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Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

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based on this prompt, set loosely in the future

Maybe (word count: 3.2k)

Harry was busier than usual with work. He’d been cooped up in his study all day, working round the clock to finish a project that was apparently a big deal. He even asked you to order take out because he just couldn’t afford taking time off to help you out in the kitchen with dinner, and although you told him you could manage on your own, he just wouldn’t hear of it.

You eventually caved and went into his study under the pretence of clearing out the chinese noodle boxes and even tried distracting him a bit. Sat in his lap and nibbled at his jawline suggestively, but the man never unglued his eyes off his computer screen.

It was infuriating.

Having been severely bored over the weekend what with him burying himself in his work, you’d decided to finally pick up on your reading. You’d started a book a few weeks ago but you kept having to put it down and never really got into it, but now that you had the time, you settled in, reading in the bedroom and you were taken aback by how… steamy it was.

You hadn’t realised it was erotica when you picked it out at the bookstore. Sure it had a good storyline, an actual plot, but it was downright filthy. Good filthy. Very good filthy.

The fact that your reading had gotten you so wet was what had prompted you to go into his study to try and distract him, and when that failed miserably, you returned to the bedroom and for the first time in a long while proceeded to pleasure yourself. You even left the door ajar, in hopes of getting caught. You reminisced on that first night you’d met Harry and masturbated unashamedly in between his sheets, and his later admission to having heard you calling out to him as you orgasmed. Calling him “daddy”, of all things. To this day, that was one of your fondest memories and one you’d used as material for such occasions numerous times.

But you were already so turned on that it didn’t require much of a build up for you to climax. And although you wanted a deliberate repeat of him overhearing you, you knew he was seriously busy in there, so you decided to keep silent. If he were to emerge from his study and walk in on you, then so be it, but you weren’t going to moan out loud and purposely disturb his work. You were desperate, but not quite as desperate as to do that.

Yet.

Thankfully, your release did help a bit. It took the edge off, but you came hard, and now you were all sleepy. It was only around 9pm though, so you decided to go take a relaxing bath instead. Unwind a bit more.

When you emerged from the steamy en suite, you were surprised to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed “Hi, stranger! Finally came out of that mancave?”

“C’mere”

You were about to go into your walk in closet to grab something to sleep in, having slipped on your silk robe after your bath. You’d forgone washing your hair, plopping it up in a messy bun and you were just removing your hair tie, letting it fall over your shoulders when his husky voice stopped you in your tracks.

You could recognize his bedroom voice anytime- daddy’s voice, when he came out to play. You felt instantly jolted awake from your state of drowsiness. Your feet made their way towards him and in between his legs on their own accord. It was like a Pavlovian reflex, hearing those commands. Especially when you were (still) so riled up.

One look into his eyes and you knew you’d been right, if you even needed any confirmation. They were glazed over with lust and although tired, you could see the fire burning behind those dark pupils.

“All ready for bed, sweetheart?” he cooed, his hands finding purchase on your hips, squeezing intently “Hmm. You smell so nice” he leaned in, sneaking his nose in your robe’s neckline and inhaling profoundly. He then moaned as he exhaled and you felt your knees go weak. He could tell you were turning to mush by the way he steadied you, tightening his grip on your fleshy hips. He then used the tip of his nose to circle your right nipple through your silk robe and your lips parted with a shaky exhale when he then mouthed at your hardened nipple through the fabric. His mouth was warm and wet and you whimpered pathetically at the feel of him after the way that damn book got you so on edge the whole day. It’d felt almost as if you’d edged yourself reading it, that orgasm you’d given yourself just earlier having done seemingly nothing to satiate your desire. You needed him and there was no substitute. You’d come hard and still, it fell short in comparison to the sensations only him and him alone could coax out of you.

He mouthed at your breasts like that until he got your robe all nice and wet and when you finally combed your nails through his curls he delicately hooked his pointer finger into the neckline and pulled the material a little to the side, enough to get your left tit out. He latched his lips around the nipple immediately, low moans vibrating from deep in his chest and straight to your clit seemingly- that’s where you felt it.

“Oh my god” you whined, tugging at his roots a little and he reciprocated, nipping at your bud in turn

“God i love sucking on your tits. Licking and biting all over them and fitting as much as I can into my mouth. Want you to smother me with them” he freed the other as well and kneaded the flesh, pressing them together, sticking his tongue flat out and licking over them sloppily and you didn’t know if you could stand still anymore, your legs were trembling in anticipation

“Please” you whisper-moaned “Please, please…”

“Love it when you ask so nicely, baby. Gonna beg daddy to fuck you silly?” he never stopped loving on your flesh as he spoke and you kept trying to shove your nipples back into his mouth with each mumble against your skin

“Yes, yes, daddy. Please, I need it. I need you. Quit teasing”

He ran his hands up and down the sides of your body, and made his way to your bum “‘M not teasing you, darling. Just loving on you. Savouring you. Gonna deny daddy?” he groped your ass harshly and you yelped

“Never!”

He chuckled lowly, still licking over your chest while he snaked one hand up the slit of your robe and brushed his knuckles over your naked pussy “Oh my goodness, Y/N. What a needy little thing you are for daddy” he tutted and you couldn’t help but whimper in response “You’re drenched, sweetheart. Your weepy little pussy is just begging for me to stuff it full of daddy’s cock, isn’t it?” he kept ghosting his knuckles over your slit and you chased his hand but his other kept you still and you knew better than to try and act greedy. He was going to dictate the pace and you would follow suit, that was the dance you would engage in the bedroom, always have, always will. He was in charge, and you were more than willing to let him do whatever he deemed fit to you. Complete trust, you’d hand your body over to him and he would worship it, make you lose yourself in the feel of him. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Please daddy, please touch me. Been a good girl…”

“Hmmm. Have you?”

“Uh-huh” you nodded quickly “Your good girl. Please…”

“Then tell me, sweetheart, whose pussy is this?” he looked right into your eyes as he finally brought his thumb over your clit, massaging slowly and you moaned loudly

“It’s yours, daddy!”

“Yeah? Only daddy gets to play with it, right?”

You nodded, bracing your hands over his shoulders and trying to press yourself harder against his thumb, but he wasn’t letting you. The more you squirmed, the less pressure he applied to your clit and you tried to compose yourself, a hint of warning glimmering in his eyes as you stared hazily into them “Only you, daddy…”

“And tell me, baby, does daddy ever leave you wanting?”

You shook your head rapidly “Never. Never. Treat me so good…”

“Yeah? You know daddy’s always gonna take care of you, darling. Even if I’m busy, I’ll always steal away and tend to you, you know that, right?” with that, he applied more pressure and you could feel your thighs sticking together in arousal.

“So good to me” you smiled dreamily

He sunk his middle finger into you at that and you all but lost your footing “Look at that. What a filthy girl…” he finally undid the bow holding your robe together, pushing the sides apart and staring right at what he was doing to you, his mouth lax with want and you squeezed his shoulders, trembling with need “Fuck, I need my face in there. Gonna eat you out, baby, wanna lick you clean” he took his finger out of you and brought it to your nipple, smearing it in your arousal before sucking it clean. He then pushed the robe off your shoulders, letting it pool at your ankles and grabbed at you, tossing you on the bed, ass up, face down, dragging you back towards the edge so that he sat kneeling on the floor while he buried his face in your needy cunt.

