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The Boss's Daughter

After y/n got kidnapped, her mafia boss father sends her to stay with his London associates until he settled things.

Trigger Warning: Attempted rape

5.0K Words

Being the daughter of a mafia king is hard enough. Being the daughter of THE mafia king is even harder. y/n can vouch for that.

She can’t remember how many times she returned from school to hear the pained screams of a man her father was torturing or the number of times her life has been threatened or someone tried to ambitiously kill her.

Of course, not many people had the balls to go after the mafia king’s daughter and those who did were either killed by his men as soon as they tried something or were shot and brought back for her father to deal with himself. She didn’t know what became of those people who were faced with the wraith of her father. She’s heard that they were actually castrated then tortured then killed. Maybe if y/n has been brought up under different circumstances, she’d feel bad, but she wasn’t so she didn’t.

Snake face, however, was not like many people. He had balls galore. Snake face was one of those people who you only need to see once and you’ll remember him for the rest of your life. Mainly, because half of his face was burned. Courtesy of y/n’s father. She’s heard this story many times: snake face attempted to betray her father and since he was her father’s apprentice at the time, he couldn’t bring himself to kill him, so he did the humane thing and mutilated his face.

Snake face sent his men to kidnap y/n in the middle of the night when she would have been disoriented and the guards dazed. She was taken to a shoddy barn and kept there with miniscule food and water, a bucket, and hay stacks. It wasn’t bad enough that she was being collateral, but now she has to stay here for potentially hours.

One of snake face’s men opened the door for him then shut it behind him. It was just him and her in an old, abandoned barn.

“y/n. Right?”

“Like you didn’t already know that” he chuckled at her quick response, y/n just stared stoically back at him

“y/n, if you cooperate with us, you won’t have to get hurt” he assured her condescendingly. y/n launched one of her feet directly to his groin but he managed to catch it before the collision. The smug smile on his wears and is replaced by a scathing look, “You really are your father’s daughter” he slithered his hand around her neck and pressed on her throat, “rot in hell, you dick” she manages to let out through his tight hands and he lets go, sending her into a coughing fit as she tries to catches her breath.

“I could kill you,” he started, “it would certainly make him pay for everything he’s done to me”

“Then my father will kill you and everyone who ever knew you”

“You underestimate me”

“I’m sure you’re very good at hiding, but my father is the best at seeking”

He laughed at her, amused at words. She continues looking blankly at her captor, “do you know what he’s done to me?”

“Oh, boohoo, he burned your face. He was doing you a favor; he saved your sex life” she smiled at him meanly as he let out a delighted laugh.

“Funny…and pretty, too? Aren’t I the lucky guy” snake face touched her cheek gingerly. Unlike his, they were soft and delicate. She tried to push his hand away with her head as her hands were bound by rope behind her back.

“Just loving a bit on you, you seemed deprived” he justified as he started kissing her neck

“Stop!” she screamed at him, fear finally settling in.

“you’re being a fucking tease” he pulled away from her, his handing going to grope her cunt. She spat at his face. He removed her spit from his burned cheek and examined it before his hand made contact with her cheek, producing a deafening sound.

He untied the knot binding her hands together and threw her on the hay covered ground before she could get a chance to flee or attack him. The weight of his body was holding her own struggling one down, his hand hoisting her nightgown above her hips.

His hand pushed her panties to the side, as he tried freeing his dick from his pants while pinning down her feisty hands.

His hands ceased its movement, though, as a loud crash came from behind him and the sound of muffled yelling, “shit” he got off of her and ran away towards a back door she hadn’t noticed before. She let out a pitiful cry as she pushed down her nightgown to cover herself.

Antonio, her father’s right hand man, came in and saw her crying on the ground and he knew what had happened. Or, at least, what was about to happen.

“Did he…?” Antonio asked the smaller girl; he was scared of the answer. He’s known her for a long time, she was like a little sister to him. The thought that this man, or any man for that matter, would touch her against her will made his stomach turn and his throat close.

“He tried, but he didn’t” she answered, not being able to look him in the eye, “he escaped that way” she pointed to the back door.

“Don’t worry about it, our best men are tracking him down. Let’s get you home” when she didn’t stand, he sighed and picked her up bridal style. Once her father finds out about this, he will destroy snake face atom by atom.

+

“You can’t do this” she screamed

“This is for your own good” her father explained calmly

“I have a life here; you can’t just ship me off to London when I become inconvenient to you” she argued

“Princess, it’s taking longer than we expected to track down that pig. I cannot, in good conscience, let my only daughter stay here with that fucker still at large,” her father raised his voice to match hers, “who knows what he will do next?”

“probably not something he already tried and failed at” she reasoned, raising her voice louder than his

“that’s if we’re talking about someone who has a brain and uses it, not snake face. He’s a reckless motherfucker and I cannot allow him to use you as leverage again”

“I’m safer with you. You’re my father for fuck’s sake”

“Apparently you’re not. You’ll be much safer in London; my associates will keep their eyes on you. Harry Styles will accompany you where ever you need to go, he’s one of my best men.”

“I’m not going!” she interjects

“It’s not up to you. The plans are already arranged” her father informed her as he opened an envelope full of money handed to him by one of his henchman and started counting its contents.

“This is not fair, why am I being punished for your incompetence!”

He looked up from the large stack of money at his spoiled daughter and he slammed his hand on his desk and rose to his feet in a fit of anger, “young lady, you will not speak to me about my abilities like that under my roof. You hear me?”

“Daddy, please. I want to stay here” she begged, her eyes growing teary

He sighed before seating himself back behind his mahogany desk “Princess, if you stay here, you’ll be locked in your room for who knows how long and one of my men will have to stay with you in your room at all times. If you go to London, you will have all the freedom you want and you can go outside with Harry. Doesn’t that sound better?”

“But-”

“It’s not up for negotiations, princess. Pack your things, you’re plane leaves at 8 tonight” she rose from her chair angrily stormed out of his office, the last thing she heard was, “get me this fucker. He’s trying to stiff us out of $10,000”

+

The 2 guard standing outside her room weren’t the usual ones, the ones who stood guard at her room the night she got kidnapped. She knew what had happened to them, what her father did to them. Shame, she liked them.

She folded her clothes and slammed them into her blue suitcase, tears were streaming down her face. She was an adult and yet she felt like a little girl who was leaving her friends behind and changing schools for her father’s job.

By 7:15, Antonio knocked on her bedroom door, “It’s time” he let himself in, ignoring the crying girl and going straight to carrying her suitcase, “the car’s outside”

y/n felt like she was walking to the guillotine with how everyone was pitifully looking at her and how she, herself, was wallowing in her own self-pity. Poor y/n l/n, she was getting shipped off to another country by her evil father, indefinitely.

+

“Hello?” Harry Styles answered the nearby ringing phone with a ring covered hand

“y/n just left; she should be in London at about 4 AM”

“I’m sending my best men to get her, Mitch and Jeffery. Don’t worry, sir”

“Good,” he approved before continuing, “and Styles?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I know you like the company of women and whatnot, but if you so much as look at my daughter the wrong way, I’ll have your head. Understood?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir”

+

It was evening when y/n woke up, she did her morning routine and changed out of yesterday’s clothes into a new outfit. Poor thing was so exhausted from the late night flight that she couldn’t even change out of her uncomfortable jeans or take off her bra, but now she was feeling refreshed. She wore a tight, lace cami top, which might have been mistaken for lingerie, and black mom jeans. She searched for the kitchen, her stomach growling in anger.

“What’s for breakfast?” she asked the room full of men

“you missed breakfast, love, I’ll have someone make you something” said a man with floppy brunette hair, a prickly stubble, and piercing green eyes, a cigarette hanging leisurely from his bottom lip as he focuses on the poker game between him and his men.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just go out and get something” she said as she headed towards the front door before he said, “ok, just give me a minute, love” she walked back to the kitchen, confused.

Harry chuckled triumphantly as he dragged the pool of chips and money in front of him, his men groaning in defeat before he stood up from his chair and put his jacket on, “lead the way, love”

“what? You’re coming”

“Of course. Didn’t your father tell you about the arrangement?”

“I didn’t think he was serious”

“The boss would never kid about his daughter’s safety” he smiled sweetly and insincerely

“you don’t have to do this. I’m sure you’re busy” she rolled her eyes at her father’s overbearingness

“I am, but if something happened to you. He’ll set the world on fire. Don’t have much of a choice, I’m afraid”

“this is so stupid” she stomped her feet like a child throwing a tantrum

“Look, you shouldn’t even be walking alone in a strange city, especially if you’re going to be wearing that” he nodded his head at her low cut top, eyeing her cleavage in the process.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing” she hugged herself once she felt the men eyeing her tits

“you’ll get harassed, love” he said, matter-of-factly, “now shall we go?”

+

y/n was sitting pristinely, sipping her cappuccino. Harry was sitting opposite her, checking his phone and typing something on it.

“so how long will you be following me around?”

“for as long as you’re in London” she answered not taking his eyes off of his phone

“Aren’t you the boss? What if there’s something you need attending to?” he sighed before answering bitterly, “Get the impression your father didn’t really think about that”

“He’s the worst,” she stared at her half empty cup, “he can’t just ship me off somewhere else. I had a life there”

“Yeah he is, but he only did it for your own good, love,” he assured absent-mindedly, still not taking his eyes off his phone.

“no, fuck you, fuck him. He doesn’t know what’s best for me, he doesn’t get to make this life changing decision on my behalf. I’m an adult.”

“then why do you still live with him?” he asked her, finally putting down his phone.

“it’s not that easy to move out”

“If you hated it so much, you would have found a way”

“That’s easier said than done” she scoffed

“I moved out when I was 16 and lived on my own for 4 years before your father recruited me.” He started, “I had nothing. I started from scratch, but you have your father’s money”

“What are you implying?” she scowled at his oncoming accusation

“It looks to me that you like being a daddy’s girl, you like it when you walk into a room full of men wearing what might as well be lingerie and knowing that they can’t look at you, you like having daddy’s money at your disposal and you like looking at daddy’s men working, right? I see the way you look at me”

“you don’t know my life. How dare you” she slapped that smug smile right off his face before storming out of the café. Harry gestured to the waiter, telling him to add the bill to their tab before running after her.

+

She was lounging by the pool on her front, her bikini top was off as she was sunbathing and humming along to a song that she can’t recall the name of.

“your highness,” Harry announced his presence as he walked in through the slide door, “Mr. l/n wants you to know that he will call tonight at 6. Clear up your schedule”

He left as soon as the message was delivered, making sure to keep his eyes trained on hers and not wander to where her tits were being squished by the lounge chair. He’s been cold to her ever since that night in London, she can’t blame him. After all, she was the one who set the precedent for their relationship from thereafter. She could’ve laughed off his accusations and flirted a little bit and maybe she would have a friend and this transition period would be easier on her, but she snapped at him, instead, and made it known that she is above him and she expects to be treated as such.

