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wine drunk

contains: degradation kink, smut, strong language

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Talia was running late that morning. Her head was pounding and her vision was hazy, and she had no desire to actually go to class. So as she rushed out of her apartment with mismatched sweats and an open bag, its contents flew everywhere. Journals and pencils flew out of her open bag and onto the carpet floor below, making Talia curse in frustration.

“Whoa,”

She whipped around, her eyes widening. A man stood behind her, closing the door to his own apartment as he saw the mess on the floor. His brown curls fell over his forehead and ears, his outfit a simple white shirt and baggy gray dress pants. Even a soft mustache ghosted his features—trim enough to be written off as stubble.

The shirt clung to his biceps, exposing the ink lining his arms. Without another word, he leaned down to help her with the scattered pens, Talia’s cheeks flaming at the handsome stranger. “Thanks,” she mumbled, zipping her bag up and looking over at him. “I’m Talia,” she introduced.

“Harry,” he nodded. “Must be new here, eh?” He asked with a soft laugh, and Talia bit her bottom lip.

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, the smirk spreading across his face telling the answer he didn’t have to say.

“You don’t fit—”

“Neither do you,” she interrupted, a cheeky grin spreading across her face as he narrowed his eyes playfully.

“Watch yourself, Talia.” He warned, causing heat to bloom on her features and her to switch her stance, allowing her to rub her legs together.

“See you around,” she said softly. “It’s nice to know the name of someone around here.”

“This place isn’t known for its friendliness, babe.” He winked playfully, and she started to laugh, nodding in agreement. He watched as she turned to leave, her thick ponytail bouncing softly as she jogged down the hallway to the elevator. She was young and clearly still in college—more of the audience suited for this apartment building.

Harry has been living in the apartment since he graduated college three years ago, somehow forming a connection with the small place. It was furnished with updated facilities and a more organized color scheme; it fit him and held his friends for a chill hang out, so he wasn’t complaining. Plus, moving is a bitch, and now that he knows his new neighbor is hot, he has no motivation to move.

As he worked through his boring office job, placing a matching suit jacket over his t-shirt to seem less unprofessional. He was bored out of his mind—finance is boring. He needed some excitement in his life, honestly. And after work, he decided to have a quiet night in. Some of his friends invited him to a beer and sports, but it sounded unappealing.

He sat at his bar with a cool beer, the apartment eerily quiet as he drank in the silence. His friends had him pegged as the old man of the group, simply because he was more introverted than the normal twenty-six year old, but he didn’t mind. He liked his dim apartment with soft lamps and blood red curtains.

A knock interrupted his quiet night, making him grumble to himself and grab his beer as he walked towards his front door. He just hoped it wasn’t the old lady near the elevator needing help starting her dishwasher again—he doesn’t have the patience right now.

When he opened the door to the girl he ran into earlier that morning, her bright brown eyes and giddy smile catching his attention, his eyebrows raised. “I made you cookies… since I’m new and hate bugs, I figured I should get on your good side.” She giggled, holding up a plate of giant chocolate chip cookies.

“Isn’t my job supposed to give you the cookies since you’re new?” Harry asked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Talia just shrugged in response, extending her arms.

The truth was—she only made the cookies because she desperately needed to see the handsome stranger living across the hall again. “Can I join you with one?” She pointed to the beer in his hand, and he smirked demeaningly.

“Are you even old enough?” He asked, pouting.

“Oh shut up, I’m twenty-two.” She scoffed, and Harry smiled warmly, taking the cookies in his hand and pushing the door open wider. She stepped inside nervously, chewing on her bottom lip. If she’s honest, she hasn’t interacted with a man romantically since she was a freshman.

She’s rusty, and Harry isn’t necessarily a warm up. It’s like when someone is a first-time surfer and goes straight for Hawaii—she’s freaking out. Plus, it was risky enough; if she was rejected, she’d still have to see him basically every day. “What kind do you like? I’d pin you as a wine girl.” He asked, bending over his fridge to search through his collection.

He had changed from his work clothes into a crew neck sweater and a pair of joggers, and looked so domestic. Talia was practically drooling, but cleared her throat to calm herself down before answering. “Whatever you have. I’m not very picky,” she crossed her arms as she leaned over the island to watch him pick out a red wine, discarding his can. “How romantic,” she teased.

“How bold,” he countered with a soft smile. “Was planning on having a nice night in, and now it’s being crashed by some crazy college girl.” He watched her cheeks color and her eyes widen in slight embarrassment as she laughed, shaking her head. He walked past her to grab two glasses, to which she scrunched her nose up at.

“It tastes better from the bottle,” she mused, causing Harry to shove them back in their place.

“Agreed. But glasses are classy and romantic. I’m killing two birds with one stone.” Harry explained cheekily, though just grabbed a corkscrew and popped the bottle open. Talia quickly took a swig, the expensive liquor sliding over her taste buds and sitting in her mouth for possibly a second too long as she savored the drink.

For a college student, she wasn’t one for parties or getting drunk in big groups. Of course, as a new student enrolled in a school very far from home, she went crazy. But now, as a more mature woman (as she likes to say) she thinks a small outing with three friends is enough for her.

And she definitely hasn’t been this forward before. Especially with someone so clearly out of her league. “Classy and romantic is definitely not me. This is good, though,” she commented, and Harry picked up the label.

“When you go to shitty work events, you get nice prizes. Why’d you move here of all places?” Harry asked, clicking his tongue at the sudden subject change as he ripped his eyes from the label back to her wide ones.

She had a look of constant innocence on her features as she smiled at him. “I like it. It’s in a quiet part of the city and everyone minds their business.” She shrugged in nonchalance, and Harry sat beside her at the bar. He watched her eyes scan his spotless apartment, the silhouette of her in the dimness so romantically alluring.

Talia’s teeth were playing with her lip so much to the point that when she looked back at him, her mouth was swollen, her nerves high. She watched his throat bob as he gulped down the smooth liquid, her heart stuttering.

He wasn’t just handsome, he was beautiful. His lips were turned in a soft smile no matter what, his posture one of a mature person. He was so different from the boys she had made herself familiar with. She’s never been graced with a man who has a steady job and his life together before, and it was slightly worrying. She has no idea how to talk to him.

But that wasn’t really the case. The more wine drunk they got, the more conversations flew by. They had migrated to his couch, both of his legs resting against the ottoman while Talia’s were tucked by her chest, both of them on their second bottle. And their conversation was sliding into uncharted territory, though Talia wasn’t as nervous as she usually would be if she were sober.

“So you haven’t been fucked in… three years?” Harry clarified, his jaw dropping. “Jesus, no wonder you’re fuckin’ stressed.”

Talia turned pink. “I do fine on my own and I hate the beginning stages. It’s so awkward, like kissing for the first time and… pretending to care about their siblings.” She mumbled, and Harry let out a loud, unfiltered laugh. This was more action he’s had on a Thursday night probably ever, and he seriously loves it.

She isn’t the loud college girl he thought she was. “You mean wandering into a stranger’s home to steal his wine and bake him cookies that are definitely laced with crack?” Harry asked with raised eyebrows and a knowing grin, making her start to laugh, though his words stood true.

Either they clicked, or she was better at this than she thought. “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know, you’re easier than most of the guys I talk to.”

“Gee, thanks. Gotta love being called easy,” Harry scoffed playfully. She rolled her eyes, resting her legs closer to his as she grabbed the bottle from his hands. “Slow down, babe, gonna get yourself knocked out.” He went to grab the bottle from her hands, but she just ripped it away and rested the glass on her lips.

She met his eyes as the liquid slid into her mouth, her teasing attitude making his eyes turn fiery and his gaze turn warning. “Don’t you dare,” he snapped, and Talia bit her bottom lip, opening her mouth to show the wine filling to the brim. “Spit it out.”

But Talia just shook her head, the glint in her eyes turning mischievous. But Harry was quick—his eyes were hard as he sat behind her, his hand enclosing over her throat, his lips dipping near her ear. “What did I fucking say, Talia?” He whispered harshly. His grip wasn’t too tight; she could still swallow if she really wanted.

But based on her dilating pupils and increasing heartbeat thrumming against the pads of his fingers, he was fairly certain she would indulge herself in whatever he had planned for just a little longer. She turned in his grasp to stare at him, her eyes wide and her gaze longing. “Spit. It. Out,” he whispered.

What he didn’t expect was for Talia’s eyes to flick to his lips before closing the distance. He met her halfway, his hands sliding to the back of her neck. She was practically shaking in nerves, and when their mouths met, he could taste the transfer of the wine from her mouth to his.

His eyes closed and his fingers laced in her dark hair as he swallowed the liquid before pushing back into her, their noses bumping and his tongue sliding across hers messily, searching for more of the expensive drink. Talia’s shaky hands found his torso, her fingers burying in his sweater as her eyebrows furrowed with need.

The burning in the pit of her stomach was at a dull throb for most of the evening; wine made her hornier than usual, and she was sitting in close proximity with the hottest man she’s ever seen. But now, the burning was a blazing inferno of thrashing heat, consuming her as she tried to get closer and closer.

As close as possible, really. “That’s a good girl, giving me what I want,” he whispered tauntingly, pulling away with darkened eyes. The room temperature seemed to have amplified to the tenfold, the once irritatingly useless lamps now creating a simple, elegant glow across the small living room.

He laid back on the couch, bringing Talia with him. “I’m a good girl?” She perked up, causing Harry to bend his outside knee, creating a shelter for the girl laying on his chest.

“So good. Should we test how good you are?” Harry asked. The alcohol pouring through his veins had made him far hornier than usual, but he couldn’t really blame it on the alcohol when the most beautiful girl in the world was laying on his lap.

“Yes,” she murmured, her elbows resting on either side of his head, her lips hovering over his. “Please,” she added for good measure. Harry let out a soft laugh at her eagerness, tucking his bottom lip behind his top row of teeth.

“Go kneel,” he stared at her with hard green eyes, a look of pure lust and astonishment written on his features. When he woke up this morning, he wasn’t expecting such a beautiful girl to be laying on his shitty sofa at midnight on a work night. But he was now obsessed—completely, utterly obsessed with the innocent girl.

She scrambled to do as he said. It was a mix of the dominating tone and soft caress to her jaw that sent her overboard. Talia was a nervous mess, but one urge covered the rest. Lust. She was lusting over this man as she fell to her knees beside the couch, needing to please him.

Talia rested her hands on his thigh as he laid sideways beside her. He sat up, mimicking her actions, though staring down at her as he sat back on the couch, a bored expression on his face. “So young… bet you’ve never been fucked good by a frat boy, hm?” He fake pouted, and Talia bit her bottom lip at his faux sympathy.

