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honey dove*

Harry has finally made Daisy his sunshine girl, but not everything is as sweet as can be.

70s!harry and virgin!fmc | Content warnings: outdated views on the LGBTQ+ community (including a coming out scene), drugs, a smidge of angst that's quickly resolved, smut! (losing virginity, dirty talk)

Word count: 6.3k

Part one | Part two | Series masterlist

Daisy is ready to lose her virginity.

It just so happens that everything around her went to shit last week, so the odds of it happening anytime soon are pretty much slim to none. And she's frustrated.

She knows she's being selfish, but can you blame her? She's officially going steady with the guy of her dreams, the one she's been drooling over for years, assuming she had zero chance with him since 1973.

She's so happy — she adores Harry and it seems like the feeling's mutual if his constant kisses and compliments are anything to go off of. Two days ago, on Daisy's day off from the record store, he popped by her apartment with a bouquet of sunflowers (her favorites) before he headed into work. She wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but she had to settle for a few dopey, lovesick kisses in an effort not to make him late.

And although it's been a week since Harry asked if she would be his girl (she's still swooning over it), it's also been a week since Willow spoke to either of them.

If Daisy hadn't seen what she did at the party, she would be more confused about why Willow seemed to be hiding out from them. She feels guilty that Harry is all but ripping his hair out every day, assuming she's giving them the cold shoulder because of their newfound relationship, but Daisy refuses to reveal such an impactful secret to him. She knows it's not her place so instead, every time her and Harry hang out, she tries her best to comfort or distract him.

On Monday night, they hit the drive-in movie theater to see A Star Is Born. It's usually the type of place that you go to makeout or having messy car sex, but Harry stayed slumped in the drivers seat the whole night, picking at the bag of popcorn he bought Daisy.

On Tuesday, Daisy made them dinner at her apartment and they watched a few episodes of Charlie's Angels. Harry curled up in her lap while she played with his hair, eventually falling asleep there. The following morning, she woke up to a kiss planted on her cheek and a promise to call her later tonight.

Daisy worked the closing shift on Thursday night so he met her at Sam's to walk her home. She offered for him to stay over, but he seemed eager to go home, giving a short explanation that he hadn't seen Willow in two days and was worried about her. Daisy understood that — how could she not? — but she also couldn't hide the disappointment on her face (hence Friday morning's flowers).

Daisy wakes up curled against Harry's back on Saturday morning. Rays of sunshine are streaming through his windows, basking the room is a warm glow. It's something she's always loved about San Diego after living in a near constant forecast of rain in Seattle for the first 18 years of her life.

She can feel Harry breathing, his back expanding in steady puffs of air. She wraps her form around him even tighter, wishing he could stay as peaceful as he is right now. The second he blinks his eyes open, though, she knows he'll feel Willow's absence in the apartment, and his chest will constrict with anxiety before 9 am.

Sighing, Daisy presses a chaste kiss to the shell of his ear. She contemplates slipping out to get them breakfast from Harry's favorite dinner two streets over — surely that'll be a nice thing to wake up to, and then maybe they can lounge around his room all day, ducking out onto the fire escape to share joints while they trade between disco and rock albums.

She thinks it's a nice way to spend a bright September day, and so she slowly begins to peel her body away from his, careful in ensuring she doesn't wake him up. After Harry's confession about loving when she wears his things, she chooses to keep his Fleetwood Mac shirt on and pulls on the pair of shorts she wore last night. Quietly, she tiptoes out of the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. As she's sliding her Keds on, her head snaps up when she hears the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. At another point in time, Daisy loved hearing it, knowing that Willow was on the other side. Today, her stomach bubbles in anxiety for the very same reason.

Sure enough, an exhausted looking Willow appears, slamming the door shut once she's kicked her sandals off. She snorts when she sees Daisy standing there still as a statue and brushes past her in the direction of the kitchen.

"Hey," Daisy attempts to greet, following her. "What's up? I haven't seen you in ages."

Willow shrugs her shoulders as she grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, turning to rinse it off in the sink, "Not much. You?"

She tries not to cower at the aggressive tone Willow's using, instead pushing forward. She's determined to get things back to how they used to be — she wasn't willing to lose Willow or Harry, and it hurt her to see them both in pain.

"Nothing really," Daisy replies, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "Um, Harry has been really worried about you, Will. We both have... where have you been?"

Willow rolls her eyes and bites the apple, leaning back against the kitchen counter with a bored expression on her face.

"You two are so far up each other's asses it's actually sick."

A pang of pain rushes through Daisy's body, her knees wobbling slightly at Willow's harsh words.

"That's not fair. I'm sorry if you're not happy we're dating, but we really like each other and we don't want things to change—"

"I don't give a hoot if you two are going steady, Daisy. What I care about is my brother thinking he's so much better than me because he's dating someone. He's always talking crap about no one wanting me and it's just not true, alright? Just butt out!"

"Willow, I saw you last weekend." Daisy says, her lips pressed together in a tight line. "With that girl. Reina, right? I saw you guys kissing."

Willow's eyes immediately widen but she backtracks nearly instantly, shaking her head. "You're out of your mind. You were probably too spaced out and thought you saw something you didn't."

"I wasn't. I got up at like 3 am to go get some water and I saw you two leaving your room. I watched her kiss you before she left," Daisy explains as she nervously wrings her hands out behind her, "Willow, I don't care what your sexuality is or who you're dating, I just want you to be happy—"

"You told Harry, then?" She asks with a stoic face.

"What?"

"You told him. He's your boyfriend and you told him and that's why he hasn't talked to me all week."

