway. He sighed in relief as your warm and tight walls started to slick up around him quickly. "Had a very pleasant dream of you showing me a positive test. Woke up so fucking hard." he panted through his thrusts and then smirked when you got even more wet for him.

"Fuck, it feels so good inside you, baby." he sighed and you moaned when he ground into you.

"A little harder, daddy." you whispered, voice still rough from sleep. He hummed and gave it to you a bit harder, the soft smacks of your bodies meeting grew a little louder. And he gradually started increasing his force until your headboard was thumping against the wall and you whined out, "T-too hard!" you whimpered and he brought a thumb to your clit.

"You know what to do if it's too much, baby." he said comfortingly. He knew you liked to get whiny every now and again. "You say "sour", right?" he asked and you nodded. "Use your words, my love." he encoruaged.

"I know." you added, "Just...a little slower, please?" you requested and those puppy-dog eyes absolutely melted him to the core. His stern demeanor softened and a little smile appeared on his mouth as he stopped and then leaned down to kiss your lips quickly.

"Okay, baby. Sorry, got a little excited over that dream." He hummed against your lips. He then started thrusting again, undulating his hips in a way that got him right up against your g-spot. "Like that?" he asked and you whimpered as he started to grind a bit harder.

"Yes, daddy! Like that..." you keened and he groaned lowly as your walls started to flutter around him seconds later. He started to rub on your clit again until you started to tremble. You choked on a moan as your orgasm started to build far too much for you to keep inside. "Oh baby, I'm...I'm gonna come!" you gasped.

"Go on, baby. Let me feel your drenching my cock. Get you ready for my cum." he panted, "Ready for me to put a baby in that pretty body of yours." your eyes rolled back and your back arched until your body just froze and your walls started to spasm as your orgasm washed over you. The gorgeous flutters of pleasure bloomed from your tummy and rippled through your body, making your legs twitch and for your finger nails to dig into Harry's thick, muscular thighs.

"Yes, baby. Yes!" he groaned as his own pleasure built up to a point of no return. His steady rhythm faltered as he grunted through three deep thrust until he was holding your hips tightly as he started to shoot his sperm deep in you. You loved how he praised you for taking it all.

And when the height of it passed he only pulled out to turn you onto your side and then spooned you only to thrust back in. He lightly shivered from the sensitivity, but he wanted all of his cum to stay inside. You pulled one of his hands up to your mouth and kissed the back of it before sighing happily.

"I'll always take care of you. You know that, right?" he asked and you nodded as you hummed, "You're everything to me." he said softly, "I already love you with everything in my being. Can't possibly imagine how much more it can grow for you once we have our baby." he said softly and you smiled.

"I think you'll love the baby the most." you whispered.

"I don't know...you're the one giving me the baby." he reasoned and you smiled. "But what I do know is that you're my whole life. I'm so fucking fortunate to have you to share this with. Love you." he hummed.

"Love you, H." you smiled.

"Want you to do something for me, baby." he added, "Gonna send you some stuff I was looking up earlier. Stuff to like prepare your body and increase your chances, you know? Give it a try?"

"Of course, baby." you agreed easily.

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On top of the things Harry had suggested to you, you had also been implementing your own measures to optimize your health enough to successfully conceive. You had made significant improvements to your diet and even started taking prenatal vitamins and teas that you hoped would help. And since Harry owned and worked at the brewery you asked him to please stop serving you alcohol, no matter how much you asked for it, so your taste-testing badge had been revoked. You were also getting more rest and even started exercising more with him. Incidentally, this was something that just made you more horny for him. Considering that exercise helped you produce endorphins you were in a far better mood and up for sex more than before. 

  Maybe it was a little indecorous of you, but you honestly enjoyed the dull ache that seemed to permanently reside between your legs as of late. You actually craved more of it, especially at times like these, when you watched him working out from across the gym while you just kept a moderate pace on the elliptical. He was making eye contact with you from the mirror with a subtle smile ignoring the other people who were very clearly ogling him as he did his deadlifts. You couldn’t blame them, Harry was a masterpiece of a human. He was tall, handsome, attractive, and good natured. The way his muscles tightened up as he worked through his routine made you hungry for him in sinful ways. So much so that you needed to go and fuck. Now.

You got off of the machine and went to grab a wipe to clean off the handles and buttons you’d touched before asking him to leave. He wouldn’t mind cutting his workout short, that’s what you’d be doing more of anyway if you really thought about it. You decided to gather your things from the locker in the bathroom and then head over to grab him. When you headed over to the free weights area you saw a girl trying to chat him up, he seemed a bit annoyed but was too polite to tell her to go away. It may have seemed he was fair game because he wasn’t wearing his wedding band right now (you always reminded him to take his ring off when he was lifting heavy because your wedding bands were made of gold, a soft metal, so it could easily get warped with the amount of weight he lifted), but he was all yours and you needed him now. His evident display of strength had you completely drenched in your underwear. You could feel the steady throb of your walls even as you walked over. You could see him glancing over to the cardio section through the mirror, probably searching  for you to help but you were just about to reach him.

“Baby!” You called out to him from a few feet away and he whipped around and his smile of relief made you smirk. He could see the hunger in your gaze from where he was. The girl that walked up to him looked mortified as she connected the dots before scurrying off. Harry quickly re-racked the weights he’d been using before setting the bar back in place and hurrying over to you. “I need you to get me home. Stat.” You said lowly as you walked through the gym and he chuckled.

“Alright, my love. Not a problem.” He hummed with a big, warm hand on your lower back.

In nearly twenty minutes you were carefully getting into the shower together, the foreplay was in how he talked to you and touched you as you got cleaned up. Everything was building up as he smoothed over your breasts with his soapy hands and talked about how big they’d get when he finally got you pregnant. Things like this that you never thought could rile you up were doing the job. You loved to see his big veiny hands playfully tugging and rolling your nipples between his fingers while you ground back into his erection.

“God, you’re so fucking big.” You mumbled as he rutted his erect cock again your plump backside.

“I know. Almost too big for your pretty little cunt.” He responded and you nodded in agreement. “But you like that, don’t you?” You asked and you nodded.

“Yes, daddy.” You hummed, already feeling a little loopy.

“Turn around.” He said and you twirled around and looked up at him, “How do want it, my love?” He asked and you bit your lip as your mind started to wander and imagine all of the options you had. Then, you glanced over to the bench you used for shaving, “Wanna ride me?” He asked upon noticing where it was you had looked.

“Yeah, can I?”

“Of course.” He smirked.

And before you knew it you were sinking down onto his cock impatiently. You slightly hissed at the sting of the initial stretch but kept going, pushing through the slight discomfort. You loved the pain of the stretch as he tried to fit inside of you. You sometimes grew sad over the fact that it’d never feel like the first time you had sex again, you’d only been able to take half of him that first time and you’d been so tight around him that he came twice all over your pussy and tummy. Riding him was as close as you got to recreating that. You loved how full you felt when you rode him, how it felt like he was so big that he was penetrating up into your stomach, literally rearranging your guts. It made you breathless and cock drunk so quickly. He was holding you up a good amount because the bench wasn’t as big as it looked, so you were struggling and your knees were starting to hurt and you couldn’t touch his big, taut muscles like you hoped you could.

“Fuck this, lets get out.” You panted impatiently and he lifted you up like you were nothing, holding you to his body as he quickly shut the water off, shampoo and all still in your hair. You stumbled into the bedroom and barely made it to the bed. He just sat and you started grinding away at him. You pushed his chest back and he got the hint and laid back as you started to ride him a bit harder. 

“Put your arms behind your head for support.” You said and he did so.

“Like this?” He asked and you nodded quickly. His glorious arm muscles were on full display and you could see how even his lats were nice and toned.

“Flex for me.” You requested and he did and you groaned loudly. You just wanted to bite into his biceps.

“You’re so fucking hot, daddy. So big and strong, always take such good care of me.” You panted as you rode him. Your hands roamed his chest and abs, feeling the firmness of his muscles, tracing the dip between his pecs with your index fingers and then going between his abs like you were tracing through a little maze. You started grinding in a way that he could plunge against your g-spot and he moaned over you as he felt his tip up against your spot and his eyes squeezed shut for a second.

“Fuck, right there…I’m…I’m gonna come soon.” He warned and you smirked.

“So fast?” You teased and he chuckled before wrapping his arms around you and squeezing your body tight.

“You want my cum don’t you? So what does it matter?” He asked and you melted at his question. Normally you wouldn’t mind if he came soon, you didn’t necessarily need orgasms for sex to be worth it for you. What got you off was the vibe. His energy, being present and in tune with him, making each other feel good, relishing in the intimacy of the moment. But right now, you did want to come around him.

“I want to come.” You whined softly and he suddenly flipped you back to missionary and thrust deeper into you until you gasped and pinched your eyes closed for a second.

Harry knelt up to have a better range of motion and he started going deep and slow. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you, it was absolute bliss. Over and over his tip was colliding with that spot inside of you that ached and felt like ecstasy at the same time. He then slid one of his hands up your tummy until he was reaching for your breast. He groped and squeezed and felt at it in his hand. You reached for his arms and just caressed his arm. You traced up his fingers and then felt over his forearm, you were obsessed with how solid it was. Then, you worked your way up his bicep, squeezing his muscles, feeling his strength. Then, you lightly raked your nails from the butterfly inked above his abs all the way down to where your bodies were connected. His skin was littered in goosebumps and his movements stuttered.

“Fuck…” he groaned lowly and you glanced up at him, “It’s too much, baby. I’m so close!” He warned again and you smirked. Just getting to be close and feel him like this was working you up to his level. Watching him be so affected by your feather light touches was doing you in. You tickled up his other arm and he shuddered as he squeezed over your breast harder than before and you intentionally squeezed your walls around his cock. You took the time to feel it all; how he felt inside of you, how his damp skin was getting warmer and warmer the closer he got to coming. How every time you bucked up with him, your clit would bump against his pelvis, that’s how close you were. It was pushing you to the edge, you were teetering on it! 

“Me too! I’m so close, daddy!” You moaned and he started going a bit faster and you moaned breathily, “Fuck, right there! Just like that, don’t stop!” You pleaded. He was locked in on this place until he felt your thighs starting to tremble around his hips. He lowered himself and kissed you deeply.

“You’ve been so good, haven’t you, my love? Taking such good care of yourself so that you can have my baby?” He asked.

“Yeah, daddy!” You whined out.

“Fuck, I hope this is the one…” he groaned and you moaned again. “You’re squeezing so tight…shit, come for me. Come on my cock, baby.” He grunted through his hard thrusts and the tight coil of pleasure finally gave way and that tight feeling in your body started to come undone. Your hips thrusted against his without any concern for the pace he’d set as the pleasure just racked through you and wiped you out like a tidal wave. You could feeling it consuming ever nerve ending from the top of your head and down to your toes. You hugged him close to your body, letting your hands roam down his back and squeeze his ass, pushing him even deeper until he couldn’t go any further inside of you. 

“Please, put your baby in me! Come inside me, baby. Come inside me, breed me!” You whimpered and he groaned as he started to deliver hard, unforgiving thrusts as his sperm shot deep into you. The sounds coming from where your bodies were joined were absolutely filthy but you loved them. You loved that there was so much of his sperm that it made a squelchy mess for you that could be heard. You were twitchy and trembly as he filled you to the brim but that didn’t stop him from slipping out and getting on the ground to lick up your cunt. His tongue flicked at your clit until you were crying out in over stimulation as you came again. 

Your abdominal muscles were putting in work as your orgasm rippled through you, your spasming walls started to push out some of his sperm but he was not about to let any of it go to waste. 

“Nuh-uh, this cum is for you.” He mumbled lowly as his fingers slid down to about your perineum before he smeared them over your entrance carefully to get it back in you. Just knowing that the slight gape of your tight little hole was caused by his big cock made him want to fuck you all over again. He stretched you open a bit more and was able to see his cum stuffed inside of you, right to the brim. “Fuck, there’s so much of it.” He chuckled lowly as you twitched beneath him. He then laid back down and had you drape your legs over his just to keep you at an incline.

“Think we did it this time?” You asked and he smiled before kissing the back of your hand.

“Think so… but as much as I want to have a baby with you, I wouldn’t mind if it takes a little while longer. I love fucking you like this.” He chuckled his confession and you did as well. 

“This is not the position you want me in if you want this to take longer to accomplish.” You pointed out and he laughed a bit and then got up and leaned over you to kiss you slowly. You hugged him close and rubbed over his back soothingly. You wrapped your legs around him and trapped him against your body, koala style. He laughed at your silliness as he tried to pull back. “Not yet.” You pouted.

“Baby, we need to finish our shower.” He reminded. “Come on…I’ll fuck you again after. Really make it stick.” He said with a suggestive tone and you loosened your grip around him enough for him to pull back.

“I am obsessed with you.” You said and he smiled, “I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I wouldn’t want to.” You added softly and tenderly before arching up to kiss him deeply.

“As am I, my love. And I promise, we’re gonna keep trying as long as it takes.” He assured you. “And all through it I’m going to take such good care of you. I’ll keep you safe. S’my job, as your husband to do that. My favorite job in the world.” He smiled as he looked at you lovingly.

“I love you so much.” You hummed.

“Love you.” He whispered.

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Life had taken an extremely eventful turn for both, you and Harry in the last few months. For Harry, the opportunity to expand his business had risen very suddenly. The unit beside the brewery was a boxing gym and they had outgrown the space. Harry worked out there sometimes so he was friends with the owners and when they decided to relocate they asked him if he was interested in buying the space before they put it on the market. After talking about it with you and crunching some numbers he had bought it and now was in the middle of renovating. Obviously, this took a lot of his time and Harry had been really busy with the brewery as of late and it would stay that way for a few more months.

He had big plans for this expansion. He was going to expand his beer selection and also start working on brewing three of his own beers. The brewing portion was the first thing they were getting set up for the inspection and licensing process so that he could start fermenting his own brews on site. You were so proud of him and everything that he was doing but you missed having him around as much as you had previously. His expansion project pushed you to become an adjunct for an art class at the community college to bring some money in and also stay busy, so you truly hadn’t been smothering each other as much as you normally were.

On top of things shifting in your work lives, you had learned that you weren’t ovulating every cycle. You’d always assumed that if you had a period you had ovulated, but apparently that was not at all the case. It took you nearly six months with no success at pregnancy before you went to the doctor and had some tests done. Your hormones were a bit out of whack, thankfully no abnormalities had been found, so you had just been taking some medication to help block estrogen receptors and encourage the release of an egg each cycle. You had been on this treatment for three months now and you were very optimistic about it. More than ever before you felt and recognized the phases of your cycle more markedly, especially when you ovulated or were getting close. Sure, you were a naturally horny person to begin with but this was something else. It was like you had no resolve whatsoever. And despite the decrease in scheduled baby-making time because of your busy schedules, these changes had led to far more spontaneity in your sexual life with Harry. Like now…

“Baby…” Harry laughed breathily as you pulled him into the bathroom of the little bridal cottage of the vineyard you were currently at for a friend’s wedding. “Wh-what if Darci comes back for something and-”

“She’s not. She’s busy fake-crying at the toasts.” You assured him as you reached for his belt buckle. Harry chuckled into your kiss and his laugh morphed into a raspy groan as you slid your hand down the front of his slacks and groped over his semi-erection. You loved the way his cock fattened up so fast for you. As much as having a taste made your mouth water, you needed him inside of you and rearranging your guts more. “Please fuck me, daddy. I’m so fucking horny for you.” You said in a small voice as you peered up at him. Those, pretty eyes holding such an innocent look in them absolutely melted him to his core.  