She nodded, though, knowing there was no reason to lie to him; she doesn’t think she has the capabilities, even if she wanted to. “Yeah? Poor girl,” he smirked wickedly. “You wanna get fucked? Bring the cookies to bribe me, did you?”

“No!” She protested, shaking her head. He watched her long, chestnut hair shake with her head, her plump lips in a deep frown. “Just wanted to talk to you.”

“But you talked to me, and now you think you deserve more. Is that right?”

“You kissed me first,” she spoke up, sitting up on her knees to gain the height she had lost, her hands dropping to his thighs.

“Mm? You were being a brat, though. Kinda don’t deserve anything.” He hummed, sliding his sweater over his head, his chest rippling as he threw it behind him carelessly.

He revealed far more tattoos than she had seen lining his arms, her lips sucked into her mouth to try and conceal her reaction to his newly exposed skin. Rippling underneath the black were muscles. Lots and lots of muscles. Talia’s mouth was watered, her fingers curling into his sweats as her eyes travelled down his arms, over his torso, and finally to his face. “I do deserve something,” she protested.

“Do you? You’re still being a brat, though, dove.” He smirked, and Talia held back a pathetic whine at his words. She was so beyond needy, she could take some playful teasing from him. As long as she could touch him and he could fix the growing ache between her legs, he could say whatever he wanted.

Talia wanted to kiss him again—she wanted him to choke and praise her. “Can I make it up to you?” She asked, blinking heavily. Harry, though putting on a brave and carefree demeanor, was a mess of giggles and grins inside.

“Yeah?” He asked, his fingers trailing down both of her arms and resting over her hands—a total juxtaposition from his gruff voice and harsh exterior. “Say what you want to do, and maybe I’ll let you.” Harry pulled his hands away, his ears just keen enough to hear the soft whimper and shaking fingers.

Talia gulped her now dry throat, the color filling her cheeks helping her form her bold words she has never spoken aloud… ever. “Want you to fuck my face, daddy.” She stated blankly, licking her lips and arching her back at the last word and sliding her fingers up his thigh higher.

His eyebrows shot up, his green eyes darkening at the simple sentence coming from the insatiable girl sitting in between his legs. “Come help me take them off, then.” Harry smirked, and Talia started to beam as she eagerly shifted closer, the fronts of her thighs pressing against the couch as she grabbed his waistband.

Harry sat back, only lifting his hips slightly to help her peel his joggers off before letting her lean forward, pressing eager kisses to his thighs at the hem of his boxers. Her hand gripped his newly revealed tattoo, sliding her fingers over the tattoo as she seemed unable to rip her eyes from the bulge in his navy underwear.

“Can I take these off?” She asked, her fingers ghosting over the elastic before lifting her head, her dreamy eyes meeting his.

“That seems like a little too much responsibility for my little whore.” Harry tilted his head to the side, his fingers sliding through her hair before sliding his fingers down her jaw. Her eyes widened at the nickname, her fingers pausing on his elastic as her eyes fluttered at his touch.

But as he reached down to shove his boxers down his thighs, he kept one hand on her chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes as his hand was clearly doing unholy things right below her line of sight. If the movement of the top of his hand wasn’t a clear indication, his furrowed eyebrows and slightly parted lips were.

Pleasure ripped through his bones as he slowly jerked himself off, hips stuttering. “Please,” she whined, ripping her chin from his grip to gape down at his massive size and huge dick. She brought her head back to Harry’s, her eyes clouded and her jaw dropping.

“Can you take it?” He asked, lifting the hand off his cock to her chin, his thumb glossy with pre-cum as he pressed it against her bottom lip hard enough to make her mouth open and her eyes flutter shut as she nodded. “Good. Get on your knees again,” he dropped his hand, keeping it on her lip until he couldn’t reach, though his eye contact could.

It was scalding, and Talia could feel the intensity through his clenched jaw and his free hand bunching up the boxers that sat halfway down his thighs. She rested her hands on his legs, Harry’s hand searching for hers. “Tell me you want this before I ruin you.” He whispered, feeling Talia desperately cling to his hand, her fingers gripping his ringed fingers as she twirled the gem mindlessly.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.

“It’s not too hard, is it? I’ll do all the work, you just pinch my thigh if something’s wrong, yeah? Don’t wanna break your throat the first time I fuck it.” He winked playfully, sliding his fingers up her forearm before tugging her towards him. She rested her hands on his hips, grinning sadistically up at him.

“So there’s a next time, then?”

“There are definitely more productive things that pretty mouth could be doing,” he hummed, snapping to his painfully hard dick. It sat against his stomach, the tip red with pre-cum beading down the sides. She has to be honest—penises are the grossest thing she’s ever seen. But Harry’s for some reason had her obsessed… in love?

He laced one hand through her hair, the other gripping her neck as he led her movements towards him. He stopped her a few inches away, letting her take hold of the base on her own, opening her mouth as she looked up at him. “Ready?” He asked, his hold tightening on the hair at the nape of her neck as he pushed her down.

Her eyes shut in his hold, his silky skin brushing across her tongue. And as he slowly eased himself in, his fingers dug into her scalp, his self-control fraying as her lips closed over him, sucking gently as he pushed her head farther down. “Fuck,” he cursed softly, his head falling against the back of the couch, eyes staring at the ceiling as he slowly slid in and out of her mouth.

The feeling of her enclosed around his dick, her cheeks suctioning against him, tongue swirling around him, lapping up every drop of pre-cum that fell from him was too much to bear. He had broken out in a cold sweat, the caring part of his brain that had grown fond of the girl over the night had withered and torn, leaving an animalistic hunger for her in its wake. And as the need grew stronger, his thrusts did, too.

He pushed himself in and out of her frantically, moans and grunts spilling from his mouth without care. Talia gagged against him, her palms laying flat against his hips as the noise made her pull back with a gasp, her bloodshot and teary eyes staring up at him. “You alright?” He asked, his voice raspy and thinly-veiled pleasure sitting deep on his irises.

“Feels so good,” she moaned out abruptly, like she couldn’t contain the sentence that bubbled out of her. Her knees were pressed together as she sat in front of him, drool and pre-cum sitting on the corners of her mouth as she stared up at him with glazed over eyes.

“Yeah? Dirty whores get off on pleasing their daddy, don’t they, love? Does that mean you’re one of them?” He asked, giving her hair a tight tug.

“Your dirty whore,” she mumbled, her hands migrating towards his cock again when he slapped them away. “No! I’m good, please. Wanna keep going,” she begged.

She looked so beautiful then. With her once pink lips stained red and puffy, drool sliding down her mouth and to her chin, her once (almost) neat ponytail completely wrecked from his fingers pulling at it. “Does watching daddy get off get you off, too?” He asked, shoving her back towards his lap. “Does my baby not want to feel good? She just wants to suck my dick?”

Talia shook her head quickly, her shaky hands coming towards her lips to wipe the excess drool from her mouth when Harry beat her to it, both hands gripping her jaw and tugging her towards him. “No, I want to feel good,” she gasped in shock at the sudden movement, her fully clothed body now straddling his almost naked one.

“That’s what I thought. So fucking greedy,” he whispered, pulling her even closer than before. Their lips were almost touching as he spoke, the slight contact brushing against hers making her whimper pathetically, her hands coming up to his shoulders, gripping them. “Bet you want me to undress you, too.” He smirked, watching as she nodded greedily.

Talia was not above begging, and Harry was delusional. His dick was so hard he could barely think, the scent of her perfume wafting off her sweatshirt driving him to the brink. “Take off your clothes and lay on your back. I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” his tone changed to a soft whisper as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Talia watched him with wide eyes, having no intention to get off him as she gripped onto his back, her nails breaking the skin. “Where are you going?” She asked, eyes frantic and brain stumbling to catch up with the situation at hand.

“Gonna get us a condom, baby,” he murmured. “Unless you don’t want to. That’s alright,” he slid his hands under her sweatshirt, pressing them against her hot back to pull her into him.

“No, please. I’m on the pill, don’t want you to get up.” She whispered in a panic, blinking slowly as she nudged their noses together. Harry swore he could feel her eyelashes brush his as she hovered herself as close as she could.

“Alright, shh. It’s alright,” he laid her back on the couch. When Talia deemed he was too far away for her sanity, she gripped onto the pearl necklace she was too busy to notice earlier when admiring his tattoos, making sure he never strayed too far away. “Wanna get fucked nice and hard? You’ve been such a good girl, I think you decide.” He kissed her temple, tapping her wrist to make her let go of his necklace before grabbing the hem of her sweatshirt.

“Rough,” she whispered. “Please,”

“Mhm,” he hummed half-heartedly, too busy kissing every inch of exposed skin as he pushed her hoodie farther up her torso. He decided he was taking too long, deciding to rip the rest of her clothes off her, placing a few hasty kisses to her thighs as he shoved her sweats down her legs. “Jesus,”

Her white panties were soaked through and coating her inner thighs as she squirmed on the couch, her heavy eyes locked on the vision of him between her spread legs, her underwear practically see-through at this point. “All this for me?” His eyes flashed devilishly as her hands reached for his arms to pull her up.

“Yeah,” she whispered, arching her back in pure need. “Stop being annoying.” She groaned, and Harry sat back, slapping her inner thigh with fiery eyes.

“Speak back again and you’ll be trying to get yourself off in the comfort of your own home tonight.” Harry threatened, though he knew it was an empty promise. There was no way he could kick her out at this moment—his head was loopy from all the blood rushing to his dick, and his mind was currently hard-wired to only think of Talia.

The girl was spread out on the couch in a soft white unlined bra with a matching white thong—so innocently devilish as the look of pure need and lust looked out of place on her soft features. Her legs were open, the fabric of her underwear clinging to her skin as she wiggled her hips impatiently.

“Sorry, daddy,” she whispered breathily. “Just so slow.” She bit back, her fingers going to the front clasp of her bra. Harry launched forward, snapping the latch himself before he grabbed her thighs, pushing her legs back to grind his hips against hers as he pushed their lips together.

It was needy and messy, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him as close as possible, her now bare breasts pushed against his as she tried to meet her hips with his. He pulled away, his fingers fumbling with her panties as she kept a tight hold on his shoulders. “Gotta tell me if I go too hard, yeah?” Harry asked, and she nodded, whining in impatience.