"Willow— I... no, of course not," Daisy shakes her head, "No, I didn't tell him. Honest. I kept it to myself... I don't think that's the kind of thing he should hear from me. He's been worried sick about you and hasn't been himself. He's desperate to talk to you."

With furrowed eyebrows, Willow chews slowly. "I've been... avoiding you both. I saw you that night. I knew you saw and I just assumed you went straight to him. I figured... it's kinda like you two against me now, y'know?"

Daisy immediately shakes her head, her heart cracking slightly at the thought that she would ever abandon Willow. She's been her rock since they met in the restaurant all those years ago, long before Harry came into the picture.

"It'll never be like that," Daisy says at she steps closer to the brunette, "He has no idea, but he's so worried, Will. He's still sleeping if you wanna talk to him one-on-one..."

Willow presses her lips into her mouth, a look of discomfort taking over her features.

"Or we can go get breakfast if you haven't eaten yet! There's no rush to tell him anything. I won't say anything. I promise."

She smiles gratefully and nods, straightening her posture. "I'll tell him today. Can we just get some flapjacks first?"

Aside from agreeing to be Harry's girl, it's the easiest yes Daisy has ever said.

. . .

When Harry wakes up, it's to the sound of giggling girls in the apartment.

He instantly recognizes the voices — they belong to his girlfriend and his sister, but he hasn't heard them chorused together in weeks. It's an immediate relief, like warm sunshine washing over his body. It means that Willow's home and maybe, just maybe, she's made up with Daisy, making him one step closer to having his little sister back in his life.

Harry fumbles as he climbs out of bed, eager to see Willow after days away from home. He pulls on a pair of pants over his briefs and ambles out of his room, past the kitchen and to the living room. Their conversation pauses and Daisy flashes him a small but hopeful smile.

"Hey," he greets, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his corduroy trousers, "You're home."

Willow nods, smiling tightly. "Yeah. Ran into Daisy this morning when I got back and we talked a little."

"Yeah?" Harry asks, eyes darting between the two girls.

"Yeah," Willow echoes, "Um, I actually... I want to talk to you too, if that's alright."

"For sure, anything you need, Will," Harry replies, a bit over-enthusiastically. Daisy nods in encouragement and stands from the couch, motioning for him to take her spot.

"Do you want me here?" Daisy asks, ever so polite. Harry smiles to himself at the question and Willow nods quickly, biting her lip. She takes a seat on the navy blue shag rug, tugging her legs underneath her body.

Willow takes a deep breath and Harry's quiet, prepared to hear whatever she wants to tell him.

"Before I say this... I just want you to know that I get it if you don't approve or if you don't want to be in my life anymore. It's been really hard for me to come to terms with and I don't think I would be telling you if Daisy hadn't caught on... not because I don't trust you, but it's just... difficult, y'know?"

"Okay," Harry nods, reaching out to gently squeeze her knee, "You know I'll never judge you, Will, you're my baby sister."

"You haven't heard what I have to say yet, though."

"Are you part of the Manson Family?"

"No."

"Then there's nothing you could say that will make me love you any less."

Willow lets out a forced chuckle and sighs, closing her eyes. "Harry, I'm gay."

"Okay."

Her eyes widen, darting between Harry and Daisy for context.

"Okay?" she repeats, a confused look on her face.

"Yeah, okay," he shrugs. "I told you, there's nothing you could tell me that will make me love you any less. I don't care who you're attracted to as long as you're happy, Will. If that's a chick, then that's far out."

"You... you're not mad?"

"Course not," Harry shakes his head. "How could I be?"

"I dunno... I just thought..."

"We love you no matter what." Daisy cuts in with a small smile.

"So you won't care if I jive with girls at the disco?"

Harry chuckles, "As long as you don't complain every time I kiss Daisy."

"I can't promise that."

. . .

Willow's ecstatic that things finally feel normal again so naturally, she suggests the only thing she ever wants to do when she's celebrating something: go to the disco.

It takes a ridiculous amount of time for them to decide on a place to go — Willow wants to hit Inferno, while Harry is pushing Studio 90 because, according to him, the music is better. (Daisy and Willow know that's just code for, "they don't play that disco.")

In between calling Warren and Reina up to invite them out, Studio 90 is vetoed and Inferno is officially decided as the place to go. Harry pretends to be annoyed by this, but in reality, he feels twinges of excitement bubble in his belly, knowing that this is his first night out with Daisy with her officially being his.

And, if he's being honest, the only thing he can think about is finally sinking into her pussy after weeks of grinding and oral.

If they weren't so set on going out, he'd suggest heading back to Daisy's so he can spend an obscene amount of time between her thighs and fuck her into her mattress. But he can see how happy she is, and he doesn't want to ditch Willow, so he stays quiet. He smiles to himself as the girls rush around the apartment getting ready; Daisy borrowing a pink metallic mini dress with bell sleeves and matching knee-high boots. She's swiping glitter over her lids, leaning over the sink in the bathroom when Harry walks in, shutting the door behind him. She jumps when his hands make contact with her hips, giving them a small squeeze.

"You scared me." She pouts, directing her attention towards him in the mirror. He smirks and moves her long hair to the side, pressing a light kiss to the crook of her neck.

"Sorry," he mumbles against her skin, "You just look so precious running around in this cute little outfit. It's killing me not to just take you back to yours."

"What d'ya mean?" Daisy mutters out, occupied with fixing the fallen glitter on her eyelashes.

"I mean," Harry nips at her neck, moving up to the shell of her ear, "I'm dying to fuck you, Daisy. And if we weren't going out tonight, you would already be getting my cock like you've been begging for for the past two weeks."

Daisy's lips part at his words, dropping the eyeshadow brush in the sink. It clatters against the porcelain and she lets out an oh, turning to face him. He presses her flush up against it, searching for any inkling of discomfort. There isn't any.