He smirked at your request, “Need my big cock, baby?”

You nodded in response, “Yes, daddy. So bad.”

“Alright, but we have to be quick, okay? You can come the first chance you get, alright?” You nodded in understanding.

Before you knew it Harry had you bent over the counter, your hands holding your bunched up dress in tight fists with your thong stuffed in your mouth because you could not keep it down while Harry fucked into you impossibly deep from behind. Your legs were trembling so much that Harry was basically holding you up. It was hard for you to come standing up and when Harry realized that you were struggling to come he quickly picked you up and set you down on the empty counter space and plunged back into you.

“Fuck…I’m obsessed with your tight, little pussy, baby.” Harry muttered as he thrust in and out a few times. He then started swiveling his hips a bit more and it was making your head spin. The tip of his cock was rubbing into your g-spot with each gyration of his hips, it was making your eyes roll back as you rubbed at your clit steadily. “Shit, you squeeze so fucking tight! Fuck baby, squeeze m’cock…yeah, come for me. Come on daddy’s big dick.” He encouraged you through your muffled curses. Your body shivered as these tingling feelings radiated all over your body from the deepest part of your core, right where the tip of Harry’s cock was colliding and out towards your extremities. It was causing your orgasm to draw out far longer than you were accustomed to. 

“H-Harry!” You mumbled against the fabric in your mouth as the overstimulation made your legs start to visibly shake. Harry smirked down at you devilishly, his eyes dark with lust and excitement over wrecking you like this. You had the most worn out and tortured look in your eyes, it was going to push you over the edge again. “Fuuuuck!” You groaned in desperation. You couldn’t help but let out a whine, thankfully it was muffled. But he literally saw as your mind went blacn as the sopping, velvety walls of your pussy constricted his throbbing erection. Your eyes rolled back before your body started to tremble as your orgasm started to take you out.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Squirt on my cock…” he encouraged as you literally burst at the seams from the pleasure that was coursing through you. You were just seeing white hot ecstasy behind your closed eye lids. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as he continued fucking into you in long and deep strokes as he sought after his own orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come so deep inside of you. Gonna flood your little cunt with my cum.” He mumbled as he pressed his forehead against yours. He moaned from deep in his throat as his rhythm started to falter until he was blowing his load inside of you. “Fuck, there it is…” he mumbled softly as his orgasm started to course through his body. Harry’s knees were nearly buckling as he came undone. You were clinging to his shoulders, nails biting deliciously into his skin through his silky dress shirt. Your head was rolled back as you just saw spots on the bathroom ceiling. Harry grunted lowly as he gave a few more thrusts before holding himself inside of you. He gently pulled his upper body back and tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand before plucking your thong out of your mouth with the other. “You alright?” He asked softly.

“Course.” You whispered with a smile. “Sorry for…kinda shoving you in here.” You chuckled breathily and he grinned.

“That’s alright. It’s not like I didn’t want to…” he hummed and you giggled before kissing him gently. Your kiss deepened and after a few minutes you were pulling apart when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He sighed and ensured you were steady before stooping down to grab it. “It’s Ted.” He mumbled.

“Mmm…” you smirked and he chuckled. Ted was one of Harry’s friends who had moved out of state and returned for this wedding. They weren’t close according to Harry but Ted apparently had an entirely different perception of their friendship. You could’ve sworn he had a crush on him, but Harry didn’t think so because he was sure he was straight. Regardless of what Ted was, he was really intent on reconnecting with Harry and he’d agreed to go to the bourbon and cigar bar which would open after the toasts. “They’re probably about to open the bourbon bar.” You reminded him.

“God…I shouldn’t drink any more or we can’t get back to the hotel.”

“I’ll drive. I’ve only had three glasses of wine and don’t want more. With a little dancing later I’ll be good to go.” You assured him.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, honey.” You smiled and he leaned in to kiss you again, “Jus’not too much, ‘kay? I need you to fuck me again when we get back to the room.” You added and he smirked.

“Mmmm, if anything, being a little buzzed for it would make it better.” He said and you rolled your eyes, “You don’t believe me but you’ll see.”

“It’s just you do this thing where you try to find the sweet spot and when you arrive there you don’t hold off long enough before you start up again and next thing you know you’re passed out in my lap for an hour and my arms and chest are itching all over for the next week from being in the sun too long.” You explained. Harry might own a brewery but he was a complete lightweight when it came to alcohol.

“That was one time.” He chuckled.

“Actually, that was just one example. I’ve got five more.” You said with a smug smirk.

“Alright, I’ll be mindful, baby.” He appeased you.

“Thanks.” You hummed as you wiped your smeared lipgloss from around his mouth.

You quickly cleaned up and Harry got back into his trousers before you were rushing back to the reception tent. It had cooled down pleasantly and you were enjoying the short stroll back with Harry, hand in hand. As soon as you were within eye-shot of your assigned table Ted stood and waved you both down as if you’d been gone for ages or lost.

“He’s so fucking eager.” Harry mumbled as you approached the table.

“He missed you.” You said sweetly.

“I’m telling you, we weren’t that close so it’s a little weird.” Harry reiterated.

“It’ll be fine.” You said.

“Where’d you two wander off to?” Ted asked with a chuckle as soon as you two stepped up to the table.

“On a little stroll so we could make out.” Harry said as he squeezed over your hip and you scoffed before playfully rolling your eyes.

“Harry.” You mumbled and he just smirked down at you. 

“That’s understandable.” Ted responded as he smiled at you when you looked over at him. When you realized that he had really just said that you chuckled a bit uncomfortably before averting your eyes and Harry was stunned into silence for a few seconds before you squeezed over his hand on your hip and he glanced down to you.

“Well ummm…have fun at the bourbon thing.” You said and he offered you a soft smile.

“Sure you don’t want to come?” He asked you.

“That’s alright.” You assured him and tip-toed to hug him. “Just take this man with you.” You whispered to him and Harry chuckled as he kissed your cheek.

“C’mon on Styles, no need for the formal send off! S’not like she’s gonna get snatched away.” Ted said and you were glad you were facing away from him because the face you made would give away your slight annoyance at this comment from Ted.

“Take him. Please.” You implored and he giggled before you two pulled away. As they headed off with Fabian, the other guy at your table, Ted briefly glanced back at you. You saw it from your peripheral vision.

“I think Ted’s got a crush on you.” The woman beside you, Gaia, said.

“Oh god…I thought he had a crush on Harry. I’ve been teasing him about it all evening.” You said and the other ladies giggled.

“It’s because you kinda look like his ex. She was like, the one that got away.” Heidi, the woman across the table explained.

“Oh…” you hummed in understanding. 

“Yeah, so sorry about him. He’s not usually like that, he’s just had a bit much to drink.” She explained. 

You could understand that, so you didn’t want to make too big of a fuss but it had made you a bit uneasy in the moment. When Harry returned almost an hour later he was pink in the cheeks with a dopey smile on his face, and lidded eyes. You couldn’t help but shake your head as he approached. 

“Baby, lets dance.” He said as he extended his hand to you and you immediately stood and shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your bag on your chair before walking off with him.

Harry pulled you out onto the dance floor and you immediately started to sway to Tony Bennett’s rendition of “The Way You Look Tonight”. You were both singing softly as you swayed together, gazes glued to each others. You often felt lucky to have him as your husband and it was happening right now. You giggled before reaching up to grab his face and kiss him. Your lips met in a deep and loving kiss before parting.

“Love you, honey.” You mumbled and he pecked your lips again.

“Love you too.” He whispered. “So…Ted asked me if we would be open to a threesome.”

“Jesus.” You scoffed and he chuckled.

“So…is that a no?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at his feigned disappointment.

“Shut up…” you muttered and he laughed lowly. 

“I actually almost hit him over it. Had to remind myself he’s piss drunk to stop myself.” He explained. “And well…don’t want to do anything to fuck up Darci and Tim’s big day.”

“Well, I’m proud of you for having that self control.” You smiled. “Besides, Ted’s not even my type.”

“I know. Too straight.” He said and you laughed aloud, disturbing the romantic environment of the dance floor. A few of the couples around you shot you irritated glares and you whispered an apology as Harry shook with laughter.

“Oh, you’re too funny, baby. That was very clever.” you assured him through your soft giggles.

“I know…” he said smugly. “It’s true though.” He said and you giggled.

“Would you ever want to do that? Have a threesome?” You asked quietly.

“My body tells me yes, but my gut says no.” he said, “I just don’t think I could handle it. I don’t want to see anyone else on you. And I would hate for you to see me with someone else like that.” He explained, “I just wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself.” He added.

“Yeah…same.”

“Why did you hesitate, then?” He called you out with a knowing grin and you giggled.

“I mean, I’d feel guilty fucking someone else in front of you. But I wouldn’t mind seeing you fuck someone else.” You explained.

“Oh…didn’t peg you as a cuck.” He chuckled and you scoffed. “Hey, that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re inadequate. It just means that it turns you on to watch me fuck someone else.” He explained.

“Oh…well, wouldn’t that actually make me a voyeur?”

“No, because it’s not watching anyone that turns you on. It’s that watching me fuck turns you on.”

“Oh…then yeah, you’re right.” You conceded and he smirked. “But it doesn’t even necessarily have to be fucking someone else. I mean, it’s just you. You turn me on. A lot.” You giggled, “To the extent that if you ever feel like getting yourself off around the house feel free to do so.” You said with a grin. 

“Noted.” He smirked. 

“You better not fall asleep tonight.” You warned him lowly. You were still very turned on and you needed more from him.

“I won’t.” He assured you and you tutted, “Honey, I won’t.” He insisted and you smiled.

“Okay…” you hummed with some reservation.

Sure enough, Harry passed out on the drive back to your hotel from the venue. It took nearly five minutes to get him lucid enough to get up to the room and washed up before he undressed and plopped into bed. When you finally got into bed after a quick shower, you leaned back into the mountain of pillows and turned on the TV. The noise seemed to make Harry gain some consciousness and he requested that you play with his hair. That’s how you ended up with Harry’s head on a pillow in your lap with your fingers threading through his thick curls as you mindlessly watched some Lucy Show reruns until you passed out.

After you and Harry hadn’t been as sexually active as before it wasn’t odd for you to have spicy dreams when you’d been left sexually frustrated. So when you felt a lovely little flame of pleasure licking away in the depths of your core you just eased into the feeling. You were teetering between being awake and asleep which made it feel all the more real. But when you felt your legs being parted by Harry’s hands you started to stir. And then, Harry was smooching down your stomach, making you a bit impatient as he hovered over your mons and continue nuzzling up against it as his fingers rubbed against the crotch of your shorts. 

“Hurry up.” You mumbled groggily and he chuckled but proceeded to grip the band of your shorts and pulled them down. You helped him a bit by raising your hips and once they were out of the way he delved in eagerly. His tongue felt magnificent on you, it didn’t take long before your pussy was becoming all slick and fluttery with the things his mouth was doing to you. 

Every inch of you was on high alert and feeling each and every wave of pleasure that started to ripple from your core and towards the rest of your body. The closer you got to your climax that more intense it felt until your muscles were growing tense and you reached the peak and then he waited a second too long and your almost orgasm slowly started to fizzle out. You couldn’t help but whine out at the loss, but it was just another second before he was back to your clit and flicking it over and over with his tongue until you were right there again, you were expecting it this time so it didn’t upset you as much, but you were still annoyed. Edging? At this hour? Especially when you had gone to bed so horny for him, it was criminal, but he could use you whenever and however he well pleased, so you decided to not complain about it until you couldn’t handle it any longer.

“Daddy, please…” you whined after your fourth almost orgasm. You were lamenting the loss as the euphoria just faded from your reach…all that potential gone.

“I’m going, honey. I’ve got an aching boner so m’not gonna last too long. I wanted to let you have your fun before I get in there. Still owe you for last night.” He reasoned and you smiled down at him.

“You are forgiven, just make me come.” You huffed.

Harry smiled before pressing himself up and well yeah, his cock was standing straight up, despite it’s size and weight. It was also looking a slightly painful shade of deep pink. Your mouth watered as he stroked his foreskin over his tip and then back down. You nearly whimpered as his lovely, fat tip came back into view. You wanted to suck on it until you were slurping the cum right out of him. You had always been a bit of a cum slut, but now that your hormones were acting more or less how they should, well your craving for his cum was something else entirely. You wanted to taste it, or feel it pooling at your lower tummy, or squirting on your face or breasts. You liked how much he came and how you could feel each twitch of his cock shooting it inside of you when he fucked you from the back. You loved how warm it was and how he did the most to ensure it tasted as good as it could for you. You love the consistency of it and got turned on by seeing it slowly oozing from your stretched out little hole. The thought of him busting inside of you made you so feral so you did not care if it was fast or not, you just wanted to feel him inside of you.

“How do you want me?” He asked you.

“Do it from behind.” You requested and you both grinned at each other before you flipped over.

Harry stuffed a pillow beneath your hips before guiding his hot and stiff cock between your slimy and warm folds a few times to let your arousal coat his cock. You were desperate to feel his girth stretching your entrance. And when he finally pushed the tip in you braced yourself for him to plunge the rest of the way in but he stopped. You could feel his fingers digging hard into your hips. You were just about to tell him to stop teasing but then your felt his cock start to twitch hard as a breathy and slightly distressed “fuck” slipped past his mouth.

“D-did you just come?” You asked in shock through a giggle and Harry groaned.

“Yep.” He admitted with a huff, “M’sorry hon, it just felt so good inside of you. Was edging myself for a while before I woke you.” He explained.

“Oh…well now you have to keep going ‘cause I haven’t come.” You said as you glanced back at him.

“I know.” He assured you, “Just…just gimme a minute here, it’s so sensitive!” He yelped and groaned before smacking your ass playfully. You had squeezed your walls nice and hard around his sensitive cock and it completely caught him off guard. You laughed a bit as you relaxed your muscles completely and he sighed in relief. “So fucking mean.” He grumbled. “Fuck you.” He chuckled lowly and you giggled again.

“I had to. S’pay back for last night.” You reminded him.

“This is me paying you back for last night.” He reminded.

“Really? Blowing your load the second you put it in?” You teased and he chuckled.

“Touché.” He replied and you grinned. 

“S’alright, very amusing though. Just go slow.” You said softly and he hummed and pushed his length in a bit further into you before drawing out. You could feel him shivering a bit as he tried to keep himself composed but you loved that. “Give me more, daddy. Want to feel your big cock all the way inside. Love it when I’m stuffed with you.” You uttered seductively and he groaned as he fought against the sensitivity he was feeling in order to sink back inside your pussy. 

You felt nothing but relief when Harry started setting a steady pace, still a bit slow for how horny you were so you started to push back to meet his thrusts. Then you wedged your hand between your body and the pillow and with your own movements started humping your clit against the heel of your palm to get some friction to the throbbing little bundle. Harry felt your hips moving beneath him and held still to allow you to take over and go at your pace. Your  heart started to pound faster and your moans to climb in pitch with each prod of Harry’s fat, leaking tip to your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good, daddy. Your cock is so good.” You slurred, starting to get drunk on the pleasure you felt simmering in your blood. He had pushed past the point of the sensitivity now and just needed to come again. He needed you to go faster, he was going to lose his damn mind. 