God, she hated London so much.

+

“you don’t have to come with me” she said futilely as she put on her black booties while he waited for her, leaning by the door.

“I’m not going to have this conversation every time we go out. I do have to; these are the orders.”

She sighed before opening the door and walking out onto the cold streets of London, pulling her coat closer to her chest.

She took long steps and Harry was shadowing her the whole time. People might have been thinking that y/n was a celebrity with the way the daunting man was following her around.

When she made it to the store, she tried walking faster to try and lose him. Of course, he was hot on her tail. He followed her to the section of the store where they keep their sweets and he didn’t say a thing as she seemingly raided the whole aisle. He also followed her to the feminine hygiene aisle and didn’t dare raise his eyes from the floor as y/n perused the rows for her preferred type of tampons. She looked back at him to see if he was still there and was amused to find that he was watching the ground intently, a light blush gracing his face.

This man must see blood in the most gruesome of contexts on a regular basis, but the idea that y/n would be bleeding from her vagina made him blush. It was endearing, like finding out a colossus was ticklish. She couldn’t help the smile from creeping onto her face.

They stood in the check out line in silence. Harry paid for her tampons and chocolates as she waited for him to finish before leaving the store together.

+

Throughout the month, y/n had managed to get close to all of Harry’s men, even Mitch, which seemed impossible, but she did. Harry, however, insisted on keeping their relationship professional.

She would flirt casually and he wouldn’t reciprocate, fearing that he’d be inappropriate towards her. She would wear something purposefully provocative and he wouldn’t acknowledge her or her tits or her ass. She just wanted some sort of reaction out of him. Anything at all.

She didn’t know much about Harry, he never let himself be vulnerable to her. the closest she’s ever gotten to vulnerability was in the café when he told her that he had moved out at 16.

She knew that he was territorial and never wanted anyone near his stuff, he supervises all the cleaners while they are in his room, which y/n found to be something strange because the cleaners are hired by her father, so they know Harry’s line of work and obviously no one would be stupid enough to steal from the fucking London mafia. She also knows that he’s very dedicated to his job, when he’s not accompanying her on errands and not too busy bedding some girl he’s met from somewhere (she could hear their sounds through the walls), he’d be going over their earnings, making deals, planning an offensive attack on a gang that wronged them. He was working a concerning amount of time.

But that information was all she really needed to know. Being her father’s daughter, y/n came up with a nefarious plan which will rile him up and will definitely give her the reaction she so desperately craves.

+

Harry returned home, his clothes were covered in the blood of his enemies, his knuckled bloody from beating them. He was on an adrenaline high; nothing could ruin this feeling for him. Pussy would drastically improve it, though.

He decided to go to his room and change into something less…gory, so he can bring back a woman to his room for a celebratory fuck. When he opened the door to his bedroom, his anger consumed his chest, whole. Sitting there: y/n was getting fucked by an older, sweaty man, she was exaggerating her moans, her eyes were trained on the clock before turning to face the sound of the door opening.

“What the fuck, mate. Close the door” the man exclaimed not halting his movement inside y/n’s cunt. ‘The audacity of this man’, thought Harry as he approached the man, ripping him off of y/n and throwing him to the floor.

“Get the fuck out!” he screamed, removing his gun from his holster and pointing it at the naked man. He collected whatever he can of his clothes and ran out the front door. His men must have been confused.

“Boss, what do you want us to do with the man?” Reid, one of his henchmen, asked Harry

“Let him leave” he answered, his cold eyes still on the mischievous girl covering her own naked body from Harry and Reid. He nodded before closing the door and telling the other men to let the man go.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” she barked at him

“Me? what they fuck is wrong with you?” he barked right back, causing her to flinch

“I was having mutually consensual sex which is well within my rights and you came in here acting like a fucking psycho” she yelled in anger

“Why did no one know that this man was here?” he asked, his voice, unlike his face, was unnervingly clam

“I snuck him in because I don’t want my father to know every time I get fucked, it’s kind of awkward” she snarked, her hand dropping the blanket ever so slightly, revealing her tits.

“So, you decided to bring an unknown man inside a house full of armed men on high alert?” he raised his voice, eyes not looking at her chest. He had a lot of discipline.

“I’m tired of being blamed for the ineptitude of other people” she retorted, giving him the bitchiest face she could summon at that moment.

“And why was he fucking you in my bed?”

“My room was kind of messy”

His jaw tightens before muttering lowly, “lay on the bed, ass up”

“What?” she raises the cover to her collar bones

“you want to act like a child, fine. I’ll treat you like a child” he grabbed her from her sitting position and threw her on the bed, so that her ass is on the edge of the bed.

“what are you doing?” she asked as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. She tried to escape but he dragged her back to the edge of the bed

“Going to fucking punish you and you’re going to count” he didn’t wait for affirmation or for protestation, he just brought down the leather of his belt on her awaiting ass, she screamed into the blanket and gripped the sheets in pain.

“One” it came out muffled.

“I need to hear you” he demanded as he landed another smack to the same cheek, “two” she said it louder this time.

Another spank came raining down on her, “t-three” he gripped his belt and aimed for her thigh this time, “four” she was on the verge of crying if not from the pain then from the humiliation.

He gripped the belt even tighter and slammed it on her reddening flesh, “five” the tears finally made their way down her face. She was an adult and she was being spanked for disciplinary reasons not sexual ones and she was getting slicker between her legs.

“Look at you, getting spanked like you’re a child,” another smack lands on her irritated ass, “six”

“Are you not fucking ashamed of yourself?”

“seven”

“If I ever find a man who’s not supposed to be here, I’ll kill him while he’s still on top of you, while his dick is still in your filthy cunt”, another particularly hard smack lands, eliciting a sob before she softly moaned out, “Eight”

“I swear looking after you is a full time job of its own” another slap.

“Nine” Harry rubbed her ass soothingly until some of her tension was relieved, she was about to get up, thinking that he’s done, when he lands the final and most devastating smack, “Ten” she sobbed out, her own hands going to cover her ass from him.

He sat her on her red ass and forced her subservient eyes on his unyielding ones, “In New York, you may have been the boss’s daughter, but in London, I am the fucking boss. You are not in charge here, do you hear me?” he screamed at her face, finally fed up with her antics. She nodded meekly, a fresh batch of tears running down her face.

“Get dressed and go back to your room” he started unbuttoning his blood soaked shirt and heading towards the bathroom to wash the blood off his body.

“Wait, Harry” he turned around to the weepy girl who was rubbing her clit with her thighs, something he’s saw women do from simply talking to him.

“yes?” he answered, coldly

“I didn’t get to cum”

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

She sheepishly started playing with her hands before muttering, “can you help me?”

“How do you want me to help you, love?” he approached her a few steps at a time, struggling to hide a smirk from his face

“c-can you…fuck me?” she breathed out, eyes not daring to look into his.

He closed the gap between them and flipped her back to the position she was just in whilst getting spanked, his callous fingers were gently playing with her slit, spreading her slickness around before he entered 2 fingers inside her without a warning. She was tighter than he had imagined her to be. And he did imagine this a lot. He thought he might be dreaming, but if he were, he’d want to keeping on sleeping.

He slowly drags his finger to the bundle of nerve above her hole, her body quakes as he lightly brushes his fingers against it. He ducked down, spread her ass apart and licked a bold stripe from bottom to top, she was delicious, just as he’d expected her to be. He tried putting a third finger into her, but it would barely fit in.

“If you can only take 3 fingers then we may have a problem regarding size, love” he informed smirked, trying to discover her hole a little bit better.

“It’s gonna be fine, please just fuck me, I want it so bad” she whines, swaying her ass from side to side, trying to tempt him. He smacks her bruised ass lightly to stop her movement, ignoring her pained grunt.

He unzipped his fly, fishing his cock out of his boxers and pumping it a few times with a low groan before tentatively gliding it against her wet silt just as his fingers have. Without warning, he pushed his angry, red tip inside her anxious hole. She let a pitiful cry fall from her quivering lips as she was being penetrated by a cock bigger than she had anticipated at first. Still, he left her cries unanswered as he invaded the most intimate part of her body.

“fuck” she screamed as he started moving inside her roughly and quickly, giving her no time to adjust to his size.

Once he’s found a rhythm, he gripped her raised hips and sank his entire length into her in one, swift motion, earing a muffled scream from her, “It hurts” she whines, gripping the sheets tighter to the point where she just might tear it from brute force alone.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, still snapping his hips into her, undoubtable bruised, ones.

She shook her head before saying, “just need a minute to adjust”

He smacked her ass again, puling her hair to bring her ears to his lips before whispering, “you do not get to set conditions, love. Unless you want me to stop, I don’t want to hear another word out of this pretty mouth of yours”

He started up his hips again, his cock was being swallowed eagerly by y/n’s small pussy only to be retracted and shoved inside again. Her screams only spurring him on.

He could feel an orgasm coming and so he pulled out, flipped her over to her back and shoved his cock back inside her wet pussy before she could even register what had happened. He leaned into her, going in for an eager, pleasurable kiss. His torso was pressing down on her stomach, which was full of his dick as it reached her abdomen and fucked in and out of her

“fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming, please” she screamed out as her spread legs began spasming erratically. She grabbed Harry by his blood-soaked button up and kissed his as she released around his hard cock.

“where- fuck. Where do you want it?” he asked breathlessly, doing his best not to give in and cum inside her. In the end of the day, he wasn’t even supposed to look at her inappropriately let alone knock her up. Though, the thought of her body swelling to accommodate his kids, just like how her pussy spread to accommodate his manhood, did excite him to no end.

Fucking a kid inside the boss’s daughter might just be the most effective way to get back at him for this demeaning assignment. He’s be furious and absolutely livid, but he wouldn’t be able to kill his grandchild’s father. It was a euphoric though that was quickly pushed to the back, forbidden part of his brain.

“Inside, please. Cum inside me” she wrapped her legs around his torso, pushing his very last inch inside her. That was all it took. He looked absolutely divine as he released his cum inside her warm, wet walls; his eyes were hooded, his mouth agape, letting out curses and moans, and lastly, a subtle smile on his pink lips as he emptied the last of his cum inside her.

He pulled out of her, his cum rushing out from her fucked hole after him. Traces of blood from his shirt found their way on her torso. Her chest was glistening gloriously with sweat. She smelled of sex and him and it was an unholy, yet mouthwatering, smell.

“go to your room” he ordered as he unbuttoned his bloody shirt, throwing it to the ground.

“why? I want to cuddle with you” she pouted, helping herself up.

“I don’t cuddle” he stated, “besides, I’m going to shower”

“I could join you,” she smirked at him, “maybe for a round 2”

“No, you need to leave” he tucked his cock back into his boxers before lowering his pants.

“Why?”