"You... you wanna do it?"

He nods, leaning down slightly so they're eye level. "Of course I do, sunshine."

"Tonight?"

"Well, we're kind of busy tonight," Harry chuckles at her eagerness, intertwining their fingers together at her side. "But... maybe if you have some self-control... don't get too drunk and avoid any of that powder you like... maybe tonight."

Daisy pouts. "How am I supposed to have fun, then? Everyone around me will be skiing the slopes and totally spaced out."

"Not me," Harry replies easily, "I'll stay sober, too. If this is what you want, that is."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"You're not twisting my arm?"

"Why would I do that, sunshine?" Harry asks, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, "I know we have fun together, but it's very important to me that we're fully present and sober for your first time. I want this to be special for you and I don't want anything to mess it up."

She nods her head, looking up at him with wide eyes. She looks nervous, but he can't blame her for that. Everyone puts so much pressure on losing your virginity. She knows she's been eager to do it for awhile now, but that doesn't erase the anxiety from it.

"Okay," Daisy says, breathing out, "Yeah, okay. We'll do it when we get back to my place tonight?"

"Sure, sunflower. You're allowed to change your mind at any point though, you dig?"

"Anytime?"

"Of course," Harry nods, his heart breaking slightly at her naivety, "Hasn't anyone taught you about consent, lovebug?"

Daisy shakes her head, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Alright, I'll give you a quick crash course so you're not worrying yourself to death all night. Even if you've already agreed to have sex with someone, you can say 'no' at any point and they are supposed to stop what they're doing. It doesn't matter what you're doing, where, or who it's with — no means no, Daisy. It works both ways, not just for girls, alright? That means that we don't have to do anything tonight, or if we start and you get uncomfortable, you can say no and that's it. You understand, dove?"

"What about... if, like, you're already inside of me? Wouldn't it... hurt you not to cum?"

"No, sweetheart. If you're uncomfortable, that's the number one concern. It doesn't matter. Anyone that tells you that is lying, okay?"

She nods slowly, allowing the words to sink in. "Okay. I think I get it."

Harry smiles gently and reaches up to gently stroke her cheek. "Sweetest girl. I can't wait to have fun with you tonight."

. . .

"More than a woman! More than a woman to meeee!"

Daisy cackles as Willow spins Reina on the dance floor. The Bee Gees are blasting courtesy of the DJ, colorful lights are flashing, and reflective shimmers from the disco ball above strobe across Daisy's sparkly dress. She leans back against Harry, who has a protective hand on her hip. He sways them back and forth to the beat, twisting Daisy's body so they're chest to chest. He's met with a grin, Daisy's eyes crinkled as she ducks her head back in a laugh.

"Y'having a good time, sunflower?"

She nods and lifts her hand to play with the curls at the nape of Harry's neck. "Are you?"

"Always with you." He smiles, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"You'll let me know when you're ready to cut out?" Daisy asks, leaning forward so he can hear her over the music.

"Sure. Are you in a hurry to leave?"

She rolls her eyes at his smirk, knowing that their planned end to the night has been on both of their minds since they arrived two hours ago. They're having a great time, enjoying the music and dancing with their friends, but Daisy would be lying if she said her panties weren't saturated with arousal already.

"Yeah, I am," Daisy bites, "I'm ready when you are, actually."

Harry raises his eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

"Remember our little talk about consent?" He asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "You can change your mind at any time, sunshine."

"I know, H." She says, squeezing their hands together.

"Alright then. Let's blow this popsicle stand."

They share a grin as they bid quick goodbyes to their friends. Willow is too occupied with Reina to say anything, and Warren's likely in the bathroom snorting lines off someone's chest. They're giggly as they find their way out of the club, the cool night air immediately rushing over their skin and ridding them of the sticky sweat they shed. Tonight, there's an energy between them that's unlike anything they've ever felt before, electric and fragile, but so exciting.

They don't talk much on the walk. Harry keeps their hands tightly entwined, periodically squeezing to remind her that he's there with her, and he cares so much. He gives her hand squeezes in increments of three, a secret language of adoration. You are safe.

Finally, they approach Daisy's apartment and Harry reaches into the pocket of his dark denim bell bottoms to pull out her house keys. She smiles graciously and unlocks the door, flicking some lights on as she walks through. Harry follows, as comfortable as ever, locking back up and kicking his sneakers off in the process.

She plops down on the couch with a sigh, suddenly feeling how uncomfortable her heeled boots and sequined dress are. Normally, at this point in the night, she's drunk enough not to notice the ache in her feet from dancing all night. She reaches down to pull at the zipper of her borrowed go-go boots until Harry appears above her, a lopsided smile painted over his lips.

"Want them off?" he asks, lowering to his knees.

"Yes, please," Daisy answers, swallowing harshly at the sight. He nods, thumbing the zipper between his fingers, the material slowly peeling away from her calves. She has faint marks below her knees from where they dug into her legs.

"You look so cute in these," Harry mumbles, pulling one off her foot. He switches to the left leg, following the same process as before.

"Do you like them on me?" She peeps out, looking down at him between her eyelashes.

"Love them on you," he mutters, her legs now free from the confides of the leather. He places his hands on her knees and slowly slides them up to the tops of her thighs. "Think I may ask you to keep them on for me one night. Be my own personal dancer, hm?"

Daisy shutters at the image, nodding as his hands meet the creases of her thighs, just below where her panties end.

"Can I take this off you too, dove?" Harry asks softly, giving her thigh a small squeeze.

"Mhm."