“Faster, honey. Go a little faster for me.” He encouraged you and you started to shift back a bit faster. 

Harry’s hands smoothed up the sides of your thighs and over your butt. He squeezed and groped a bit before gripping around your waist and then leaning forward to grab your jiggling breast in his right hand. You moaned as he started to tug and gently pinch your nipple. In moments your breath started to shallow as you started to approach your climax. That lovely pulsating feeling that was running through started to increase in intensity. Your body started to grow hotter and your limbs to tense. You moaned and let your upper body just fall into the pillows before you as you started to give in to the feelings. Harry watched the way your spine curved so beautifully as you kept your ass up for him. He watched your free hand clench the covers tightly while you played with your clit with your other hand. Harry groaned and reached into your hair, grabbing a fistful and gripping it tight to keep you in that position. He mustered up whatever strength he had left and pulled your ass tighter against his front as he plunged deep into your dripping cunt with the most brutal and unforgiving thrust. Your brain blanked for a moment and gasped as he you felt him collide with what to you felt like a totally new spot.

“Fuck me hard, daddy…Make me ache!” You supplicated and Harry moaned at the whiny tone of your voice and the light slur you spoke with. 

With your body bent the way it was it was already a little hard to breathe, but he had effectively knocked more air out of you with that first thrust. He released your hair and gripped your hips hard as he continued his merciless domination of you as you rubbed your clit in quick but precise little swipes. Side to side, side to side. So fast that the tingle in your core started to travel down your legs until your toes were curling for a second as your body tensed up. Then you felt it traveling up, making your tummy and chest tighten impossibly. When the feeling finally made it to your head you completely lost yourself.

“I’m coming!” You gasped before you buried your face into the bed to muffle your lewd and uncontainable moans. 

Your were feeling relief and ecstasy as your body rode this perfect wave of euphoria. It was so easy to overdo it and you had. Your legs had started to tremble but you couldn’t stop rubbing, it felt too good. Even more so with Harry giving you his cock as hard as he was. It hurt so good that you were drooling. You were going to come again. And surely enough, just moments later you shrieked in shock as Harry held you down on his cock while he started to come with a deep grunt. You were a goner in that moment, completely fucked out. The feeling of him being that deep all while you rubbed your clit past the point of comfort was making you dizzy as you came on his dick. He could feel your pussy throbbing hard around his girth, it was dragging out his orgasm. He needed more of you. He wiggled in a little deeper until he brushed again your cervix, you tensed up and then he pulled back before he did it again and again as you held so perfectly still but remained so tense at the overwhelming feeling. He then shifted a bit and laid over you and you gasped as this made him drive in as deep as was possible. 

“T-too deep!” You winced and he smirked and dropped more of his weight over you causing you to whine lowly and tighten your fist around the covers again.

“You said t’make it ache. So that’s what I’m doing, baby.” He said lowly, lips swiping your shoulder before he planted a gentle smooch to your warm skin. He then dropped the rest of his weight over you and your eyes squeezed shut as your brain went blank in response. “You’re gonna feel me for days, baby. Thoroughly fucked. Cute little cunt all wrecked.” He mumbled and you nodded. “Pussy bred.” He added. You could hear the smirk in his voice and smiled as well.

“Thank you, daddy.” You mumbled, drunk on him and his cock and the cocktail of pleasant neurotransmitters firing around in your brain. 

“You’re welcome, baby.” He hummed in satisfaction. 

And as you laid there in the postcoital bliss you were glad that you’d be staying an extra day before flying back down to LA. You’d rented yourself a vintage luxury car for the weekend and were just treating this as a romantic getaway since you’d both been so busy lately. When you looked at the clock you saw that it was barely 7:30am, you had your first wine tasting reservation in a couple hours and then an early dinner planned before settling in the for the night since you’d be flying out the following morning. You had agreed to get really into this wine tasting afternoon when you’d booked it so you two had dressed up in a vintage, old-money aesthetic. Plus, driving the sleek, light blue, topless, 1963 Mercedes 300 SL roadster through the seemingly endless sea of vegetation really fed the aesthetic you were going for. 

“God, I love California so fucking much. Never gonna leave.” Harry had said to you as he drove you two to your next destination. 

Your had so much fun at your activities with Harry without a care in the world for anything else that was going on. It was just you two again talking, making memories, and sharing things you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about yet. The way he ogled you and touched you and flirted with you was reminiscent of when he was first trying to get you to fall in love with him. All all throughout dinner he’d been asking about you and how you were doing now that you were working again and you had just finished telling him that you felt that it was going well and that you really liked all of your students.

“I’m glad your class is going well, baby. Just…don’t fuck a student.” He cautioned, “Bad idea.” He added lowly and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay…I’m gonna need to press for more information regarding this sudden, unsolicited advice?” You probed with a smile.

“I just…have experience in this area.”

“What?! Since when have you taught?” You asked him in surprise.

“Not me.” He scoffed, “Well, yes me, but I was the student.” He said. Your jaw dropped, you were genuinely gobsmacked for a few seconds. Learning that little Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes here had fucked a teacher was not on your bingo card.

“I need you to tell me all of it.” You said with an excited grin when your brain finally proceeded the information. Harry chuckled but got to sharing the anecdote.

Apparently, during the summer before Harry’s second year at university he turned into the statuesque, god-like being he is now. All baby fat gone, bone structure and musculature carved immaculately by god herself. And in turn he got very confident very fast, he had said cocky, but you couldn’t picture Harry being unironically cocky. He then shared that he had been single for nearly a year after his first relationship and really just wanted to fuck so he got on an app and started seeking someone out. He was in a college town, it was a small community, so he lied and said he was not a student at the local university. And well, she lied about not being a professor at said university and they met up and hit it off quickly so they hooked up. 

They were a consistent hook up, maybe once a month, two or three if they were particularly needy, but they had agreed it was just sex for a few reasons. First and foremost their age difference, she didn’t intend to be dating a teenager. He was 19 and she was 35. But as time went on she started to like him more. Suddenly she didn’t mind that he was 19, in fact, she found it more refreshing because he listened to her, respected her, and apparently men in their 30’s and 40’s could hardly keep it up for twenty minutes. They were a good match sexually and after five months of getting to know each other and hooking up she told him she was in love with him. Obviously, Harry let her down gently but she took it very hard. A few weeks of radio silence later she tried to start things up again, despite her knowing Harry had no deeper feelings for her. He rejected her multiple times because he didn’t want to lead her on but it was getting hard to because he really was attracted to her. So he was glad that school was starting up again and he’d be more busy and he’d have more excuses to avoid her. 

That was all going to plan until the Thursday evening of the first week of school. Harry shared that he hadn’t been paying too much attention when he’d walked into the lecture hall because he was walking in right at starting time. He quickly found a seat in the aisle seat of the second row since everything else was quite full. He still had one AirPod in as he waited for the last minute of his podcast episode to end as he started to settle in and unpack his things. Simultaneously, she had started going down the class roster so he hadn’t clearly made out her voice either, he had the time anyway since his surname started with S. Harry recalled that he had just glanced up to the front of the class at the sound of his name and when their eyes met she just froze for a moment before glancing down at the sheet in her hand again. She apparently barely got through his name from the mere shock and mortification of it all. Apparently after that class ended she resigned, so he had no idea what had come of her.

“Jesus…you’re a whole ass career ruiner!” You exclaimed and he nodded.

“Yeah. See, bad idea.” He reiterated.

“Welp, there’s not any cute students in my class anyway. Well…maybe they are cute, but just cute, you know? They look so small and juvenile, s’not really my type anymore. I quite like how manly you are.” You said and he chuckled.

“You mean mature.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, that too I guess. But regardless, you do it for me just fine.” You assured him and he smirked.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He hummed before kissing the top of your hand. “Look, I know that we’ve been a little distant lately.” He started, “But I will make more time for us.”

“Well, we’ve both been busy and-” 

“It’s not that.” He said and your brows creased as you nodded, urging him to finish, “I know that we’re trying to start a family, but when we’ve had sex I feel like I’ve just been using you.” He expressed and you pouted, “Like yesterday, it’s been all fast and spontaneous, like whenever the opportunity arises. And I know you gave me the permission to do that but because I’ve been so busy it just feels…different.” He explained, “It’s hot, I mean it always is with us, but I want to be more intentional about it. Specially when we’re also doing it to make a family together.” He said and you smiled. “So I will try to be more present and to make more effort for us.” He promised.

“Thank you, baby. But believe me, I understand that what you’re doing with this expansion is also for our future.” You assured him and he smiled and nodded. “Like, I know it’s also for your self-fulfillment and with your own beers it’ll be something you’re doing for fun too, but that’s alright with me. Seeing you happy professionally is also important to me.” 

“Thank you for being so supportive and understanding, my love. As always.” He smiled and you squeezed his hand in yours.

In the end, this is what you loved about your relationship with Harry and also why your marriage worked. You were both so considerate of each other, so thoughtful. You had no idea when you would finally get pregnant, but you were just so excited for it because Harry would be the most incredible dad. He showed you every single day how much love lived inside of him, you were certain it would be boundless with your baby whenever they came.

…. A COUPLE MONTHS LATER ….

Harry had kept his word and did prioritize making more time for the two of you. You’d decided to do a sort of book-club thing together. You both read the same book and would have a date every Thursday night to talk about it and how your week had been going. You usually helped out at the brewery on the weekends, but had started to do more of that in the last few weeks since Harry was starting to work the flavor profiles for his beers and was quite consumed with that a lot of the time. Like this particular weekend, Harry was out visiting a few brewing labs around so-cal with Jeremy and you had stayed behind to run the brewery. 

On Monday though, he would have the opportunity to make a small sample batch of possible types of beers and flavors he wanted at one of the labs. You were bummed about missing this part of Harry’s process but you had an appointment to check your hormone treatment that you could not miss. Any imbalance in hormones could tip you back into not ovulating as you were supposed to and you didn’t want to risk that which he fully understood, so you both agreed that you were okay with missing these things for each other. 

Your appointment was early so that you could get back home and hop on zoom for a few hours to hold some virtual office hours and grade a bit. You were just waiting for Dr. Zelaya to come in and when she finally did with a big smile you immediately perked up.

“Y/N, guess whaaaat?” She sang as she came in and closed the door behind her.

“It worked?” You asked with an excited smile and she nodded.

“Oh, it worked! You’re pregnant!” She shared with an excited smile and your jaw dropped.

“I am?” You asked in disbelief.

“You are, lovely. ” She confirmed and your eyes immediately welled up. 

“Oh my god!” You finally exclaimed and cried tears of joy. Dr. Zelaya chuckled as she grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you “That’s such excellent news!” You sniffled through your chuckles of excitement.

“Yes. Congratulations! Now, if you don’t have more time today we can set another appointment for an ultrasound and see how far along things are. But if you can push things off I had a cancellation for 11:30 and can squeeze you in?” She offered.

“Oh yeah, I’ll come back! Besides, I skipped breakfast because I woke up late.” You confessed.

“Happens to the best of us.” She assured you. “So I’ll let the nurse know you’ll be back in a little while. And may I recommend you try the Marmalade Cafe, it’s on Ventura, right after Kester. They have a delicious chorizo Benedict, there’s a vegan chorizo option too if you’re of my persuasion.”

“Ooh, I’m not vegan but you guys do seem to have some the best foods.” You said and she giggled.

“Yeah, things have gotten really impressive on that front.” She nodded as she finished typing a few things on the computer. “Alright, I’ll see you back in about 2 hours for your first ultrasound. Will your husband join?”

“He’s actually out of town on a business trip. But I want to have pictures for him for when he gets back tonight.” You explain.

“Oh, he’ll love that. What a nice surprise for him to come home to.”

“Exactly.” You added with a smile. You chatted a bit more before you headed off. 

It was genuinely so hard for you not to call Harry right away and tell him the good news, you were bursting at the seams. You also wondered how everything at the flavor trials was going, you were genuinely disappointed that you were missing such an important milestone in this process for him. He really wanted you to be a part of this because despite being married to him, you weren’t necessarily a beer girly. So he had said that he’d want your input on the three beers he wanted to have so that he could get a novice’s critiques on the beers. He also really valued your input as his life partner and you often helped him ask the difficult questions and things of that sort. Not that he wasn’t able to stick up for himself, but he never wanted to come off as insecure or maybe even difficult to work with, but you were so diplomatic about everything that he loved when you’d bring up the difficult or challenging things before he did. Regardless, you wanted to make up for not wanting to reschedule this appointment and this would definitely be the best thing to share with him to make it up. 

Before you knew it you were back at the doctor’s office and watching the monitor with tearful eyes again as the doctor pointed out the embryo to you.

“I’d say you’re about six, almost seven weeks along.” She shared with you and you nodded, “Have your periods been more or less regular?”

“Yeah, they vary a bit with the medication but honestly I have just been so busy that I lost track of my cycle this time around.” You explained.

“Okay, just making sure.” She said, “Everything is looking as it should. I know you’ve been taking such good care of yourself, so keep that up, s’good for the future baby.” She said and you nodded with a smile. 

Once you had your photos printed you headed off to get a dessert to share with Harry and a little picture frame for your sonogram picture. You were sure he’d want to keep his copy with him so you’d just break the news to him with your copy. You were just getting in when you saw Harry, freshly showered and making himself a sandwich in the kitchen as you came in from the garage. 

“Baby, hi!” He greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi!” You greeted with a bright and surprised smile, “What are you doing here?” You asked happily as you put everything down and hurried over to hug and kiss him quickly.

“We got to the tasting and I just couldn’t do it without you there. It just didn’t feel right to start the process without you. I rescheduled for two weeks from now and we can make a little weekend out of it? We went to this incredible sushi restaurant that I know you will die for.” He said and you giggled.

“Speaking of beer and sushi…” you said through a small chuckle, “I have some good news for you.” You teased and he smiled wide.

“Your treatment is going better than expected?” He asked and your brows raised.

“More than…” you said with a smile, “I’m pregnant!” You shouted with a huge smile and Harry’s features softened.

“Honey…” he said tenderly as he came up to you, “Yeah?” He asked for confirmation as he grabbed your face gently and you nodded. Your eyes started to well up when you saw the tears forming in his own eyes.

“Yeah. You’re gonna be a dad, H.” You confirmed and he dipped down to kiss you deeply before pulling back to hug you and hold you close.

“Oh, you just made my whole fucking year. My whole fucking life…” he hummed “I’m so happy I don’t even know what to say.” He chuckled as he swayed your bodies a bit and you laughed.

“I mean, same! I was so surprised when the doctor told me. It was very unexpected.” You explained through a happy giggle as you rubbed over his back, “I bought a slice of chocolate cake and framed a picture of the sonogram for you to see. Had a whole thing planned since I thought you were getting in later.” You disclosed and he let you go to allow you to grab the image of the sonogram. When you handed it over to him his tears definitely started to fall. 

  “I don’t even know what the fuck I’m looking at but I just know they’re already perfect.” He said through his sniffles and you laughed and then brought your hand up to the image.