At her outburst, Harry shoved two fingers in her mouth, his other hand helping him guide himself into her slowly. She sucked on his fingers eagerly, both her hands going to his wrist and arching her back at the stretch. “Just needed something to suck, and now you’re finally quiet. Like a good little whore,” he leaned over her, watching her body shake as he pressed some more into her. “You alright? Too much?”

He pulled his fingers from her mouth to steady her hips as he lowered his front onto hers. Pleasure was swimming behind his eyes—she was already so tight, so wet without much foreplay. They were both a mess of moans and gasps, Talia’s hands going from his wrist to his biceps, gasping for air. “No, it feels so good. You’re so big, daddy,” she whined compliments over and over, her brain so fucked out she couldn’t say much else.

Harry, whose self control was lost on her words, slammed the rest of his length into her. She gasped, her legs snapping to the sides of her lips, her vision turning black as her jaw dropped and she tapped her lips for a kiss. “My good girl wants a fuck and a kiss? Such a spoiled baby, huh?” He asked, and she nodded dumbly.

Harry paused to let her adjust, but the feeling of her around him was like nothing he’s ever felt and his hips would stutter, grunts leaving his mouth and falling into hers. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he gasped out when he felt her tighten around him impossibly more, her greedy mouth pecking his open lips as she whimpered and cried out for more.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged. And how could Harry say no? He picked himself back up, grabbing her outer leg and pressing it to his chest, extending it over his shoulder as he kissed from her ankle to her knee sloppily, barely able to focus on anything but her.

He didn’t want to come in her mouth—he wanted to fuck her. But, he’s genuinely afraid he’s not going to last too long in how good she feels. He held her leg in place as he started to thrust, slow but hard. Hard enough to bounce her body, her fingers gripping the pillow behind her as she moaned loud.

Loud enough to definitely piss off the neighbors, but neither of them could bring themselves to care. He became unhinged, chasing the pleasure tingling at the bottom of his spine as he licked his thumb, pressing it to her clit. Her legs spasmed, her moans stuttering in surprise as she peeled her eyes open to stare at him. “You like getting fucked like that?” Harry was breathless as he slammed into her.

She was a moaning mess, one of her hands going to cup his as he overstimulated her, the leg resting against the cushions trying to shut against his hip as she tried to form a response. “I—daddy, Harry—fuck, please, feels so good.” She moaned, her upper body twisting in pleasure, her eyes barely able to stay open.

He pounded into her harder at her words, the encouragement sitting deep in his stomach. “Good girls don’t swear, do they?” He asked rhetorically, slamming into her harder and faster, her moans getting louder and quicker.

“No, d-daddy, I’m s-sorry,” she stuttered, his thumb quickening the circles on her clit as his eyes rolled back, a groan being forced out of his mouth at the feeling of her tightening farther, her moans and daddy’s slipping out more frequently. “Please! Please, oh my God, please, daddy!” She blurted out, her knees curling inward as her legs began to shake, her chest heaving.

“Gonna come already? Two minutes? Do I fuck my good girl that good?” Harry taunted, and she gasped, nodding eagerly as she stopped the movements on her clit. He groaned, his fingers curling into the skin of her thighs to halt his own orgasm as her legs shook.

“Please, can I come, daddy?” She begged, her voice a wreck. It was sore from him fucking her throat, and the pleasure controlling her body, building up so high she wasn’t sure she could stop it if she tried.

“Go on, be a good little whore,”

“Your good little whore,” she moaned, the confirmation all she needed as she arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut. He pressed their chests together, grinding himself inside her and tipping her chin to meet his view. She couldn’t stop moaning, her fingers now gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin at the feeling.

Her release was so hard, it was harder than anything she had ever experienced from herself or another person. She was gripping onto Harry like a lifeline, back arching uncontrollably as her legs spasmed around him, her heart rate spiking. She never wanted to come down from the euphoria as her eyes floated shut and her grip loosened the slightest bit.

She was so pretty when she came, tears streaming down her face and ruining the minimal makeup she had on. “F-fuck, please,” she cursed, ignoring the hard look from Harry and bringing their lips together as her body fell limp and her eyes closed lazily.

“Can you take another?” He asked. “Good girls can come at least twice,” he teased, though he stopped thrusting (despite how painful it was and needy he felt) to help her calm down with messy pecks and soft praises between them.

She nodded softly, pulling away just enough to stare at him with glazed over eyes. “Want you to come, too, daddy,” she whispered, and he smiled with a soft laugh.

“Yeah? Go lay on your stomach—fuck,” he cursed to himself as he pulled out of her. He stroked himself for some relief as she shakily climbed onto her elbows and knees, her ass in the air and her cheek pressed against the couch. “Such a good girl, baby.” He praised, watching her arch her back higher, her legs sliding open.

She was so needy—she needed to feel him again, she wanted to get fucked into the mattress, wanted to cry out and beg him for mercy. And her excitement spiked when she felt his hand palm her ass. She pushed herself back into him with needy eyes, looking at him over her shoulder. He smirked at what she wanted; it was quite obvious what she desperately needed.

“Want me to spank you?” He clarified.

Her head bobbled so fast, her back arching higher at the thought. “Please,” she begged, and his jaw almost dropped. The innocent, cute girl that needed help when she dropped her pencils that morning was gone, replaced by a sex-hungry goddess that couldn’t get enough of what he was giving her.

After massaging the skin slightly, he reeled his hand back to place a spank on her ass, making her joly forward with a moan. While riding off the high of his hand, he slammed his hips back into her—it wasn’t hard, considering he was drenched down her thighs, but it made her cry out and drop her head to the couch, her shoulders slumping along with her.

He gripped the sides of her hips so tightly he was sure there would be fingerprint bruises on her when she woke up, but he couldn’t bring himself to care… at all, really. She was pushing herself back against him, whining out soft please’s and yes’s as she gripped the pillow to ground herself.

When she felt him smack her ass again, she was a blubbering mess of moans and cries. “Liked that didn’t you, pretty?” He asked tauntingly, his thrusts picking up speed at her increased volume. He gripped her almost non-existent ponytail, tugging her up on to her knees as her arm flailed for something to grab onto.

He wrapped an arm around her torso, the other going to her breasts as she dropped her head against his neck. She lifted her head to look up at him, holding onto his wrist that was splayed across her stomach. “The frat boys never fucked you this good, did they?” He asked with a smirk.

She shook her head with pouty lips, gasping as he hit a spot inside her no one had before. “Aw, did I find your sweet spot?” He asked, swiveling his hips against it as he kissed down her ear. “Feel good right there?”

She nodded frantically, her second release tunneling towards her and making her knees weaker than they were before. “I’m so close, please, feels so good.” She gushed.

“Again? Needy girl,” he smirked against the back of her neck, kissing away the sweat that had formed there as he slid his fingers over the front of her throat, his thumb rubbing the spot where her windpipe sat.

She whimpered pathetically as she tried to hold it back, but when his hand that was holding her torso slipped to her clit, she gasped out in overstimulation, her body diving forward as she couldn’t control her limbs. He grabbed her neck, though, tugging her back into him as the circles he was drawing on her clit became rougher.

“I can’t,” she sobbed out. “Need to come, daddy,” she begged, but he was lost in his own pleasure. His head was thrown back, his mouth open as it hovered over her temple, his thrusts becoming sloppy and the grip on her neck tightening—not like she didn’t like it, though.

Her strangled moans were louder, her hand covering his to grip her neck tighter and they stared at each other, both their mouths agape and eyes spacey. “Yeah? Wait for daddy, darling,” he murmured, causing her to whine and squeeze around him harder, trying desperately to bring him to the same type of release she had. “Fuck, you fucking minx.” He groaned out.

Yeah, he definitely felt her.

If she wasn’t so brain-fucked, she would’ve made a snarky remark like he loves to do to her. “Gonna come with me?” He asked, his voice a growl as he snapped his hips into her again, smiling when she gasped out as he prodded her sweet spot again.

“Yes! Yes, please, please,” she gushed, their eye contact dwindling as she couldn’t keep her eyes open. He gripped her hair at the roots, snapping her head back and forcing her eyes open.

“Want to see you when you let go,” he groaned, and Talia nodded softly, eyes rolling back as he gave one last hard thrust against her. She couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could Harry.

Hers hit first, her limbs turning to jelly as she tried to shut her legs to soften the blow. “Yeah, fuck, so good to me,” she cried out, and Harry choked on a groan as he stilled inside her, his orgasm knocking the wind out of him as he removed his fingers from her neck to bury his face in the space between her shoulders and her jaw.

He could only moan and grunt as he spilled into her, Talia crying out in oversensitivity as she tipped her head to the side to allow him more space. “Shit,” he groaned as the wave of unrelenting pleasure finally passed, though Talia was still buzzing, soft moans still spilling from her mouth.

She had never had an orgasm this long or powerful, and normally she’d be a little freaked out—but Harry was rubbing soft circles on her lower stomach, his soft kisses on her neck letting her relax. “Thank you,” she whimpered, and Harry started to laugh, shaking his head.

“Don’t thank me. Just doing what your guys can’t,” he smirked, and she collapsed on the couch with an embarrassed groan, giving Harry a prime view of her bright red ass and bruised hips. She didn’t mind, and neither did he.

So he just laid behind her, tugging her into his body as she turned to him with spacey eyes, begging him for a kiss without using words. “Gotta clean you up, soon,” he murmured through soft pecks, and she pouted in protest. “Yeah, yeah. You just gotta lay there, don’t look so angry.” He teased, and she started to laugh.

They laid on the couch together for a bit, whispering and kissing like lovesick teens, but she simply couldn’t get enough. And when she fell asleep on his chest, naked and vulnerable, Harry decided not to kick her out—instead, he just pressed his lips to her temple and let her sleep peacefully; she needed it after what he just did to her.

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56. “It’s so wet.”

101. “Were you looking at my hands the whole time I was talking?”

142. “Touch yourself for me.”

145. “Your mouth feels so good.”

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Warnings: mentions of porn, camboy!harry, masturbation (m+f), oral (m+f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, dom!harry, overstimulation, teasing, humiliation kink, dirty talk, riding, nicknames (good girl, baby, whore), choking

You sat in your bed and scrolled through your phone, sighing when you noticed it was almost midnight already and you couldn’t get to sleep. So, you were going to do the one thing that always helped you sleep…masturbate.

You decided that tonight you’d try and find something to well… watch so you kept looking for something until you found a website, a website for people to stream and for viewers to watch them.

When you clicked on the page the first thing you saw was ‘popular live streams’ so you thought you’d scroll through it and your eyes almost bulged out of your head when you saw the 5th most popular live stream right now. It was your fucking roommate, Harry, he was streaming in the room next to yours.