He smiles gently and lifts her bum up slightly, just enough to move the metallic fabric up her body. She holds her arms up as he rids her of her dress, leaving her in her usual undergarments; a cotton white bra and matching underwear.

"I would've gone shopping and tried to find something sexier if I'd known..." she breathes out, feeling self-conscious of her appearance. Harry's quick to shake his head, taking her chin in his palm.

"You look so beautiful," he says, making her face warm. "I don't want you to ever feel like you have to be something you're not."

Daisy nods as her heart constricts at his words. She's never felt so taken care of before, and not just in the physical sense. There isn't a single doubt going through her brain, especially when his large hands take ahold of her sides, pressing small kisses along her neck and down to her chest.

"Just wanna worship you tonight," Harry mumbles against her skin, sliding her bra straps down her shoulders. "Make you feel so good you can't even remember your own fuckin' name."

She whimpers at his words, her hands finding their way into Harry's curls. His lips latch onto her nipple before she can even realize he's made his way to her breasts; sucking, licking, and lightly nipping until she arches her back, leaning into his touch. He switches between each one, leaving them each swollen and hard with his spit.

"What do you need, Dais?" he asks, never ending his assault on her skin. He kisses down her stomach and over the waistband of her underwear, leaning her back against the couch. He knows that she's already so overwhelmed by his touch and it seems like some kind of cruel joke to ask her questions she can't answer.

"Tell me or you get nothing." Harry mutters, cupping her pussy with his warm hand. She gasps at the sudden sensation, her hole clenching around nothing.

"You," Daisy whimpers out, fluttering her eyes to find him between her thighs, his gaze set on the modesty between her legs. "D-don't care— just need you, H, please."

"Do you want my fingers or my tongue?" he presses, squeezing the tender skin beneath his grasp. He can feel her warm arousal underneath the fabric, knowing that she's been steadily dripping since they left his place hours ago.

"I don't know!" Daisy whines, bucking her hips up. Harry clicks his tongue and looks up at her, pouting his lip out as he takes in the desperate expression on her face.

"Poor baby," he murmurs, pressing her cheek to his other palm, "You're just dying for it, yeah? Told you I was gonna fuck your sweet peach forever ago and it's all you've been able to think about. I'm sorry, sunshine."

She sniffs and nods, blinking away the glossy look in her eyes. "Couldn't stop thinking about it at the disco. I was trying to focus on having a good time but I just wanted to go home with you all night."

"Okay, okay," Harry nods, hooking his fingers underneath her wet panties and pulling them down her legs, "I have to stretch you out before we do anything else, alright?"

"But—"

"But nothing, lovebug. Told you I was gonna take care of you and it'll hurt too much if I put my cock in this tight little pussy now."

Daisy nods and Harry smiles gently, pecking her lips. Wandering hands part her thighs, allowing him to comfortably fit between them as he slowly pushes his pointer finger inside, curling upwards to stroke the spongy spot that always makes her squirm. She's used to taking two of his fingers at most, but Harry plans to push her to three before he does anything. He knows he's relatively well-endowed and he's nervous about hurting her.

Her drippy hole welcomes his two fingers, wet and warm. He uses his thumb to rub right circles into her clit until she's rutting against him, grinding down onto his hand. He can tell that she's getting close by the way her moans have gotten louder and breathier.

"F-fuck, Harry," she whimpers, her muscles contracting at the orgasm rapidly approaching, "I'm gonna cum."

Harry nods and doubles down on his efforts. He wants at least one orgasm out of her so she's wet and swollen. When he glances down at the way her pussy is swallowing his fingers, he groans, suppressing the urge to lick up the arousal seeping from her hole.

"Cum for me, baby. Not gonna give you my cock until you cum all over my fingers," he instructs, her pussy squeezing him tight. She cums with a gasp, curses tumbling from her lips as he works her through it, until the only sound in the room is squelching fingers curling into her.

"Please," Daisy begs, moving her hands to her tits and squeezing them, "I want you. I'm ready."

Harry shakes his head, withdrawing his fingers from her messy hole. He's painfully hard in his jeans now, the rough fabric constricting his cock.

"Need you to take one more of my fingers, dove. Can you do that? Take three of them?"

"How many was that?" Daisy pants out, stilling in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Two," he answers, unbuckling his pants for a semblance of relief. "Just one more, and then I'll give you my cock."

Daisy nods and reaches forward, cringing slightly at the wetness between her thighs. She tugs at his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it to the side.

"Greedy girl," Harry teases, making Daisy roll her eyes. "Gonna start again, alright? You don't have to cum if it's too much."

"Okay," she mumbles, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Still comfortable? Still okay with all of this?"

"Mhm. Are you?"

He smiles and nods, pressing a chaste kiss to her sweaty forehead. "Course. It's a dream come true, Daisy."

She's occupied by his closeness when he pushes two of his fingers back in, working her open just a little bit more. It's not uncomfortable by any means, but this is usually the point where Harry stops — if he's keen on giving her multiple orgasms, he'll switch between his fingers and mouth or having her grind on his thigh. He's never fingered her this much before and she can already feel the soreness seeping in. She chooses not to mention it though, knowing that if she says anything he'll want to stop.

When two fingers aren't as much of a squeeze anymore, he removes his hand and glances up to gauge Daisy's reaction. Her eyes are glazed over and fucked out with messy hair and sweaty skin.

"I'm gonna put a third in now," Harry murmurs, massaging the insides of her thighs, "Tell me if it's too much, okay?"

"Okay," Daisy breathes, nodding her head and leaning back against the couch cushion, as if she's bracing herself. He encourages her to relax her muscles by continuing his gentle massaging over her legs and up to her pussy, pressing circles into her swollen clit. Slowly, he uses his other hand and curls three fingers into her, watching her intently. It's a tight fit — he knows that without looking at her, and he can barely move with such limited space.