When he finally got his face smeared in your arousal he groaned against you, the vibration turning your brain to mush instantly “Fuck, daddy, gonna come all over your face”

“Not until daddy says so, precious” he delivered a smack to your bum in warning, but all it did was make you moan louder

“I can’t — Please, been dying to all day…”

“Hm?” he pushed two fingers into you as he pulled back a bit, twisting and turning them with every plunge, and you clutched at the comforter trying to stave off your orgasm. You’d been so on edge the whole day, you’d been fighting it ever since he first touched you “You’re telling me you didn’t touch yourself, Y/N? Gonna lie to me like that?” he slapped your ass, twice, hard and you jumped at the sting “Answer me!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, daddy! I tried coming to you… and you were- ah! You were busy… and I wanted to be good… but I needed to cum so badly… “

“And why is that? What got you so worked up, baby? Hm? Tell daddy” when you didn’t answer he pulled his fingers out and delivered a sharp swat to your clit using those same wet digits and you jumped again and cried out in pleasure-pain “Better start using your words darling, otherwise I’ll edge you over and over again and then I’ll bring you back into my study to cockwarm me using that pretty mouth of yours while I work, just so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t go behind daddy’s back again”

“Fuck!” you whined, frustration building up. You knew he wasn’t kidding around, he would do just that and you felt you could go cross eyed if you didn’t come, and quick “I… I read something… and it got me really horny…”

“Yeah? Go on…”

“It was just really hot… and it got me really squirmy… and I came to you but you were busy! I promise I tried waiting, daddy… please don’t be mad at me… please, please, let me come. I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Awh, my poor baby” he kissed over your swollen clit tenderly and you melted into his touch, relaxing into the mattress at his slower pace, hoping he was going to take mercy on you “How can I be cross with you when you came to daddy first… and then felt like you had to take care of yourself as to not bother me. Should’ve waited for daddy, yes… but I’ll let it slide this one time, hm? Won’t do it again, will you sweetheart?”

“Nuh-huh, I promise, daddy…”

“Not gonna try and lie to daddy about it, either?” he kept kissing over your clit, soft, gentle touches of his lips, then feather-like strokes of his tongue all across your slit and up towards your bum

“I didn’t want to make you — fuck! Didn’t want to upset you… I’m so sorry”

“You taste so good, baby. Not sure I could deny you right now even if I wanted to” he hummed his appreciation and kept pressing his face further against your pussy, his nose pressing into you as he slurped and sucked on your clit. He alternated between sucking on it and licking you top to bottom, lapping up all your juices and the noises his actions made were downright pornographic “Love eating your little pussy. So fucking good. Never wanna take my mouth off of you” he kept dragging his tongue further up towards your bum as he spread your cheeks further apart, kneading your flesh in between light smacks to your bum “Like it when daddy eats you out, baby?”

“Love it. Never stop, please…”

“Never wanna stop. Wanna keep tasting you, but also, really really wanna fuck you. I’m about to burst just from this alone, baby”

You were debating asking him to do it, even if it meant delaying your orgasm, when you felt him lick further up and you were caught off guard with how amazing it felt. Hearing your reaction to it, Harry did it again, this time slower and you groaned in bliss “Oh, fuck!”

“Hm? Like this, baby? Like daddy all the way over here as well?”

“Felt so fucking good. Do it again, please…” you pleaded wantonly. You’d never explored anything anal before, and it suddenly dawned on you that he must’ve opened your book at the page you’d dog eared. You saved it, since you enjoyed reading that scene so much. You never knew you’d wanna try it before, never really saw the appeal to it, but the way it’d been described in the book really had you curious as to whether it could be as amazing and intense as it sounded. It was the scene that had gotten you so worked up that you went to try and distract Harry, and ultimately made you resort to touching yourself. So now that he was tentatively exploring this with you, you didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed for having been found out or relieved to not have to verbally ask Harry if he wanted to give it a go.

“Fuck, baby. Such a filthy little thing you are, asking daddy to eat your little ass, aren’t you?” he kept dragging his tongue over your puckered hole while rubbing over your clit and dragging a finger to your other one, plunging it in and back out towards your clit again

“Oh my god, that feels amazing” you gasped hazily. You couldn’t believe how good it felt.

“Yeah? Gonna let daddy fuck your tight ass too, baby? Gonna feel so good and full… fuck, you’re gonna love me in there”

“I will” you whined “I will, just —please! Please, please, daddy!”

“Does my pretty baby wanna come?”

“Please!”

He pulled away, sitting upright and you looked at him over your shoulder as he pushed his pants along with his boxers down his legs, his leaky cock standing at full mast “Gonna let you come, sweetheart. Gonna come all over daddy’s cock, yeah? Wanna feel you milk me good” he nudged at your entrance and you groaned in pure bliss once he pushed inside you

Once he bottomed out, he pulled himself out and dragged himself through your folds and up over your hole, spreading your arousal and you panicked a bit, wondering if he was gonna keep true to his word so quickly “Relax for me, sweetheart, not gonna fuck into your tight hole, not yet. Gonna make sure you’re all stretched out for daddy first, and you’re a little too far gone for that right now. Wanna do this all proper. But I love how responsive you are. Love a little bit of pressure on here, don’t you?” he pushed his tip against yout hole and you moaned at the feel, so he kept spreading your arousal, brushing against your newfound erogenous spot

“Mhm. Feels so good, never thought it could feel like that”

“Yeah? Want a lil bit more?”

“I can try” you moaned as he pushed himself back inside your cunt. He then kneaded your ass in time with his thrusts and slowly began circling your hole using his thumb, your arousal he’d smeared on there acting as lubricant and you felt like you were going to pass out from trying to stave off your orgasm “Fuck! So good, daddy. Oh!” he slowly pushed his thumb inside and you screamed your pleasure “Oh my god! Oh god! Gonna come! Please! Please!”

Harry applied firm pressure using his thumb while he fucked into you at a punishing pace “You’re fucking unreal. My best girl, come for daddy. Let go for me baby, come on, let me hear you”

You cried out in bliss, and heard Harry follow you as he emptied himself into you, riding out your orgasms until he finally collapsed next to you, your knees having given out as soon as he slipped out of you. You felt like you might’ve blacked out for a moment there, that’s how intense it’d all been.

“I think I just had an outer body experience” you mumbled against the comforter and Harry chuckled, reaching out and pulling you against his chest

“I’ve never felt less guilty for snooping before. Came in here to dote on you a little, felt bad for letting you leave my study all pouty earlier. Thought I’d busy myself while you were in there, and was curious as to what you’ve been reading all day. Didn’t realise it’d be straight up porn” he teased

You gasped “It’s not porn!”

Harry raised an eyebrow at you and reached to swat your ass playfully “Dirty little thing. Were you ever going to tell me about it?”

You shied away from his gaze, nestling into his side “Maybe”

He chuckled again “With the way you came clawing at me in the study earlier, ‘m pretty sure you’d have bent over the desk for me in no time”

“...Maybe” your voice was muffled with how much you were trying to hide your face into his chest

He sighed contentedly, tightening his hold around you “You can act innocent all you want, sweetheart. Only I know the truth though, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch for it, too.”

Daddy issues- Masterlist

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"hold still, darling."