“y/n, just go” he yelled at her, not turning around to look at her, he would break if she kept on begging. But she had too much pride to beg.

“fuck you,” She mumbled as she picked herself off his bed, dressed herself quickly, picking up her bra and panties and slamming his door shut.

He was going to need to do damage control. He needed to remind his men of where their loyalties lie, because they without a doubt, had heard her being pleasured and he needed to make sure y/n wasn’t going to go running crying to her dad. He needs to make sure that the boss never finds out that Harry had fucked his daughter.

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A Fatal Flaw

A really smutty piece about y/n and her father’s business partner, Harry Styles.

3.7k words

I wrote this because i have daddy issues. Enjoy.

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The blow of moving back to your parent’s house after graduating college is a universal feeling, but everyone was, wrongly, certain that y/n l/n would not experience that. And here she is, standing face to face with her father’s estate, sizing it up as if she is about to fight the house. She picked up the last of her stuff and started moving back in with her parents, she looked to the ground the whole time as if the house was looking down on her.

“It’s alright,” her mother comforted as she hugged her crestfallen daughter, “it’s just until you figure something else out”

y/n is the daughter of one of the partners of ‘Styles and L/N Enterprise’ and she is privileged; she could focus entirely on her studies since her father had shouldered the expense of her education, which is something not many people could say. But it turns out that when you’ve been dependent on someone your whole life, it’s hard to stop all of a sudden.

“your father is in a meeting right now,” her mother informed as she pours herself a glass of martini, “how about you go take a nap? You must be absolutely exhausted”

y/n offered a tight-lipped smile and a weak nod to her mother and took off to her room to wallow in some more self-pity.

+

She closed the door, but just weakly enough to keep it ajar and she took a glance at her room and sighed, she never thought she’d have to live in here again.

When y/n was 16, she was absolutely in love with her room, she was in love with her walk in closet, her private bathroom, the sickening hot pink walls contrasted by the white furniture and the golden and crystal chandelier. Now at 21, (almost 22) she feels as though the decorations were chosen by an 8 year old. She likes to think that having that 2 month long friends with benefit relationship with that architecture student named Tom has refined her taste or maybe college has just broadened her horizons and made her yearn for a more simplistic styles (although she was far from the starving college student trope).

She plopped herself on her bed and was pleased by the lack of dust clouds that she half expected to expel from the bed. At least her room was being maintained, some of the people she met in college claimed their parents remodeled their room just days after they left. She wasn’t a complete failure, at least her parents still loved her. Or at least they had anticipated her failure.

She unbuttoned her black mom jeans and pushed it down only slightly to reveal her legs and promiscuously clothed cunt. She took her middle and pointer finger into her mouth to suck on them as she pushed her panties to the side. She took out her fingers and hurried to place them on her dry clit and moved them gently counterclockwise.

The feeling was uncomfortable, her lube was ineffective and nothing was changing that. She tried looking back at her previous sexual experience from college but turned up blank. It’s not like all her sexual experiences were bad, she’s had A LOT of them, so it’s statistically almost impossible that they were all bad. However, none of them were mind blowing, no one had made her feel like she wants to moan as loud as she can, scream to the world that she is being pleasured and she doesn’t care who knows it, never had that scene from porn where the girl seems to have lost her mind temporarily, simply just from being fucked so good.

She gave up on that method and instead took out her phone and looked up her most trusty porn website and scrolled down a bit until she found a thumbnail that looked enticing enough.

The porn was professional and she was wary of that, she knew that professional porn was fake and overexaggerated and is probably the reason she wasn’t satisfied with 4 years’ worth of sexual encounters. Regardless, she fast-forwarded through the ‘plot’ and finally got to the real action.

The porn was about an older man, an English teacher, and a very young woman, a troublemaker who is falling behind. y/n has always had a thing for older men, it’s something she explored in college when she fucked her philosophy professor. It was a one time thing, but it was still very exciting and opened up a whole new sexual demographic for her.

This time, her cunt seems to be responding to the obviously fake moaning, the weak spanks, and the very rough thrusts. She was taking some of the slickness forming below and using it to lube up her clit.

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y/f/n (your father’s name) had a heart attack a few weeks ago and while everything turned out fine, he was told by his doctor to stay at home for about a month or so. He could’ve continued working online, but y/f/n was never really the tech-savvy one of the two. So instead an arrangement was made, Harry would attend all the meetings and report back to y/f/n in a psychical visit to the l/n’s home.

The meeting was over, but harry decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up before he hits the road, the bathroom in the pink room. Between the 3 floors of the l/n’s house, this was the one he always used. There were 2 in the bottom floor, 3 in the 2nd floor (the one where y/f/n’s office was in), and 1 in the top floor. One of the bathrooms was the one in Mr. and Mrs. l/n’s bedroom, which wouldn’t be appropriate for him to use. One fell into disrepair about 2 weeks ago and seems to have been neglected ever since. And the third one, the one he used because it was more convenient than using the stairs Everytime nature called, was the one with the girl who was touching herself.

He wasn’t going to lie, she looked extremely beautiful. Her hair was laying on the pillow haphazardly, her eyes were fluttering shut as she struggled to keep her agape mouth from releasing any alarming sound. She was folded in half, one hand was pushing two fingers into her weeping hole, another was playing with her pebbled nipple which was peaking from her pastel blue bra, her clit was being stimulated messily by the heel of her right foot. The sight was heavily, but also absolutely filthy. He should know, he’s seen his fair share of filthy sights in his 43 years of life. But this one takes the cake; this one takes all cake in the whole fucking world.

He noticed that he was getting hard at an alarming rate, he couldn’t go out the door in front of Mrs. l/n with a hard on, she’ll put 2 and 2 together pretty quickly and she’ll be fucking livid. What he didn’t notice though, is that he was inching into her room. He couldn’t stop looking at her cunt as it was being fucked by her fingers, which were no comparison to his, and how her precious hole looks so fucking small. It hasn’t been properly fucked, ever. He could sense it in his bones.

What ripped his eyes off it though was when he heard her gasp. He saw her legs jerking uncontrollably and he assumed she was gasping from the oncoming orgasm. And that was the case, partially. y/n’s hand were still pumping inside her, the other was still toying with her nipple, her heel still circling her clit, but her eyes weren’t closed like they were last time. They were open and trained on Harry.

He didn’t know what to do, it was like he was stuck in place waiting for her to cease her movement, cover herself and scream, but instead he saw her eyes were a delicious mixture of: fear, excitement, and curiosity. And then he realized her eyes weren’t trained on him like he thought, they were trained on his cock.

She started cursing as she threw her head back and closed her eyes again. he could see her hole as it was clenching and unclenching around her fingers and he could hear her heavy breathing slowing down. She came. y/n sat up and sucked on her fingers again, this time licking her cum.

She walked over to him, shirt lifted, pants lowered, panties moved to the side, tits spilling out of her bra. Harry was nervous, but he didn’t let it show on the outside.

“What’s it gonna take to not tell my father about this?”

“wasn’t going to” he cleared his throat. Obviously, he wasn’t going to blackmail his friend and business partner’s daughter just so he could fuck her, but he got the feeling that she wanted him to.

“Is there a way I could secure this promise?” she toyed with his tie before shooting him a look so innocent, you’d almost forget she was practically naked.

His suspicions were confirmed from her innuendo to her voice to her look. He’s been with enough women to know when one is trying to seduce him. But y/n l/n wasn’t just trying to seduce him, she wanted him to use her.

“Maybe there is, love. I can be quite the blabbermouth sometimes.” He challenged as he held her head between 2 fingers, forcing her to look at his intimidating eyes. If y/n wasn’t wet before, she definitely is now.

He shut the door to her bedroom with his foot and she broke their gaze to lock it. before she could turn back though, her half-exposed ass was met with a harsh smack.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, turning back to meet his fiery gaze, “did I say you could look away from me?” he barked at her. y/n was dumbfounded, usually older guys were like putty in her hands because they just so grateful to have her attention let alone have their dicks buried deep in her warm pussy. But not him, he demanded respect and from the way he’s looking at her, she wants to bend to the floor and kiss his shoe.

“Answer me!” another smack landing on the same cheek, “No, Harry, sorry” she gasped out, wanting the smacks to stop, but also wanting more.

“From now on, call me Sir. Understood?”

“Yes” another smack to the same cheek landed once again, “yes, sir” she corrected herself. He looked down at her with the conviction of someone who’s getting pussy on the regular, she was just another one not his only (and that excited her) and she in turn, looked at him with admiration and desperation, a look he’s all too familiar with.

He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the bed. He threw her on and then dragged her to the edge and turned her to her back. He was quick to roughly take off her shirt and expertly unhook her bra. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth sucking on it like it has an antidote to a poison he’s consumed. His other hand traveling to her other nipple and roughly but skillfully rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. He noted how she flinched and how she was pushing him away by his hair and yet, paradoxically, telling him how good it feels.

He unlatched himself from her nipple and noted the hickey that formed on it, he ran his fingers through the purple mark on her skin and smirked when her whole body jerked. He repeated the same procedure to the other nipple, he wasn’t deterred by her hand pushing away his head from her sensitive nipple, he just took his time marking her tits with his dark purple markings. When he decided her tits got the attention they needed, he started kissing his way down to her elated core.

He let out a low chuckle as his eyes take in her drenched cunt, he blew a soft breeze to her center and she whined, wanting him to do something about her excess slickness.

“Don’t you worry your cute little head, darling, I’ll take care of you” he said condescendingly as he ripped off her cotton panties, which only made poor y/n ever wetter. He started kissing her inner thigh, reveling in her visible anticipation.

Without a warning, he buried his face in her core and licked and sucked like there’s no tomorrow. At first, he kitty-licked her clit, disregarding her demand for more, before taking her whole nub into his mouth and sucking it dry. y/n slapped a hand on her mouth, trying to stifle her screams. This is finally it, the mind blowing sex everyone was talking about, she just wished she wasn’t so close to her father, so that she could scream as she pleases.

As he’s sucking her clit, Harry entered his middle finger into her desperate hole trying to asses if it will be slick enough for his massive cock to fit into, something he’s gotten into the habit of doing since he’s had his fair share of experiences where it just wouldn’t fit. He came to the conclusion that it will most likely go in, but it will be a tight fit. He continued his assault on her bundle of nerves and her weeping cunt for a few second before removing his mouth for a quick breath and diving back in. he licked a bold, vertical stripe and then another and then another horizontal one, spelling out ‘H’, followed by an ‘A’ then an ‘R’, “Sir, I’m gonna cum. Please.”, he ignored her and continued licking another ‘R’ and then finally, a ‘Y’ and her legs closed around his head, her own was thrown back with profanities streaming out of her pretty, little mouth.

He couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t mind dying like this: being suffocated by a breathtaking ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), beautiful, cumming pussy. He let her ride out her orgasm and he let her hump her cunt on his face. And he was the happiest man on the planet.