You grabbed your headphones and quickly put them in, clicking on the livestream. You didn’t want to be a creep but it was your attractive roommate and he was live-streaming on a porn website…of course you had to click on it.

You could see why he would be one of the more popular live-streams on here, he had a pretty face and body. He had nice tattoos all over him and he must’ve had some good…assets.

It looked like he was getting started, he was on his bed, that bed that you’d fucking been in before. He filmed himself on that bed. You watched as Harry sat up his laptop with anticipation and there were already tips coming in for him.

The comments were all talking about the things they’d do to him and what they would do if they were ever near him. The comments were just filled with praise and it didn’t stop. Once Harry had set up his laptop he looked at the screen and smiled. “Thanks guys, um…I stream every weekend at midnight for the person who asked.”

Something fell behind Harry and he let out a little ‘shit’ and then looked in the direction of your wall, probably waiting to see if he had woken you up. He knew you liked to sleep early so doing this wasn’t a problem, he just had to keep the noise down. “Right, I guess we’ll just get started.”

Harry immediately took his shirt off and you pressed your thighs together, rubbing them to try and get some friction. You’d been so entranced by him that you didn’t even realise how wet the thought of watching him was making you.

The fact that he was doing this all in the other room…fuck, you wanted to just head in there and pounce on him. You swallowed as you watched his hand move from his chest to his shorts that was wearing, squeezing a quite obvious bulge through them. “Fuck baby, you make me so hard.” You gasped as the vulgar words left his mouth, he was talking to everybody watching like he was with them. Honestly, the way he spoke…you liked it.

“You want me to take ‘em off?” The comments flooded with so many yeses and people talking about how he was making them feel. “I know you do. I’m gonna take ‘em off for you.” He pushed his shorts down his hips and thighs and you frowned when you realised he still had another layer on.

Harry bit down on his bottom lip and his dimples popped out as he looked down at the little laptop screen. “I want you to listen to what I say and touch y’self over your panties, beautiful.” It was like your hand moved before your mind could even process the words Harry had spoken.

You circled your clit slowly over your underwear and pressed your lips together to keep yourself silent, you had to make sure Harry didn’t hear you. “Are you all wet? Want me to help you get off, hm?” You felt like you could come just by listening to what he was saying.

Harry pushed his boxers down his thighs and sat on the edge of his bed, finally revealing his hard cock. Fuck, it was not often you said this but even his dick was pretty. “I wanna fuck you so hard, make you come over and over again until you can’t even do anything but scream my name.”

You accidentally let out a whimper that was a little too loud and Harry’s head perked up so you stayed silent, hoping he’d ignored it. After a few seconds, Harry cleared his throat and spat down onto his cock. He spread the spit around and looked directly at the laptop camera as he slowly started to stroke himself.

Harry let out a low whimper and spread his thighs apart, giving the live-stream a good view. “Take your clothes off if you’ve still got ‘em on and touch yourself for me.” You pushed your underwear off quickly and circled your clit with your middle finger, it was hard to keep your noises to yourself as you watched him struggle too.

Harry’s hand sped up a bit and he closed his eyes, his expression was just pure bliss. “Want you to come fast today, ‘m not gonna last too long.” Harry’s other hand wandered down his body until he got to his balls and he lightly squeezed, the action making his hips jump up.

You moved your finger at the same speed he was moving his hand and you felt so warm as you got closer and closer while watching your roommate touch himself for anyone to see.

Harry’s thighs shook a little and he opened his eyes, letting out a quiet little moan. “C’mon, come for me. Want my baby to come first.” You tried to rub your clit faster and your vision disappeared as you came, it was like those book moments where they say that they saw stars. “‘M gonna come for you too, don’t worry.”

Harry’s hand stopped and his cum landed on his stomach and hand, low moans coming from his mouth. “Oh fuck…” Harry’s breathing was quick and short as he stood up and walked over to the laptop. “Thanks to everyone who watched and tipped. Remember, tomorrow at midnight, I’ll be here for you.” Harry grinned and the live-stream ended.

As soon as you turned your phone you felt immediate shame, you just got off with your roommate and he didn’t even know, he thought you were sleeping. You got up to go wash your hands and stepped outside of your bedroom, Harry’s doorknob twisted and he walked out.

When Harry saw you his mouth dropped open and his cheeks and chest went a slight red. “Oh, did I wake you up?” You shook your head and Harry’s shoulders dropped in relief. “You can use the bathroom first, I’ll wait.”

You walked quickly to the bathroom and locked the door behind you and looked at yourself in the mirror. “You just fucked everything up.” You whispered to yourself.

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The next morning, you woke up to Harry cooking in the kitchen and he gave you a sweet smile as you walked in. “Thought I’d make something good today, hope you don’t mind…” You couldn’t even hear his voice anymore as you stared at his hands, he wasn’t even doing much with them but the thought of what he was doing last night was- “Um, were you looking at my hands the whole time I was talking?” Harry questioned you and your eyes moved up to his.

“Sorry, I zoned out. Thank you for breakfast.” He gave you a plate of the finished breakfast and sat next to you, a little too close.

“So, why were you up last night? I thought you’d be sleeping at that time. And…are you sure I didn’t wake you up, I just want to make sure cause I’d feel bad if I did.” Harry chewed on a piece of bacon while he waited for your answer, like he wasn’t helping people get off last night.

“Well, I was just um…y’know.” You hid your face in your hands and Harry’s hand started to rub up and down your back, feeding you with sweet words. “I saw it, Harry.” You looked through your fingers at him and groaned when you saw his confused look. “The livestream, I saw it.”

Harry’s hand came off your back and he dropped his bacon onto his plate, he felt the sudden need to cover up as he sat next to you in just his boxers even though he knew now that you’d seen it all last night. “Oh, I’m sorry. I do it for extra money, I’m sorry if it made you uncom-“

“No Harry you don’t get it, I…I y’know…I did it while I watched, I liked it.” Harry’s eyebrows almost raised to his hairline and he swallowed, taking in the weight of your words. “I should just move out at this point.”

“Um, can I ask you something?” You nodded and played around with the food on your plate. “Well, I- y’know I’ve always done it by myself, I’ve never done one with someone else and I was thinking- just maybe you’d want to be the first one to do it with me? I’m only asking because you said you liked it and honestly I think about you-“

“I’ll do it.” You interrupted him and Harry tried to hide smile by turning away and continuing to eat the breakfast he had made for you two that morning.

Midnight couldn’t have come sooner, Harry refused to even kiss you because he wanted to keep you waiting. The asshole. When it got to half 11, you walked into Harry’s room and he was on his laptop, doing whatever he was doing. “Harry, are you sure they’re not going to be annoyed? It’s not your usual solo stuff.”

“If they don’t like you, that’s their own fault. Come here. Give you a kiss if you stop worrying.” You closed your mouth and sat next to him, pouting your lips for a kiss. “You’re not going to beg for it?” He teased and you rolled your eyes, shuffling away from him. “Aw, don’t do that to me.”

Harry grabbed your arm. “You’re so annoying, I just want to kiss Harry.” Harry looked at the screen of his laptop and shrugged his shoulders.

“Gonna have to wait.” You shoved his shoulder and he pulled you in, finally giving in to you. “Guess I do have to get you worked up for this.” Harry mumbled and you pulled back. “Only a few minutes now then you don’t have to wait to do anything.”

Harry stood up with his laptop and put it in the place he usually does, it gave a good view of the bed and he already had the website open, all he’d have to do was press start. He was standing in a place where nobody would be able to see you sitting behind him and he was going to stand like that until he told the viewers about you. “You ready?” He asked, hovering the mouse over the start button.

“I guess.” You heard the click and Harry rubbed his chin as he watched the viewers pour in, bouncing on his feet a little from nervousness. Sometimes the viewers requested he bring someone else in so he was pretty sure they’d be fine with it but at the same time their thoughts on you weren’t going to affect his own thoughts on you.

“Hi. Um, so we’re doing something different today. I have a special surprise for you.” Harry looked back at you for a second before clearing his throat and speaking again. “I know some of you wanted this so I brought in someone else.” Harry looked quickly at the comments and they seemed to be overwhelmingly positive, it made him smile.

Harry stepped to the side so that the viewers could see you and you gave an awkward wave. “She’s never done this so be kind guys, please.” Harry walked over to you and sat beside you, whispering in your ear. “Let’s just start kissing and let it happen naturally, you’ve nothing to be worried about.” He reassured you.

Harry grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him, giving you a half-smile before leaning in. His kiss was soft, giving you some time to relax into it and get used to it. Harry pushed you down onto the bed and the way you were laying, the viewers could see you from your right side.

Harry moved so he was hovering over you on his elbows and leaned down again, giving you no time to be nervous about what the people watching were thinking about you. His kiss was more desperate this time, quicker and his tongue was already poking at your lips.

You reached up and rested your hands at his jawline, letting him take control of the kiss. His kisses moved down from your lips to the side of your neck, pressing kisses down to your shoulder and then back up again. He kept going up until he got behind your ear and he sucked a little, it made you shiver…he was really good.

You felt him press his bulge against you and tugged at his hair so he pulled back from sucking behind your ear. “Enough kissing.”

“Are you making demands now?” Harry raised his eyebrows to show that he expected an answer and you shook your head. “That’s right, ‘m gonna do what I want to and you’re gonna do what I say. Now, sit up.” You sat up and Harry straddled you on his knees, reaching down for your shirt. He pulled your shirt over your head and turned towards the laptop. “So pretty, isn’t she?”

Harry’s eyes read through the comments and his eyebrows raised. “They want you to be a brat, are you going to be a brat or are you going to be my good girl.” You quickly answered good girl and he grabbed your chin, turning your head to face the laptop. “Tell them.”

“I’m-I’m going to be Harry’s good girl.” Harry let out a satisfied ‘mhm’ and turned your face back to him. Harry looked down at your bare chest and smiled, you’d chosen not to wear a bra and underwear since you knew it would’ve just gotten taken off anyway.

Harry looked down and bit his lip. “You didn’t wear anything under, did you?” You shook your head and Harry’s eyes looked like they were almost black. “Take ‘em off then.” You moved your leggings down as far as you could but Harry was blocking the way. “Can’t even do it yourself.”

Harry helped you take your leggings off and then spread your legs. “It’s so wet…let them see.” You shifted until you were in the camera’s view and Harry smiled at the screen. “See that guys? Don’t even have to do anything to get her wet. Mm, what do you guys want me to do with her?”