“It’s right…shit, was it this thing or this one?” You questioned as you pointed between two different areas on the sonogram.

“Baby…” he huffed.

“I’m kidding! It’s this little smudge. I’m almost seven weeks along.” You shared as he set it down and then picked you up and spun you around happily as it finally hit him. You shrieked as your sandals were flung off by him spinning you.

“We did it!” He chanted a few times as you spun before he set you down on the counter. “Oh baby, you’re going to be phenomenal. Everyone at the brewery is going to be so happy when they see your bump coming in!” He said as he squeezed your thighs in excitement, “And well, I mean, I don’t care what we’re having, I just want to buy stuff and look at baby names immediately!” 

“We can do all that.” You giggled as he started to get a bit hyper over this but he was just so fucking pleased with the news. “We’re gonna be good at this.” You said softly and he nodded.

“Undoubtedly so.” He hummed as you ran your thumb over his cheek bone. “You’re really pregnant.” He chuckled again in slight disbelief. “I’m over the moon. I feel like I have super powers, like I could fly.” He chuckled.

“Please do not test that theory.” You joked and he sniggered.

“And here I thought I already loved you as much as I could.” He hummed and you grinned.

“Wait until we meet the baby.” You said and he sighed and smiled.

“It’s going to be so cool.” He hummed and you nodded and then your smile faded a bit.

“Thank you for being patient.”

“Oh, no…” he said, “Like any of that was in your control…”

“Well, if I had just listened to you from the beginning and gone to get checked we would’ve caught this sooner.” You acknowledged and he shook his head.

“None of that…it happened when it was supposed to. If it had happened sooner you’d be in the middle of that while we’re in the middle of this expansion. It would’ve been a lot of stress to deal with. I mean, maybe I would’ve even passed up on the opportunity if you were pregnant when they offered the unit to me.” He said and you sighed, “Besides, it can be scary to go and get these things checked out. There’s always a risk of receiving bad news and that’s anxiety-inducing. I understand, baby. But we finally did it.” He said and you nodded before kissing him deeply.

Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. Your legs wrapped around his body and you slightly pulled back from his lips.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, my love?” He asked.

“Can we eat the cake now?” You asked with a little grin and he chucked.

“Yeah, we can eat the cake.”

“I just have a simple request.”

“Shoot. Anything for m’girl.” He said with a smile.

“Put it in the microwave for like 20 seconds. Like when it’s all warm and melty.” You said and Harry smirked.

“You know what I like all warm and melty?” He said suggestively and you giggled and kissed him slowly for a moment. 

“Promise me we’ll be like this with each other forever?” You asked and he smiled, “Kids can be great but they can also change things with us.” You pointed out.

“You’re right.” He agreed, “But I want you to know that to me, you’re the top priority. Always.” He shared and your gaze softened, “Everything I do, I do with you in mind.” He shared, “I exist because you do.” He said and your heart melted in your chest as he said this, “And as long as you’re alive I will choose you every day. I’ll always be in love with you.” He assured you and as your glossy eyes met his you saw his sincerity and believed him. You grabbed his jaw and pulled him in for a searing kiss before pulling back, “Believe me, we were meant to do this together.” He assured you and in that moment you knew everything was going to be alright.

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"What?" you inquired as a nervous giggle bubbled from you and he chuckled and shrugged.

"Nothing. Just...looking." he said simply and you smiled and continued with securing the ties on your sleeping shorts into a little, messy bow. Your top half was still bare, but he wasn't just looking at your breasts. You noticed how his eyes trailed down to your tummy.

You were a little nervous that you hadn't gotten pregnant yet. You'd been trying for like three months! Harry had gone to the doctor the year prior, before you even talked about trying and he was fine. But you hadn't checked on that yet. You wondered if you should. Maybe you had fertility issues that you didn't know of.

"You're fine, baby." Harry reassured you as he hugged around your midsection. You swore he could read your mind. He then smooched a kiss to your temple. "There's like a very specific window for this and if we miss it, it's not happening." he reminded you and you nodded.

"Right..." you responded as you interlocked your fingers with his.

"It'll happen. Besides, if it happens now we're having Taurus baby. Famously incompatible with Aquarians." he reasoned and you chortled.

"That shouldn't be a problem unless you're planning to be romantically linked to our child." you said and he scoffed.

"Jesus..." he scowled, "S'not just in that context." he said as he squeezed your fingers with his and you giggled.

"I know. Just being an asshole." you confessed.

"You know, the other day, when you were chopping up a papya for me?" he inquired and you nodded. "It just hit me how much love is inside of you. And how that would make you such a great mother. Like I know you hate chopping fruits, particularly that one." he said and you hummed in agreement.

"Smells like puke." you mumbled, "You're nasty for eating it as much as you do." you grimaced and he laughed.

"Alright, we can agree to disagree." he said, "But you know, you still did. I didn't even have to ask you to. You just knew." he said and you smiled, "You have an instinct to nurture and dote on and it's so fucking beautiful." he said before kissing your cheek. "When it happens, you're gonna be so good at it." he reassured you.

You pried his hands off of you and twirled around. You got on your tiptoes and kissed him deeply. He was slightly taken aback but quickly wrapped his arms around you and gave you a nice bear hug as your mouths moved together in perfect harmony. Your hands slithered up his nice, firm biceps. Then, those broad shoulders of his. Then up his neck and finally you were holding his face. He started to accelerate the speed of the kiss and your lips twitched up in a grin.

"Easy, daddy." you whispered and he smiled.

"Sorry, baby." he murmured with the most pussy-clenching rasp. "You get me really excited."

With your bare chest pressed against his, he could feel your nipples hardening as you got aroused from your steamy kiss. Your tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he opened up and let you slip it into his. He moaned as your slow and searing kiss grew more and more lewd by the second. Harry's arms released you and instead his hands gripped your hips before letting them slide back towards your ass.

"Yeah, daddy....you're getting so big and hard for me." you praised quietly. Your right hand slid down his brawny chest and chiseled abs and finally reached over that growing bulge in his boxer briefs. You palmed over his bulge a few times before reaching between his legs to fondle his balls too. You could feel it twitch as it came alive. He moaned as you slid your hand inside and guided his half-hard cock upward. "I like it when your tip comes out the top of your briefs. You're so fucking big." you mumbled happily and he smiled before kissing you deeply again.

Just moments later Harry's cock was at full mast. He was dying from your index finger just barely grazing over his tip every now and again. It was starting to make his pre-come bead at his tip.

"Fuck, get on your knees f'me." he ordered and you grinned before pulling away. Harry slipped out of his boxer-briefs before sitting on the edge of the bed with spread legs, his thick erection standing straight up. You loved it when he was so hard that it twitched and stood higher. Your mouth watered at the sight of him so you just went after him without another moment to lose. "Oh shit, baby...." he groaned as he watched your cheeks hollowing out as you sucked his tip, drawing the pre-come up and out of him so that you could get a taste of him. "Shit..." he moaned lowly as he brought his right hand up to your head and wove his fingers into your hair.

"Take more." he said as he gently pushed you down and you relaxed your jaw to get him in deeper. When he was in the back of your mouth you started to stroke what didn't fit as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. His cock was so slippery with your drool and his own arousal. You gagged when he pushed you down a little more, "Shhh...just a little more." he appeased you, it almost felt patronizing. "Relax, baby." he reminded you and you breathed in through your nose and relaxed your throat so that he could get deeper. And boy did he...you were stuffed.

"Fuck yeah. Good girl." he praised you as he started to gently thrust up into your mouth and down your throat. He took a slow pace so that you could properly breathe between each one. You could feel yourself getting all sticky between your legs as your slick started to pool into the crotch of your shorts.

You loved it when he fucked your mouth. You loved the flavor of him on your tongue and the scent of his skin. The weight of his big, fat cock in your mouth...it did ungodly things to you. The vibrations from your muffled moans tickled down his cock causing him to sink in a little deeper. Your eyes were brimming with the tears collected in them from him triggered your gag reflex with each thrust. After a few more they inevitably spilled down your cheeks as you choked around him and tapped his thigh and he pulled you up by the hair.

"You're alright, baby. Breathe." he cooed as you started coughing a bit. He smiled down at you as you took a nice deep inhale. "Alright?"

"Yeah." you assured him with a pleased smile. "Need you." you said softly as you glanced up at him with those pretty, glassy eyes.

"Alright, baby." he smiled and helped you up and out of your shorts before you climbed onto the bed, "How do you want it?"

"From behind." you said and he smiled.

"Mmmm...s'gonna get so deep." he said with a delighted smirk and you nodded.

"Yeah. That's what I want. I wanna feel it tomorrow and the next day too." you said as his lips hovered over yours. Your foot ran up his calf quickly before you tangled your leg with his.

"Yeah, baby? Do you need daddy to pound the horny out of you?" he asked and you nodded.

"Please, daddy." you implored, your desperate gaze met his. He smirked and quickly flipped you over onto your tummy.

His big, warm hands ran up your thighs and gripped your butt before he landed a sharp smack against you. You gasped at the unexpected sting and then you felt his lips smooch down where he spanked you. And then he did it to the other side and your fingers dug into the bed covers to get through the stinging sensation. Your grip loosened when it started to subside.

"You're dripping for me." he hummed and you bit your lip as his fingers tickled over your labia for a moment. "M'gonna get the wedge pillow. " he said and you smiled.

"Yes, please." you hummed and felt him get off the bed. After a few moments you heard him return.

"Hips up for me, baby." he instructed softly and you wiggled around until you were able to arch up high enough for him to slide the wedge right beneath your hips. He already reached part of your g-spot in general, but when he was fucking you from the back and you were angled this way with the cushion, he reached it perfectly. He didn't even warn you before he pushed into you forcefully making you choke on a moan as he squeezed your hips.

"So fucking tight..." he mumbled as he held still to let you adjust for a moment. You felt so fucking full. You swore that he was in your tummy.

"Move! Please, move." you begged and groaned as he slightly drew his hips back and then thrust back in before grinding into you. "Fuck daddy, right there!" you gasped as his tip collided right against your spot. With each grind of his hips you felt a tingle zap through your entire body. Harry then pulled out and sunk in again to deliver a toe-curling thrust. The sounds that left you were obscene. Suddenly you heard a soft buzz and moaned. "Baby..."

"Grabbed your Pebble too." he said and you shook your head.

"You're gonna fuck me up." you mumbled and he smirked.

"Good. Lift a little and get it on your clit." he instructed. You did as he requested, the ergonomic shape of the pillow and toy you were using allowed for the toy to fit perfectly over your clit. The thing about this toy was that it was a sucking toy, the incessant slurping against your clit always pulled orgasms from you with an unbelievable ease. It drove you crazy every single time, you'd always end up squirting and were left a trembling mess. "I know s'hard with this toy but I want you to put off your orgasm as much as possible, okay? I can feel it if you come without permission." he reminded and you bit your lip but nodded.

"Yes, daddy." you responded as you got the toy into the best position and you tensed up as your clit got sucked into the opening.

Harry smirked as he saw your body tense from behind and your hot little muscle squeezed around his cock with the added stimulation. He retreated almost to the tip before mercilessly plunging back into you over and over again as you whined and whimpered for him to keep fucking you. He loved how your fists would clench the bed sheets hard as your walls started to throb in perfect time with his heart beat. It helped him keep his pace until you started to just squeeze, your legs started to stiffen up a bit and he smirked.

"What did I say?" he asked as he stilled inside of you and your body relaxed for a moment before your hips jolted a bit when more of your weight rested on the toy again, causing your clit to feel the sucking even more intensely.

"Sorry, y'just feel so good." you mumbled and he smiled.

"You feel good too, baby. So warm and wet f'me. You've got the most welcoming little pussy." he hummed as he kneaded your ass and then sightly pulled your cheeks apart to get a better look at your other little hole. He had tried to open you up there before but your nerves always got the best of you and you could never get past the second plug. He let a little wad of spit trickle down over it and he lived for the way you whined when he rubbed his thumb against it.

"Gonna let me get in there?" he asked and you chuckled, "Obviously not today, another time. For now s'just gonna be my thumb." he warned as he pressed against the tight muscle just a bit, "Relax, love. Just relax." he encouraged you and continue grinding his cock into you while he pushed his thumb into your bum until he had it in all the way and you whimpered at the full feeling. You were absolutely stuffed. Your toes were curled and your fists clenched as he played with both of your holes. "As much as you say you don't like it...your body says otherwise. You're absolutely drenching my cock." he chuckled, "You're such a little slut for me." he hummed as he thrust in hard and you whimpered, "Let me use you how I see fit." he spoke so deeply that it made you even wetter, "Want me to put a baby in you..." he mused and you moaned as he started to grind against you, getting that spot with every gyration of his hips. That, added with his thumb inside of you and then the fucking sucking toy on your clit, it was getting to be way too much.

"I-I'm gonna come!" you warned him and he chuckled and pulled out of you quickly leaving you completely empty. He saw your body relax and he just squeezed your hip reassuringly.

"That's good, just relax a bit. Let it pass." he encouraged you and you were truly trying your best but your stomach was still tensed tight despite your limbs having relaxed a bit as the peak of your pleasure started to fizzle out.

"Please...it's too much." you pleaded.

"You can take it." he assured you. You knew very well that you could take it but you liked to get whiny because he always babied you just a bit but still had his way with you. You just loved the extra attention he gave you to get you to comply with whatever things he wanted to do with you. He lined himself back up to your drippy opening and eased back in and you sighed in relief. He felt your warm, velvety walls start to flutter when he bottomed out against your g-spot again before he started to hump against you. His tip was prodding and rubbing into that deliciously sensitive spot inside of you as he rolled his hips into you from behind. You were trying not to drool from how good it felt. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as you tried your hardest to stave your orgasm off. "Good girl, you can do it, my love." he assured you with a light chuckle as he felt you trying to not let his movements push you over the edge.

"I can't...I can't..." you cried pathetically. The stimulation to your clit was just about to have you coming undone at any moment. You were trying your hardest not to think about it, "Please, daddy! Please let me come!" you implored. Even if he didn't give you permission you were going to come regardless. He chuckled as your walls fluttered around his girth erratically. "I need to come, please!"

"Go one then." he hummed patronizingly and just like that, the feelings peaked and you started to shiver. All of the wonderful tingling sensations and butterflies started swarming out from your tummy and through your limbs. But suddenly, Harry pulled out of you and while your orgasm continued due to the toy, the best parts of it that came from his cock fucking into you started to fizzle.

"Harry..." you whined as your hips twitched a bit. You felt him kiss the small of your back before he smiled against you.

"A little punishment for being impatient." he said and you felt so annoyed at him.

"You're being mean." you huffed.

"Am I, baby?" he asked and you nodded. "M'sorry. I'm gonna make you come really hard, I promise. Wanted to make you squirt, but you're just a little needier than usual today." he said.

"I'm ovulating." you mumbled and he paused for a few seconds.

"Oh..." he finally exclaimed and you hummed, "I didn't know that." he said.

"Took a test before you got home." you informed him. "S'why I was feeling a little nervous. Because if we...do it tonight and I don't get pregnant then...something might be wrong. With me." you explained quietly. A solemn feeling settled between the two of you and Harry swallowed thickly as he grabbed your hip gently and pulled the pillow from beneath you.