"Relax, baby," he mumbles, continuing to form loops around her sensitive pearl.

"I'm trying," Daisy says softly, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I'm gonna try to work them in a bit but tell me if it's too much."

She nods her head and he begins to move just the tiniest bit, pumping in and out. Gradually, her pussy starts to accommodate the space of his fingers and her body relaxes ever so slightly.

"Does it feel alright, sunshine?" Harry asks as he presses light kisses to the inside of her leg.

"Yeah," Daisy sighs, swallowing harshly, "F-feels full."

"Good full?"

"Mhm," she answers, bucking her hips to meet his movements, "Really good."

"Atta girl," Harry smirks, kissing up to the crease of her thigh, "Knew you could take it."

"Wanna take you, H." Daisy whines, biting down on her bottom lip.

"You feel ready, dovie?"

If Harry's being honest, he's nearly ready to burst in his underwear from this visual alone. Watching Daisy's pussy slowly open and swallow up his fingers was something he could only dream of. The thought of finally sinking his cock into her warm, wet hole has him trembling, constantly reminding himself that he has to take it slow with his sunshine girl.

Harry removes his fingers from her pussy, leaning down to press fluttering licks over her clit. She squeals out from the sensitivity and he chuckles at her reaction.

"Lemme just grab a rubber." He mutters, standing from his knees and digging into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving his wallet. He pulls a condom from the inside pocket and tugs his briefs down, his cock slapping up against his lower stomach. He pumps it a few times, resisting the urge to groan out loud as pre-cum blurts from the tip.

"Lay down for me," Harry instructs gently, rolling the condom on. Daisy nods and leans back against the length of the couch, fixing a pillow to support her neck. Slowly, he climbs over her body, pressing haphazard kisses along her soft skin. "Remember what I taught you about consent?"

"I know, honey," Daisy giggles. The pet name makes his heart jump, smirking as he finally makes his journey up to her lips, kissing them firmly.

With Daisy's legs parted and bent, Harry wiggles between them, steadily stroking himself.

"You're so wet," he mutters, trailing a fingertip down her center and collecting some of her wetness. He rubs it onto his condom-covered cock, groaning at the feel of lubricated passes.

"Yeah, 'cos I want you," Daisy grumbles half heartedly, making Harry chuckle.

"Impatient, greedy girl," he murmurs, nudging his knees up so they're flesh against the backs of her thighs, "Gonna start pushing in, baby."

She rolls her lips into her mouth and nods. Double-checking to ensure she's ready, Harry grabs one of her hands and intertwines their fingers together, giving it a small squeeze. Slowly, he guides his tip to her entrance, breathing out a heavy sigh at the warmth radiating her pussy. He pushes in ever so lightly, popping through her walls, eliciting a gasp from Daisy.

"Y'alright?" He asks, stilling his hips.

"Feels different than your fingers." She immediately admits and he nods understandingly.

"I know. That was just the tip. Do you need to stop?"

Daisy shakes her head, "No. Keep going, I can do it."

He inches himself forward, biting his lip harshly at her tightness. It's taking everything in him to maintain his slow pace, knowing he needs to be gentle with Daisy, but god, she was just so wet and warm.

Harry eventually gets about halfway through when Daisy simply nods, her eyes watery.

"It hurts but I can do it," she says, "Just go all the way, please."

"Don't rush it, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you. Just keep breathing and try to relax your muscles as best you can."

It's difficult for Daisy to follow his advice when her body is trying to reject the intrusion. She swears it's been at least 30 minutes of him pushing forward inch by inch, though she knows it's realistically probably only been around 10. Finally, she does start to get accustomed to the feeling, her tense body beginning to relax enough for him to continue pushing.

"This is the last bit," Harry murmurs, a wave of relief coming over Daisy. It's... weird and uncomfortable, a dull pain throbbing as her muscles stretch to accommodate Harry's endowment. She knows it has to get better than this, though — otherwise, why were people so obsessed with having sex?

With his balls flush against her bum, Harry groans, his cock pulsing inside of her. "You feel... s-so fuckin' good, Dais," he nearly slurs out, making her blush. She can't say the exact same about him right now, but she's glad that he's at least receiving pleasure.

"Let me know when it's okay to move?"

Daisy nods and Harry notices the tense tick in her jaw. He swallows and trails his fingertips along her cheek, leaning forward to smear their lips together. It's messy but that's mainly his own fault — he's trying his best to distract Daisy from the discomfort, but it's a selfish act, too, so he doesn't accidentally buck up into her when she's not ready.

With their foreheads pressed against each other and quiet pants filling the air, Harry brings two of his fingers to his mouth, spits on them, and lowers them down to her clit. She moans softly at the sensation of tight circles pressed into the skin.

"T-that's good," she stutters, nodding her head, "Y'can move, just keep playing with me like that."

Harry mentally thanks his lucky stars and nods, continuing his assault on her clit as he slowly begins to move his hips. She's squeezing him so tightly and she's not even aware of how good she feels, which only makes him even more turned on. His sweet dove laying underneath him, eyes hazy as she takes his cock for the first time.

He keeps his strokes shallow, not yet wanting to overwhelm her with the pressure of hitting her g-spot. It's taking every inch of self-control he has to keep it slow, but it's worth it for her.

"You look so sweet like this," he mumbles out, spit-swollen lips parted as he watches her, "Just laying here, letting me fuck you and play with your pretty little clit. Is this what you wanted, sunshine? My cock inside of you?"

Daisy nods, biting down on her lip as a moan escapes her throat. "Yes," she whimpers with fluttering eyes. "Feels... so full and good. Love being filled with you."