"it tickles!" you scrunched your face underneath the wipe harry was using to take your makeup off for you. you had had a very busy day and he watched you plop right into bed, only having bothered to slip into one of his t-shirts, forgoing your usual shower before sleep- which was so unlike you. he mentioned having seen you clean your face even while drunk off your ass, so he knew sleeping in your makeup was a big no-no for you.

"shhh. i'm almost done."

you huffed, amusedly "no you're not. and it tickles 'cause you're not rubbing it into my skin hard enough, you're not supposed to feather it over my face like that. and you gotta keep doing it till you can't see any product transferring anymore."

you were keeping your eyes closed for this, but you could picture harry's confused face without having to glance at him "where is all of this even coming from? i swear it looks like you've got nothing on."

"gee. thanks."

"what thanks? i meant it as a compliment. it looks seamless, doesn't even look like you've got anything on other than some mascara and some blush, maybe..."

"i don't wear a lot, it just looks like a lot on that clean wipe. baby, you gotta get all my mascara off, otherwise i'm gonna look like a racoon in the morning. quit caressing my lashes, you're not getting anything off them like that..."

"just don't wanna accidentally pull your lashes off, or press on your eyes too hard..."

you blinked your eyes open at this. he sounded so genuinely concerned and pouty, you just had to see it for yourself. you placed your hand over his and showed him the amount of pressure needed "see? like this. but let me, i got this."

harry gave you a half smile and before he could pull his hand away, you caught his wrist and kissed the inside of his palm "love you."

"love you, too" he leaned to give your lips a soft peck before heading towards the bathroom "gonna go get your night cream. i'll massage it into your skin for you, i bet i'm better at that part of your night time routine at least."

you hummed your approval "careful. i might get used to this pampering"

"i also give great facials" you heard the smirk in his voice from the en-suite

"... i walked right into that one, didn't i?"

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Imagine they are at a friends Halloween party and as the party starts dying down and rest of the guests leave only Harry, Y/n, the friend, their partner, Niall and some other close friends are left, they decide to play truth and dare, Harry is really not into late night party stuff anymore so he asks her to leave with him but she begs him to stay because she is actually having a lot of fun and he gives in because he loves seeing her happy and then one of Harry's friend gets the dare of giving the person sitting on their right a hickey, Harry realises that it's y/n...

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fhsds i love how you weasel niall in everytime ahahaha love that truly lmao HOWEVER for the sake of not overcomplicating things (and you’ll eventually see why) i’ll exclude him from this lil get together this once 👀

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

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It's us (word count: 5k)

*this was originally slightly different, i switched up a few things so that it could fit in the narrative after they get back together!

*timeline: somewhere after the main story

Harry was tired. It'd been a long week. He'd finished a project that had been a major pain in his ass and he was more than glad to be finally done with it, and all he wanted was to stay in with his lovie and watch some true crime docuseries splayed on his couch, his head in her lap while she carded her fingers through his curls and scratched at his scalp- it put him right to sleep. See, he wasn't a fan of watching eerie stuff before bed but Y/N was and he was humouring her watching these shows with her, but if he could fall asleep before he saw something that would make him double-check the locks, he was glad for it.

Unfortunately, Y/N had some other plans in store for them that weekend. Well, in actuality, it just so happened that it was Halloween that Friday and when he saw her dressed up as a sexy kitten he felt conflicted. First of all, she wasn't really wearing a costume- so the "sexy" bit was his personal interpretation of it cause he found her sexy anyway. She'd just put on a headband that made two kitten ears point out of her luscious head of hair, she did a dramatic winged eyeliner and drew on whiskers on her cheeks complete with coloring the tip of her nose a cute pink.

It was... doing things to him. He wanted nothing more but to keep her inside and make her... purr.

But when she insisted they went out to their friends' that had invited them over for the occasion, he felt inadequate. "I don't have a costume!"

"I don't either! This isn't exactly a costume!" She pointed at her kitten ears she'd gotten from the Chinese discount shop.

"Yeah but it's something. I'll probably be the only one not wearing anything..."

Y/N pouted. "You can just be the hot DILF. C'mon baby... We talked about this...."

Harry couldn't fight the grin off his face. "The what? Come here, you..."

She dodged him. "Nuh-huh. We'll never leave the house if we get started and you know it!" She couldn't keep the smile off her face either as she was circling around the dining table trying to not let him get to her.

"I don't need any more convincing to stay in, darling," he smirked.

"Oh, shush! C'mon Harry! I really wanna go! Please? We won't stay long if you don't want to, but we've been cooked up in the house for the past 2 weeks, I wanna get out for a few hours at least," she bit her lower lip and looked at him from under her eyelashes. "I'll make it up to you. What say?"

Harry squinted at her. "Oh. You can bet on it"

*

Harry was nervous. 

She'd met some of his friends before, after they'd ran into Mitch and Sarah and their, then, newborn baby.  Y/N had fit in perfectly. It wasn't surprising to him that she did, but he'd been apprehensive about his friends' attitude towards her for the longest time- what with her being 16 years younger than him (and most of them) and whatnot. But turns out he should've had more faith in his friends. They knew Harry well enough to know he wouldn't bring just about anyone as a date anywhere if he wasn't serious about them. And they were mature enough not to judge a book by its cover.

In the meanwhile though, he'd been pretty absent. 

None of his friends except for Mitch and Niall had known about his struggles for the 17 months him and Y/N had been apart for. At least, he hoped they didn't know... he'd been MIA for that whole entire time, and this was the first time he'd be seeing the extended group, let alone get acquainted to the new additions.

Mitch had reassured him that nobody would ask any uncomfortable questions, and that they all just knew he'd been through a rough time, but that all was well now and they all were excited to have him back.

That's why he'd been postponing meeting them for so long. He felt like he would be scrutinized. He feared they'd been gossiping about him, wondering what had happened, and now they'd try and pry it out of him.

Y/N knew he'd alienated himself from his friends that whole entire time, but she'd been the one to talk him to it. This was the perfect time for a casual way to reintegrate themselves into his group of friends. 

"Baby. Don't be nervous. It's just your friends in there. They'll be happy to see you. I promise."

Harry was really only closer to Mitch and a couple others, and their respective partners, but there were other people invited to this little get together, people he hadn't met before. He hadn't been expecting this. Mitch made it out like it was just gonna be their usual group. A friend of Sarah's was hosting and she'd invited other people too, apparently.

But Y/N had been right about the costumes. Only a few were costumed, hardly so, and most of them were just wearing whatever. Part of him was glad she hadn't been the only one putting something together, even if only those cute little ears. He wouldn't have wanted her to feel out of place. In fact, Mitch was apparently a vampire for this. He'd put on a whole lot of powder and a deep burgundy lipstick and it did the trick, fangs or no fangs. The long hair helped too along with his usual aloof demeanor.

"I'm not a vampire," he grimaced.

"Oh?" Y/N gave Harry a look as if asking him to save her.

"I'm Brad Pitt. I just so happen to be Brad Pitt in 'Interview with a vampire'."

Harry rolled his eyes while Y/N chuckled but he knew she was doing it to save face. "Stop being a dickhead."

Mitch just smirked to himself going to get a refill of his rum punch and they proceeded to mingle with the rest, Sarah introducing them to those they weren't already acquainted with.

His closest friends really did seem to be genuinely happy to have him back, Y/N too. He felt a bit silly for having postponed doing this for so long. He'd really missed them too.