When her legs let his trapped head go, he took off her pants the rest of the way, before rising to his feet and making his next demand, “get up”

“I can’t” she confesses, still trying to catch her breath

“That’s fine, but my cock isn’t going to suck itself, so if you want it shoved down your throat while you’re laying down, then that is fine by me” she didn’t respond, she only sent him a devilish smile and didn’t move and with that, he knew what the verdict was.

He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, y/n was looking in anticipation of his true size. She could tell he was huge from his boner, but she wanted to know how huge exactly.

A 9 inch monster of a cock escaped its confined and came slamming on his still clothed stomach, flinging precum everywhere, making a mess of his outfit and the hardwood floor as it will make a mess of her in a minute.

She audibly gasped, she’s never seen anything like it. in her 4 years of sexual activity, and not once has she encountered a cock as big as this one. He smirked, this is not the first time he’s elicited this type of reaction and yet, he can never seem to stop it from feeding his already overinflated ego.

“just like that, darling, keep your mouth open for me” he instructed as he got on the bed, put his legs on either sides of her tits and grabbed her hair, forcing her face to stare at his formidable cock.

“Open up” he demanded calmly and she did, but not wide enough to actually fit his cock. instead of telling her to open wider, he just shoved his cock into her mouth and watches as her lips were forced to part.

“can you suck my cock or do I need to fuck your tight throat?” she didn’t respond again; she just gave him that same devilish smile.

“why must you make everything harder on yourself, baby girl?” he tuts as if he’s disappointed in her when really, he’s thrilled. His grip tightens on her hair and he shoves her face down onto his length. His eyes were ignoring her pleas for breath, he was just concentrating on seeing how much her can fit in just one go, “relax, darling, I’ll let you breathe in a second” he assures as he successfully shoves another inch between her delicate lips before taking his cock out of her and let her breathe as promised.

He waited patiently for her coughs to settle and for the dazed look on her face to subside before he gently picks her up from the lying down position and siting her of her knees in the bed. He took off his shoes and stood on the mattress, so she can be eye level with his manhood. This time he let her suck him at her own accord. She did what she always knew to do, take as much as possible in her mouth and use her hand for the rest.

“no, darling I want my whole cock stuffed down your throat” he smirked tauntingly at her.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she sank down on him, allowing each additional inch to slide into her throat. Tears were escaping her eyes as she was gagging seemingly every second, and the most unholy sounds were being emitted by her. She just kept taking him down and it felt like it will never end, but it did. Eyes glossy and staring adoringly at him, mouth stuffed full of him. He wouldn’t last long

“ok, love. Take your breath” she removed his length from between her lips and started heaving for breath. Meanwhile, Harry was jerking off his dick preparing to cum all over her, still miraculously innocent, face. And rope after rope of his sperm come flying out, some landed on her lips, some on her face, some on her hair (which she’d normally be pissed about, but she just couldn’t care less right now) and some on her tits.

After he caught his breath, he tuned to look at her as she removed some of the cum of her cheek and being it to her lips, “you ready?”

“for what?” she asked as she swiped some more of his cum, this time from her tits, to taste it, “to get properly fucked.” She looked at him with horror, she didn’t think she’d ever met a man that could go 2 rounds. She looked down at his saliva-covered, half-hard cock as he is pumping it into a full hard on and she wasn’t sure she could ever fit all of him inside of her.

“don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gently with you” he looked her in the eye as if to challenge her, “that is if you want me to be gentle”

He smirked again at her conflicted reaction, she did always believe rough sex to be the best, but she just wasn’t sure she can handle something of this length and girth.

“Ready?” she nodded, eyes never once leaving the cock that is about to painfully stretch her out in anticipation and anxiety.

She could feel tears about to prickle in her eyes as she’s being spread open like never before, Harry’s cock was sinking inside her quickly due to her slickness, but it still wasn’t easy accommodating him. Before she knew it, he was fully inside her, his print appearing in her stomach and his balls resting on her ass.

“So, love. You want me to be gentle?” he asked, watching intently as she touches his cock through her belly, “No, sir, I want it rough”

He smirked when she answered correctly, he folded her in half just as she was when she was pleasuring her filthy cunt, he wanted to put as much pressure as possible on her stomach now that it was full of him. He pulled out completely sans his tip before slamming back into her, he put his hand on her mouth, so no one can hear her screams indicating what they are doing right now.

It took a while and a couple of painful thrusts before the pleasure finally overtook the pain. Of course, the pain was still there, she thinks it’s impossible to be fucked with that and not feel pain, but it was a delicious kind of pain, one that she wants to feel every single day, one that when accompanied by the pleasure and the weight put on her already full belly, made her damn near lose her mind. She was chanting but not coherently, she was shouting words, no not words, sounds…sounds of encouragement as she holds up her legs, presenting herself to a relentless man with a ruthless dick and she was loving every second of it.

The feeling came again, the bone crushing feeling in her legs that makes the jerk, the pleasure that is so overwhelming it becomes impossible to keep her eyes open, that knot-like feeling in her full stomach that makes her clench for dear life. She was about to cum for the 3rd time today. She cums all over his cock while it’s still fucking into her, trying to bring about its own climax. And not too long after, Harry buried his cock to the hilt inside her warm cunt and came inside her.

He was glad to hear that she was spurring him on as he released his ropes of sticky, white cum inside her because he didn’t really consider that he probably shouldn’t come inside his business partner’s daughter’s cunt without protection. He took this encouragement as meaning that she was on birth control and that’s a relief because he really didn’t want to get someone, who was just barely old enough to drink, pregnant.

“when can I see you again?” y/n asked watching as his cum slides out of her satisfied hole, not bearing to look at him for fear of finding out that she sounds like one of those girls who’ve been swindled into a one night stand.

“I’m coming next Wednesday” he informed and he tucked his button up into his pants before leaning in to kiss her, “round 2?”

“Yeah” she agreed, trying to sound chill and not like she was already counting down the minutes. Because she was.

Maybe moving back in wasn’t so bad after all.

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We Meet Again

5 years after the events of Lock Your Doors, y/n and Harry meet again in London.

a/n: there’s the slightest bit of cnc in this one, too. Not half intense as there was in Lock Your Doors, but still there. So be warned of that.

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It’s been 5 years since that man broke into her house and fucked her deliciously. It’s been 5 years since that man broke into her house and gave her a mind blowing orgasm, which she hasn’t been able to recreate since. It’s been 5 years, but she still often thinks of him. When she needs to get off, but has no access to porn, she remembers that encounter 5 years ago and it usually gets the job done. He haunts her. She’s obsessed with him.

y/n tucked her vibrator between her folded clothes before closing her suitcase. She checked that her passport was in her pocket before grabbing her phone and heading out to meet her friend.

After an arduous 3 years of law school, y/n and her friend, Nora, decided that they were long overdue for a vacation. It was originally going to be one of their noncommittal plans that they think of when they’re drowning the exhaustion of the week at the bar. It was Nora’s idea to spend 2 weeks in London after graduation to celebrate, but it was y/n that followed up on it, she was the one who insisted they make concrete plans. And here they are, 2 poor college graduates flying first class on a plane headed to London. They were in over their heads, financially speaking, but they didn’t care.

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“Should we visit Buckingham Palace first or Big Ben?” Nora asked looking at a confusing map of the city.

“Neither,” y/n snatched the map from her friend’s hand, “let’s just be mysterious locals”

“y/n, I’m paying good money to be here, I’m not going to be a mysterious local” Nora retorted as she tries to wrestle back the map from her friend

“No, nobody likes tourists,” y/n explained as she pushed her friend back, “but if we pretend to be locals maybe we’ll find our soulmates”

“we’ll give it a week,” Nora mulled it over for a second before sighing and letting up, “if no one falls in love with me, then we’ll be the most annoying tourists this country has ever seen”

“deal” y/n chuckled before throwing away the map and heading in a random direction

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Nora and y/n sat in a random café in a random part of London, they sipped their tea, ate their crumpets, and made as many terrible impressions of a British accent that they could think of.

It was noon now; they’ve been here for hours. They were getting weird looks and told off by the waiter when their voices got too loud, but they felt happy. It really felt like they could spend the entire 2 weeks right here.

y/n excused herself to the bathroom and when she came back, she found Nora was pushing off a guy whose hand is all over her as she giggles, “y/n,”, she pushed him off completely to inform her friend about a little change in plans, “I’m leaving with James”

“James?”

“He’s a guy I met, he’s really nice”

“Shit, Nora, I’ve been gone for 5 minutes”

“I know, I’m sorry. But you said we’ll meet our soulmates here and maybe James is mine”

“You’re just gonna leave me here?”

“Is there anything more romantic than getting lost in a foreign city?” Nora was ready to say anything, so that she could run off with James and have sex all day. That was a lovely way to spend the rest of day.

“I guess not” y/n sighed, groaning in defeat, “just stay safe”

“I’ll turn on my location and I’ll call you at 11” Said Nora as she kissed y/n’s cheek and ran off with this James, “James paid the tab, don’t worry about it” she informed y/n before disappearing beyond the horizon.

The café seemed lonely now, not as bright and not as welcoming. She packed her things and was about to leave when she noticed an unmistakable face.

He wasn’t bloodstained as he had been when she first met him, that crazed look in his eyes wasn’t there anymore, he looked like an average Joe, but he wasn’t. He was a fugitive and he was dangerous and he was a man she loved dearly. He was Harry Styles.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him, no one could. Girls would glace at him and giggle with their friends, some would squeeze their legs to get some of the friction that’s built up between them. Men would steal glances at him and puff up their chest, maybe they were trying to outshine him or maybe they were trying to impress him. In anyways, he was reading a newspaper and not checking his surroundings, but his surroundings were checking him out, that’s for sure.

He was captivating and maybe she wanted to be seen with him, maybe she wanted all the girls to give her dirty looks because she had what they didn’t and maybe she wanted all the guys to wish they were him, so they could fuck her. y/n was attractive, she knew that much, but all this time, she just wanted Harry to come back, she wanted to be so attractive that Harry couldn’t help but stumble back to her. But he never did.

She wanted to walk up to him, spill his drink all over his suave attire then kiss him passionately then slap him then make love to him on that very table for all of London to see. She was confused and emotional and she just wanted him. But he wasn’t hers and she wasn’t his and that was really unfortunate because he’s the thing she wanted the most in life.

He could feel someone staring at him, he’s learned to ignore the stolen glances and the stifled giggles, but even 8 years in prison couldn’t teach him how to ignore staring. He looked up from his newspaper to find the somewhat sad, somewhat angry eyes that he vaguely remembered from years and years ago.

‘Oh fuck’ she read his beautiful lips as they mouth the words. He was staring at her waiting for her to approach and she was lost in his hardened, beautiful, green eyes.