Harry looked through the comments and you did your best not to press your thighs together. “Hm, eat her out like it’s your last meal, I like that one.” Harry dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him.

He looked up at you and gave you a smile that could only be described as sinister and then blew some air against your clit. “I really want to savour my last meal.” Harry started to kiss your lower stomach and then moved down but stopped before you even thought he was getting close to your clit.

His kisses went to your right inner thigh and you whined in need of his mouth. Harry looked up at you and then pulled his face back completely. “Ask nicely and I might just eat this wet little cunt out.” Harry tantalised you by lightly pressing his tongue against your clit and then pulling back.

“Please? Please eat me out. It’s what they want, isn’t it?” Harry’s face turned to look at the screen and his face lit up.

“Looks like they want you to beg for it. When I’m doing this, I want you to look at them, let everyone know how good I make you feel.” Harry turned towards you again and waited for you to do what he wanted.

You tried to press your thighs together but Harry grabbed them before you could, keeping you spread out for him. “Please Harry, it hurts, I need you to make it better. I need it so bad.” Harry puckered his lips as he decided what he was going to do.

“Good enough.” Harry didn’t even wait a second before moving in, rapidly flicking his tongue against your clit immediately. He noticed you were looking at him and he slapped your thighs, that’s when he remembered that he wanted you to look at the screen.

You could see the comments from here, a lot of them were saying how lucky you are to have him on his knees for you but there were also comments talking how they wanted to be him, they liked you. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good!” You found yourself shouting out as Harry took your clit between his lips and lightly sucked.

Harry still had his hands on your thighs from when you tried to press them together and his thumbs were rubbing your skin softly, soothing you as he fucking devoured you. If you knew he was going to be this good, you would’ve fucked him sooner.

You dropped your head back onto the bed and Harry should’ve gotten up and told you to look into the camera again but he just couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. If you were a drug, Harry wouldn’t even be ashamed to admit that he was addicted, he’d be proud to let everyone know just how good you taste.

He stopped sucking on your clit and then lightly kissed it, not giving you any time to get frustrated that he had stopped as he pushed his middle finger into you. Harry shifted to the side a little bit so the people in the livestream would be able to see, of course he would do this in his own time and fucking enjoy it but he was still doing his job and people give more money when they have a better view.

This was not to say that Harry was doing this just for money, but the money always helped. Eventually he got a little tired of it and used his mouth again, moving his tongue in all the right ways. Harry had pushed another finger into you and curled them, hitting that spot that would make anyone go wild.

Harry felt you tighten around his fingers and he pulled back again, turning his face so he could see the screen of his laptop. “Gonna come already, so quick wasn’t it? Can make her come so quickly.” Your cheeks burned as you listened to his words, they were almost humiliating but also exhilarating.

Your thighs shook and you almost screamed Harry’s name as you came on his fingers, definitely the best orgasm anyone has ever given you. Harry pulled his fingers out and looked at the laptop again, shoving his fingers before moving them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

Harry pulled his fingers out and smirked. “You guys are right, I should do it with just my mouth.” Harry turned quickly and pressed his tongue against your clit. It felt good but it was overbearing at the same time since you had just come and you were hypersensitive.

The thought of you being sensitive and coming too quickly didn’t bother him, in fact it excited him more, being so good that you come fast. You grabbed onto his curls and pushed his face further in-between your thighs but he didn’t mind, it just meant he was doing a good job.

Honestly, no one was telling Harry to make you come again with just his mouth…in fact they were talking about you sucking him off but he wanted to make you come one more time before that was even put on the table as an option.

You were already grinding against Harry’s tongue and he was enjoying every minute of it, he just wanted you to feel as good as possible. His newly painted black fingernails dug into your thighs as they shook by his head, squeezing tight around his ears.

You were coming again when he took your clit into his mouth and lightly grazed his teeth against it, surprising him a little but he wasn’t disappointed because you came even quicker then he thought you would.

When he pulled his face back from between your thighs for what felt like the hundredth time, you pulled his hair up so he would stop. “Need some time to breathe Harry, fuck.” Harry stood up and towered over you as you laid on the bed before him.

Harry hadn’t even taken his shirt off yet and he’d already made you come twice so you pointed at him. “Take it off.” You said weakly and Harry chuckled but pulled it shirt over his head anyway, letting it fall to the floor beside him. “I always like your tattoos, especially those ferns.”

Harry looked down at his fern tattoos and grinned. “Maybe I’ll let you sit on them later.” You let out a small laugh and sat up, moving forward until your legs hung off the edge of the bed. You pressed your palm against the bulge in Harry’s joggers and he grabbed your wrist. “Ask before you just touch me like that.”

Harry let go of your wrist and you immediately grabbed onto the waistband of his joggers, dragging them down his thighs. You weren’t surprised he’d had nothing else on, it was obvious when he became hard.

Harry grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, obviously about to tell you how disappointed he was but all you did was smile. “You’re so pretty, Harry. Been wanting to get my mouth on you since I first saw you.”

Harry stuttered a little before speaking. “You don’t get to say that after disobeying me.” He pulled you up onto your feet and switched places with you, propping himself up on his elbows as he laid on his bed sheets. “If you’ve been thinking about doing it that long then I expect this to be good, are you going to disappoint me?”

“No. N-no sir.”

“Sir? Hm, I don’t mind that. Come here then, do what you said you’ve been wanting to do.” You laid on your stomach between Harry’s legs and he sat up. “Want a real view of this.”

You didn’t have the patience to tease him so you just took his tip into your mouth and dragged your tongue along his slit. Harry groaned and rested his hand on the back of your head but he didn’t push your head.

You moved down until you were about halfway and Harry gritted his teeth. “Know you can do better than that, baby.” You pulled off for some air and then went back down, moving your mouth as far as you could and doing it for as long as you could before you had to pull off and catch your breath. “Too much for you?” Harry teased and you glared at him as you coughed a bit. “Maybe it’s time for you to get on your favourite tattoos, c’mere.”

You got up onto your knees in between Harry’s thighs and he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him. You moved so that your thighs were beside his hips and sat in his lap, his hard cock pressing against your ass. “C’mon baby, wanna make you come again.”

You lifted your hips up and Harry grabbed his cock, pressing the tip against your clit and then dragging it down to your entrance. “You want a condom?” He whispered.

“Birth control.” You moved your hips down a little until Harry’s tip was in you and he grabbed your face, bringing you down for a kiss. You slowly moved down, Harry’s grip on your face tightening the more you got closer to having him fully buried in you.

Once you were fully sitting on Harry, his hands slid down your body until he got to your thighs (not without giving your tits a quick squeeze though). “You know, a lot of people watching are dying to be me right now and fuck…I understand why.” It sounded like he was struggling to get his words out as you grinded on him to get used to having him in you before you properly rode him.

Your clit kept rubbing against the little happy trail that Harry had and fuck did it feel good, you couldn’t get enough of it. Harry watched as you desperately moved your hips against him and then his eyes moved to his laptop screen, squinting as he tried to read the little comments. They wanted him to take a bit more control.

Harry grabbed onto your hips and lifted you up slightly, surprising you as you grabbed onto his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall. Harry quickly started to pound his hips up against you and your head fell forward, your head resting in his neck. Harry wrapped his arms around you and held you close, whispering sweet little things as he fucked you hard.

You wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck as he moved forward, moving you both so that you were on your back and he was over you since there was enough space on the bed to do that. Harry’s hips slowed for a little so he could get some energy back and continue to fuck you in the way that made your eyes roll back and tits bounce perfectly for him.

When Harry started to relentlessly and mercilessly fuck into you again, you reached up and lightly wrapped your hand around his throat. His eyes widened a little but he didn’t stop you, he kinda liked the feeling of your hand squeezing his throat.

Harry grabbed your right leg and put it over his shoulder, the new angle hitting a spot that you feel like could make you come in mere seconds. Harry lifted your other leg up onto his shoulder and you felt go of his neck, too tired to hold your arm up.

Harry looked up at the laptop screen in front of him and grinned, honestly he kinda forgot he was doing his usual live stream, he was too focused on fucking you so good that you have to beg him to stop because its too much.

Harry reached down and rubbed your clit whilst still looking up at the laptop, most of the comments saying they would love to get fucked like that and that they liked how focused he was on your pleasure.

You suddenly tightened around Harry and he immediately looked down at you. “You take it like a whore, so good. Y’gonna come on my cock, yeah?” You trembled beneath Harry as you came for the third time that night, it felt like your clit was throbbing.

Harry didn’t let up as he kept his fast pace and finger circling your clit. “Harry! Oh my god!” You cried out as he kept doing the most he could to make you come again, like he said the night before when you were watching, he wanted to fuck you hard and make you come over and over again until all you could do was scream his name.

Your legs started to shake again and Harry bit his lip, still rubbing your clit. You came again and Harry finally took his fingers away from your clit but he kept pounding into you, the amount of stamina he had was great and overwhelming at the same time.

You reached up and grabbed onto his curls, gripping them tight to stop yourself from pushing his body away from you. “Harry, it’s too much I can’t-“ Your words were stopped by an almost scream from you as one of his thrusts was so fucking good and you couldn’t take it.

“It’s alright, hold on…” Harry slowed his thrusts and then pulled out, immediately wrapping his hand around his cock and moving his hand. “Your stomach? Can I come on your stomach?”

“Yeah…” Harry almost fell forward as he came but his hand landed next to your shoulder and he was moaning above you as his cum landed on your stomach. “I love you…” Harry whispered, just loud enough for you to hear and you smiled up at him.

Harry reached forward and just ended the live stream, wanting to just be with you without the camera on you. “We should’ve done that sooner.” Harry joked and fell on the bed next to you.

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Hi I just wanted to say I just found your pegging fic and then I went through your masterlist and I love all of your writing so much

thank you, this is so sweet. its always nice to know that people are still enjoying my work <3

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could u review this harry one shot i wrote for my friend? i’ve written smut like once or twice before

i don’t think im good enough to review a fic but yeah, i’ll do my best

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i need a volunteer

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction

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Omg pls write about pegging H I think about it so often I just know he’d absolutely love it. Maybe that’s when he notices the reader has a bit of a dom side and he’s actually super excited to let the reader explore that side of them

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Harry started to kind of guess that you liked to be in control when you were riding him and you just...put your hand around his neck and called him a good boy for making you feel so good. He didn’t know if you even realised you did it but he came faster than he ever had when you were riding him.

Then another time you called him a brat when he wouldn’t stay still and he froze up and gripped your hand because he didn’t expect it but he fucking loved it.