"Baby." He said softly and you reached beneath your body to pull the toy away from you and he grabbed it and turned it off. "Hey, hey, hey...look at me, my love." he hummed and you sighed as you rolled over and he hovered above you and kissed your cheeks. "I love you." he said with a smile, "No matter what, we're gonna be fine." he assured you.

"Promise?"

"Promise." he smiled and you smiled slightly. "Now, can I make you come?"

"For real this time?"

"Yeah, baby. For real." he chuckled.

You opened your legs for him and he slid back inside of you. You hummed in delight as he bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dug into his back and scratched down hard in response to the force of his thrust. He was effectively rearranging your guts, completely stealing your breath away.

"Get your clit for me, love." he said and instead of reaching between your bodies, you grabbed the toy and he smiled as you got it back on and slid it back between your bodies. You gasped as your clit got sucked into the opening and then Harry started to speed up his thrusts. His eyes met yours and he smiled. "This is the one, baby. Gonna knock you up." he hummed, "Fuck, you're gonna be so gorgeous with our baby making your tummy grow." he said and your eyes squeezed shut, "Nuh-uh, look at me. Look at me while I breed your needy little pussy, baby. You want it so bad, don't you?"

"Yes, daddy! Please, give me a baby!" you whispered as your tummy started to feel warm with the pleasure swirling deep inside of you. It was starting to spread throughout your entire body.

"I will, my love. I'm gonna come so deep in your pussy, there'll be no choice but for it to catch." he said and you looked at him with an impatient expression in your eyes. "Oh fuck, your little cunt is so good!" he panted.

You felt like you were on fire, your body was growing tense, the feelings of your desire, lust, love, and pleasure were blossoming to unmanageable amounts. They were going to burst from you. You could feel it literally swelling inside of you, a pressure that was familiar and made for the best orgasms.

"I'm gonna come!" you gasped and he groaned.

"Yeah baby, come for me. Make a mess all over my big, fat cock." he grunted as he pounded into you until the most lewd moan broke from your throat and then moments later he felt the first gush of you squirting against him. His lips turned up in a smile and your eyes fluttered closed as you also smiled wide in relief.

"Fuck! Thank you, daddy!" you panted, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! But please, come inside me. Please fill me up!" you mewled.

He lowered himself further as his thrusts grew harder, he was fucking more cum out of you. You couldn't help the shrieks that escaped you as his hips pummeled into yours until you were squirting again from the endless stimulation. Your legs were shaking and your nails digging into his ass as you held him as close as possible.

"Fuck...here it comes, baby. Gonna give you so much cum." he groaned as he started to grind into you before he froze and started to cum. His hot, creamy load erupted from his twitching tip that was buried deep inside of you. He moaned so fucking pretty, it made you dizzy.

"Fuck daddy, I can feel it filling me up...." you smiled happily as he completely stopped and smiled down at you before dipping down and kissing you deeply.

Your lips met his eagerly and tenderly as your bodies started to come down from those incredible highs. He wasn't growing soft all that fast, so he carefully turned you onto your sides so that he could stay inside of you as you kissed each other languidly. Honestly, it had been a while since you had actually made out with your husband and it was nice. He was holding your thigh to keep your leg draped over his hip and he was rubbing up and down it. Your hand was perched over his firm pectoral. You loved his brawny chest so much. Slowly, your kiss started to simmer down and soon he was pecking all over your face as you giggled quietly.

"I love you so much, baby." he hummed quietly.

"Love you too." you whispered happily. "I'm sure this one was it."

"Think so?" he asked quietly and you nodded.

"I do." you confirmed happily, "We'll see in a few weeks." you shrugged and he smiled and kissed your lips quickly.

"Oh you'll be seeing something in a few weeks... a positive test." he assured you.

He was so optimistic, you could see it in his eyes and in turn that made you feel optimistic about your chances to get pregnant this time. You both wanted it so badly that there was no way it wouldn't happen. You giggled and kissed him again.

So everyone at your table got to talking about what they did that past work week and then Harry and Alex started making conversation. They talked about their jobs and their hobbies and if you didn't know any better, you would have thought Harry was flirting. Well he wasn't intentionally flirting because he's more respectful to go around flirting with strangers in front of his wife, but he may have unintentionally flirted.

Alex and Harry some how went from talking about their music interest to sexuality. You had no clue what or who brought it up, but you just sat back and enjoyed your vodka, listening to them chat; which you could barley hear due to the loud music. Something they had in common was their sexuality. Probably why they choose to talk about it. They were both bisexual.

Early on in your relationship with Harry, he told you he was bisexual. Of course you didn't care. You loved him and you knew he loved you. There was never a time where his sexuality became a problem in your dating journey or marriage. You just knew he was sexually attracted to men and that he didn't have much experience with guys because he started dating you shorty after he came to terms with what his sexuality was.

Maybe it was the alcohol running through your systems or maybe it was a decision that you didn't give much thought on because you kind of liked the idea from the start, but at the club that night, Harry whispered in your ear the question, "Would you maybe interested a threesome tonight?" You and Harry had always talked about wanting to participate in a threesome. Only ever threesomes with another man because you knew you were straight and the idea of sleeping with another girl was yuck to you. It only made since to have another guy because Harry was the bisexual one. Plus, if Harry had another female in bed, even though you would be there, you know you would have gotten super jealous. But for some reason you had different feeling with it being a man.

When the opportunity of a threesome was at hands reach, you knew you couldn't pass it up. You agreed so Harry, you, and Alex made your way back to your at the time apartment. If it would have been a total stranger, you probably wouldn't have brought him to your house but he was great friends with your mutual friends so that had to count for some level of trust right?

Before any sexual acts begun, Harry and yourself laid down some ground rules. Like what Alex could and couldn't do to you, mostly due to you being comfortable, not jealousy. What Harry and Alex could do together. That Alex must wear a condom for sexual safety.

Though you knew you'd be jealous seeing Harry with someone else, you wanted him to experiment as much as possible with a man. You knew he never got to explore his sexuality and this was the perfect opportunity for him to do just that. But through-out the threesome that night, you could see Harry holding off on a lot. He would hesitate to kiss Alex. He constantly asked you if you were alright with what he was doing. After all, Harry was in love with you, not Alex. No matter how much he loved the male gender, he loved his wife way more and didn't want anything to come in the way of that.

After the night of your threesome with Alex, Harry had a long conversation with you. How he didn't care if he ever slept with another man if you were opposed by that idea. What Harry didn't know was how much it turned you on, seeing him with another guy. People might have called you crazy because you admitted enjoying seeing your husband have sex with another person but in all honestly, you liked it and weren't ashamed to admit it.

Through-out the course of a few weeks, after reassuring Harry you didn't mind him sleeping with other "guys" (making sure you clarified guys to him, not girls), you and Harry had regular threesomes with Alex. He didn't have a partner and had very similar personalities to you both. That might be why you all clicked so much.

Months eventually went by and you kept having regular threesomes with him. Of course you and Harry had sex alone still because you were the married couple after all, but anytime you were up for a bit of fun, Alex was your guy. Every time you'd call him, he'd come over. Eventually, Alex coming over meant more than a threesome occurrence. He would come over just to hang out. Sometimes he'd go shopping with Harry and yourself. And he'd even stay the night when a threesome session lasted too late. If you didn't know otherwise, it already felt like you were in a poly relationship and not just friends with benefits. Technically that's all you were. Friends with benefits in a married relationship.

You and Harry started catching feelings for Alex which scared the shit out of you both. You weren't familiar with a polyamory relationship and didn't really know it was a thing. What you did know was that you loved Harry very much and he still very much loved you. So it was confusing to you when you shared these feelings for another person.

One day, Harry and you sat down with Alex and had a long discussion. Explained to him how you both had feelings for him and wanted to see if he would be open to the idea of a relationship with both of you. Alex wasn't in the least bit hesitant. He had known for a while he had caught feelings for yourself and Harry but kept that to himself for obvious reason. Reasons like you were married. He would never want to break up a marriage because of his feelings. But the idea he could have you both, without worry, that was the best news he'd ever heard.

Alex was technically your boyfriend for a while. You eventually moved in together and started doing domestic things around the house. All of your family and friends eventually found out. Some were happy but you could tell they were skeptical. Others were right out opposed to the idea. At the end of the day though, all that mattered was Harry, Alex, and yourself were happy and it didn't matter what anyone thought.

You finally got comfortable with idea of letting Harry and Alex have sex together alone. That was probably one of the hardest things to let happen. Same with Harry. Letting you have sex alone with Alex. Before, you always had sex as a group. Now it was to the stage where one of you wanted alone time with just one partner. The main reason you found it so difficult at first was you were afraid that Harry would leave you. That he'd realize he was actually gay or was only in love with Alex. But Harry assured you many times that he was still and even more in love with you from when your wedding day occurred.

You also had to reassure Harry that you still loved him many times along the way. Especially when you and Alex had sex alone. You had sex with Alex a lot less then Harry did with him alone because you married Harry for a reason. You loved sex with Harry. You loved everything about him. Being alone with Alex was hard because though you loved him, you loved him when you were a group of three. It took a while for you fully let go of that thought process and allow yourself to be in love with two people at once.

Having Alex as your boyfriends for about 2 years, you and Harry wanted to get married to him. In the state of California it was thankfully legal. Legal to be married to two people at once. Really it never showed up as you all being in a polyamory relationship. It showed up for you and Harry as being married to two separate people. Like you didn't get divorced before you got remarried but it didn't cancel your current marriage license. For Alex, it just showed he was married to two people all together because he wasn't tied down with a previous or current marriage.

Now all three of you have been happily married for a year and you're each in love with one another. You couldn't be more happy and you love what your family has turned into.

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"Is something wrong, H?" you question carefully.

Harry hesitates before stuttering, "Um, it's just, um. Nevermind actually."

You stop doing your makeup completely so he has your undivided attention and take a wild guess as to what he's wanting to say, or more so, ask. "Harry, by any chance did you want me to put some makeup on you? Because if you did want to wear some, that's fine."

Relief washes over him when you guess correctly. For a while now Harry's had this want to try out and wear some makeup. Not everyday or just anywhere. But to the club or a party, he would fancy a little color and sparkle to his face. He's just been afraid to ask because he was scared you'd judge him.

Nodding his head, Harry replies, "Yes please."

His answer has a soft smile take over your face. You stand up from your vanity chair and walk over until you're stood in front of Harry's legs. "Baby, why didn't you tell me you wanted to wear some makeup? I wouldn't have cared. I think you'd look fantastic with a bit of shimmer on your eyes and rouge on your cheeks."

Looking up, Harry answers sadly, "It's just, I thought you'd judge me. I know anyone can wear makeup and it's not just for girls but, I didn't know if you thought that way. I only fancy wearin' some when we go out on the towns. Not everyday or anythin'."

"That's fine, Harry," you began, "I'd never judge you for wanting to wear makeup sometimes. And you're right, makeup is not just for the girls and the gays. Anyone can wear makeup if they want, okay."

Giggling, Harry says back, "Okay, but I am a little gay aren't I...."

You can't help but giggle back at his words. What he means is that his sexuality is fluid and he told you early on in your relationship that he wasn't straight. Harry was equally as nervous to disclose his sexaulity to you as he was minutes ago, admitting he would like to wear some makeup. But you knew him wanting to wear makeup had nothing to do with his sexuality. Unlike what stereotypes have you believe.

"Alright, go sit on my vanity chair and pick out what color of eyeshadow you want to wear. And pick out a glitter if you want a touch of that as well." Harry listens to your instructions and picks out the colors and shimmers he'd enjoy wearing tonight.

He chose a bright blue for his lids because he said it would pair well with his outfit. Then requested just a small dusting of your silver glitter to complement the blue shadow. You stood in front of Harry and he relaxed as you took your brushes and did your magic.

To pull this look together, you add a little mascara and some coal liner in his waterline. Then apply a clear lip gloss over his perfectly shaped lips. Harry struggled a bit when you applied the mascara, saying it felt like you were poking his eye out. And when you were finished, he kept blinking, not quit use to having eye makeup on.

"Okay, all done." you announce with a clap. "Did you want anything on your face like foundation or concealer or just this for now?"

Harry studies his face in the mirror ahead and decides, "This is all f'now. Wow, do I look stunnin'. Thank you, m'love. And thank you for not judgin' me."

Looking down at his face slightly, you reply, "Of course, H. I'd never judge you. You can wear all the makeup you want. Or if you ever fancy wearing a dress or heels, I'd never judge you for that either."

Smiling, Harry responds, "Only time I've ever had the desire to wear a dress and heels is maybe for a Halloween costume. But if that changes, I'll let you know."

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He's also been the most supportive partner as well. At least in one part of every concert he'll find a way to hold up the bi flag. Of course he still holds up the rainbow flag which represents all labels under the queer umbrella, but just something about him holding the bisexual flag makes you so happy.

And his fans most likely know why he's so adamant about holding the bi flag because you have now mentioned publicly you're bisexual. Though some still speculate if it's Harry's way of giving clues to his own sexuality when he's stated himself he'd rather go unlabeled. Not really feeling either straight or gay or anything in between.

Not just on stage is he supportive though. This year he took you to your first pride parade. He never had a reason to go before dating you because his sexuality is quite complicated and it never seemed fitting enough to go. But now, you give him a reason to go. To go to a parade where all lgbtqia is welcome.

Harry dressed in more general rainbow clothes so no one got the wrong idea about his personal identity while you dressed in the bisexual colors. But he did wave the bisexual flag with you, up and down the streets at the pride parade in LA.

Not only do you share your attractiveness to beautiful women parts and have a very supportive boyfriend, you also talk about your past relationships. More so you though because Harry would rather forget all of his. Now that you're out to Harry, you share the differences you notice being in a relationship with a guy verses when you dated a women.

The biggest difference for you personally is being dominant with men and submissive with women. You don't know what it is but when your ex girlfriends would call you "baby girl" and push and tug you around during sex, you became mush. Now being with Harry, you have this urge to take control and watch him be all helpless during sex. Which Harry has no problem with because he's always been secretly submissive.

A non sexual difference you can spot is the way the bed smells after a nights sleep. When you shared a bed with your ex girlfriend, the bed would smell of flowers and her apple scented shampoo. With Harry, his bed in the mornings smells more musky and dare you say, manly. Both have their pros and cons but you will say the more manly scent turns you on easier.

Lastly, you try and act all confident in your bisexuality but reality is, you still have insecurities and fears. So you'll often ask Harry, "You promise you don't get scared I'll leave you for a women?"

And Harry will reply, "Why on earth would I need that fear? Is there somethin' I need to know?" That last part is said in a joking tone.

You'll shake your head no and then respond with, "No, it's just, people online keep saying you should be scared I'll leave you for a women and..... and I want you to know you don't have to worry. My attraction to women has nothing to do with my attraction and love for you. Straight people still know they like the opposite gender while being with the opposite gender so it's no different than me knowing I like the same gender while being with the opposite gender."

Harry leans down and whispers near your mouth, "I know, m'love. I know you love me and I've never doubted that for a second. I love that you embrace your sexuality and don't shy away from expressing your feelings when it correlates to your sexuality. Makes me love you even more if I'm honest." Then leans in an inch or two to fully connect his lips with yours.