She hadn’t realized that she was walking up to him, she blinked and all of a sudden, she was standing in front of his table taking a seat next to his.

“Hi” she spoke softly

“Hi, love” he greeted as he put down the newspaper, he didn’t look too pleased with this interaction.

“Remember me?”

“Of course” he was lying, he didn’t remember her. He knew he knew her, but he just didn’t know from where.

“Why did you leave?”

“What?”

“You said you were going to stay the night, but you left. Why?”

“I’m going to be honest with you, love. I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“you broke into my house then took my virginity. How do you not remember that?” she raised her voice in frustration.

Suddenly it all clicked he remembered the night he escaped, the man he killed, and the amazing sex he had. He remembered the cunt very vividly, it was divine, but he never could recall the woman attached to it. And now she was standing in front of him asking him a rather stupid question.

“You tried to call the pigs on me, love. If I stayed the night then I would’ve gotten caught and this time, I would’ve deserved to spend the rest of my life in prison”

“you said that if I let you fuck me then you’d pretend it never happened”

“No, I said if you let me fuck you then I wouldn’t kill you. You look alive to me” he spat back at her, eyes getting angry.

“you’re a fucking dick”

“that, I am,” he agreed before burying his face into the newspaper again, “is that why you came here? To ask why I left?”

“yes, what else did you expect?”

“to be completely honest with you, I though you were gonna tell me you were pregnant”

“I’m not pregnant”

“Shame, I know you would’ve look beautiful pregnant” he said casually, never lifting his eyes from his newspaper.

She stared at him, dumfounded that he would deliver something so heavy with such nonchalance “So, you live here now?”

“Always have” he answered, “before I went to prison that is”

A silence befell them before she spoke up “So, you didn’t remember me, huh?” she asked rhetorically, the sadness evident in her voice.

“I remember you”

“only because I reminded you”

Harry sighed putting down his newspaper and turned his attention to the talkative girl sitting beside him, “look, love. The way we met might have been eventful to you, but it’s not to me”

“So, I’m just not memorable to you in any way, shape, or form?” she scoffed

“you were a good shag, I’ll give you that” in anger and disbelief, y/n rose from her chair quickly and slapped the older man across his face. The smug smile that was on his face was replaced by a shocked and angry one. Everyone was looking at them, but she didn’t care. She only saw him.

“I need you to take me home and fuck me” she whispered to him, holding his eyes which were shooting daggers at her and her eyes were shooting the very same daggers right back.

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Harry had always remembered what her cunt felt like. He wasn’t sure if it’s because it was otherworldly or because that was the first pussy he’s fucked in 8 years, but he remembered it vividly. He’d look back on that day and wish he had bothered to taste it. he was sure it was going to taste as good as it felt.

y/n has remembered the burn of the stretch of him entering the deepest, most intimate part of her. she remembered how good it felt when he reached a deeper part of her with every thrust. She didn’t know that this would be the best orgasm she will have in her life. She didn’t savor it and she should have.

They both got a chance to amend a particularly eventful sexual encounter and this time, they weren’t going to make the same mistake they did last time. This time around, they were gonna go slowly.

They were in her rental apartment, she’s so glad that Nora went home with the guy and not vice versa. The French windows were wide open, revealing their anxious bodies undressing the other to a casually prying eye. But they couldn’t care less. y/n wanted to show the world that she was being fucked by the guy that turns head, that is so confident and assertive, it’s almost psychotic. Harry had spent 8 years in a maximum security prison and that has a tendency to kill inhibitions. The birds do it, the bees do it, and y/n and Harry were doing it.

The bedroom wasn’t messy as both y/n and Nora had fought off the jet lag, so they can savor each and every minute possible of their well-earned vacation. The suitcases were just opened on each of their respective beds and that’s the extent of the clutter.

The sexual tension in the room was almost tangible, they were each looking at each other as a piece of meat and the neither of them seemed to mind. He didn’t cut her dress this time, he just took off her Cami top and sucked on her tits which he didn’t fully appreciate last time. She, meanwhile, was pushing his pants down his legs, trying to fish out his cock from amidst the mess of fabrics.

“I missed you so much” Harry moaned on her tits. y/n didn’t know it, but he wasn’t speaking to her, he was speaking to her body.

“I missed you, too” she muttered, finally rescuing his cock from the confines of his clothes.

“You gonna let me taste you, love?” he growled into her ear as he bit her earlobe playfully. She could only nod eagerly and weakly push his head down to her heat by his hair.

He was staring endearingly as her cunt as if it were an old friend he hadn’t seen in years and in the strangest way, that felt like the case. He licked a bold stripe across her slit, smiling when he heard her soft moan. This was gonna be fun.

Harry sucked her clit into her mouth and stuck his middle and pointer fingers into her desperate hole and started pumping it in and out. He missed her moans; it was a mixture of desperation and pleasure and it was ethereal.

Her moans were getting louder and louder and her legs were jerking and trying to close around him, but they never get the chance to since he always spreads them back open for his tongue to peruse and suck on.

Her back was arching off, she was pressing his head deeper into her cunt, her moans were breathier but somehow also louder, her hole was clenching around his thrusting fingers preparing for an orgasm.

She was fully screaming from the bone crushing knot unraveling in her abdomen. as her legs were spasming and moving around erratically, her feet accidentally kicked her suitcase off the bed, sending its contents flying every which way.

“well, well, well. What do we have here?” her eyes flutter open after recovering from her orgasm, finding Harry kneeling down and picking up her vibrator. She covers her face in embarrassment as if the man wasn’t just snacking on her pussy not a minute ago.

“counterintuitive, no? you came here to get dick” she ponders as he examines the pleasure device

“I didn’t come here to get dick. I came here to celebrate graduating law school with my friend”

“And you were planning on staying abstinent the whole time?”

“I never said that”

“I get it, not every guy will make you cum. You’re just taking precautions”

“yeah, God Harry, you’re the only one who can make me cum in the whole world. The only thing that even begins to come close is my vibrator” she mocked in a sultry and airy voice. Unbeknownst to him, every word she was saying was true.

“gonna use it on you. yeah?” he tears his eyes from the device to look at her foolishly smiling face looking at him endearingly. She nodded eagerly before giggling and spreading her legs open for him again.

He plugged the vibrator in a nearby adaptor in the power socket and immediately cranked it up to the highest setting before softly placing it on her still recovering clit. She screamed again, trying to push his hand away from her clit, but he didn’t move, the vibrator remained firmly on her poor, sensitive clit. Until her body began to shudder in preparation for a more intense orgasm, he pulled away.

“No, no, please. Why?” she whined, opening her eyes disgruntledly.

“Don’t worry, your pretty little pussy will come in a second” he assured as he pumped his angry cock a few times before lining it up with her pussy. He pushed in and although when he had pushed into her 5 years ago, she was a virgin, she seemed just as tight now as he remembers her to be then.

He grunted as her cunt swallowed his dick in seconds, even though it appears that he is too big for her to take. She takes slow and deep breaths as she tries to adjust to his vast girth. once he’s buried his length to the hilt in her warm heat, she hears the vibrator hum to life, this time much quieter, before she felt it on her already stimulated clit. This was going to be intense.

“Shit” she screamed, her head spinning and struggling to choose which stimulation to focus on; the huge cock that’s forcing her tiny hole to gape in order to accommodate his size, the very same cock that she feels brushing her cervix, or the intense vibration on her clit? It was all too much for her poor pussy to handle.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum” she screamed in warning, her body displaying the usual tell tale signs of an orgasm.

“I know, love, can feel your hole clenching around me” he moaned as she came around his still hard cock with a somewhat mousey scream.

The vibrations and the angry thrusts persisted. She didn’t mind getting fucked even though she is fucked out, but the vibrations were overwhelming her. She tried pushing away his hand from her sensitive clit, but when he felt her hand pushing his away, he took the hands which was playing with her left nipple and grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. He increased the intensity of the vibrator with his thumb and spread her legs open with his own and he started bringing his cock down much harder than last time.

“Take what I give you, love” he growled in her ear as tears were running down her face, she’s pretty sure her poor hole will never be the same after this session, her clit feels like it was about to fall off. Her body was jerking through the exhaustion as she came around his cock. Again.

Still, the stimulation continued. She felt light headed as all the blood seemingly travelled down to the fucked out area between her shaky legs. The tears were still travelling down her face as she tried to ignore the dull feeling coming from her pussy, she just focused on how she can see his cock fucking in and out of her through her stomach and his beautiful, aching moans. But she could feel another orgasm was underway when her stomach began to clench again.

Harry buried his cock inside her to the hilt as rope after rope of cum decorated her weeping walls. She, herself, was also cumming around him. The vibrator finally turned off, Harry pulled out and y/n closed her still shaken legs, protecting her cunt from another round of sex.

They didn’t say a word, they both just drifted off to sleep holding each other in their arms.

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The ringing of her phone woke up y/n. she checked the time on the digital clock on the nightstand. 23:14.

“Hello?” she answered, not bothering checking the caller ID

“are you asleep?” It was Nora

“Yeah, I was”

“Listen, I’m gonna stay the night at James’s, I don’t feel like going home”

“Ooh, was he that good?”

“No, James was a disappointment. He came first. No, saying he came first implies that I came second which is not true. I didn’t cum at all” Nora complained

“Oh, babe. I’m sorry” y/n chuckled sympathetically at her friend.

“I can’t believe I left you to have some of the worst sex of my life” Nora sighed rather dramatically, “did you at least have a better day than I did?”

y/n looked at the man that she’s been thinking about for the past 5 years. This time, still sleeping next to her. She felt the dull ache between her legs from the amazing sex she had and she smiled to herself before answering, “yeah, it was pretty great”

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Lock Your Doors

Harry is a deranged, escaped inmate and y/n is his hostage.

a/n: this may not be suitable for some people so please refrain from reading if you’re uncomfortable with any of the following topics: mentions and depictions of violence, depictions of blood, consensual non-con.

3.1K Words

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An inmate by the name of Harry Styles has escaped Rooksfield Federal Penitentiary. Styles has violent tendencies and he is believed to be armed. If you see him, inform the authorities immediately and do not attempt to confront or interact with him. Stay safe and don’t forget to lock your doors and windows, folks.

“Very troubling, isn’t it?” y/n asked her grandfather as she sipped from her tepid tea

“Don’t you worry, he’s not gonna get far” her grandfather appeased as he took the last sip of his own bitter tea and continued to move in his rocking chair.

“You don’t know that. If it’s on the radio then it must be serious. No?”

“They put anything on the radio nowadays. Don’t you hear the music the kids are listening to?” His granddaughter laughed at his grumpy and irrelevant comment.

“Better not forget to lock everything tonight. We have a tendency to forget that”

“I don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” her grandfather muttered as he rose slowly from his rocking chair, “I’m going to bed. You coming?”