Hours went by however, and Harry was getting antsy. Not only was he genuinely growing tired, but he really wanted to love on Y/N. She was just too darn cute slash sexy slash adorable with that pink button nose of hers and he wanted nothing more than to have her wear nothing else than those kitten ears and her heels for a couple of hours before they went to bed.

"Darling, let's leave. Please?" He hummed into her ear. He'd been so worked up about seeing his friends again,  all that stress and anxiety getting to him, plus his social batteries had drained already, not being used to doing this in so long.

"Just a little longer," she pouted. "I'm having fun."

He eyed her glass. "Hm. I can see that."

She furrowed her brows, deadpanning. "What?"

He smiled at her, "nothing. You're getting a bit tipsy. I just don't want you to get sloshed, though. You got to make it up to me, remember?" He whispered that last bit into her ear once more and that had her giggling more than she would have normally.

"Ok," she placed her glass on the coffee table in front of them. "I'll be good, daddy."

Harry's eyes widened dramatically while shushing her simultaneously, going in for a kiss to make sure he silenced her more effectively. "You're in so much trouble," he mumbled smilingly against her lips.

She was looking at him all dreamy eyed. Maybe she was more far gone than he'd realized. The fact was, Y/N was a cute drunk. She never drank till she blacked out, definitely not enough to embarrass herself in any way, ever, but she was a cute, horny mess.

She whispered looking right into his eyes, their lips still touching slightly. "Let's go find a bathroom."

Harry bit his lower lip and pinched her thigh making her yelp far more loudly than was necessary, throwing her into another giggle fit. "Shhhh," he shushed her again. "You little minx. That costume of yours isn't that far off. We're going home. C'mon," he stood up and offered her a hand but immediately one of the other women cut in.

"Hey! You two, what's with all the commotion?" She laughed, "c'mon. Pay attention. We're playing truth or dare."

"Seriously?" Harry furrowed his brows smilingly but Y/N pouted at him and he eventually dropped his hand and went to pour himself another coke. 

He normally would've needed a drink to find this even remotely entertaining. He was sober now, though, had been since they'd gotten back together. No exceptions.

He did however insist Y/N have a drink whenever she felt like it. She shouldn't have to suffer the repercussions of his own actions. This was a decision he'd taken for himself and he was fine with it. It was, however, the first time he was in a setting with such heavy drinking all around him. It was the social habit that was hardest to break, and that indeed prove to be quite difficult althrough the evening. 

But these were grown ass adults playing truth or dare, for god's sake. How did it even get to this? Was this how silly they'd always acted when a bit tipsy, and only now that he was seeing it all clear-headed he found it a bit too funny.

He spotted a group chatting to the side and joined them, keeping his eyes on his lovie from afar.

She was so beautiful. He couldn't deny he enjoyed seeing her so carefree and giggly. Made him feel all warm inside, and it made this whole evening worth it, with all the anxiety and stress that came along with it for him. He was paying attention to the conversation the group he'd joined was having, trying to keep himself occupied but when he heard a lot of oohs and aahs he turned to look at the group playing truth or dare once more.

Dean, was it?- had apparently agreed to a dare. Lizz, the woman to his left squinted at him playfully, plotting for an appropriate one. Harry realized they were all a bit tipsy, not just his Y/N. Actually, he may as well have been the only sober one there. It was well into the night by now. Past 11pm. And apart from being fairly bored he was getting quite tired. He would wait for her to play a round as to not come off as rude and then they would take their leave. "I dare you... to give the person on your right a hickey," Lizz's eyes glistened and Harry straightened up at that immediately, turning his back to the group he'd joined.

This Dean guy turned towards Y/N and raised his eyebrows at her suggestively and Harry was seeing this all unfold in front of his eyes as if in slow motion. Y/N just looked at the man, dumbfounded and then scanned the group seeing everyone eagerly awaiting for it to happen, so she just extended her neck towards him, gathering all her hair to the side, granting him access, and squeezing her eyes shut, smilingly.

Was she... enjoying this?

The second the man's lips touched her skin he turned away, rushing to get away from the scene unfolding in front of him.

He found a bathroom and locked himself inside, panting heavily. He wasn't feeling well. He could see red in front of him, that's how out of it he felt. He downed the coke he had in his glass and then placed it on the bathroom counter a little bit too forcefully by the sound it made, but he was hearing it all muffled. He looked at himself in the mirror and he almost couldn't recognize himself. Turning the faucet on, he splashed cold water and slapped his face lightly, shaking his head.

What was happening? It felt like he was having a panic attack.

He hadn't felt like this since...

He shook his head again. No. This wasn't happening again. He wouldn't allow himself to go in that dark place again.

He held the edge of the counter to stop his hands from shaking, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grasp. He needed to get it together. Because all he could think of was rushing back in there and knocking out that son of a bitch in one swift motion.

And her smile... that was the worst of it. He squeezed his eyes shut. Why did she smile like that?

He needed a drink so badly.

"Harry?" He snapped his eyes open, unaware of how long he'd been in there. Then he heard her voice again, more softly. "Baby, are you in there? Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah. Be right out," he cleared his throat. He wasn't ready to get out of that bathroom, he didn't trust himself. But he had to, he couldn't hide in there forever. He splashed some more water on his face, took a few deep breaths and then emerged only to see her waiting for him propped against the wall outside the bathroom.

"Harry, oh no... you look so pale. What's wrong?"

"I'm just... not feeling too well. Can we leave, please?" She tried getting closer to him but he closed his eyes taking a halfstep back.

It took her aback, he noticed, but she didn't say anything. "Ok. I'll just get my purse."

"I'll get the car started."

She turned back to give him a worried look. "Aren't you gonna say goodbye?"

"I'd rather we just left... I'm not up for it," he mumbled, looking away.

She wanted to say something, he could tell, but she decided against it and went to get her things as he rushed for the front door, making a run for it almost. The moment he stepped foot outside he gasped for fresh air.

Good. He was out of there. Nobody got hurt. He could do this.

God. He needed a drink so badly.

He avoided eye contact when Y/N finally got into the car and he drove right off. She didn't ask him anything, didn't try to talk to him.

Was she feeling guilty?

The scene kept replaying in his head, that jerk's mouth closing in on the delicate skin of her neck. And her smilingly offering the side of her neck up to him.

He glanced over to her and could actually see the hickey. The car swerved and Y/N yelped in shock "Harry!"

He pulled himself together enough to drive them home safely, but he was losing it.

After they got inside the house Y/N remained by the door watching him pace around, trying to busy himself. He was visibly shaking and he was trying to hide it but before he could head for the bedroom to undress and jump into the shower he caught his hand in hers and stopped him in his tracks "Harry. Talk to me. What's going on?"

He couldn't look at her. He knew he was overreacting. That much he was aware of. It was just a silly party game. It didn't mean anything. But it was incredibly triggering to him. And he couldn't help the visceral reaction he was having to it.

"I'm not well, Y/N," he said, his voice small. "I'm trying to get my shit together... but I just can't."

"You're shaking," she pointed out whisperingly. "You're worrying me. Please talk to me... Tell me what's wrong."

He finally looked into her eyes and what she saw appeared to have sobered her up completely. "Baby," she got closer but was still mindful of his personal space, still holding his hand with both of hers. "What's happening? You're scaring me... please."

He exhaled shakily and looked away again; after a beat he finally reached over to her hair and pulled it all to one side, mimicking her gesture from earlier, exposing the hickey. His eyes darkened looking at it unobscured now.