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Holding himself up over the sink with his hands flat on the counter top, Harry asks, "What? Givin' me a reach around in front of the mirror or somethin'?" He thought maybe you wanted to get a little adventurous in the bathroom and try something you'd never done before in a setting as such, but underestimated what you were really going to do. What came next had his knees buckling and the use of all his strength to not collapse on the floor.

Knowing Harry was very clean from the shower he just had, you carefully spread his ass cheeks apart and stuff your face inside, gliding your wet tongue up his crack. You and Harry have explored his bum before with fingers, strap-ons, and buttplugs but never your mouth. You were always nervous about putting your mouth on a place his shit came out of but your throbbing pussy tonight led you to do things you'd normally have to take great lengths of time to think about.

Gripping the counter until his knuckles turn white, Harry moans, "Holy fuckin', ahh. GOD!!" Naturally he spreads his legs further apart to give you more access and when he does, you point your tongue and directly circle his pucking hole. Your hands grip onto his love handles so you have some sort of stability and you lick his ass hole repeatedly. This in turn has Harry's whole body trembling and to know its all from your actions, it has your legs squeezing together and your panties getting soaked.

Wanting Harry to actually come and knowing your tongue alone won't make that happen, you take your tongue off his hole and instruct, "Touch yourself, baby. Jerk your cock off while I give you a rim job." He doesn't need to be told twice before he's removing his right hand off the counter and places it between his legs and the bathroom cabinets below. It's easier said than done though because he nearly loses his balance but manages to stay upright for you.

Harry's hand picks up a nice rhythm on his now rock hard cock and his orgasm starts to build up quickly. Not to mention the way your tongue feels makes him feel faint. You remove your hands from his waist and cup his white cheeks so you can help spread him a bit more open. Then once that's done, you take the brave step and start to tongue fuck his anus.

"Mhm, fuckin' hell. Not....... not gonna last very lo...long." Harry cries out. You can tell he won't last long either. His whole body is nearly shaking and the hand he has jerking his dick off with is getting increasingly faster and faster. That only gives you more motivation to add to his pleasure and torture his ass with your tongue.

You hum as you wiggle your pink tongue into his spread hole that's decorated with soft, trimmed pubes and all the sudden, without warning, Harry lets out a very loud, high pitched growl and his whole body tenses up. Cum begins to spurt out the head of his throbbing cock and it coats and runs down the dark brown cabinets that's level with his groin area. You can feel his anus tightening around your wet muscle as his body rakes through orgasmic contractions. A smile appears on your face when you see what you've created. That being a sexually exhausted Harry.

Once you realize his hand is slowing down on his cock from becoming over stimulated, you slowly remove your tongue from his weeping hole. Before standing up, you place a big smooch on his left bum cheek and give his right cheek a light tap, making Harry's trembling body jerk forward. Then you stand on your now sore legs and look in the mirror in front of you.

Harry is still bent over the bathroom counter and sink, trying to collect himself from what just happened. In no way was he expecting to get a fucking rim job from his girlfriend after his shower tonight, but he's also in no way complaining. Not with how hard he just came.

"So um, did you enjoy?" you ask nervously. You were all confident and proud of your doings at first but having never gave him a rim job before, you question if he actually enjoyed it as much as he acted like he did.

Finally uncurving his back and standing straight, Harry looks at your face from within the mirror. Then with an intake of oxygen from trying to regulate his breathing again, he replies back, "Did I enjoy it? Are you fuckin' serious. Never came harder in my life. That felt a bit too good if you ask me. But now m'all sticky from sweat and cum and need to take another shower before bed. And this time it won't be alone."

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Basically Harry helped you discard your pj's and dragged you into the walk-in shower with him after cleaning his cum off the bathroom cabinets. You truly thought he'd be too exhausted for anything else tonight but you were wrong. He ended up on his knees in the shower and ate your pussy life a midnight snack. By the time he gave you two orgasms and you washed your bodies off, you were actually both too tired to think straight and so you slipped into your shared bed naked, falling asleep shortly after.

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Harry turns to you and replies with a gentle smile, "Yeah, of course. You can go to my bathroom upstairs and look in one of the drawers by the sink. I generally keep period products there for when I have female visitors." God created men, and then he created Harry as an apology, you conclude. He's so fucking thoughtful.

With a sigh of relief, you respond, "Thank you. I'll be quick." You hurry up the stairs and proceed to his bathroom with urgency, fully aware that you're currently free bleeding. Upon entering, you close the door and search through the drawers of his vanity to locate the pads and tampons.

The first drawer you open is filled with floss picks and an electric razor. The second drawer holds additional rolls of toilet paper. However, as you open the third drawer, you're met with an unexpected sight that leaves you speechless. You were hoping to find something to assist your period, but instead, you come across a selection of dildos and butt plugs. When you finally open the fourth drawer, you let out a sigh of relief upon finding the items you'd been searching for.

You take a tampon out and make your way to the toilet to insert it. After you're done, you wash your hands and let your thoughts return to the drawer that's filled with sex toys. Harry has never mentioned having any of these types of items. Despite the many times you've had sex, he's never proposed the idea of incorporating sex toys into the mix. Perhaps, he uses them for his own pleasure, or he might enjoy using them on partners. But if that's the case, why hasn't he brought that idea up to you before?

You make your way out of the bathroom before Harry has time to become concerned and head downstairs to resume the movie together. Upon your return to his side, he asks, "Is everythin' alright?" You had a weird expression on your face that he couldn't quite place.

Trying to play off what you've just seen, you reply, "Yep, yeah, I'm fine. Let's finish the film."

For the remainder of the night, you don't bring up what you discovered in his bathroom drawer, but it never leaves your mind. If anything, you're just curious as to why he has those items. You would never judge his reasoning.

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A week has passed since that evening you discovered Harry's drawer containing phallic-shaped items and butt plugs. You've been looking for the right moment to bring it up, which has now finally presented itself.

Currently, you're in Harry's bed, having sex. He's on top of you, pounding you into the mattress, while your hands rest on his perfectly round bum. As he begins to thrust more vigorously, your hands slowly slide closer to his crack, and when you accidentally graze his sensitive hole, Harry almost collapses on top of you.

Seeing how much pleasure it caused him, you do it again, this time with purpose. "Oh fuck!" Harry curses as you rub your fingers over his puckered rim.

Taking a deep breath, you bravely ask, "Yeah, does that feel good? Like having your tight hole played with?"

With his forehead resting against your neck, Harry affirms with a nod and softly murmurs, "uh-hu." He only confesses this because it's clear that you're open to touching him there; otherwise, he would've refrained from sharing such information due to his fear of being judged.

Eventually, you get lost in your own pleasure and forget about touching his bum. That is, until you're laid lax on the bed, muscles weak from your orgasm, with Harry laying on top of you. As you both try and catch your breaths, you bite the bullet and ask the question that's been on your mind all week.

"So.... does those toys you have in your bathroom drawer have anything to do with you liking your ass played with?" You really hope your question doesn't come off as rude or too invasive. You're genuinely curious.

Harry's body goes rigid at your question. Then he sits up slightly, looking down at you with confusion. "What?"

With a hint of anxiety in your voice, you explain, "Um, it's just, the other night, while I was looking for a tampon in your bathroom, I opened the wrong drawer and discovered several dildos and butt plugs. I was just wondering whether those items were for your personal use or you use them on other people. But just so you know, I'm not judging you in any way, just curious is all."

Harry falls back down and buries his face in your warm skin, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him at your accidental discovery of his sex toys. He usually stores them in his closet, but after cleaning them the other day, he had set them in the drawer to dry.

In truth, Harry does enjoy anal play. Ever since he began puberty and started to explore his body, he discovered the pleasurable sensations that can come from anal stimulation. A few years later, he recognized his bisexuality, which, although not directly connected to his enjoyment of anal play, is certainly a positive in the situation.

Unfortunately, he's only had a handful of male partners. Therefore, when he's not able to experience penetration from a real cock, he frequently utilizes one of the dildos he's purchased for himself.

When he was with women, Harry typically didn't mention his liking for having his ass played with, out of concern for being judged. There were a few instances in the past where they'd end up finding out, leading to a mix of reactions—some supportive and others quite judgmental. So, he opted to keep that aspect of himself hidden and relied on his toys for when he craved anal.

Now that you're aware of his secret, he's filled with dread at the thought of your rejection. Yet, he reckons that if you willingly touched his bum during sex, that implies you're not completely against it.

With his warm breath against your neck, Harry reveals, "Um..... yes, they're mine. When I was a teenager, I realized I enjoyed havin' my bum touched. I usually keep it to myself 'cause I've been judged for it before. So....... that's why I tend to use my toys when I am alone. Sorry for not tellin' you."

The quiver in his voice stirs a sadness within you. Him revealing his anxiety about your potential judgment and the criticisms he's endured in the past breaks your heart. You tenderly hold his face and elevate his chin so he can meet your eyes. "Harry, sweetheart, I would never think less of you for liking that. I suspect many men would enjoy anal if they gave it a chance."

You take a deep breath and continue, "I do have a question, though." Harry nods for you to go ahead, so you proceed to ask, "Have you ever used your toys with your girlfriends before? Like, have they used them on you?" If he's open to the idea, you would definitely be eager to make use of his toys on him. The image of fucking him anally with one of his dildos arouses you more than you care to admit.

"There've been one or two times I shared my likin' of anal with ex's who were particularly kind and acceptin', which I appreciated. But in most cases, my partners didn't last long enough after discoverin' my interest in anal play to allow the use of toys during sex. S'also why I keep my sexuality a secret. 'Cause people can be so judgemental."

"Sexuality?" you question cautiously, allowing Harry to explain at his own pace.

"Um yeah, think I was sixteen when I realized I liked boys and girls. So I reckon m' bisexual. But I've only had two male partners. S'why I have so many toys. But I wouldn't say my sexuality has anythin' to do with my likin' for anal, just a bonus I suppose."

You hold Harry tightly in your arms, hoping to express your appreciation for his courage in confiding in you. It's clear that he feels a sense of safety in doing so.

You become aware of his current vulnerability; he's still without clothes, his soft cock positioned between your legs, your bare body surrounding him. The love you feel for Harry is so big that you struggle to find the right words. You also refrain from voicing it aloud out of fear that it may be too early in your relationship to utter such sentiments. So instead, you mummer against his ear, "Thank you for telling me, Harry."

He's on the verge of tears due to your exceptional acceptance. Harry has long struggled to find a girlfriend who fully acknowledges his sexuality and kinks. In his past relationships with boyfriends, he was often judged for his enjoyment of hetero sex, while his experiences with girlfriends led to criticism for his interest in gay sex. This constant judgment made him feel as though he could never succeed in love. However, with you by his side, there's a chance that you'll offer him the love and acceptance that he's been longing for.

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"She came in the first three minutes and then said she was too sensitive to carry on, leaving me rock hard. Didn't offer me a blowjob or anythin'. At least you can handle more than one orgasm. *smirking face*"

or

"Y/n, the girl I hooked up with last week, it went so bad, ugh. Poor thing, thought she could handle deep throating me but ended up puking on m'cock. I was so disgusted that I almost threw up m'self. I wasn't mean about it and helped her clean up but damn did it ruin the mood."

But when you share your hookup stories Harry gets a bit jealous. Your hookups go a lot better than his do. Maybe it's partly due to the fact you're bisexual so you sleep with both men and women. The guys you sleep with typically aren't so great. The women you sleep with are usually amazing but maybe that's because women know how to please other women. Here's how your hookup stories go:

"Harry, this guy I met at the club last week was so hot but when we went back to my place, he had the smallest dick. Dick size doesn't always matter if you know how to use it but he in fact did NOT know how to use it."

and

"Mhm, Harry, her pussy tasted so good. I bet you'd thought the same thing. She let me eat her out for over an hour and I made her come five times. Then she finger fucked me so well that I ended up squirted all over the place. Had to stay the night with her because I couldn't feel my legs after to even walk, hah."

and

"Worst hookup ever! They really need a class to teach uneducated men about female bodies, I swear. Harry, he could NOT find my clit. He thought he was doing something by rubbing my left lip, hah. *harry burst out laughing beside you.* When he asked me if I was going to come, I straight up told him I can't feel a fucking thing with you wiggling my pussy lips back and forth.*

Needless to say, the sex you and Harry have never compares to anyone else you sleep with. Except, your friend Sarah. Maybe it's because she's female and knows what she's doing but she's the only other person besides Harry that you can mess around with for hours and still be in the mood. Sarah is also the only other person who is a regular hookup in your life.

When you're in the mood for pussy, you go to her. When you're in the mood for dick, you go to Harry. But here recently you've been craving both, maybe both at the same time. That's why tonight when you and Harry are eating your routine before sex meal, you're going to propose the idea of a threesome. You've never had one before but you just know you'll enjoy it.

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"So Harry, what do you think about the idea of us having a threesome?" you question while stuffing your face with fried rice.

Harry looks up from his food and replies, "I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to it I guess. What'd you have in mind? Another guy or girl?" See Harry may not be bisexual like you are but he's dabbled in men before. He doesn't have a problem with men in a sexual sense but he would prefer another girl in this situation.

You take a sip of your red wine and answer, "Well, I already talked to her and my friend Sarah said she be down. And since we're just friends with benefits I wouldn't even get jealous. You could do whatever you wanted with her and vise versa."

"Alright," Harry nods, liking the idea of getting to pleasure two women at once or just watching the two of you pleasure each other, "well tell Sarah I'm lookin' forward to it. Friday maybe?"

You look at your calendar to make sure you're free on Friday and settle, "Yeah, Friday should work. I'll call her in the morning and tell her the final verdict. Now, are you ready to head up stairs and fuck?"

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When you called Sarah the following morning to tell her Harry was all in on the threesome idea, she was super excited. She's never met Harry but you've shown her pictures of him and told her how sweet he is. And maybe the fact he's got a nice cock and is super good in bed. Sarah is also bisexual. So from what you'd told her about Harry, she was already attracted to this man.

Friday eventually rolls around and you drive your friend Sarah to Harry's house, beings she didn't quite know where he lived. She was feeling nervous but not exactly nervous because of the threesome. She's had her fair share of threesomes, unlike you. But more so what if Harry didn't like how her body looked or her abilities in bed.

You explained to Sarah on the drive there that Harry isn't picky when it comes to women. He doesn't judge anyone for their weight and size. And he doesn't care about body hair. He's mature enough to know women grow hair and he never expects them to remove it completely. The only thing Harry does request is that you're clean and take care of yourself.

You also told Sarah that Harry is a simple guy. There isn't much that she could do that would turn him off during sex. Besides throwing up on his dick maybe. Or not moaning but really that isn't as much of a turn off as its a request and enjoyment for him to hear. So she had nothing to worry about.

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"Hello, hello, welcome in." Harry greets happily while holding the door open for the two of you. After shutting the door behind himself, he turns around and goes in to hug you first. Then he breaks off the hug between you and him and goes in to hug Sarah. Oh, you forgot to tell her that Harry is a hugger. Oopsies.

Backing away from Sarah's body, Harry asks, "How are you? It's nice to actually meet you. Y/n has told me so many nice things about you. *wink*"

Sarah laughs and replies back, "I'm good, I'm good. And I bet y/n has told you about me. She's told me alot about you too. All good things of course."

Eager to get the night started, you speak, "Well, should we eat so we can get started sooner?"