“No, I think I’ll make another cup of tea to put my mind at ease,” she rose from her armchair as she grabbed her own cup and her grandfather’s, “do you need help getting to bed?”

“Young lady, I am perfectly capable of getting to my own bed, thank you very much” he sassed her as he grabbed the rails with his ailing hand.

She chuckled below her breath as she puts his cup in the sink for later washing and her own on the counter.

+

She sipped her chamomile tea quietly listening to a song she vaguely knows play on the radio. She was hoping to hear an update, that this Henry Stiles (or whatever his name is) was caught and brought back to prison. He sounds dangerous and scary.

Escaped Inmate Harry Styles was spotted in Herald County. If you are in Herald County, please stay safe and on high alert for this madman. If you see him, inform the authorities immediately and do not attempt to confront or interact with him. Stay safe and lock your doors and windows.

y/n let out a sigh of relief. Herald County was hours away from where she lived. y/n felt guilty for being relieved because a dangerous person is still at large and is potentially terrorizing other people. But she was just so glad that she and her grandfather weren’t in a direct radius of danger.

She sipped the last remaining bit of tea in her cup before she turned up the radio a little so she could listen to the rest of the slightly familiar song before bringing her cup to the kitchen to wash.

+

The song was coming to a close and y/n was delightedly bopping her head and humming the general tune of the song as she dried the last cup and placed it in the cupboard specifically assigned for cups and plates.

She turned around, getting ready to go lock all the doors and windows when she saw him.

He stood at a menacing 6 feet, white button up was creased and bloody, knife still glistening under the low lights despite it also being bloody. His hair was disheveled, but curly is the most weirdly endearing way possible.

She didn’t feel a muscle moving, but she could hear a scream which she knows is hers. The nearest neighbor was about half a mile away and her grandfather was probably fast asleep. He was a heavy sleeper and he was hard of hearing. This scream was futile and she knew it. No one could help her now.

“Who are you?” she tried to sound confident and angry, but she just sounded at the edge of crying and begging for her life to be spared.

“Doesn’t matter”

“Why are you here?”

“I don’t know, I was hoping to find something”

“You can have anything you want just please don’t hurt me or my grandfather”

“Interesting offer” he smirked at her; a smirk so twisted it brought a new batch of tears to her eyes.

He took a step closer to her and she didn’t dare move. An act which may have been mistaken for bravery if she weren’t crying an ocean. His frame grew taller and more redoubtable as each confident step led him closer and closer to her.

“Sit down with me?” he posed it as a question, but y/n wasn’t sure if she actually had a say in this, so she just nodded meekly and followed him to the couch, sitting on the opposite end to him.

“what’s your name, love?” he asked, knife still passively pointing in her direction

“y/n”

“lovely name,” he ignored her breathy ‘thank you’, “why are you crying, y/n?”

“Because you’re in my house” she answered, scared that she might set him off

“not big on sharing, huh?” he chuckled as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.

“Look, love” he adjusted himself so he can be face to face with her, “some very bad people are after me” The authorities are after you. You are the bad people. Leave my house now! These were all things she thought and screamed in her mind, but things she wouldn’t dream of saying it to his face “…and I need a place to hide”

“whose blood is that?” she asked him, tears still streaming down her face

“don’t worry, love” he looked down at his blood-soaked shirt that she was referring to, “It’s not mine”

“Please leave me alone”

“Haven’t done a thing to you, love” he chuckled, but he sounded almost…hurt.

“Why is there blood on your shirt”

“Because some people just can’t cooperate, it’s not in their nature,” the coy smile dropped from his face, a grave look replacing it, “But you don’t look like you’re one of these people. You look obedient and if you obey me” he paused to slowly scooch closer to her on the couch, “then you have nothing to worry about. Am I understood?” the tears had completely halted, she was now staring at him, mesmerized.

He grabbed her chin, lips hovering over hers, “Am I understood?” and she could only nod slowly as she looked between his formidable eyes and his attractive lips.

“Good,” he pulled her hand away from his chest (which she hasn’t noticed she put there) before retracting from her personal space as he rose quickly from the couch, a certain spring to his step, “now can you point me to the nearest bathroom?”

“It’s there” she pointed at a room juxtaposed to the kitchen

“thank you, love” he smiled at her before pecking her lips and hurrying to the bathroom.

y/n hated that she found this dangerous criminal endearing, she despised that she wanted him to kiss her, not just peck her lips and she absolutely abhorred that he had made her slick between her legs.

She didn’t need to tell anyone; she could just let him hide here until it’s safe for him to go again. Sure, it’s morally questionable and she would technically be liable for any of his victims thereafter and she could be criminally charged for harboring a fugitive, but it’s the safest route for her and her grandfather. Plus, he was really, really sexy, but that was just an extra.

Harry Styles, or that’s who she assumes that man is, broke into her house with a bloody knife in hand and she, ever the genius, is falling in love with him.

Overwhelmed by her need for safety and her moral obligation to society, she was about to rub her face, but then she noticed it. Both her hands were covered in red. Blood. She was racking her brain trying to figure out where the blood could’ve possibly come from. Him. His chest was bloody, she touched his chest and now, her hands were bloody. Which could only mean one thing, the blood was still fresh. She hadn’t noticed that her hand was on his chest and she hadn’t noticed that the batch she touched was wet, but she has noticed the blood that was on her hand, figuratively and literally.

She had to call the police. This man was hot and was charming, but he was a menace to herself and to, potentially, her grandfather and to society and she had an obligation to call the cops, to prevent future crimes at the hand of this man. It took a minute, but she’s ready to accept her obligation. She needs to call the cops.

She stealthily made her way to the landline; she pressed a 9 then a 1 then another 1 and she waited in palpable fear as the line rang. Two opposite things happened in tandem and drained the color out of y/n.

First, the door to the bathroom swung open. Second, the voice of the operator filled her ears, “911. What’s your emergency?”

“Hello? Is there anyone there” the operator asked incessantly as if he were taunting y/n. You can’t answer, you’re about to be killed. Ha.

her feet felt like they were being swallowed by the wooden floors, she couldn’t turn around to face the deranged man.

Harry was taking slow steps, so he won’t be heard by the operator.

y/n could feel the now clean, cold blade resting on her neck, waiting to slice it open and drain the blood out of her as well as her life.

“Hang up, love” he growled lowly in the ear that wasn’t occupied by the phone, “you’re in big fucking trouble”. She Obliged.

+

“You want to know why I have blood on my shirt, love?” his cold, unflinching eyes were trained on her, this time he didn’t soften when he saw her tears. She shook her head, keeping her eyes on the ground.

“Too fucking bad” he spat out at her, his hand was twitching like he was physically restraining himself from killing her right then and there, “I didn’t ask for much from the dick. Just wanted pedestrian clothes, can’t be walking around wearing prison clothes. Can I, love?” she shook her head again and a second wave of tears invaded her face.

“he wouldn’t have it. He didn’t cooperate, he fought back,” he continued his distributing story “So, I killed him. Left him in a puddle of his own blood for his wife and kids to find.” She let out another wet sob, “The kicker though? He was still alive. He could’ve let me raid his closet and leave and he would’ve lived, but no, he had to be a hero and start fighting again, so he died, i saw to it this time, and I dirtied my new clothes in the process. Can you believe the audacity, love?” he retorted as if the latter was somehow worse than the former.

“And now” he mumbled into her ear before kissing the shell of it, “you die, too”

“Please no” she let out a loud sob, “please, I’ll do anything”

“shouldn’t have called the pigs, love”

“please don’t kill me”

“you left me no choice. Tis not a world for heroes, love”

“you always have a choice; you can forget that this ever happened”

“You’re a very sexy young thing, but not sexy enough for me to overlook something like that. You betrayed me. That’s irredeemable.”

“Please, I’ll do anything at all” she was fully sobbing when she felt the cold steel of his knife shallowly cut her neck. Then she felt an experienced, wet muscle swipe the blood that was falling.

“here’s the deal: I’ll hide here tonight; you’re going to give your cunt to me and I’m not going to kill you. Sounds good?” she nodded desperately, sighing in relief once the blade departed from her compromised neck. She hated to admit it, but she was wet.

“If you want to stop, just tap my thigh 3 times, yeah?” she nodded eyes still on him, thighs squeezing to take care of her wet pussy.

“on your knees” he ordered her and she obliged quickly and happily.

Harry kept his cruel eyes trained on her teary, scared ones as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his muscular thighs, boxers dragged with it. There he was, standing in his full glory. And he was glorious.

“open your mouth for me” she obliged again, opening her mouth as much as she humanly could to try and accommodate his impressive size.

“Good girl” he praised before spitting in her mouth and gently cramming his length down her throat. He wrapped his hands around her hair to still her head as he fucks his cock into her mouth.

Her jaw ached as she struggled to keep her teeth from digging into his dick. She was moaning…no, whining. She was whining about her jaw, looking up at his as if to say ‘please I need a break’. Unbeknownst to her, Harry was being kind by letting her take only half of him so she could train her jaw to take him all. That was always the plan: if he were going to grant her amnesty for betraying him, then he was going to get deepthroated, that’s for sure.

“Ready for more?” she nodded eagerly before he shoved the rest of his manhood down her tight, unprepared throat. She was gagging with each inch that was added into her already full mouth. The wet sounds that were leaving her mouth were so fucking filthy. He noted how her poor mouth was so full of him that her saliva was dripping down her chin. His hand was automatically moving her head down on his length while his eyes were staring on her cleavage.

He didn’t have to look at her cleavage, though. She was his for the night and her body was at his command, he could see her bare tits if he wanted to. And he wanted to. So fucking bad.

He grabbed his trusty knife and began cutting open the front of her dress, hacking his way through the fabric looking for the tits he’d dreamed about touching for the 8 years he’s been behind bars. Her precious tits bounced out of her shredded dress. Free for him to feel and touch.

One hand forcing his cock into her warm, wet mouth and his other hand was groping her tits and circling her nipples. The sequels she let out due to the simulation to her sensitive nub only added to the pleasure his cock was receiving. He was about to cum and he almost didn’t want to, he almost wanted the pleasure to last some more.

“I’m going to cum and you’re going to swallow. Got it?” he demanded as he closed his eyes in anticipation for his orgasm. Rope after rope of semen flooded her mouth, some of his sticky, white cum escaped from between her lips as she tried her hardest to swallow his huge load.

“Now,” he let out through the heaves of his blissful high, “I need to fuck your cunt so bad, love” he roughly pushed her so that her back was on the floor and his cock was rubbing on her inner thigh. He flipped her skirt, revealing her damp, cotton panties. He again uses his knife to free her coveted cunt from the constraints of her panties.

He smirks as he leads his monstrous cock to her wet, innocent, little hole and he pushes in.

She screamed as her walls were being painfully stretched open for him, which prompted him to bring his knife to her neck again, just to give her an incentive to stay silent. She covered her mouth as her hole was being painfully penetrated for the first time.