The last straw for him was when he was cleaning your guys’ room and he found a box, it had a few different butt plugs and he knew that this definitely wasn’t something he bought or ever used on you and he’d never seen it before so he slammed the box shut and had a talk with himself about discussing...control in the bedroom with you.

There was actually this other time where you made him beg to eat you out...and he did it of course. He wondered how far you would go with this without him mentioning it and he knew at some point he’d have to talk to you about it because he needed you to know that you can do it without embarrassment or being scared of it.

Tonight, he woke up sweating and he realised he’d been having a dream about you taking control of him and he’d been grinding against you in his sleep. To his surprise, you spoke up. “Were you dreaming, baby?” You asked him quietly.

You had your back turned to him and he was still pressed against you. “Y-yeah...I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You pressed back against him and he whimpered, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

“What were you dreaming about?” He tried to distract you so that you forgot you asked so he started to grind his hips against you. “Are you too embarrassed to tell me, handsome?”

Harry reached over you and rested his hand on your stomach. “Can I touch you?” You moved his hand down to the underwear you were wearing to bed and he hitched his breath. “I can?”

“Yes, Harry.” He slipped his hand into your underwear and got your wetness onto his fingers. He used his free hand to lift your thigh up and onto his hip behind you, he needed to make sure he could get his fingers as deep as he could.

Harry slipped his middle and ring finger into you, rolling his hips against you as he felt how wet you were. Harry kept thinking ‘did I do this?’, god he hoped he made you like this.

Harry fucked his fingers in and out of you slowly, grinding his hips against your ass a bit harder and moaned a bit when you pushed your ass back against him. His skin felt like it was burning as you started to talk.

“Does that feel good, handsome? You like getting yourself off without me even touching you like a slut?” Harry grinded his hips faster and moaned out, thrusting his fingers into you fast. “Are you going to come?” You asked him.

“Y-yeah- fuck...” You moved away from him and he grabbed your arm. “Hold on, wait!” You pulled his hand out of your underwear and he shuffled closer towards you. “Did you have to do that?” He complained to you, he was still hard and the fact that you just did that was making it very hard for him right now.

He tried to grab your hand but you moved away. “You’re not getting anything unless you tell me what you were dreaming about.” You reached up to brush the tips of your fingers along Harry’s cheek and he shivered at the feeling of your touch, you just made him feel good no matter what. “I’m someone you can open with, I promise.”

He gulped and cleared his throat, he knew that you probably wouldn’t make fun of him but it was just the fact that were was a possibility that made him hesitant. “It’s just, ugh...I don’t know. I um, I don’t remember what I was dreaming about.” Harry had hoped in the back of his head that you would believe him but he was a bad liar when it came to you.

You could tell he was lying but the hesitation in his voice, the fact that he couldn’t make eye contact with you, his cheeks had turned very red and it was just a poor excuse. You put your finger under his chin and tilted his head up so he was looking at you. “If you lie, it’ll only make everything worse.” He quickly made eye contact and then looked away again.

“I had a dream about you.” You raised your eyebrows and he knew he was forced to continue. “So I had a dream about you. In the dream, we did some stuff and you...had me tied up and stuff.” You gave him a smile with teeth and all and he looked confused. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. You want me to do that, Harry? You want me to tie you up? You want me to use you?” You watched as Harry’s skin flushed and he looked away from you, you had your answer. “You definitely should have told me this sooner, handsome. I would’ve been treating you so good this whole time.” You moved on top of him and he took a deep breath. “But since you’ve been hiding this, I can’t treat you good.”

“You can’t?” He asked, he was so...focused on what was happening right now, this felt so surreal. “I was just nervous about it. I’m sorry.” You placed your hand on his chest and he looked up at you with an innocent look and a bat of his pretty eyelashes. “I’m sorry.”

Your hand moved to the left slightly and you pinched his nipple, you really just wanted to get a reaction from him and it worked. Harry whimpered at the feeling and begged for more, he wanted to be touched by you so bad. “More? You want more?” You teased and he nodded. “Beg for it then.”

“Y-yeah, okay. Please touch me, I want you so bad. Want to make you feel good and I want you to make me feel good. Please.” You leaned down and took his nipple into your mouth, sucking just enough to get him squirming underneath you. “Shit. That feels good, angel. Please touch me.”

You moved your hips against him and he moaned out your name in pleasure. You kissed down his chest and he gripped the bed sheets in anticipation. He already knew this was going to be even better than the dream that got him into this situation but the dream was still so fucking good.

Harrys chest was moving rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, his long slender fingers so tempted to touch you as he watched you make your way down his body but he thought that you would stop so he kept his hands at his sides, gripping the bedsheets the same way he would grip you.

You moved off of Harry’s lap and he frowned, he loved it when you were on top, he liked the view. But, Harry bit his bottom lip when you moved his boxers off of him and gave him a captivating smile. Fuck, he wanted you so bad. “Tell me when you’re going to come.” Is what brought him out of his thoughts because he didn’t expect it.

“I will.” He responded, dropping his head back onto the pillow when you wrapped your fingers around his cock and moved your hand slowly, squeezing slightly when you got to his tip.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” You complimented him and his chest flushed red, although he loved being degraded he loved praising just that tiny bit more. He loved to be loved. “I love it when you’re about to come, you always look so good then. All sweaty and desperate.” Harry accepted your praise with a moan of your name.

“You can pull my hair if you want.” You said and then moved your head down, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking softly. Harry took you up on your offer and pushed your hair back from your hair, squeezing it into a ponytail in his fist so that he could see your face.

You pulled your mouth off of him and moved your hand faster, watching as his mouth dropped open and he let out a few moans. “Angel, can you use your mouth please?”

“Use my mouth? Okay.” Harry smiled and you leaned towards him, kissing his lips. Although, this was not what he meant by using your mouth, he wasn’t going to stop you from kissing him.

You squeezed the base of his cock and he moaned against your lips, moving his hand from your hair down to your ass and he gave it a squeeze. “You’re getting confident.” You mumbled and he chuckled, pulling back from your mouth and looking down at your hand.

His hips bucked into your hand as he watched you jerk him, unbelievably turned on by the sight and so desperate for even more. Harry’d normally had more control in these kinds of situations but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy this, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like to be the one getting cared for.

“Please…” Harry begged as he watched you move your hand at a slow pace, wanting so bad to just use his own hand and get himself off but he really didn’t want to ruin this at the same time so he didn’t do anything.

Your other hand came up to Harry’s face and he looked up at you, begging and pleading. “Be quiet.” Harry whined and dropped his head back onto the pillow, reaching up and tugging on the ends of his hair in frustration. Harry huffed and and begged some more, ignoring what you’d told him.

“Please. Please, angel…m’ getting close.” You took your hand away from him and Harry sat up immediately, his hand reaching out to grab yours in a state of utter desperation. “No, don’t do that to me.”

You pushed him back down onto the bed and he pouted. “I will do that and you’re going to deal with it, aren’t you?” You waited for his response and he looked off to the side in silence. You grabbed Harry’s chin and forced him to look at your face. “You’re going to deal with it, aren’t you?”

“…yeah.” He said hesitantly, definitely a lie but you weren’t feeling like focusing on it right now. “I-I’ll be good, a good boy.” You moved back onto his lap and he pushed his hips up against you.

“You said you’d be a good boy.” You wrapped your hand around his throat and he grabbed onto your hips. “You’re a liar.” Harry shook his head even though he knew you were right, but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of being right. “I’m going to ignore that you’re acting like this right now and I’m going to get on your face and you’re going to make me feel so good so that I’ll consider even letting you come.”

“W- oh okay.” He said as you moved your way up from his lap to above his face and just out of reach if he stretched his neck. You reached down and moved your underwear to the side, Harry’s eyes moving from your face to down your body and he grabbed onto your ass with both his hands and pulled you onto his mouth.

You pressed your hand against the wall to balance yourself as Harry suddenly flicked his tongue against you, holding your ass tight in his large hands. You’d only sat on Harry’s face like one time before but he couldn’t stop talking about how much he liked it and how he wanted to do it again so you figured you’d do it now.

Harry’s hair was splayed out on the pillow and his slight stubble was burning your thighs as he shook his head slightly, his tongue moving quickly on your clit. You reached down to tug a little on said hair and Harry groaned, moving his tongue into you and thrusting it in and out.

You threw your head back and Harry slapped your ass unexpectedly, you quickly looked down at him and he raised his eyebrows in a way to kind of say he really just had to do that. There was no way you weren’t going to edge him now but he didn’t know that as he used his mouth beneath you in the hopes that you’d let him come.

Harry’s right hand moved up your back and then around your body until it was on top of your breast, using his thumb and index finger to pinch your nipple. You moaned a little and Harry’s hips bucked up at the sound, the noises you made always made him go feral.

You looked down into Harry’s eyes and his hand moved up once again, stopping at your mouth to try and slip his fingers between your lips. You grabbed his hand and parted your lips, taking two of his fingers into your mouth and moving your tongue along them.

Harry slid his left hand down from your ass to his cock and wrapped his hand around it, slowly moving up and down. You were too busy with his fingers in your mouth and his tongue on you to realise what he was doing behind you. He knew that if you knew what he was doing, you wouldn’t be happy at all so he was doing his best to avoid letting you find out.

You ground yourself against Harry’s tongue and moaned out his name. “So good, fuck.” Still unknown to you, Harry’s hand sped up behind your back as you got louder and louder with your moans, the sounds spurring him on.

You gave one more tug on Harry’s hair and his eyes widened as he accidentally came from the feeling, coating your back and his hand. You jumped at the feeling and turned your head around, seeing what Harry was doing and moving off of his face. “Come back, I’m sorry.” He begged.

“No, you don’t fucking deserve it. But since you think you can just come anytime you please, I’m going to make you come over and over again until you can’t take it anymore.” You got between Harry’s legs and quickly leaned down to take his tip into your mouth. Harry immediately sat up, jolting up at the feeling of even more stimulation when he was already sensitive.

Harry couldn’t help it as he started to get hard again at the sight of his cock between your lips. “Angel…” Harry’s head tipped back and he let out a breath of air as you dragged your tongue along his slit.

Harry’s lips were parted and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut as his breathing pattern became more erratic and uneven. His tongue came out to lick at his dry lips and he looked back down at you, brows furrowed together in pleasure.

You stared up at Harry’s face and his reactions as his cock grew harder in your mouth, you waited until he fully hard to start moving. You did your best to breathe through your nose as you tried to move your mouth as far down as you could get it, only stopping when Harry’s tip hit the back of your throat.