Both Harry and Sarah look to you and agree with, "Yes, sounds great." Harry had ordered some pizza, not chinese tonight, and brought out the wine. You all sat around in his living room while enjoying your pre sex meal and Sarah and Harry chatted to get to know each other better. Then once you were all finished eating, you took turns using the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Like brushing your teeth, smelling for funk, and actually using the toilet.

After that was done, Harry led you both to his bedroom where the threesome would take place. "Okay, before we get started," Harry begins to state, "is there like, any rules we need to set? Anythin' off limits tonight? I know you y/n pretty well but not so much about you, Sarah."

As Sarah sits on the corner of his bed, she answers him, "Um, well I like a bit of everything except that bdsm shit. Just maybe not anything too rough. Like hitting, slapping, and stuff of that nature. Other than that, I'm open for anything." Sarah has unfortunately been in bad sexual situations before with men and too much aggression during sex triggers her.

Harry claps his hands together and annonces, "Great! So I guess we could all start by getting naked. Everyone has seen the other naked here except me and Sarah but I just know she's beautiful under those clothes." Sarah blushes at his words and starts to peel her clothes off due to his request. Along with you and Harry also removing your clothes.

Once everyone is fully nude, you say, "Since me and Harry know each other pretty well, how about the two of you start messing with each other and I'll find my way in somehow. Then I'm sure it will naturally flow from there."

Nodding, Harry slides over to where Sarah is sitting on the edge of his king size bed and politely asks, "Can I kiss you?" Fuck, if Harry doesn't stop being so damn charming she might just fall in love, she thinks.

Sarah whispers, "Of course." and that gives Harry the final push to gently cradle her face in his right hand and lean in to connect their lips. The kiss starts out soft and slow between them, as you absurve it from the side, but gradually gets more heated when tongues are being involved.

Wanting something to do with her hands, Sarah reaches between Harry's legs and carefully wraps her hand around his half hard cock. Harry moans directly into her mouth at the touch she's giving to him. You decide you can't stand not being apart of this any longer and knee your way over to behind Sarah's body.

Once you're behind her back, you reach around her and cup her breasts in the palms of your hands. She always loved for her boobs to get played with. Then you lean your mouth next to her left right ear and whisper, "So sexy, you are. Do you like me touching your tits, huh? They're beautiful, aren't they, Harry?"

Sarah grunts a 'yes' into Harry's mouth and to answer your question, he pulls his mouth away with heavy pants and looks down at her chest. She does have some nice boobs, he observes. Fully round with medium sized hard nipples. So responding to your question, Harry answers, "Mhm, fuck yeah. They're very pretty. So pretty I think my mouth is craving them right now."

Not even a second later, Harry ducks his head down and pops one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple. "Oh, shit." Sarah moans while tossing her head back, it landing on your shoulder. While she continues to lazily stroke Harry's cock between his legs and he continues to suck her tits, you stay behind Sarah's body to allow her to lean back with support and migrate your hand down lower on her body.

Then your fingers roam her already wet pussy and start to rub her clit. "Uh, God, y/n." she yells, almost overwhelmed with Harry's mouth on her chest and your hand between her legs. Though Harry enjoys sucking and leaving marks on her boobs, he wants to get into the even better stuff.

So he removes Sarah's nipple from his mouth and mutters, "Wanna eat your pussy. Lay down f'me." You take away your hand from her cunt and allow Sarah to crawl into the center of his bed, laying down as Harry instructed her too. This is Harry's first threesome like it is yours so there are times when it can seem like he's forgetting about you. But you won't let that slide for too long.

After Sarah is all laid out for him, Harry settles on his tummy between her spread legs and moans just at the sight before his eyes. Her pussy lips are open as her clear arousal begins to leak out, letting Harry know just how turned on she is for the two of you. Right before Harry dips his mouth to meet her core, Sarah instructs you, "Y/n, sit on my face, please."

You don't need to be told twice. You make your over to her head and straddle her face, reverse cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl because you want to watch Harry in action. Then in sync, you and Sarah moan at the same time as Harry's tongue meets her core and Sarah's mouth meets yours. You've sat on her face many times before so you know just how good her mouth can feel from this angle.

Sarah holds onto your hips to keep you steady while her tongue roams your pussy. She swipes her tongue up and down your slit before focusing on your clitoris. Speaking of clitoris, Harry captures Sarah's clit between his lips and does gentle but consistent sucks and licks to it. She almost looses focus on her job of eating you out but forces herself to stay grounded. At least for a little longer.

"Sarah, fuck, so good, baby. Feels so good." you moan out while started to grind back and forth over her mouth. You take a glance down to watch Harry and nearly come right then and there. You've never had the privilege to watch how he eats pussy, only ever when he's eating you out. So to watch from an outside point of view, you understand why he always makes you come so fast during oral sex.

His mouth is working non stop to make sure he laps up all of Sarah's flowing juices and stays focused on her clit, where he knows women NEED stimulation at. But suddenly an idea pops into his head. He slowly pulls away from Sarah's pussy to request, "Lean down, y/n. Help me out, love." You're confused at what he's asking at first but then he looks up at you with a wiggle to his stuck out tongue and you get the hint.

While keeping your cunt on Sarah's mouth, you carefully lean down, basically doing a 69 position and come face to face with her gorgeous pussy. Harry leans back in and starts to lap up the right side of her clit, giving you the knowledge he wants you on the left. So you take up the offer and place your tongue on the right side of her clitoris and start gently licking back and forth, up and down.

This is the hottest thing you've ever done, you decide in this moment. You and Harry's tongues are basically licking one anothers while having a tiny nerved ball between them. And when you both go in for a suck, your lips come together as if you're kissing, making a suction over her clit. Sarah is losing her shit. So much so she has to stop eating your pussy so she can breath, resulting in her just rubbing her fingers over your clit instead. To give you at least some type of pleasure.

Maybe it was the situation itself, you and Harry both eating Sarah's pussy, or her fingers gradually speeding up, but all the sudden you could feel your orgasm stirring in your tummy. You didn't think you'd be the first to come tonight but this threesome was your idea and so far it's living up to your expectations. It's hot and full of pleasure.

You physically have to move your head away from her clit that you were sharing with Harry to inhale a deep, needed breath. Then while you start to grind your cunt over her fingers to gain more pressure, you moan aloud, "I'm gonna come, fuck. Just like that, Sarah, holy shitttt." Your head drops down to her soft thigh while your mouth is hung open wide.

Then it hits you. Wave after waves of pleasure course through your body as she rubs just right. This is how you know she's had threesomes before. Her being able to pleasure you so well while receiving her own pleasure. Harry wants to pause what he's doing to watch you in ecstasy but decides just to move his eyes to the side and watch that way, so he can continue pleasuring Sarah.

When you become too sensitive from her fingers torturing your clit, you roll off her body and lay beside her, still panting and trying to collect yourself. Sarah takes this opportunity to reach down and grab a handful of Harry's hair, now grinding her pussy into his mouth. "Harry, ahh," she moans, "fuck, I'm coming."

She was already on the cusp of coming while she was still pleasuring you, but now that she can focus on herself, she can't help but finally allow herself to be pushed over the edge. Harry has to hold her hips down with his large hands while lapping his tongue over her pussy as he carries her through her release. Then lifts his mouth off when she cries out from overstimulation.

Now two of the three of you have came and that means it's time to give Harry what he deserves. You sit up and say, "Grab the condom laying by the lamp, Sarah. And who do you want to fuck first, Harry?"

Licking his mouth of Sarah's juices, Harry responds, "Doesn't matter really. Whichever way you both want me."

Thinking for a moment, you conclude, "I guess I'll go first. Wanna ride you. Then you can fuck Sarah however you two decide." Sarah grabs the condom while Harry gets into the right position of him on his back, head propped up by his pillows. The two of you both have a helping hand in rolling the condom down Harry's hard shaft. He hisses at your touches from being so sensitive. He doesn't know how he's going to last long enough to fuck you both.

Once the condom is on, he waves you over with a, "Come 'ere." You don't hesitate before crawling into his lap and lining yourself up with his cock. You're already wet enough so you don't need to worry about that. Once his tip is at your entrance, you slowly begin to sink down with your hands flat on his tattooed chest. "Fuck, you feel so good, love."

When you've bottomed out, you take a second to get accustomed to his stretch before you start to rock back and forth over him. Harry places his hands on your hips to help you move more easily. At first, Sarah just watches you and Harry have sex, but then she gets angsty just sitting there and Harry notices.

So he instructs, "Sarah, look in the bedside table drawer and grab the pink vibrator out of there. It's all clean and everythin' because I washed it before you and y/n arrived. Play with yourself f'me." Sarah is two seconds away from actually falling in love with this man. He literally keeps vibrators in stock for the women he has over and cleans them well before and after each use. What a thoughtful guy.

She does as told and grabs the vibrator from his nightstand drawer. It's a silicone dildo that has a extra appendage at the top for clit stimulation. Basically a rabbit as some would call it. She gets situated beside the two of you and starts to touch herself with the toy like Harry wanted.

Sarah is still soaked from the oral sex she received minutes ago so it's not difficult for her to slip the toy right inside. It is a little tight at first because she hasn't been penetrated in a while but it's nothing painful or anything. Then once the vibrator is fully inserted, she presses the on button and nearly jumps in shock of how powerful it is. He must have put fresh batteries in it too. "Jesus Christ!" she yells while tossing her head back.

You and Harry turn your heads to the side to watch her fuck herself with the vibrating dildo and moan in unision at the sexy view. But also at the feeling of how deep Harry is going inside of you as you continue to ride him. The clit stimulator that's at the top of the dildo Sarah's using is making her near her orgasm twice as fast. And she can tell this orgasm will be big, bigger than her last. (no offence to Harry.)

About three minutes into using the toy, Sarah is on the verge of coming again. This time though because of the internal and external stimulation, she can recognize the signs of her about to squirt. She doesn't always squirt during sex or masturbation but she's just feeling super turned on right now and knows its about to happen.

Wanting to give a warning, Sarah shouts with heavy breaths, "Think I'm gonna squirt, fuckin hell." Harry can't have her squirting all over his bed without it going to good use.

So knowing he doesn't have much time at all, he mutters roughly, "Squirt on m'face. Wanna taste it." Sarah continues to pound the toy in her pussy while trying to stand on her knees. When she's successful, she aims towards Harry's face and lets go. She squirts out streams of clear fluid all over his face, drowning him in her cum. Harry has to stop you from moving over his dick or he would have came right then.

Sarah tosses the toy to the side and vigorously rubs her clit to get every last drop of cum out of her before she collapses over next to him. She honestly doesn't think she'll be able to have Harry fuck her. She's already so worn out. So she decides to tell, "Come in her, Harry. Don't think I can handle another orgasm tonight."

You look down and question her while panting, "You sure, Sarah?"

She nods and replies still out of breath, "Mhm, if we ever do this again Harry can fuck me then. But I'm not use to being fucked by anything beings I've been with only women for a few months now. So I can already feel myself becoming sore later."

With the final verdict, Harry plants his feet flat on the bed and starts to thrust upwards to help you both come faster. His face and hair is still glistening from Sarah's cum and you can tell he's about to come as well, any second now. So to give yourself an extra push, you reach beside you and grab the rabbit Sarah just used before pressing the on button and bring it down to your clit.

You press the tip of the vibrating dildo harshly on your clitoris and that brings you to your end immediately. You scream out as Harry continues to fuck up into you and you hold the vibrator tightly between your legs. Your pussy's contractions that squeeze around Harry's cock is too much and he soon let's go into the condom.

When your highs start to leave, you toss the vibrator away from your bodies and collap on Harry's chest. He welcomes you with loving arms and holds you to his body. You lay in silence for a few minutes, just the sounds of heavy breathing, until you look beside you and see Sarah has dozed off asleep. Fuck, you think that's the cutest thing. But you know she'd be embarrassed that she fell asleep after having a threesome with Harry for the first time.

"Look," you whisper, "she fell asleep."

Harry carefully turns his head to the side and views the image of Sarah's naked body curled up and passed out, which he finds adorable. "Awe, poor thing wasn't playing when she said she couldn't handle anything else tonight. Go use the toilet and come back and crawl up beside her. I'll get up to grab a cloth and wipe you both off."

One thing Harry has learned over the years of hooking up with women is aftercare is so important. Whether it's a one-night stand or a night with you, his friends with benefits, he take the time to give some sort of aftercare. Some aftercare is longer than others, just depending on how well he likes the women he slept with. For you, aftercare is gentle and loving, because he likes to think he loves you. Even if it's just a friendly love for now., well as far as you're aware of. And he really got along well with Sarah so he'll treat her good tonight too.

Harry slips out of you and with a bit of a stumble, you both get out of bed and head to his bathroom. While he stands at the sink getting two wet clothes prepared, you sit on the toilet and begin to piss. Harry has gotten up and close to your vagina many many times so you're not pee shy around him. Everyone pees.

Once you're finished and flush the toilet, you go back into Harry's room and get up on the bed to snuggle close to Sarah. Harry comes walking out his bathroom with the two wet clothes and goes in to clean you up first. He's gentle when he dabs the cloth around your sensitive pussy and after asks quietly, "Do you want to sleep in panties?"

You nod and answer, "Yes, please. No shirt though. And Sarah will too so can you get her's out the bag she brought."

Harry gets back off the bed to collect your underwear that he keeps in his dresser for nights like tonight and then gets Sarah's panties from her bag. He returns a minute later to help you put them on and then it's time to clean Sarah up. "Nudge her awake f'me." Harry tells you, not exactly use to waking her up.

You lean in close and tap her bare shoulder. "Sarah," you softly speak in her ear, "Harry's gonna clean you up now, okay. Then we can all go to sleep."

She jolts awake, startling you and Harry before realizing she'd fell asleep after the threesome. Yep, you were right, she does feel embarrassed. "Shit, I...I'm sorry. Didn't mean to fall asleep on you guys. Lemme call an uber and I'll leave you two alone for the night."

"Hey," Harry coos to Sarah in a gentle manner, "you're not going anywhere. I may fuck a lot of people but I'm never one opposed to cuddles afterwards. You can sleep over, it's fine."

Reluctantly, she agrees with a quiet, "Okay." Now that that's settled, Harry helps spread her legs and starts to wipe up the mess between her legs. She hisses because by now the warm clothes turned cold. After she's all clean, well at least her pussy is, the rest of her body alone with yours and Harry's will need a shower in the morning, he slides her panties up her legs.

"There we go," Harry coos, "get under the covers and get comfortable. M'gonna put some briefs on myself and turn the lights out." Sarah does just that. She slips under the same duvet you're already under and comes in closer to your body. You're both topless so the heat of your skin touching each others is making you very cozy.

Sarah lays her head on your shoulder and whispers, "Tonight was fun and Harry is definitely good in bed. Well, he didn't fuck me but he sure knows how to eat pussy. And he's super thoughtful to have vibrators on hand. You're very lucky, y/n?"

You giggle and ask, "Why am I lucky?" while soothingly running your hands down her bare back.

She responds, "Harry's in love with you. You can see it in his eyes when he looks at you, y/n. It's a different look than he gives me. Just be patient and I'm sure he'll confess his feelings very soon." Her words leave your body stiff and your mouth dry. You never noticed Harry looking at you any differently then he looks at other women but maybe he does.