She isn't lying — she knows girls her age sometimes lay there during sex and zone out because it isn't any good, but Harry worked her up and stretched her out. With his cock steadily pumping inside of her and his fingers looping around her swollen clit, she feels the familiar tightening in her core.

"Can I go a little deeper, baby?"

"Uh-huh— please, deeper, H."

Daisy's not quite sure what that entails until Harry scooches up, grinding their hips together. She gasps when she feels it — he always strokes at that spot all the way at the back of her walls when he's fingering her, but to feel his cock pressing against it in steady pumps is near enough to make her finish on the spot.

Her jaw drops open and they lock eyes; Daisy unable to verbalize how good it feels and Harry simply in awe of how beautiful and blissed out she looks.

"There you go," he encourages, tapping his fingers against her pearly clit, "Gonna cum on my cock? Been dreaming of it, I need to feel you squeeze me."

"S-shit— 'm gonna cum, Harry, please—"

"Not gonna stop, dovie, just give me what I want, yeah? Cum for me, honey."

It hits her like a train, unlike any orgasm Harry's ever given her before. She's a moaning mess as she squirms beneath his body, his fingers and hips never stopping as she clenches down on his cock, her walls contracting in the most delicious way.

"Fuck, there's my girl," Harry groans, feeling her arousal drip from her hole and create a mess between their thighs. "So pretty, sunshine."

As soon as Daisy cums, Harry gives himself permission to do the same. Her full body orgasm is the sexiest sight and it's not long before his hips, flush against her bum, still inside of her, filling up the condom with ropes of warm cum. She's still whimpering at the intensity of her own peak but manages to take in the sight of Harry in complete pleasure with scrunched up eyes and curses falling from his swollen lips.

A few moments later, when they've both come down, Harry swallows and looks down at the girl below him.

"Was that alright?"

"It was amazing," she smiles, her soft features offering an immediate sense of relief, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I feel honored that you let me be your first."

Daisy's stomach flips as he lets out a shallow breath. "Gonna pull out now, 'kay? Might feel a little weird."

It's not the most uncomfortable feeling she's felt tonight, but even if it was, she doesn't think she'd care. She's on cloud nine from finally losing her virginity, but not to just anyone — to Harry, the guy that she still can't believe is her actual boyfriend.

"What are you smiling at?" Harry asks with a smirk as he walks back into the living room after disposing the condom. He pulls his briefs on and leans over Daisy's form, pressing a few kisses to her lips.

"Just happy, honey."

"Yeah?" He chuckles, his body lighting up at glowing grin on her face.

"Mhm."

"Me too. I'm so happy."

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scottstreetbell · 8 months

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y/n sitting between harry’s thighs while resting her cheek in harry’s knee waiting for him to finally let her suck him off. thinking mean! harry + soft sweet y/n .. like him ignoring her yeah ..

Mean daddy is what yall live off of huh 😭

Same tho. I changed it a bit tho!

Warning: degradation, mean dom, name calling, spit kink(?)

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The soft, wet noises filled the room as Harry scrolled through his phone. It was difficult to ignore the drooling mouth wrapped around his cock, but he knew that the girl knelt between his thighs would only work harder to get him to fold.

She had been a brat. Plain and simple. Stomping her feet and grumbling under her breath. An attention whore, as he lovingly called her, not getting her attention was driving her absolutely nuts.

He ignored her. Set her to his knees and gave her something to shut her up. His dick. Leaning back against the chair, he mindlessly scrolled as she bobbed her head up and down on the length of him, whimpering in irritation when he didn’t even glance down at her. She wasn’t being his princess right now, and that irritated the hell out of her.

Y/N liked attention. She liked his cooes and sweet petting when she took him into her throat, the praises. Most of the time Harry was a softer dom, looking after her with a tenderness she had never seen in a man before. However times like this? She hated to admit she was aroused by it.

It wasn’t something they played into a lot, but she got off on Harry using her. Being a bit mean when she was bratty. Getting her to simply use her body to get off and treat her like a toy? It made her drip.

She worked harder, pushing him further down her throat and gagging slightly- but Harry merely fisted the arm of the chair and let the pleasure of her throat be enjoyed in silence. He didn’t look at her, instead switching to another app and double clicking to like a photo. It had her huffing out of her nose, pulling up to focus on the tip again.

His face was stoic, the only sign of pleasure being the darkness of his eyes and the slight sweat on his brow. He was good at playing pretend, not showing how much her perfect mouth was getting to him. It was even worse because normally he was quite sweet and vocal, telling her she was good. Feeding her praise kink.

Now it was the opposite end of the spectrum. Feeding her degradation kink.

It had been a full 5 minutes of her needy sucking and moaning against his length, getting him to be a drooly wet mess without a reaction when he finally cut his eyes down at her.

“Are you done being a little cunt?” The demeaning words were said in a darker tone, a hand suddenly fisting her hair and pulling her off of his length. She whimpered, mourning the loss of the weight in her mouth. The slight pain in her scalp at the tight grip and the insult had her pressing her thighs together. When Harry got like this it drove her wild. Normal sweet Harry let out his darker side and she could cum just from that.

“I’m sorry.” She gasped, ignoring the mess of spit dripping from her chin. “I wanted your attention. I’ll be good now. Promise.” The whiny tone made him roll his eyes, shaking her head back and forth with the control he had with his fist.

“Promises, promises. All your mouth seems to be good for today is sucking me off. Mouthy and rude for no reason when I’ve been so nice t’you. Shouldn’t have even let you have it. Should have gagged you and stroked off in your face. But m’not that mean.” He enjoyed the wide eyed look she gave him. Harry indulged in the darker fantasy today, knowing full well she was wet alll down her thighs.