Her breath caught, "Harry... Wait. Wait, you saw that?... I looked for you as soon as it was over and you... you weren't there... and I realized how that must've looked to you and I was so relieved when I saw you weren't there and I just... I didn't know how to react... I didn't want to be a party pooper, I didn't think it through--"

"You smiled."

She blinked at him confusedly. "Huh?"

"When he was doing it. You smiled," his voice was coming off as if strangled, he didn't recognize it coming out of his mouth.

"Baby, no. What? I was just playing along! What are you saying?"

He just looked at her and smiled a humourless smile. "I know it's silly. It's just a game, right? I know all that. It's just a hickey on a dare at a stupid party with tipsy people having a bit of harmless fun. But it did something to me, and I can't help it. I had to run away before I jumped the guy. I wanted to... God." He squeezed his eyes shut, "I haven't felt like this in so long. And I thought it was all behind me."

Y/N's eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "No! No, baby, no. It's ok! It's ok! You're just jealous, alright? It's who you are. You're possessive. Doesn't mean anything!"

"Yes it does," he grimaced. "And you know it." He pulled his hand out of her grasp and took a step back. "I'll never get better." He could feel his own tears welling up.

"No..."

He shook his head and could feel tears blurring his vision completely so he just let them drop heavily on their own accord. "I'll never get better. This is who I am."

"Stop!"

He kept shaking his head walking backwards away from her until his back hit a wall when he was forced to stop and she rushed toward him, cupping his face in between her palms. "No! Listen to me! That's not who you are! It's not! Because you didn't do anything! You hear me?" She tried searching his eyes but he wouldn't make eye contact "You ran into that bathroom and you snapped yourself out of it and you were in control of the situation! You didn't let it get the best of you! You're in control, Harry!"

"I wanted a drink" he cut her off, shaking his head as she tried keeping him still. "I wanted a drink so desperately..." he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling more tears fall down his cheeks and she thumbed them away lovingly, cooing him and shushing him.

"You're fine. You made it. It's alright."

"It's just that... it was so triggering..."

"I know, baby, I know," she pulled him into her arms and he slumped against her, crying in earnest now/ "You're safe now. It's all behind you. You did it, you were in control. You did so good, baby." she pulled back a bit and kissed all over his face, kissed his silent tears away and stroked the back of his head until he stopped shaking. "I would never do anything to upset you, nothing to make you jealous. You know that, right? I love you."

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she wondered if he purposely chose her right side, the untainted side. "I know," he mumbled. "Rationally.. I know. But the way you smiled kept repeating in my head, on a loop..."

"I was just..."

"I know!" He squeezed her to his chest, possessively, "I know. But still... I couldn't help how jealous it made me feel. How possessive. I can't stand it. Him touching you... anyone touching you..."

"It'll never happen again. No matter the circumstances. I promise," she carefully snaked her hands around his neck and tried her luck for a kiss. He didn't fight it. In fact, he urgented the kiss immediately.

"I need you," he told her in between frantic kisses and she nodded her head, their mouths desperate for one another.

"Have me, Harry. I'm yours. Never doubt that."

He groaned, turning on his heels and pressing her against the wall instead. "Mine. Mine. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he managed in between kisses.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just--"

"Shh. Enough talking. I was on edge the whole evening. Never wanted to leave in the first place," he pulled away and looked at her, taking in her Halloween makeup and letting his lips quirk up a bit but then when he reached her eyes his own saddened again seeing how her winged eyeliner had gotten smudged with tears. "Did I ruin our evening completely? Should we not? I don't want to do anything if--"

"No! Please. This is us, Harry. This is how we communicate too, alright? I need this just as much as you do. I'm yours. I want to show it to you. Let me show it to you. Ok? Can I? Can I, daddy?"

"Fuck," he cursed, closing his eyes and going back in for a searing kiss. "Yes. Yes. It's us."

"Want you to show me who I belong to," she reached a hand in between the two of them and pressed it against his crotch, happy to find him ready and wanting. "God, I need you," she mewled. "Please, daddy."

She meant to get on her knees but he stopped her. He couldn't wait to get inside her, he wasn't in the mood for teasing. He unbuckled his belt, freeing himself rapidly and pushed her skirt up past her waist. Her heels would aid his access and he kicked her legs apart, pulling the crotch of her panties to the side and feeling her up. "Fuck. Always so ready for me, aren't you sweetheart?"

He grabbed one of her thighs bringing her leg over his hipbone, she grabbed his cock lining it up with her entrance and he sunk into her without preamble. It was a very tight fit, and it sent painful shockwaves through her core. Wet as she was, he was still large and she always needed to be properly warmed up by him before actual penetration. There would be none of that tonight though. After a few deliberate thrusts, her pain rapidly turned into pleasure and she moaned loudly, throwing her head back and bumping it a bit too harshly against the wall behind her.

"Yes, yes! Oh God!"

He brought his other hand to her neck then, squeezing tightly at the sides, his thumb pressing into the tender spot inhabited by the hickey and she gasped in pain. "Say you're mine. Tell me you love me."

"Yours, always. Only you. I love you, daddy. So much," her voice grew fainter, his fingers pushing into her throat more and more and then he kissed her harshly, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth and making sure he stole all of her breath away. By the time he pulled back she was sufficiently light headed to slump against him and he pulled out, turning them around again and throwing her over the edge of the sofa near them. He pushed her front further down into the cushion and propped her ass up, her waist snug against the armrest, and impaled her again, making her groan.

His pace was punishing. He didn't know where he summoned the energy from, but he was relentless. She felt so good around him, her words had been so reassuring. He felt safe. He felt like he was in control, like she'd said. He could reign it in. He could fight his primal tendencies. He still wanted to punch that fucking bastard, but he recognized that he could control his actions even if he couldn't control his feelings of jealousy and possessiveness. He loved her. She was his. He couldn't stand the thought of another man touching her like that. Where did being human stop and where did his violent streak begin? He didn't know, but she was right. He'd been in control.

And he was in control now. She let him be in control. She gave this to him, trusted him, always put herself in his palms like putty trusting him to take care of her, to push her to the brink and then catch her when she fell.

"So good. So good for me, sweetheart," he pulled away and kneeled in between her thighs, pushing them further apart and burrowing his face against her wet cunt.

"Oh god!"

He held her by her thighs, pulling her flush against his face, eating her out like a man starved. He needed her to come, needed her to let go. He'd been so close, he had to reign it in.

"That's it," he slapped her ass soundly. "Drench me, baby, want you coming all over my face. And then I'll have you coming all over my cock," he slapped her ass again and again and kneaded her cheeks in his palms as he pushed his tongue inside her, throwing her off the edge.

When she came down from her high he kicked his pants off along with his briefs and sat on the sofa, and he fully intended to grab her from underneath her arms and scoop her into his lap but she was quicker. Still propped over the armrest, she grabbed a hold of his painfully hard cock and got her mouth on him. He humoured her for a bit but finally tugged her hair and yanked her off of him. "Fuck baby, you're too good. I want to finish inside you. Get up here."

On shaky legs, she straddled him on the couch and he sank into the backrest, letting her move over him and love on him the way she wanted. He enjoyed her slower pace, the deep kisses, enjoyed mouthing at her breasts and her tugging at his hair but soon he was on edge again, and he'd promised her he'd make her come again. "Touch yourself, darling. Come on. Show daddy how you rub that pussy."