He hadn’t felt the warm embrace of a wet cunt in 8 years and he could cum a thousand times just from the tightness alone, but he persisted, lazily moving his dick in and out of the traitor’s pussy.

He threw the knife to the side, and used one of his hands to confine both of hers while the other went to play with her perky tits, his mouth was swallowing all her sounds from her pleasured moans to her pained grunts. His hips started snapping faster, forcing her still adjusting cunt to take all of him inside her.

“I’ve haven’t felt this in 8 fucking years, love” he grunted primally as he watched his cock disappear inside her cunt and come out sheathed in said cunt’s slickness. He ignored her pleas for more and continued snapping his hips to hers at his preferred pace, cramming his dick inside her.

He escaped prison because of the guards’ gruesome treatment, yes and he escaped because he wasn’t sure he could carry out his sentence of 20 years, also yes. But he’s starting to think that these were superficial reasons. He’s starting to think the real reason he escapes all along was just to feel a pussy again.

He felt the bone crushing feeling of an oncoming orgasm. He held painfully tight to her wrists, his whole body was beginning to shake, his swelled balls were contracting as he shoved every last inch of his gigantic cock into her tiny, pulsating hole and he release what he felt like was a lifetime’s supply worth of cum deep inside her. He let go of her wrists and removed his weight from atop her as he laid there next to her, allowing her to curl up next to him, but not reciprocating.

Harry didn’t care if she had cum or not and he didn’t care if he got her pregnant, he didn’t care what her grandfather will think when he sees her, so harry didn’t bother to cover up y/n. Just like that man was left in a pool of his own blood for his wife and kids to see, she will be left naked with cum dripping out of her no longer innocent pussy for her grandfather to find. He simply didn’t care.

Harry watched intently as y/n’s breathes slowed down, signifying to him that she’s fast asleep. He rose from off the floor and began dressing himself in his blood-soaked clothes, he carefully tucked his sated cock inside his prison supplied boxers with a hiss. He looked in the mirror and he saw a sweaty man wearing clothes with blood on them.

He decided to undress again and take a hot shower where no one will watch him, where no one will say the stupid ‘don’t drop the soap’ joke every 2 minutes, where he can let his eyes wander. And then he’s going to get clothes that aren’t bloody and he’s going to skip town.

Harry Styles was never going back to prison.

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Razz My Berries

a/n: man, i felt like i was Charles Dickens or something whilst i was writing this. also Harry is a sexist asshole here as this takes place in the 50s (I’m after that sexy, sexy historical accuracy). Also razz my berries is a 50s slang meaning impress me it DOES NOT mean fondle my balls as i had originally thought. This has not been proofread. Enjoy.

Harry and y/n meet at college and fall in love instantly. (50s!AU) 4k words.

y/n was always a quiet girl in school, she was careful as to not say anything out of line to hurt or offend anyone. y/n is also a hopeless romantic, she’d spend her unoccupied weekends reading great love stories, dreaming of being swept off her feet by her knight in shining armor.

The thing is though: while y/n does want to get married one day, she didn’t want kids; she’s never liked them, she doesn’t think she has the patience to deal with kids, she cherishes her alone time and she knows that’s something she’d give up if she had a child. But you get a husband in order to get pregnant, that’s the rule; no man will want to marry a woman that doesn’t want kids.

Regardless, she pretended to want kids, so her parents can send her to college. While y/n doesn’t regard her high school career fondly, she is glad that she didn’t catch the attention of some juvenile boy because then she wouldn’t be here, packing her bags for college. y/n knows the importance of college, her parents, however, were like many other parents of young girls who believed that college is only a means to marriage.

She sealed the last of her boxes, and took one last look at her pink, ransacked room. She carried the box downstairs, where her dad took it off her and hurried outside to put the box in the trunk of her car, “Your mother made breakfast, go eat something before you leave” her dad instructed her.

She wasn’t sure she could stomach anything right now; her nerves were getting the best of her. California was a long way from Maryland and California might as well be a completely different country. Surely enough, she only took 2 bites off her scrambled eggs before she apologized to her mother and excused herself.

“I think I need to go; I have a long way to drive”

“Honey, you’ve barely touched your food. Are you okay?” the woman asked her only daughter.

“I’m fine, I’m just nervous” she justified, hugging her mother for the last time for a while.

“Here, if you get hungry on the road” she handed y/n a brown paper bag, which y/n couldn’t even bear to peep inside.

She hugged her father and whispered that she’s going now. He, in return, kissed her temple and pulled out his wallet and gave her a 50.

“In case of an emergency,” He smiled

“Thank you, daddy” she hugged him again before pulling away to leave.

“drive safe” her father yelled

“I will”

“and keep in touch” her mother added

“I will”

And with that, she drives away.

*****

On the quad, her pen had dried up half way through writing a note on the byline of her assigned reading, so she asked for a spare from a man who was sitting a few feets away from her.

“Excuse me, sir,” she spoke, but he ignored her, “sir!” she spoke louder this time.

He turned around to look at the source of the sound, his intimidating expression melted into a boyishly flirtatious one once he got a good look at the source, “what can I do for you, darling?”

She pushed a few stray strands past her ears as she let out a shy, flattered laugh, “I was wondering if you have an extra pen, I seem to have broken mine.”

“Of course, anything for a beautiful lady such as yourself,” he smirked at her reddened cheek and her flustered look. He offered her the pen, but he wouldn’t let her take it away, “I’m afraid I’m going to need your name first”

“My name?”

“I believe it’s something your parents give you at your birth” she blushed even harder and laughed at her moment of stupidness, “right. Why do you want my name if I may ask”

“Well, this pen is a very valuable one, it’s a family heirloom and whatnot, so I need to make sure who I’m handing it to. In case, you decide to run with it.” they both smiled at their banter.

“you think I’ll steal your pen, sir?”

“Not necessarily, but better to be safe than sorry. Besides, it’s an expensive pen”

“Well, if it’s only for the safety of pen, my name is y/n l/n.” he used the pen for leverage to drag her hand to his mouth, “It was lovely meeting you, Ms. l/n”

“It’s been a pleasure, Mr.” she strays, realizing that she didn’t take his name.

“Styles. Harry Styles”

“Do you need my dorm room as well, Mr. Styles?”

“How about you let me take you out and you can tell me that then?”

“If I agree to go out with you, will you let me keep the pen?”

“As, I said before, Ms. l/n, it’s a family heirloom, if you want to keep it, I will have to marry you.”

“How about that date first before we get married?” she joked, breaking loose from her nerves.

“Are you free right now?” he inquired, giving her the intimidating look from before.

“Yes, I am” she answers, looking away from his strong gaze. She wasn’t free, in actuality, she had to finish her assigned reading that’s due tomorrow, but this man was being quite charming and her parents did send her to college to attract a husband.

*****

After a pleasant and successful date, Harry walked y/n back to her dormitory.

“So, was I good enough to deserve a second date?” he asks the woman walking besides him.

“you did, you were. Maybe tomorrow?” she looks at him with the most adoring eyes and in return, he looked back at her with the same, albeit slightly less intense, adoring eyes and a boyish smirk. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his stiff chest, he bent down slightly to catch her lips in a passionate kiss.

“Tomorrow is wonderful” he pauses, staring at her innocent eyes, “goodnight, y/n”

“goodnight” she whispered back, hand hovering over her freshly-kissed lips as she watches him disappear into the night.

*****

She tried to focus; she really did, but the harder she tried to concentrate, the more she thought about him.

His gelled back hair, his button-up shirt that was perhaps a little too tight, that charming smile of his, and those enchanting eyes. He was perfect, Harry Styles was perfect.

Of course, she’s not alone in the thoughts. Every girl that’s ever saw Harry thought he was perfect, every girl that’s ever met Harry probably wanted him as a husband. y/n knew that and while that thought did bother her, right now her brain was occupied by Harry and Harry alone.

*****

y/n went back to her dorm after a less than fruitful day; her brain didn’t manage to retain anything from any of her classes today, she blames him.

On her way back, she saw Harry laughing with Betty, a girl in y/n’s psychology class that’s been blessed with everything y/n lacks. He was giving Betty the same look he gave her yesterday and Betty, being a bit more adept at flirting than y/n, touched his arm, laughed just enough, and twirled her hair innocently. y/n wanted to hate Betty with every fiber of her being, but it didn’t help that Betty has been nothing, but nice to y/n since she got here. She should leave, she’s too sensitive to watch this, but she stays and she watches and she lets the discrepancy between Betty’s suave response to his flirting compared to her own fumbling one dig deeper and deeper into her heart. She watches like she’s punishing herself, until she could no longer watch.

Later that day, Harry had the audacity to stop by her dorm.

“what are you doing here?” she spits the words at him

“what do you mean? I’m here to pick you up for our date” she didn’t reply she just look at him with disgust and spite.

“is there a problem, darling?”

Of course, there’s a problem. You were flirting with Betty, you were there in the same quad we met at yesterday, flirting with her. How dare you do this to me? Who the fuck do you think you are?

“there’s no problem, I’m going to get my purse”

*****

He carried the conversation for almost the entirety of their date and he didn’t notice that y/n had barely contributed to their topic or even commented on anything he said, save for a couple of vague sounds assuring him that she was listening, when she, in fact, was not.

None of his words stood out to her, it was just a background noise while her brain replays the events from that afternoon; how pretty Betty looked and how Harry looked at her how every other guy looks at Betty, like they’re undressing her with their eyes and having their way with her in their minds.

She decided to snap back to reality at an unfortunate point in Harry’s tirade.

“She’s married, y’know” he says before take a sip from his black coffee.

“who is?”

“Lucy”

y/n’s stomach clenches at the mention of the name of this woman. First Betty and now Lucy? “who is this Lucy girl?”

“I told you, a girl who works in my father’s office. Weren’t you listening?”

“Sorry, I must’ve got lost in thought,” she apologizes before bringing back the conversation to Lucy, “so, what about Lucy?”

“Am I boring you?” he chuckled, she shot him a polite smile (filled with anger) before answering, “not at all,” she took a sip from her tepid coffee and continued, “so you were saying something about a Lucy”

“Just that she’s married” her stomach unclenches and she suddenly feels very stupid that she let the whole Betty fiasco get to so far in her head.

“And?” she prompted him to continue with his story

“And nothing. I just found it strange that she’s married and still working, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know, actually. I don’t understand exactly what the problems seems to be”

“That’s what you’re here for, right, to find a husband?”

“I here to learn and get my diploma” she fired back, firmly.

“we’re all here for that, but you’re also here to find a husband, no?”

“it’s not my priority” she sips again

“but it is a reason”

“sure” she admits, “but I would still have gone to college regardless of whether or not I have suitors”

“did I do something to upset you, y/n?”