“I’m not making you cum today, so you better enjoy this. Looking so pathetic with all that mess on your face. Just can’t help yourself when it comes to my cock, hm? Silly little slut for me.” He used his hand to wipe her chin, giving a hint of hit normal caring self before wiping it on his pant leg. Y/N was slightly embarrassed and equally aroused at the action. “Shouldn’t even give you my cum… but I want to see it on your tongue.” He grabbed his length and rubbed it against her tongue, chuckling under his breath at how easily she had opened her mouth for it.

He fucking loved her.

“Get back to work then. Do what you’re best at. Make me cum, and I’ll think about letting you get yourself off.”

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scottstreetbell · 8 months

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Pleasing (thigh riding blurb)

In which y/n is sleepy after a long shift and accidentally starts rubbing against Harry's thigh.

Harry doesn’t think y/n knows what she’s doing.

They’re on the couch together, watching a movie together (the first Harry Potter) after y/n got home from her shift at the restaurant. She was exhausted, the poor thing, and fell asleep on top of him within the first twenty minutes of the movie. Her head is resting on his chest, her ear pressed right above his heart, while his fingers gently scratch at her scalp.

He loves having her like this, relaxed on top of him. She’s the cutest thing when she sleeps, especially when her cheek is squished against his shirt and her lips purse out like a little baby. She grips onto the hem of his shirt as she dreams – he knows she’s dreaming because of the way her eyebrows have furrowed and her fingers tug on his shirt every so often. If only he could know what was going on in her brain. He doesn’t know why her eyebrows are so furrowed, as if she’s having a bad dream, but he tries his best to soothe any bad thoughts away by pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

He’d readjusted himself when his foot had started to fall asleep; he bent his leg at the knee a little bit to get the blood flowing, his thigh casually slipping between her legs. It wasn’t anything that Harry did on purpose – he was just trying to get comfortable.

He didn’t realize it would be so comfortable for y/n, though…

With his thigh right between her legs, he was pressing right against her center. Sleepy y/n doesn’t realize it’s Harry’s leg pressing against her core – she’s too busy in dreamland to comprehend that she’s napping on top of Harry. All she knows is that something thick and meaty is rubbing against her clit… so, of course, she starts rubbing back.

It started off super subtly at first, y/n unconsciously pressing herself down harder onto his thigh, trying to get closer to whatever delicious thing was stationed between her legs. Harry just passed it off as her simply getting a little more comfortable, maybe just shifting around a bit to adjust to him shuffling around underneath her.

But then… the movement became a little more intentional and just the slightest bit quicker. Soft ruts of her hips against his leg, dragging her clit against the thick of his thigh with purpose. He notices the furrow between her brows grows more and more prominent, how her breathing has picked up. Her fingers grip his shirt with more purpose, and the softest whimper leaves her throat as she grinds herself down harder and harder. A shocked scoff escapes him, the present situation unbelievable.

His sweet girl, unconsciously rutting against his thigh like a puppy in heat?

He can’t help the smirk that slowly spreads across his face. It’s clear she hadn’t been having a nightmare… this angel of a girl just has a mind filled with naughty thoughts, apparently.

His large hands, bare of any rings tonight, slowly find their way to her hips, grasping them. He bites his lip as he starts encouraging her weak movements, using his hands to guide her hips up and down on his thigh, pressing her down harder. What had started off as gentle juts of her hips against his leg has turned into Harry sliding her pussy up and down his bare thigh, her arousal leaving a trail of wetness along the spot he guides her over. He flexes his thigh a bit and pushes himself against her pussy, feeling the outline of her through her thin panties… the feeling of it makes his breathing grow heavy, eyes growing dark and nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply.

In the haze of her sleepiness, y/n is overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure coursing through her body. She’s immersed in Harry’s scent and is vaguely aware of his solidness underneath her, but she’s still a little bit too fuzzy to know exactly what’s causing her to feel so good. A soft squeak escapes her as she feels something press firmly against her clit, and she suddenly realizes that she’s also rubbing back. It feels good, so good, and her fingers twist against the fabric that she has grasped in her hand.

Another breathy moan leaves her. She rubs her clit against this firm object and burrows her face against the object she’s laying on top of. Slowly does she realize that her nose is pressed against Harry’s chest, and gradually recognizes the familiar feeling of his warm palms on her body.

As her hips continue to move, the cloudiness of the situation begins to fade away. She feels how embarrassingly wet and sticky her panties are, and how Harry’s big hands are encompassing her, holding her hips as she rubs herself against his thigh. She hears herself whimpering, and suddenly feels a wave of embarrassment overtakes her.

“Oh…” she whines. Her cheeks are burning with humiliation and she’s trying to stop, trying to control herself… but it just feels so good!

“There y’are puppy,” Harry says as her eyes flutter open. “Finally woke up, hm? Been rutting on me for quite some time.”

“M’sorry.” She can’t stop, too immersed in how good it feels, no matter how embarrassed she is. “Sorry, m’sorry, just felt so good…” she babbles.

“No need to be sorry, sweet girl,” he coos, pressing a kiss on her head as he continues to help rub her on his thigh. “Y’know daddy loves it.” A choked gasp escapes her and she feels herself clenching around nothing. “What’s got you so needy, hm? Were you having a naughty dream?”

She can’t get any words out, only muffled whimpers as her hips pick up in rhythm. No matter how embarrassed and dirty she feels for having started grinding against her boyfriend in her sleep, she just can’t find the strength to stop. All she can manage is a pathetic nod.