She moaned, throwing her head back and doing as instructed and his eyes darkened again seeing her bruised flesh. He groaned, grabbing her hips and slamming into her, getting impossibly deep inside her. "Oh my god! Oh god, oh god! Fuck! Daddy, don't stop!"

"Never!" He gritted his teeth. "Want you to feel me for days, never forget whose you are."

"Yours," she mewled, her kitten ears having fallen off her head at one point, her drawn on whiskers smudged. She was perfect. And she was his.

"Mine. All mine. Come for daddy, baby. Show me what a good girl you are."

"Yes! Please! Fuck!"

As soon as he felt her clenching around him he let go, pressing her against his groin and letting her milk him for all he was worth. "God, I love you."

She slumped against him, pushing him into the backrest, both panting heavily. "I love you too, so much. Never doubt it again. Alright?" She lazily pulled back a bit to look him in the eye.

He nodded solemnly, "I never did. I just... want to be worthy of your love. Never want to disappoint you again..."

"I never want to disappoint you again, either," she searched his eyes. "But this is the only way we can do it. Together. Talking. Communicating. Loving eachother. Ok? Never try to hide from me. It's us."

He kissed her, squeezing her flush against him. "It's us."

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DREAAAA.... I just read the DI Harry blurb and I HAVE NO WORDS.... Everytime I think it can't get better IT FUCKING DOES!!!! SUCH A GREAT PIECE!!!!

While reading that I kinda thought of what it would be like to help DI Harry shave??? Like you'll just be sitting on the counter , water running behind you and THE MAN in front of you between your legs. And you're just helping him shave... the vibes of it.... It'll be such a intimate yet sweet / domestic moment. Am I the only one who thinks this is sexy??? Anywaysss my brain's just going too far thinking abt this. LOOKING FORWARD TO READING THE NEXT PART OF DI ISSUES.!! HAVE A GOOD DAY HON!!!

this was requested in march 😅 hope you're still around to read it hun!

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Intimate (word count: 2.5k)

“Shhhh! Stop that!”

“Whaaat?”

“Stop smiling, I’m gonna nick you!”

Harry threw his head back, laughing “How is shushing me meant to keep me from smiling? You silly girl…” he dipped his head back towards yours and you pulled away just before he got shaving cream all over you, which was obviously his plan

You were sat on the bathroom counter and he stood between your legs, and you’d only gotten as far as lathering up the shaving cream over his face. Turns out he looked quite funny whilst still managing to look dashing, and it was you that started laughing first. After which he couldn’t stop from smiling himself at how amused you were by all this, and everytime you raised your hand holding the razor firmly, you pulled back and giggled some more

“Ok Santa, hold still”

Harry gasped in mock offence “Santa?”

“Well what else am I gonna call you with that "white beard" and near red lips? Look at the silver in your sideburns” you curled a strand of his hair around your left index finger, you were absolutely head over heels about it unbeknownst to him “... so, if the shoe fits?”

Harry slapped your left thigh at that without missing a beat, you were only wearing your panties and one of his t-shirts you always slept in and it’d really stung, especially coming out of nowhere “Ow! What are you punishing me for?! I’ve been a good girl all year, Santa” you pouted

Harry cackled, the tone of it hiding a warning in there, somewhere “Ohhh, but I beg to differ. I have a list of all the times you’ve been naughty” his eyes darkened and your breath hitched seeing his demeanour switch but he cleared his throat and pulled back a bit “But let’s save that conversation for another time, hm? Where were we?”

You smiled coyly and ran the razor under hot water again before bringing it to the side of his face once more, still hesitating.

“...Y/N?”

“Yeah…” you cleared your throat “Sorry. I’m just a bit scared, this looks really sharp. Nothing like my disposable razors”

Harry then grabbed your wrist gently, and looking straight into your eyes he pushed your hand towards the side of his face, pressing the razorblade against his skin and dragging it downwards towards his jawline.

Your eyes widened at the amount of pressure he was applying “Woah. That’s… Ok” you inspected his face while he ran the razor under hot water before placing it back in your hand. You could’ve sworn he must’ve scrapped his skin off but there was nothing but a smooth surface left behind, no traces of blood whatsoever.

“C’mon baby. I don’t break that easily” he winked at you and you huffed. This was not the right time for him to be turning you on. You needed a clear mind to perform what looked like brain surgery on him using the sharpest scalpel.

“Ok” you inhaled “Here goes” 

Just when you were about to have the blade touch his skin next to the stripe he’d cleared, he screamed in pain and pulled away, covering his face, and you screamed in return, dropping the razor and covering your mouth in horror “Oh my god!!! Harry! Let me see!”

He removed his hands from over his face, and laughed at your panicked face, he’d not even touched the shaving cream and you had half a mind of running your hands all over it and pressing it into his eyes preferably so that it would sting like a motherfucker “You jerk!!! I can’t believe you just did that!”

You wanted to slide off the countertop but he kept you firmly in place, not removing himself from in between your legs and grabbing your waist. You swatted at his naked chest, once again trying not to get distracted by how it felt like hitting a wall of steel even if you weren’t really putting all your strength into it “The fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Ah, c’mon. Was just having a bit of fun”

“At my expense! Shave your own damn beard, I’m done with this shit. Let me go”

Harry pouted playfully “Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get that upset over it. How about I make it up to you, would you consider going through with it then?”

You raised an eyebrow “Make it up to me, how?”

“Well you mentioned your disposable razors were dull, how about I gave you the premium experience? And maybe that way you’d stop being so afraid of sharp blades, too”

“Dunno if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly sporting a stubble”

The corners of his lips quirked up and you couldn’t get used to how red his lips looked in contrast to the white cream surrounding them “Well, you are in between waxes, aren’t you?” he peeked at your crotch and you gasped

“Oh, hell no!”

He chuckled, “Why not?”

“‘Cause… Harry!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before” he shrugged “Up close” 

His trademark smirk was making you consider this but then you huffed “I don’t want it growing in coarser”

“It won’t. That’s just a myth, you know”

You furrowed your brows “I don’t wanna know how you know that. But, regardless. I’m not letting you shave my pussy”

“I’ll be careful, baby, don’t you trust me?”

“No, I know you will… I just… it’s…”

“Intimate” he said, touching the tip of his nose to yours and giving you a little eskimo kiss “I wanna do this for you, wanna pamper my girl. Can I?”

You averted his gaze, you knew how intense it got when he spoke to you in that low voice of his that was twisting your insides “Ohkay…”

He puckered his lips and gave the tip of your nose a real peck “Thank you. And then, if you feel more confident you can finish shaving me, if not, I’ll do it myself, ok? Whatever you’re comfortable with”

“Ok” you smiled at him and he smiled back, stepping away to retrieve the razor, removing the blade and searching for a new, clean one. You squirmed a bit before removing your panties and he urged you to scoot further back on the countertop until you were touching the mirror behind you, and he planted your feet on the margin

“Really wanna give it a kiss too but I’m guessing I should maybe apply some shaving cream the traditional way” he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes out of embarrassment 

He lathered the cream in between his clean palms and then proceeded to distribute it all over your mound and labia and down towards your ass. You squirmed under his touch and he peeked a glance at you “Is my baby getting all shy over this? Can’t believe you let me do filthy things to this pussy and this is what makes you blush”

You covered your face, grinning like an idiot and kicked his shoulder playfully “Oh, shut up” 

“You’re lucky you’re covered in shaving cream, sweetheart, otherwise I’d make you shut up, hm? Now hold still for me, grab your ankles, don’t want you making any sudden movements while I operate, ok?”