You moved your mouth back up to the tip and Harry fell onto his back, no longer having the energy to keep himself up even though he wanted to watch you so badly. You pulled your mouth off of him and he whined in annoyance. “Look at me.”

Harry lifted his head up and his eyes were almost closed as he stared down at you. “I know how much you’ve wanted this.” Harry suddenly had a burst of energy as you pressed your breasts together around his cock. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah! This is what I want.” He bucked his hips up and checked your reaction, when he found somewhat of an approving look and did it again. Harry sat up once again and grabbed your face, pulling you in for a kiss as he did his best to move his hips.

The position was making him tired and he pulled back, trying to figure out a solution to this problem. You took control of the situation and started to move yourself up and down a bit, dragging your breasts along the sides of his cock.

Harry felt his orgasm approaching already and because of how sensitive he was, he couldn’t stop himself as he came onto your chest. His back arched a little and he moaned out your name, his hair falling into his face as he tilted it forward.

You moved Harry’s hair out of his face and his eyes looked down at your chest, mouth gaped open at the sight of his cum on you. “Can you do two more?” You asked him.

“Two? I don’t know…can you give me a little break before, please?” You nodded and he smiled. You stood up and he huffed in annoyance as you walked away to grab a tissue to wipe the cum off of your chest. “Why’re you doing that? You look perfect.”

“It doesn’t feel nice though.” You threw the tissue away and walked back to the bed, jumping a little when Harry wrapped his arms around you and rested his cheek against your skin. “Are you tired?”

“A little, but I’m fine to keep going.” You reached down and twisted his hair between your fingers, his arms squeezing around you tighter. You felt Harry start to leave wet kisses up your body. “I’m just trying to get myself ready for you again.”

Harry worked his way up to your neck and you grabbed onto his shoulders when his fingers ran through your wetness and you felt his cock pressing against your thigh. “You feel hard enough.” You pushed him back and he fell onto his back on the bed.

“You’re no fun.” You opened one of the drawers at the side of the bed and Harry’s eyebrows almost touched his hairline as he recognised the drawer. “Oh…” You pulled out the wand vibrator in the drawer and he sat up. “You’re using that?”

You grinned and looked at him. “Yeah, have you got a problem?” He shook his head and you turned the vibrator on to a low setting. “I’m going to put the blindfold on you, okay?” You grabbed the fabric out of the drawer and walked over to him.

Harry stopped you before you could get the blindfold on. “One more kiss?” You leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the lips but his hand moved to the back of your head and kept the kiss going. You moved your hand to his neck and gave a small squeeze and he pulled back immediately in surprise. “Sorry.” He quickly apologised.

You moved the blindfold over Harry’s eyes and he reached out to grab onto you. You picked up the vibrator and his breath hitched when he heard the buzzing get closer to him. His hands slid down to rest on the side of your thighs and you pressed the vibrator against his inner thigh, his muscles tensing when he felt the feeling of the low vibrations on him.

The blindfold was making everything you did to Harry 10x more effective and he loved it, he loved that you had all the control right now. You moved the vibrator up his thigh and he dug his nails into your skin slightly, waiting for when you got to just where he wanted you.

You moved the vibrator past his cock and skimmed it along his v-line and Harry tried to huff quietly. You grabbed Harry’s hair and pulled it back, moving your mouth next to his ear. “Something wrong?”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Harry apologised and you pressed the vibrator against the side of his cock. “Ah, fuck…” He moaned out and rested his forehead on your stomach. “I love you.”

“I know, I love you too.” Harry whimpered and moaned when you moved the vibrator up to his tip.

“I- I can’t last long like this.” Harry confessed as you started to kiss up his neck, up to his jawline. “Fuck me…” Harry’s thighs shook and his stomach tensed as he came again, crying out your name.

You moved the blindfold off his eyes and noticed a tear threatening to make its way down his cheek so you wiped it away with your thumb. “Do you still want to keep going?” You asked him sincerely, the fact that he was crying worried you a bit.

Harry smiled at you and took your hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m only crying cause it’s good, I promise. I love you.” You turned the vibrator off and kissed his forehead. “So, just one more?”

“Just one more. Do you want me to ride you or do you want another position?” Harry pushed back his hair and looked up at you, his skin had a slight sheen from the sweat. His curls more messy and out of control from thrashing his head around and his hair constantly being pulled but the look he had right now made you want to fuck him more than ever.

His tongue came out to wet his pink lips as he thought about his answer, he wanted this to be the perfect end to a perfect night so he had to choose something good. “Oh, uh…doggy?” Harry seemed unsure of his answer, he was so undecided. “Or we could do something else…I really don’t know.”

“Let’s just go with your first answer. Get on your knees on the bed.” Harry’s face and chest flushed as he moved to his knees on the bed and you got in front of him, your chest pressed against the bed and your ass up for him.

Harry swallowed and looked down, he wasn’t fully hard yet and he wanted to be before he fucked you. “Just…just give me a few seconds.” Harry reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead before grabbing his cock, fucking his hand and looking at your body to get himself hard enough for you.

Once he was done, he rose up on his knees and got behind you, one hand resting on your ass and the other grabbing his cock to position himself. Harry pushed into you slowly and almost fell forward at the feeling of finally being in you.

You purposely clenched around Harry and he groaned, hoping not to come too soon as he didn’t want to embarrass himself and he also wanted to make you come. He moved his hand up so that both his hands were on your ass now and he made a bold move, he lifted his hand up and he brought it back down onto your ass.

You gasped at the feeling and turned your head to look at him, he was bright red and his mouth was gaped open like he was surprised at himself for doing that. “Harry, fuck me right now before I change my mind.”

Harry pulled his hips back and pressed them against your ass, trying to keep a little more of a slower pace than usual so he didn’t accidentally come too soon and he could control himself like this. But, he also knew that he still wouldn’t last too long so he reached around your body and pressed his middle finger against your clit, rubbing little circles in the hopes he could get you to come.

You moaned and pushed your ass back against Harry, he had to grab onto your hips to make sure you didn’t do that because he knew that if you started to take control again he’d definitely be coming before you. “Faster.” You told him and he had no choice but to obey, he didn’t want to disappoint.

Harry moved his hips a little faster and moved his finger faster too, watching as you grabbed onto the bed sheets beneath you. “Please come, angel.” He begged you and Harry really hoped you were about to come because he was pretty sure he was ready to come and he couldn’t hold it back much longer.

He sighed in relief when you came on his cock, finally able to let himself go and fall on top of you, pressing you down onto the bed. “Harry, you know you’ve gained muscle, you’re a little heavy.” Harry huffed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pulling out of you, a little glad that the overstimulation was now over. “I want to try something.”

Harry shook his head immediately. “I really don’t think I can go again-“

“No no, I don’t want to do that. Just give me a minute.”

“Can I clean you up?” Harry asked and you gave him an approving noise. He leaned forward and moved his tongue over your entrance, licking the cum away for you.

Harry took this as the perfect opportunity to finally have you finish on his tongue tonight and his lips moved up to your clit, he took it between his lips and sucked. You moaned at the feeling, not really surprised that he’d done this, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation.

He kept sucking until you came and then he cleaned you up again, finally pulling back after. “Sorry.” You turned around onto your back and shrugged your shoulders at him in a way of saying you didn’t really care too much. “Now, your surprise. By the way, you don’t have to do this.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised as he tried to think about what you could be bringing him, but as he watched you get closer to the place he found the box with the plugs in them…he knew. But he was going to act surprised for you and eager, he didn’t really have to fake the eagerness though.

You came back to the bed and placed the box in between you two, patting the lid and looking up at Harry. “Um, I bought these like last week. I probably should have asked you about it first but I didn’t so…” You took the lid off the box and Harry peered in with a smile.

Harry took one of the more regular sized butt plugs into his hand and looked at you, you were expecting a ‘no’ from him but at this moment the word no had not crossed his mind at all. “I wanna try it.” He picked up the small bottle of lube that was also in the box and held them out for you.

You took them from him and put the plug back in the box, grabbing a smaller one. “We have to start slow, I don’t want this to be painful for you. Um, lie back?” Harry laid back on the bed and spread his legs, a slight nervous look in his eyes as he fidgeted with the bed sheets. “We don’t have to.” Harry gave you a look to say he was fine and you ran your tongue along the top of his teeth.

With your available hand you bent his legs at the knees so his feet were on the bed and you put the plug down. “Okay, I’ve got to get you ready for it.” You grabbed the lube and put some on two of your fingers, swallowing as you spread it around his hole.

Harry jumped a little at the unfamiliar feeling and started to get butterflies in his stomach at the thought of all the new things you two could do. “Angel, please please please.” Harry begged as you kept circling your fingers. “I need it.”

“Have you ever done this to yourself? Has anyone else done this to you?” You asked him and he shook his head, but god did he think about it though. It was one of the details he left out when he told you about his dream. His dream wasn’t just being tied up…there was also things like pegging.

“Just you, I promise.” You leaned over Harry’s body to give him a kiss as you slowly pushed a finger into him, giving him some time to adjust. Harry gasped against your lips and moved his hands to your cheeks, stopping you from breaking the kiss.

Once you couldn’t move your finger in anymore you stopped and gave him some time, just letting him get used to the feeling. “Y’alright, baby?” He mumbled a little ‘yeah’ against your lips and you cautiously moved your finger back and then pushed your finger back in.

“I’m fine, please you can go faster.” As you started to move your finger at a slightly faster pace, Harry was the one who pulled back from the kiss to lay his head on the bed and try to catch his breath. “Can you curl yo-“ You curled your finger upwards as soon as Harry said the word curl and he choked on his words. “Oh, angel…”

“Think you can take another?” Harry said yes about three times in response and you slowly added another finger in, making sure they were both curled. Harry’s hands turned into fists and he dug his nails into his skin, barely able to contain himself at the new feel of your fingers in him.

You scissored your fingers slightly to try and stretch him out, prep him for the plug. You looked Harry’s face to see him with his hands gripping the roots of his hair and his eyes rolled back and when you sped your fingers up a bit, he moaned out your name. “I…I think I’m gonna come again.”

You grabbed his cock and moved your hand at a slow pace, doing your best not to overwhelm him. Harry’s thighs pressed together and his stomach tightened as he came over your hand and chest. “Um, do you want me to put it in now?” Harry let go of his hair and nodded his head with a grin at your words.

You let go of his cock and he parted his thighs. You didn’t move your hand as you stared at it, trying to figure what to do with it so you were obviously startled when Harry grabbed your hand and started to suck it clean. “You’re such a good boy.”