“Got so worked up that you started rubbing your messy pussy all over daddy’s thigh… sweet thing.” He chuckles when she lets out an embarrassed whine, “y’so whiny puppy.”

“S-stop,” she whimpers shamefully. “s’mbarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” she gives a particular roll of her hips that makes him think that she likes feeling a little humiliated though. “Y’just a needy little baby, you couldn’t help yourself…” he teases.

Her voice cracks around a moan, and her fingers dig into his biceps, holding onto his as she grinds herself closer and closer to release. “Just a dumb puppy… always need daddy to take care of you, isn’t that right?”

She nods desperately, “need you, daddy.”

His fingers twist around the sides of her panties, tugging it so that the soaked fabric is stretched tight against her pussy, the pressure making her clit feel nice and stimulated. “Think we should take these off,” he whispers in her ear, tugging them harder so that they start riding up her ass. She agrees with no hesitation, letting him peel them off of her, her pussy feeling cold and bare with how wet she is. Once the panties are off, it’s just her pussy rubbing against his bare skin… it’s hot and slippery, slick and so good.

“Fuck, puppy,” he groans. He loves feeling her, warm and wet, gliding against his skin… god he’s craving her so bad. He wants to taste her, all of the sweetness dripping out of her… “Budge up.” He grabs her hips and tugs her off his thigh, ignoring her whines and urging her up and up and up. “Want you t’sit on my face.”

“Was– was so close!” she huffs grumpily, shuffling her way up so that her pussy is aligned with his mouth.

“Quiet,” he tuts. She’s complaining for no reason. “G’na eat this cute little pussy ‘til you’re crying.” They both know that he’ll have her unraveling in less than two minutes with his tongue, hence why she complied with minimal complaints.

Her hips are bucking as soon as his mouth makes contact with her pussy. He presses his tongue flat against her, licking her from top to bottom and lavishing his tongue in the sweet honey leaking out of her. She squeals out of sensitivity, but Harry firmly grabs onto her hips and keeps her on his face – his nose brushing against her clit and tongue deep inside her, lapping up any drop he can get. His eyes are closed and eyebrows furrowed, positively drowning himself in her. The only way he can breathe is when he pulls away for a few seconds to suckle at her clit, purse his lips around it and swirl his tongue, before he’s back to suffocating himself between her thighs.

He’s groaning like a starved man tasting food for the first time in weeks, the bottom half of his face completely covered by her center when she looks down at him. Her fingers come down to grab onto his hair, needing to hold onto something as she cries and yelps in pleasure. The sharp tugs against his scalp make Harry’s green eyes shoot open, glimmering sharply with a devilish glint. She’s such a mess above him, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath between incessant moans, mouth slacked in that gorgeous o-shape which means she’s getting close. He brings all his attention to her clit – biting, licking, sucking, nipping, groaning and more against her – all the moves to get her to the end.

She’s wriggling and whining, trying to get away from Harry’s vicious tongue while simultaneously pushing herself down on his face so that she can reach her end. It’s nearly impossible for him to hold her steady, his fingers dimpling the soft chub of her hips. He can feel her pussy twitching against his mouth and that’s how he knows she’s reached her climax. Refusing to let up, he keeps swirling his tongue round and round her clit, lapping up her arousal and entertaining himself with the feeling of her hips and ass in his palm, until she’s crying and begging him to stop.

A dimple dents his cheek as her palms press into his forehead, shoving his face away and shuffling away from that dangerous mouth, sitting her raw pussy on his chest while she catches her breath and wipes away her tears. His hands slide up and down her thighs soothingly, fingers tickling her soft skin. She knuckles at her eyes tiredly, like a sleepy puppy.

He chuckles to himself. Classic y/n – just a needy, sleepy puppy.

“Ready for bed, then?”

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scottstreetbell · 9 months

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Sunshine Masterlist

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sunshine - part 1

In which Harry's a dick and y/n is a virgin who cries a lot. Coming July 22.

sunshine - part 2 (already posted on patreon!)

In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed. Coming July 29.

sunshine - part 3 (coming to patreon this weekend!)

Coming August 5.

concepts tag! - all of the grumpyrry x sunshine asks and concepts!

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scottstreetbell · 10 months

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Harry is forced to go on a blind date, and y/n is the definition of the color pink.

Harry lives inside books, specifically of the romantic genre. He loves love but isn't seeking it out for himself. From what the past has taught him, dating just isn't for him.

But tonight, he has a date planned. His best (and only) friend, Niall, has set him up with his "perfect" match. Her name is Y/n, and the only thing Niall told him is that she owns a flower and book shop. Despite all efforts, Niall wouldn't allow Harry to cancel this date.

It's now 5 minutes before the date is supposed to start, and Harry is sitting down at this fairytale like restaurant in the heart of San Diego.

He's sitting, impatiently waiting for Y/n to show up. His nerves start to ramp up the closer it gets to eight. The time is now 7:59, and he hears something that piques his interest.

"Hi, I'm y/n, I have a reservation under the name, Harry." Her voice is soft and gentle. It sounds like she's never spoken above an "indoor" voice. She follows the hostess towards the table Harry is sat at. He gets up to greet her.

As she gets closer, his breath gets stuck in his throat. She is gorgeous, and according to Niall, her personality is phenomenal. He's never been more nervous in his life.

"Hi, you must be Y/n, I'm Harry!" His accent makes her fold, Niall didn't tell her anything about this Harry guy.

"Yes! It's nice to meet you." She goes in for a hug, and Harry has to say if he had to rate it, it was a 10/10 hug.

"So you told me you've been here before, what would you recommend?" She cocks a brow at him, and he just knows she's the one for him.

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scottstreetbell · 10 months

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Can someone send in some request for what they want to see?

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