You scoffed, without being able to hide your grin anymore. You watched him run the razor under hot water and then studied the crease between his brows as he dipped between your legs and saw him reach for the top of your mound “Wait. What are you doing?”

He looked up at you “I thought it was self explanatory”

“No, I mean, why are you starting from up here?”

“Isn’t that how we started on my face?”

“Yeah but that’s… different”

“How is it different?”

Now that you were thinking about it, you realized he was showing you how to shave him going downwards towards his jawline “Wait, you shave with the grain?”

“Of course”

“What?” you laughed “That’s crazy! You’ll never get a smooth shave!”

“Does it not look smooth to you?” he turned his face to the side so that you could inspect the clear stripe on his cheek “It’s a very close shave, darling, that’s why the blade’s so sharp. You never shave against the grain, that’s what leads to bumps and cuts. Now, would you allow the artist to worry about the artwork?”

You were left a bit speechless at that. You’d been waxing for a long time, but whenever you’d had to shave you’d done it against the grain, and he was right, you’d always ended up with razorbumps. So maybe he was onto something.

“You follow the direction of hair growth and then at the end, if necessary, you can go in horizontal swipes, but never against it. Hm. Turns out this is quite the package for you, isn’t it sweetheart? Pampered and educated. And at the end of it all, as a reward for being such a good pupil, thoroughly fucked” he added that last bit in a low voice, as he was concentrating on holding your skin taut in certain areas, and then rinsing the razor under the water from time to time.

Your breath hitched in anticipation, you could already feel yourself getting wet since before he even mentioned anything happening. Just standing there spread eagled like that for him was getting you hot, since your body was used to the pleasure it’d be receiving whenever you were in that position in front of him.

“Oof, baby, gonna have me needing to reapply some cream if you don’t behave. You’re dripping, pretty girl”

You bit your lower lip and he made eye contact with you, and you felt yourself gush even more when he smirked at you, visibly happy to be having such an effect on you whilst doing nothing particularly sexual

The feel of the blade against you yielded by his hand felt very good. A bit too good. Mixed with the idea of how easily he could hurt you, but having all the confidence that he won’t… it was a very heady experience.

His hot breath on your naked core felt amazing, and his focused gaze directly on your most intimate parts under bright bathroom lights should’ve made you feel insecure, but it didn’t. You’d been a bit shy at the beginning, but as minutes passed, you found yourself enjoying the experience more and more. Harry was right. It felt nice, the intimacy of him doing this for you. Before you knew it, he ran a washcloth under warm water and patted off all the excess cream. 

You were expecting his handiwork, quite impressed by how smooth it looked. Almost as if you’d waxed, it was a really close shave and before you could comment on it your eyes trailed further away from your own body and landed on his very obvious erection he was sporting in his boxers.

You were surprised, because he’d been so collected and hadn’t looked like you’d been affecting him the same way you normally would while splayed in front of him like that. But he’d kept his cool, careful to focus his attention on the task at hand and not his most primal reactions.

You felt overwhelmed with love for this man.

You watched him switch the blade for a new one and reached your hand out for it. He looked at you and smiled, handing it over to you and resuming his place in between your legs now that you’ve scooted back to sitting on the edge. The cool marble top was very nice against your very hot core, and you also felt how wet you’d gotten. But you could keep it together, just like he’d done. 

And then let him ravish you.

But for now, you leaned in to kiss his collarbone and then began shaving him, finally. Tentative at first, but you remembered the pressure he’d applied on both himself and you, and you felt more confident to replicate his actions. It felt very satisfying seeing how smooth you left the skin in the blade’s wake, a sign that you were doing a good job. You were very aware of how closely he was watching your eyes and the way you were focusing on doing it right, and you tried not to let it get to you. He could be quite intense at times. 

Before you knew it, you were done. Harry rarely shaved fully, most of the time he just trimmed to a stubble but every now and then he liked to go clean shaven for a few days. You couldn’t make up your mind which you preferred better. He looked so different with and without facial hair. 

Shaving it off seemed to take a few years off his face as well. He still looked extremely manly but when he flashed those dimples he had an almost boyish look about him that you found unbearably cute. You’d seen pics of Harry in his early twenties, and while he didn’t look much different, the one thing you always noted was that impish quality about him. 

After you patted his face with a damp washcloth, and tapped aftershave lotion onto his skin, he immediately cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a tender kiss. It always felt so novel kissing him bare-faced like that, and the smell of aftershave was sending you spinning. You’d always been such a goner for masculine fragrances.

He licked into your mouth and you hummed in appreciation, grabbing his hips and bringing him flush against your naked core. You let out a desperate mewl when he pressed himself just right against you and you were just about to reach and pull him out of his briefs when he kneeled in front of you and pulled your thighs further apart

“Tsk. What a messy girl” he said before licking you in one long stripe from bottom upwards and you whined

“Please, daddy. Don’t tease…”

He pressed his smooth mouth against your pussy, shaking his head slowly from side to side and you felt like you would black out

“Just making sure I didn’t miss any spots” he mumbled in between sloppily sucking your lips in between his and then finally dipping to push his tongue inside you, making you clutch onto his messy curls 

“Please!”

He grabbed just above the crease of your ass as he really went to town, then. You were so ready for him and so turned on that you came embarrassingly fast, nearly slipping off the counter, what with all your juices dripping underneath you. 

But when he finally stood back up and pushed his boxers hastily down his legs, you knew you weren’t done yet. And when he pushed into you and you finally saw the look in his eyes and that hint of boyish mischief, your arousal coating his shiny lips, you knew you weren’t anywhere near done “Don’t worry, Santa can go fuck himself, I like my naughty girl getting proper dirty for her daddy.”

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Just did 2,5 hours of garden work and I need DI to come and give me a massage 😭😭 my back is going to be KILLING me later I know it

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Spanking for good measure (word count: 700)

Harry peeked his head through the window giving you a stern look when you felt his eyes on you and looked up at him "Haven't you been there the whole afternoon?"

You sat back on your heels and brushed the hair out of your face with the back of your gloved hand "Yeah. I suppose I must have"

He pulled back the window curtain and you resumed your work tending to your new garden. You were determined to have this be a success although you knew little to nothing about gardening, but you were a quick learner. It was a passion project of yours that you'd gotten into very randomly, but you spent hours doing diligent research so you were fairly confident it would turn out fine. Hopefully.

You heard Harry head your way so you turned slightly to watch him approach you with a tall glass of what appeared to be lemonade. You realised you hadn't had a sip of water in literal hours and suddenly were feeling quite parched so when he handed it to you, you grabbed it with both hands and started gulping it down "Whoa. Slow down, darling; it's really cold, and you're really hot. Wouldn't want you coming down with laryngitis"

You looked up at him, he was standing tall over you with his hands at his hips, obstructing the sun and providing shade, although the sun had started going down and wasn't burning as harshly anymore "That's not how you get laryngitis"

He exhaled audibly through his nose "Ok, smarty pants. Come on, up you get" his words were lighthearted but his tone wasn't. He seemed quite annoyed with you, actually.