Harry comes back in with his underwear around his waist and after turning the bedside lamp off, he slides into his covers and moves over until he's on your other side. Every move he makes leaves you questioning if it's a move from a man that's in love or just a normal move. But when he leans in to kiss your cheek and whispers, "I love you." in your ear, you have no doubt Sarah's words are true.

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Once at the table, Harry grabs some paper towels so nothing gets on the wood of the table top and grabs his glasses off the kitchen counter. As he's gotten older, Harry does need glasses to see tiny things or read tiny words. You think him in glasses is sexy to be honest.

Harry comes back and sits beside his son Theo and shakes the nail polish bottle. Then he questions, "Are you excited to have your nails painted?"

Theo is quick to reply, "Yes daddy, just like yours." Harry can't help the smile that spreads over his face when he hears his son wanting to do things that he does. Makes him proud to be his dad.

With Theo's small hands laid flat on the table, Harry begins painting his sons small nails with the purple nail polish. As they did that, you were giving your youngest two kids a bath in their bathroom so you could put them to bed. And your oldest Lily (8) was doing some homework in her room.

After Harry was done painting Theo's nails, Theo was excited to show off his new manicure done by his daddy. He races up the stairs to where you were putting pjs on your two and four year old and says excitedly, "Mummy, mummy, look. Daddy painted my nails."

You turn around and with as much enthusiasm as possible you react, "Oh my goodness my love, they're beautiful. Just like your daddy's nails huh."

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When putting Theo to bed that night, you made sure to tell him that if anyone bullies him for his nails at school, to ignore them and tell them that his daddy wears nail polish and is more successful then they'll ever be.

You told him that what he wears or whether or not he has his nails painted doesn't make him gay or anything other than just himself and to not let anyone tell him otherwise. He should be proud that he wants to be just like his daddy because his daddy is one of a kind.

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Lex did always get those butterflies in her tummy when a pretty girl came up to talk to her. Or she'd notice in class she'd be drooling over girls rather than those musty guys. And though Lex realized she was lesbian, she didn't tell anyone for a while.

She knew her parents y/n and Harry would support her. Especially since her dad was a big advocate for the LGBTQ+ community. Hell, Lex knows her dad isn't one hundred percent straight either. He's very open about not being labeled because he doesn't feel like any label ever fits how he feels on the inside. No matter if he's been married to her mum for twenty years.

But Lex was still scared to come out to her parents. Not in fear of rejection but more so fear of being herself. The fear that comes with telling the people you're closest to that you're something that isn't what you'd call 'normal' and you may have a life that's filled with less love than most people unfortunately.

At the end of the day though, Lex knew that didn't matter. That she needed to tell her parents she was gay. She just had to find what she deemed as perfect timing.

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You and Harry were getting ready for bed like you do every night after going through the routines of putting your four youngest children to bed. Lex, your oldest who's sixteen, usually gets herself ready for bed and doesn't need your help from her parents.

Harry was in your master bathroom brushing his teeth at the sink as he stood there in only his boxers. You were sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in your silk nightgown, rubbing your moisturizers and lotions on your skin. Then just as Harry was finishing up and walking out the bathroom, towards the bed, there was a knock at your bedroom door.

You thought it was probably one of your younger kids that may have trouble falling asleep or got scared and needed their mummy and daddy. But then you hear a mature voice on the other side of the door quietly ask, "Can I come in for a minute?"

Lex didn't want to just open your bedroom door and step inside without asking first because she's old enough to know her mum and dad still get intimate and would hate to get a photo of her parents naked embedded into her brain forever.

Harry was the first to reply with, "Course Lex, come in." as he's getting into the covers in bed with you. Lex nervously steps inside your room and shuts the door behind her so your conversations don't travel down the halls and wake her siblings up.

You look at your daughter and something seems wrong. So you question, "What is it, Lex? Not feeling well?"

She walks towards your bed and carefully sits on the end of the mattress on her dads side, facing you both. "Um, I kinda need to tell you both something?" Lex says with a shaky voice. This has you turning to your right and looking at your husband with worry. What could your daughter possibly need to tell you both that you don't already know?

Harry sits up against the headboard and tells Lex, "Yeah? You can always come talk to mum and I. We're always here for you and want you to feel safe and to come to us when you have a problem."

"Yes Lex," you add while scooting over so you're closer in the middle of the king size bed and also closer to Harry, "we're all ears. What's going on?"

Lex has to fight back tears as she knows she's seconds away from coming out to her parents. Once again its not because she's scared you and Harry won't support her, but from the fact she's saying out loud who she really is for the first time to anyone. Not even her friends know she's gay yet.

Squirming anxiously in her spot on the bed while also fiddling with her hands, which she took from Harry who does the same exact thing, Lex quickly confesses, "I'm gay."

You and Harry just sit there patiently for a second to see if she had anything else to add, but seconds after her confession, Lex bursts into tears. This has Harry folding the duvet back and kneeing his way down the bed to be closer to her.

Harry is quick to encase Lex in a tight hug while she sobs into her daddy's chest. The sight breaks your heart but you're also so very happy she came out to you both that you have your own tears forming in your eyes that you didn't even notice. You slip out the covers and walk around the bed to stand in front of the father-daughter hug.

"Lex darling, why are you crying? You know we'd support you I hope." you mutter with an emotional voice, leaning down to wrap your arms around her and Harry, making the hug a threesome hug.

Harry lifts his head off Lex's shoulder and that's when you see he also has tears running down his face and collecting on his cupids bow and top lip. Lex takes a deep breath before explaining to you both why she's so emotional. "I um, I guess I'm just happy I came out so I can be myself but I'm also scared. Scared of what the world will think or scared I'll never find love like you two found each other."

Harry speaks before you get a chance to, "Love, know that we support you 100%. We are so very proud of you. Especially coming out at your young age of sixteen and knowing exactly who you are. It took me twenty-five years to realize I wasn't straight. But guess what, I also didn't feel gay or I didn't feel bi or pans. So I just go by being called unlabeled."

You comment on what your husband just said, "Yeah Lex, me and your dad love you very much and are so proud of you. No matter who you love or find attractive, it doesn't matter to us. As long as you're happy and they treat you right. And I'm sure you'll find a nice lady that will give you what your dad and I have. But they'll need to be real special because your dad is one of a kind." You joke the last part of your sincere speech.

Lex wipes away any remaining tears before saying, "Thank you for supporting me and I love you so much." Then she reaches forward and gives Harry a hug by themselves and then stands up to give you a tight hug. One that makes you want to cry again at how grown up she's gotten. Your first born isn't a baby anymore.

Shortly after she hugs you both, Lex leaves your bedroom to go back to her room and sleep for the night. You and Harry are left there not sure what to say to one another. You walk back around to get into the duvet and Harry does the same from his side of the bed.

Once you're both in the heavy covers and Harry reaches over to turn the lamp off, you both slide to the middle and cuddle up to each other. "Harry," you croak out into his warm chest, "our baby girl is gay. I''m so proud of her."

Harry can feel a wetness on his chest and realizes you're crying again. "Babe, why'r yah crying for? It's alright." He caresses your silky back while his chin rests on the top of your head, hairy legs tangled with yours.

"I know but it makes me emotional to think about anyone every not treating her right for who she loves. I mean, you still ended up in a hetero relationship but because you came out as unlabeled, people treated you like shit." you coo through soft cries, arms tightly wrapped around Harry's bare back.

"Shh my love," Harry whispers gently, sleep taking over his mind, "we may not be able to protect her in all the ways we'd like but we can do our best to make sure she lives a very happy life with whoever she falls in love with one day. Now go to sleep, baby. Everything we'll be okay and the most important thing is that Lex knows she's loved and supported by us, which she does."

You and Harry slowly drift off to sleep in each others arms, having so much love in your hearts for your oldest daughter, well all your kids, but especially your Lex for tonight.

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Harry loves his wife for who she is, but of course he loves her for different parts of her as well. More specifically the "sexual parts" on her body. He wouldn't have married her and put four beautiful babies inside her belly if he wasn't physically, emotionally, and sexually attracted to her.

Harry's wife is aware that he doesn't like labeling his sexuality. For one, it's not really of any importance now because he's with his forever person. He's in love with her. But she knows that Harry likes all types of people and that he has experimented with both men and women.

No matter who Harry has been with in a sexual aspect though, it all depended on the persons personality and that's why he fell love with his lovely wife. They have been together for going on fifteen years and grow more in love with each day that passes.

So to any of Harry's fans who want to know specifics on his sexuality or who he's into, he ignores because none of that is relevant. They are suppose to enjoy his music and him as a person rather then his sexuality. Plus he actually secretly dislikes when certain fans are invasive and make assumption on what they think he is because he knows it makes his children confused.

Especially the oldest kids that are six and eight years old. They know that their dad loves to wear pearls and have his nails painted all colors of the rainbow. But they also know their dad loves their mum and that's where they get confused because of what society has labeled to be certain stereotypes for people that act or look a certain way to be something that isn't necessarily correct.

Harry can wear a dress and that doesn't make him gay. Harry can wear clip on earrings and that doesn't make him gay. He can wear pink nail polish and a light layer of mascara and that doesn't make him gay. Harry is just Harry. All he knows is that he loves his wife and kids and nothing else beyond that matters.

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You and Harry were lounging on the sofa, waiting for your kids to arrive home from school. Well the ones who attend school that is because you have a two year old and a four year old that aren't old enough to attend public school just yet. They were upstairs taking a little afternoon nap.

Minutes later, you both here the door being opened and your six and eight year old come walking through the front entrance. Your eight year old Lily has the biggest smile on her face, like she was happy about something. But your six year old Theo, he has his head down with a frowned expression.

They walk up to the couch you're both sitting on and Harry is quick to pull little Theo up on his lap and ask, "What's wrong mate? Is something the matter?" Theo is your most sensitive baby. Has been since he was old enough to talk and communicate. Therefore, whatever has him upset or sad makes his bottom lip quiver and he begins to softly cry.

Harry puts a hand on his small back, pulling him to his chest, and looks over at you with a worried expression. He doesn't know what to do in the moment. You scoot over closer to Harry and place your hand over Harry's that's rubbing soothing circles over Theos back. Then you whisper, "Baby, you need to tell mummy and daddy what's wrong. What's got you crying Theo?"

Theo lifts his head from his daddy's warm chest and whines, "Can we talk in room." You both know which room he's talking about. It's a room Harry has dedicated as a mediation room, but you often bring your kids in there if one get's upset or just needs a talk to about something that's bothering them. Kind of like a safe space that they know is safe to talk to their parents without judgment. Theo is the child who goes in there most frequently begins he's so sensitive and Harry and yourself have taught and still are teaching him how to express his emotions. Telling him that it's very important to show emotions and not hide them away.

"Yeah, we can go up there if you want." Harry speaks. "Why don't you Lily, go up and play in your room for a bit. Just be quiet because your other siblings are taking a nap, alright." Lily nods and heads up the stairs to go to her bedroom. She's use to her parents needing to have talks with Theo and even though she never fully understands why or what for, she does understand that it helps him not be upset and she likes when her brother isn't upset. All your kids have a great bond and you and Harry couldn't have been more happy that it turned out that way.

"Come on then," Harry says, standing up from the sofa with Theo in his hold, "lets go shall we." You follow behind them as they make their way up the staircase and to Harry's mediation room. Once inside, you all sit on the floor and Harry places Theo in-between the two of you.

"Okay, my love, tell us what's got you so upset today." you gently tell Theo whose not crying but still as watery eyes. He knows this room is a safe space so he is very comfortable with talking freely in here and doesn't hesitate to share his reason for being upset.

He takes a deep breath and mutters, "Today at school, people kept telling me my daddy was gay. I told them no he's not because he loves my mummy. Then they said he must be because of how he dresses sometimes and how his nails are always painted. I told them I love how you dress daddy, and... and.. when I told them I like nail polish too and I like flowers on my clothes, they called me gay."

Tears start rolling down his small face again, but Theo pushes through and continues, "Does that make me gay daddy? That...that I like girly things too? Because they made fun of you and I don't want them to make fun of me. That would hurt my feelings." You and Harry's heart is breaking, hearing your six year old son so upset by his peers at school. You both have watery eyes as you sit and listen to him spill his troubles.

Harry lifts Theo up and back into his lap, similar to how he was on the couch except now on the floor. He rocks his crying son back and forth, trying to calm him down. Theo talks again through his sobs, so quietly that you barley hear him, "I didn't like when they made fun of you daddy. You're the best daddy in the world. It mad me really sad."

You once again scoot closer to your husband and wrap your arms around his front, making Theo sandwiched between the both of you. No one says a word for a few minutes, allowing him to let his emotions out. Some may say that he's a cry baby or just acting like a baby, but that's not how you think. If he or anyone for that matter is crying because they are upset by something, than that's perfectly expectable.

When the silence, besides Theos cries, are broke, its Harry starting to speak. He pulls Theo back from his chest, you retracting back as well, and looks down at Theo before talking, "Look at me Theo, those people at school don't know what they are talking about. What you wear doesn't make someone gay or straight or anything else. It's all about how you feel in the inside to determine that, alright. You can like flowers on your clothes like daddy and not be gay. Though there wouldn't be anything wrong with that if you were. You can have your nails painted like me and that doesn't make you gay either."

Harry glances up at you for a moment before he continues, "Me and mummy love you very much. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks of you or thinks of me. And what I wear or the things I do doesn't make me gay either. I just love people. Any person that's nice and caring and fortunately for me, I found your mummy and she's all those things."

"Yeah Theo," you mutter behind him, "daddy loves me very much, just like you told the people at school. You were right. And I love how your daddy dresses. It can be fun to play around in clothes and I love when he borrows my pretty outfits sometimes. Makes daddy even more loveable. Don't let anyone tell you that you can or can't look a certain way. And don't let them tell you that you have to be gay in order to express yourself. Just like daddy, you don't need labels. Especially right now because you're so young. You just be yourself and we'll love you for that."

You, Harry, and Theo sit in the meditation room for a while longer, just holding him tight and having conversations. Theo asks his daddy if he'd help him paint his nails later to match his and of course Harry agreed. Theo wants to be just like his daddy when he grows up. You can see it now by how much he wants to share the same qualities as Harry. Theo has always loved to wear his sisters princess dresses and has always aloud Lily to give him makeovers with her cheap make up sets. He's just a fun spirited young boy who doesn't see the difference in what society has labeled as boy and girl stuff.

The scarcest part of that though is knowing the amount of hate Harry has and still does go through each day with his appearance. So many people online love to make up false rumors that Harry doesn't love you because he wore a dress in his vouge cover and say how could any man who wears a dress love a women.

Well you know Harry loves you. You can tell by the way he makes love to you. Him wearing a bit of makeup and fun nail polish has nothing to do with his love for the female body, and more specifically pussy. He loves that part of you a bit more than the rest, but you don't complain. Especially when he has his head between your legs.

You want all your kids to know that stereotyping is never okay because a lot of the times its not correct. Why can a girl wear a beautiful floral print on a shirt but when any guy does, people stereotype them as they must be gay. Being with Harry for so long as taught you that sexuality isn't all that important when you think about it. You like who you like, you dress how you want to dress, and you live the life that you want to live because that's what's going to make you the happiest.

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