Of course, you did. You’re an arrogant, self-centered, misogynistic dick who was flirting with Betty in the very same place we met. Perhaps it was stupid to consecrate the quad where they met considering they only met yesterday, but it just didn’t sit right with her. She was so angry, you’d think harry had slept with Betty in y/n and his marital bed, but that was not the case. It was just a stupid place that means nothing.

“I’m fine”

“I’m glad to hear thar, darling, but that’s not what I asked” his laugh, which just yesterday, was the most charming sound in the world to her ears, now sounds somewhat condescending.

“I’m not mad at you” she said, not at all convincingly, “but I do have to go”

“let me walk you back” he rose to his feet, reaching for his wallet to pay for their coffees.

“no, thank you. I need to clear my head” she hurried out of the quaint café before he can follow her.

*****

y/n was sitting on her bed reading one of her many, many romance novels when she heard a knock at the door, she assumed it was her dormmate who often forgets her key.

“Lizzie, I could’ve been as-” she ceased mid-sentence as she saw the much taller man that she just saw not 3 hours ago, standing at her door.

“Not Lizzie, sorry” he said sheepishly, once she opened the door and he saw her stunned expression

“Harry, what are you doing here?” she whispered for no particular reason

“you’re mad at me and I want to know why”

“I’m not mad at you”

“yes, you are.”

“no, I’m not” she insisted, raising her voice louder than his

He pulled her in closer by her waist, but instead of kissing her like he did yesterday, he instead whispered “come drive around with me”

She knows she shouldn’t have given in, but no matter how much she hated him, she also loved him and although she hates it and won’t admit it if you paid her, he has a certain hold on her. A death grip formed in just one day; the woes of a romantic never cease.

So, she let him lead her to his car and she let him drive her around several California towns and she was mesmerized, she never got many chances to leave the campus and when she does, it’s usually within a very confined perimeter.

“so, darling, are you going to tell me what’s got you upset?”

“I said I’m not upset”

“then why’s you storm out?”

“I needed to clear my head”

“that’s what people say when they’re upset”

“I’m not though”

“Darling, will you just let up already? help me fix it.” he glances at her when he heard her sigh before turning his attention back on the road (in this universe Harry is a good driver lol)

“I saw you yesterday”

“that’s what’s got you mad?”

“you were flirting with Betty and in the place, we met no less. You ruined it”

“ruined what?”

“the quad, the place we met”

“Ah,” he slowly nodded, everything finally clicking in his head.

“Ah? That’s what you have to say about this?” she scoffs at him

“what do you want me to say, pet?”

“I want you to explain yourself, tell me that it’s all in my head”

“It’s all in your head”

“you don’t sound very convincing”

“I was flirting with her, but she initiated it.”

“It doesn’t matter, you should’ve shut it down” he sighed at her response, not sure how to proceed from here.

“do you think she’s pretty? Betty” she looked at him hesitantly

“of course I do” she looked forward at the windshield and she felt a familiar pain forming behind her eyes, “why would you say that?” she lets out a tear followed by several others in a quick succession.

“you know maybe, you don’t think that what happened last night was a big deal, but it was to me. That was my first kiss, last night” Harry pulled up in a darkened road by a corpulent tree, he opened his door and got out as she was asking where he was going. He went around the car and opened her door for her and told her to get out

“why?”

“just do it”

“I’m scared, Harry”

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you” she stared into his unflinching and confident eyes trying to decide whether or not she trusts him. She decides she does.

He took her hand and lead her to the tree before turning back to face her, “I’m sorry for what I did last night and I’m sorry for ruining the quad.

“why are we here?” she asked pulling her cardigan closer to herself.

“we’ll make this our special place” he replies, inching closer to her.

“I don’t know what that means” she admits

“here, let me demonstrate.” He pulled her to his chest again and she lets him. He closes the gap between them, catching her timid lips and she lets him. He wraps his arms around her waist, bringing her closer than is possible and she wraps hers around his neck, forearms resting on his toned shoulders.

“Harry” she slips out breathlessly as he carefully lays her down on the grass. She’s not supposed to be doing this, if her mother found out, she would lock her in the basement forever or maybe even kill her. She’s heard an expression about cows and milk or something to that effect, she’s heard horror stories about what happens when a woman gives herself to a man who’s not her husband. She knows she should stop.

“Harry” she says it with more conviction this time, halting his wandering hands, “we shouldn’t do this” The conviction she had before has dissipated and now she just sounds like she’s saying convince me and that’s what he does.

“y/n, doll, I can make you feel really good” he pleads desperately with her, breath hot on her neck

“someone can see us. Besides, if anyone finds out, my life is as good as over” she rations, mostly to herself, while she runs her hand through his strong back.

“No one will find out, no one ever passes through here. Besides, I’ll marry you anyways. I promise”

“you can wait”

“I can’t wait and I know you can’t wait either. I know you want me and I want you too, darling. I promise I’ll make you feel good, you won’t regret it” he begs kissing her neck with every plea.

“well then, razz me berries” she brings his head down and puts her mouth on his as he gropes her tits through her cotton dress and thick bra.

“take it off, doll” he commands before leaning back into her kiss. He helped her take her dress off and he took a moment just staring at her half-naked body. This wasn’t his first time having sex, but it was the first time he stopped to admire his sexual partner, it’s the first time he was awestruck by the second party, and it’s the first time he actually considered his lover more than just a sexual encounter, this was a person, a beautiful woman which he will marry.

“don’t look at me like that” she pleads with him, chuckling nervously as she crossed her arms over her covered chest.

“you’re gorgeous” he comments before going in for yet another loving kiss, his hands fiddling with the back of her bra trying to unhook it. after a few awkward seconds, he threw her white bra to the side with her dress. She was sitting looking shy, visibly fighting off the urge to cover her bare chest. She was bare, safe for her underwear that’s still sitting on her hips, protecting her precious cunt from his sight.

“you sure you want to do this?” he confirms with her, hands waiting for her signal to pull down her panties and make love to her. y/n thought she knew better, she thought that she’d come back from college as innocent as she had arrived, but she really wanted this. She was taught that sex is something a man and a woman do after marriage for the sake of making babies and she was taught that sex was only enjoyable to men, women just did it to get pregnant and she had lived her life under this assumption. Then she met Cathy, the girl who notoriously knows a lot about sex. Cathy had disabused not only y/n, but also every other girl who would listen, of the archaic notion. Women like sex too, if it’s good. Her words brought everything to a new light.

“I’m certain” she replied, hoping Harry really does make her feel good.

He pulled down her underwear to reveal her coveted, hairy area. He almost started salivating like a dog when he took a minute to admire it, admire her. He hastily took off his suspenders and pulled down his pants along with his own underwear.

Her mouth hung open as she took in the sight of his daunting cock. y/n doesn’t know what qualifies as big, fuck that, y/n didn’t even know a cock looked like that up until now, sure Cathy described it before, but she didn’t visualize it as that.

“It’s big” she comments with a bit of fear in her voice, she swallows before adding, “I don’t think it will fit”

“It’ll fit fine, honey, I’m sure” a sick, sadistic part of harry is reveling in her reaction. He didn’t want her to be scared or in pain, but he couldn’t help but let her response feed his massive (just like his cock) ego.

“ready for me, darling?” she nods meekly and closes her eyes as she feels the head of his dick painfully stretching out her cunt. She lets out a whine as she bunches up the material of his shirt and buries her face in his neck to stifle any audible noises that might indicate their scandalous activity.

He pushes more and more of his cock into her expanding hole, she instinctively started to weakly push him away from his abdomen, but he continued on in until his balls were resting on her ass.

Just then they heard the sound of a car passing by, they both held their breathes and hoped that the tree was big enough and that its umbrage was dark enough to mask them from the passer byes. Luckily, it did.

“I thought you said cars don’t pass by here”

“they don’t, this is nothing by an outlier,”

“picked the worst possible time for there to be an outlier” he chuckled at her snide comment before looking back down at her and confirming with her again, “you good?” y/n could’ve taken the passing car and the pain as a sign from the universe or God himself to stop, but she didn’t and she’s thankful she didn’t.

She nodded and bit his shirt, ready to stifle the whimpers of pain, but as he glided against her now wet walls, she relaxed under him and let out a couple of moans, “it feels good” she pushed her cunt back on his slow cock, a silent indicator that she wants him to go faster. He pins down her hips, and brings down his cock harder, deeper, and faster than before and she’s loving it, she’s under him squealing and moaning so much and so loudly that he had to kiss her to swallow her sounds, lest she exposes them.

“more” she begs airily, a smile on her face, her eyes closed, chest heaving, legs quivering. He pushed her raised legs closer to her head and started sinking down his whole length in and out of her weeping hole, he felt around for the little bundle of nerves that he knows drives women crazy and when he found it, he smirked when her legs jerked open for his fingers and cock.

While y/n was trying to process the plethora of unfamiliar feelings and understand what they are, Harry was subconsciously going faster and sloppier in response to a feeling he knows all too well, the muscles in his stomach were contracting as his dick paints her insides with his seed. Although his cock ceased movement and is now buried inside her warm cunt, his fingers were still rubbing her clit; he kissed her neck as he feels her cum around him.

They stay that way for a few minutes (though they could’ve sworn it was hours) being wrapped around each other in the most intimate way possible, neither of them spoke, they just huddled close together hearing the wind passing through the tree branches as he rubbed his hand up and down on her back and as she cuddled close to him, her chest pressed to his and soft lips leaving ghostly kisses to his firm and hairy chest. They knew that they should get going before one of them falls asleep (it would be disastrous if someone found them naked with his dick sheathed inside her), but this was an intimate moment; she gave him something she was taught was the most valuable thing she has and he stayed.

“We should get going, darling” he announced, unwrapping himself from her and taking a hold of his soft cock and pulling it put of her fucked hole, he watched as his sperm got drained from her cunt, holding back a moan.

“So, did I razz your berries?” he asked her jokingly, in reference to her pervious challenge.

“you did” she chuckled and reassured him as she picked up her bra from the floor, “can you help me?”

He hooked her bra again and kissed her back before leaning in to whisper something in her ear, “I’ll still marry you. I swear it”

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the rorschach test is stupid. they just show you a bunch of pictures of pussy and say you’re mentally ill. could’ve done that myself 🙄

#walk through fire for queue

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Hey, they ran off after seeing me!    No…they probably ran because of Mikasa…

1x01 the fall of shiganshina, part 1 ↳ project#snk rewatch by victoria / @kirschetein

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#honestly been hella turned off by harry ever since finding out he supports Israel #pornrry.txt

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Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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#hs #very sexy very hot

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#hs meme

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Kenny to Levi: Son, you're getting to that age. I think it's time you learned how to destroy that pussy

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I’ll meet you where the spirit meets the bones

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Harry photographed for SNL 2019

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Harry photographed for SNL 2019

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Harry photographed for SNL 2019

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