Harry’s eyes moved to the butt plug and you grabbed it, shifting onto your knees between Harry’s thighs. Harry pulled his mouth off of your fingers and sat up, watching your hands. “Please put it in.” He begged without an ounce of shame to his tone.

You quickly put some lube on the butt plug and slowly moved it into him, Harry grabbed onto your arm as he looked down and watched you. Once the plug was fully inside, Harry fell back against the bed and sighed. “That was…the best thing we’ve ever done. All of it. So, can I make you come now?”

You chuckled softly and laid down on the bed next to him. “That’s your choice.” Harry rolled onto his side and rested his cheek on your shoulder, looking down as his hand moved between your thighs.

He pushed your thighs apart and moved his middle and ring finger into you slowly, pausing to take in a breath. “Did doing that make you this wet?” Harry whispered and pressed the heel of his hand against your clit as he started to move his fingers. He wanted to give you as much stimulation as he could right now so he shuffled down the bed a bit and sucked your nipple in his mouth.

Harry kept doing the most until you came for the last time this night and started to doze off on your shoulder. “Harry, you need to wash your hands and I need to pee.” Harry huffed and just laid his arm over your stomach. “What happened to my good boy, hm?”

“You tired him out.” He cheekily replied and you pushed him off of you, slowly getting up and trying to walk to the bathroom on legs that were not aiming to support you right now as they shook. “Angel, you’ll fall.” You looked back at Harry on the bed and he sighed, walking over to you and you grabbed onto his arm. “Lets go then…”

You patted his cheek and smiled. “Good boy.”

It’d been about three weeks and you’d gradually being using bigger plugs on Harry to get him ready but now you mutually agreed that he could take it. Tonight was the night and Harry couldn’t wait, he’d been waiting already for too long.

You’d made him wear his plug to the studio today and every-time he sat down he was constantly shifting about, although he was more used to the feeling of having the plug in now, it still felt strange.

When Harry arrived home he found you in the bedroom with nothing on and he almost immediately dropped to his knees. His eyes dragged over you over and over again and he was thankful he’d worn more baggy trousers today. “Angel this is…woah.” Harry gasped as you spread your legs.

“Get on the bed.” You demanded as you stood up, your steady gaze following him as he stripped off and sat in the middle of the bed. “Going to try something new.” Harry bit his bottom lip as you sat yourself on the tiger tattoo on his thigh. “Couldn’t stop thinking about this morning.”

This morning…Harry had given you some amazing morning head as a way to thank you for the past few weeks before heading to work. He’d be saying utter bullshit if he told you it had plagued his mind as he tried to focus on writing some song lyrics. This morning had prompted him to write quite an explicit song and he’d thought it’d be a good one just to keep between you and him.

As you started to grind against his thigh, Harry’s need for you started to grow and it showed in the way Harry’s cock leaked against his stomach as he watched you. “Can I touch you?”

“Since today’s a special day, I’ll let you.” He reached out and lightly touched your skin with his fingertips, moving his fingers down your body as if to feel all of you. He reached your lower stomach and Harry flexed his thigh, grinning at the moan you unintentionally let out for him.

It was your turn to touch him as you reached out and splayed your hand on his neck, lightly digging into the skin. “Oh.” Harry all but squeaked as he swallowed, somehow feeling even more turned on by what you’d chosen to do. “Harder please.” You pressed your fingernails into Harry’s skin and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Feels good.”

“You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you?” You teased him and he nodded. “I’ll take such good care of you and don’t worry…” You leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “It’s not my first time.” Harry started to frown at the thought of you doing this to someone else, albeit this thought was selfish and jealous he couldn’t help it.

You felt the way Harry tensed up and you raised your eyebrows. “Aw are you jealous? Don’t worry about them, I don’t even think about them anyway. Only think about you and your pretty body.”

Your hips had stopped while having a conversation with him but now you’d started up again on his thigh, getting it so wet. Harry moved his leg up a bit against you and the moan that you let out made his cock twitch. “Please angel, I need you to come.” Harry hated to be selfish but he was starting to hurt as he watched you get off without giving him any pleasure.

Harry grabbed onto your hips and helped you move faster, keeping his thigh flexed so you could get more friction. “Y’need to come.” He muttered, pressing his thumb against your clit to help you out, even if it was just that bit more.

When your hips started to slow down and you panted more, Harry almost cried in relief but instead he opted to rest his forehead on your shoulder as you soaked his tiger tattoo. “Lie back.” You told him and Harry obeyed immediately, eager to get started.

You moved off of Harry’s thigh and sat between his legs, patting his knees and he knew what you meant immediately. He bent his knees and planted his feet down on the bed, shifting a bit to get more comfortable in his position.

“I’m gonna pull the plug out.” You informed him and grabbed onto the circular end of the plug. Harry whimpered as you pulled it out slowly, making him feel empty and a little sad. “It’s alright.”

“Just want you to fuck me…” Harry parted his legs a bit more as you put the plug on a towel you’d already laid on the bed before you had started. The strap was laying beside him and he was so tempted to grab it and just tell you to put it on now but he knew that wouldn’t work out for him.

To stop himself from just touching himself to relieve this seemingly never-ending ache, Harry kept reaching out to you in the little hope he had that you’d let him touch you right now. “I know your desperate so it’s alright.” Is the sentence that almost soothed him in a way, helped him relax, he had permission.

You leaned over him a little to grab the strap-on and Harry was immediately grabbing at your breasts, moving his hands from your ribs and back over your breasts over and over again. Worshipping you. “Calm down.” You joked and Harry pouted, pulling his hands away because he thought you seriously wanted him to stop. “I didn’t say stop.”

He was going to touch you again but you’d already moved back to your position of sitting on your heels between his thighs. “Y’gonna fuck me?” Harry grinned as he rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs.

“Need to put this on first.” You got off the bed and stood at the end of the bed, slowly putting the strap on to piss Harry off. He always got worked up easily in bed and he had to grip his thighs and bite his lip so he wouldn’t say something dumb.

You reached for the lube and Harry grabbed your hand before you could. “Let me do it. I want you to use my mouth.” Harry moved down to the end of the bed and got on his knees, immediately opening up his mouth and sticking his tongue out for you.

You raised your eyebrows at his desperate behaviour and Harry grabbed onto your hips. “Didn’t know you were this desperate to be fucked.” You put the tip of the fake cock on his tongue and grabbed his chin. “You’re just a desperate slut, aren’t you?” You pushed your hips forward until the tip hit the back of Harry’s throat and he closed his mouth around it.

You reached down and caressed Harry’s cheek, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue when he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. You couldn’t bite back your smile when you quickly slapped his face and his eyes snapped open, digging his nails into the skin of your hips.

You pulled your hips back until only the tip of the strap-on was left in Harry’s mouth and then started to use his mouth, just like he wanted and asked for. You were a little more forgiving though, knowing the dull pain that would linger in the back of his throat so you kept it short. You only used his mouth for a little and then pulled your hips back until the whole thing came out his mouth.

Harry’s back hunched and he covered his mouth with his arm as he coughed. “Fucking hell…didn’t expect that.” He said in a slightly joking tone but he really thought you were going to be a bit more loving when you brought your hand to his cheek but you actually ended up giving him a light slap.

“On your back.” Harry moved back into his position he was in before, on his back with his knees bent and his feet on the bed, legs spread too. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Angel, I’m fine. I don’t need anything else, I’m ready.” You crawled toward Harry on the bed and once again sat on your heels between his legs. “Just take it slow at first.”

“Of course, we’re doing whatever you’re comfortable with because this is all about you.” You leaned over his body and rested your hands on either side of his head. “I’m going to start slow.”

You moved onto your elbows because it was a bit easier than supporting your weight on your hands and moved one hand down his body, dragging it over his skin. You lifted your hand up before you got to Harry’s cock and lightly brushed your palm against the tip, making Harry hiss.

You grabbed the lube you had abandoned before and tried to open it with one hand, which took you a few tries but you got it eventually, and spread some of it around his hole so it would be easier to push in. “Harry, are you s-“

Harrys hand came up to cover your mouth. “Angel, stop it. I’m so sure. I love you, okay? I would tell you if I didn’t want this, stop worrying. Now put it in.” You looked down and grabbed the strap-on, positioning it and then pushing in the tip.

“Does that feel alright?” You asked Harry in a concerning voice and he just smiled, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. You pushed about 2 inches more and Harry gasped against your lips, gripping your hair instead of holding your cheeks.

“Put it all in.” Harry begged. You slowly pushed the rest of the strap-on in and Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Fuck…mommy.” He moaned and you froze, the name was…unexpected. Harry’s eyes flew open and he started rambling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It was heat of the moment, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“It’s fine, if that’s what you like, it’s fine. You want to call me mommy, Harry?” Harry nodded and his eyes were brimmed with tears, he just wanted you to fuck him mostly. “Then you can.” You pulled your hips back slowly then pushed in again, making Harry whimper.

Your hips pressed against the back of Harry’s thighs and his jaw dropped, all he could feel was pleasure at this point. “Please, mommy.” Harry begged, tears threatening to leave his tear ducts and run down his cheeks.

You started a slow and steady pace and Harry reached up to hold your breasts as you moved, needing something to occupy his hands. “Angel, can you…put your hand around my throat.” You happily complied, putting your hand around Harry’s throat and applying a light pressure.

You picked up the pace and Harry cried out, tears finally slipping from the corners of his eyes and sliding down the sides of his face into his hair. “So good, mommy.” Harry couldn’t resist anymore as he reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking slowly since he didn’t want to come too soon.

“That’s it, good boy.” You praised Harry and he whimpered, praising was always going to be his all-time favourite. Harry never knew something could feel so good, fuck…he felt like he was going to come already. Harry held back though, he wanted you to keep going, wanted you to fuck him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

But, Harry’s own body gave him away. You could tell he was holding back by the way his thighs shook and he was biting his lip extra hard. “I want you to be a good little slut for mommy and come for me.” Harry literally came right there on the spot.

His cum leaked from his tip and he couldn’t hold back his moans as you fucked him through it, it felt like he was coming forever. You fucked him through it and watched his face, always pretty. “Stop, can’t take anymore.”

Your hips stopped immediately and Harry let go of his cock, resting his clean shaky hand on your cheek and he stroked your cheek with your thumb. “Thank you. F’not judging me, fuck I love you so much.”

“‘Course, would never judge my good boy.” You replied and Harry gave a shy smile in response.

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princehairsupremacy · 3 years

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there, i finally posted it.

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