"I'm not done yet" you said after finishing off the glass and handing it back to him. He took your glass and held his other hand outstretched for you

"You've been sitting here all day in the sun, no water, no shade, not even a cap on your head. Have you even thought of putting on spf?"

"I... well, I didn't realise I'd--"

He wiggled his fingers impatiently "Yeah. I thought so. Let's go. The garden isn't going anywhere, It'll still be here tomorrow"

You furrowed your brows and reluctantly took his hand and he pulled you up like you weighed nothing, making you squeal. You lost your footing though, feeling quite lightheaded and he pressed you to his side protectively "I guess I... I might have overdone it a bit"

He slowly walked you to the house, his voice going softer "Should've checked on you. Got caught up with work in my office and didn't realise you'd stayed out there the whole day. What were you thinking, sweetheart? Hm? Come on let's get you on the sofa, I'll make us dinner"

"Not really hungry" you whined "Feeling kinda nauseous actually"

"You better not get sun poisoning or so help me god, Y/N…" his voice was back to being irritated "Honestly... you should know better" he had you sit on the sofa, placed the glass on the coffee table and helped you stretch out, sitting on the edge next to you and checking your forehead for signs of a fever

"Sorry, daddy" you pouted "Was excited and lost track of time... "

"You're like a child sometimes, I swear" he huffed "Bratty little thing" he added, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips

You smiled at him and tried stretching a bit, trying to get more comfortable, groaning at how your muscles ached "Ugh, I certainly don't feel like a child. Feel like a bed ridden grandma, I'm sore all over"

"Serves you right" he smushed your cheeks together between his thumb and the rest of his fingers and pecked your pout "I'm cooking dinner and you're gonna eat, like a good girl. And then, if you finish your plate I'll run a bath for us and massage your back. How's that sound?"

You smiled, making him loosen his grip on your cheeks "Sounds like I might be in love with you"

"Hmph. Maybe a little spanking too for good measure then"

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So, Cricket World Cup is going on, I live and breathe that game lol and I happen to have a massive crush on this cricketer, he is quite literally the 🐐 of the game and on 23rd he played the greatest knock of his career in front of 90,000+ spectators in Australia, and it changed the whole trajectory of my life, I am suddenly a way more positive and fun person than I was before I witnessed that magic 🤣 and my fiance who is also a massive fan of the game has started showing signs of jealously with my celebrity crush,because I gush on him so much lmao. I love when my fiance gets jealous, it makes him hotter.

So, I was wondering if Y/N has a celebrity crush. Maybe some actor? What if she is watching some movie on a weekend with Harry and happens to have a crush on the lead actor (childhood celeb crush) I am pretty sure it will not go well with DI Harry 🤣🤣 I am dying to see his reaction, I am sure even if she is not as crazy as I am, he will still not like the idea of her gushing on another man celeb or not.

harry grimaced when you suggested it "a musical? i don't know..."

"oh come on, that's not the point. it's supposed to be a really good movie! got a ton of oscars"

you watched him mull it over while he was waiting for the popcorn to pop, and then just decided to search for la la land on netflix since he wasn't exactly saying no to your proposition, either.

he finally made his way to the couch and sat on his designated spot, waiting for you to cuddle into his side before pulling the throw blanket over you. he never used it himself, he was kind of a living breathing furnace, but you- you were always cold.

he then placed the popcorn bowl on his lap and finally glanced at the tv and scoffed "oh, alright. i see how this is"

you pouted "I mean, you didn't say no to it, so i just decided to search for it but we can watch something else, harry. it's fine"

"not what i meant" he singsonged to himself and you pulled away a bit, inspecting his features

"what are you on about?"

harry raised an eyebrow at you and smirked at your apparently genuine confusedness "you gonna act all innocent? like you're picking this movie for any other reason than the male lead?"

"the wha-- what, ryan gosling? you think i picked this movie 'cause he stars in it?"

"i mean, he was in that movie we went to see back home. the one you tricked me into watching"

you stared at him, mouth agape in mock offense "i did not! may i remind you, you surprised me and took me to see the notebook"

"ah! but i didn't know it'd be the notebook, did i?"

you squinted your eyes at him "your point?"

harry shrugged and began picking at the kernels "'m just saying. you got a crush on him or summat?"

you let out an incredulous laugh "are you serious right now?"

harry sighed dramatically "just play the movie. i'll allow it. no kink shaming in this house"

"as i live and breathe..." you beamed

"--before i change my mind."

"you're actually jealous"

"...these need more salt"

"you're adorable" you kissed the corner of his mouth and settled back into his side

"mhm. this guy better work his charm because i'm not wasting any time on foreplay afterwards" he then kissed the top of your head tenderly, a stark contrast to the tone of his voice and his heated warning

you bit your lower lip, swallowing a comeback. instead you whispered loud enough for him to hear over the opening credits "yes, daddy"

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How about DI Harry with a breeding kink 👀

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

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Harry has a breeding kink (word count: 2.3k)

Harry was acting… strange.

You thought it was because his friends’ newborn baby had been quite fussy while you were out for lunch, and maybe it’d irritated him. He’d wanted you to meet them and so you arranged to meet at this quaint little café, sitting out at the terrace, but his poor friends had to take turns trying to pacify the baby the whole time, even left briefly taking turns walking around with him for a while only to have him start crying the minute they put him back down in his pram.

At one point, they’d even joked saying maybe you should try holding him just to try out your luck, and although you’d been reluctant to do so, having had no experience with babies ever since your brother, what with your significant age gap, when you took the baby in your arms it stopped crying for some inexplicable reason.

Harry even helped you hold him properly, positioned the baby so that you were supporting his head while you held him to your chest and then he just… went silent for the rest of the lunch date.

You hadn’t even really noticed it, because now that the baby was content napping in your arms, and his parents could finally grab a bite to eat and talk to Harry (or at Harry, considering his silence), you couldn’t find it in yourself to try and put him back in the pram. And if you were being honest, it felt quite nice. He was warm and chubby and he smelled like newborn baby, and as long as he didn’t drool or, worse, throw up on you, you found you quite enjoyed holding him.

At one point he eventually opened his eyes and you thought he was going to start crying again but you just smiled at him and he seemed to like it. He reached out for a strand of your hair and you gently unclasped his little fist from it, because you knew he’d eventually start yanking it, you’d seen him doing it to his mother, but as soon as he let go of your hair he grabbed onto your index finger and you were surprised at the force he had when he squeezed it.

He eventually lost interest in that too, and his eyes landed on something much more appealing to him. He let go of your finger, and you were thankful for it- it was already tingling, the blood flow slowly recovering- but then when you felt his clammy little hand yank at your cleavage you gasped as he pulled it down far enough to expose your lacey bra.

His mom immediately ran to your aid, and everyone made light of the situation joking that he’d seen your cleavage and remembered it was supper time- everyone but Harry, that is, who just sat and looked at you funny.

So now, after the car ride that had been unusually quiet, you flinched when you heard him shut the front door with a loud thud, having used more force than necessary. You didn’t get to turn around before he bent to your ear from behind you, his voice low “I want you to go to the bedroom and wait for daddy like a good girl, ok, baby?”

You nodded, not daring to turn around, you knew better than to do anything else other than what he’d told you to whenever he was in this mood.

You rushed to the bedroom, stopped by the ensuite real quick to freshen up a bit, then stripped down to your lingerie since he always wanted to be the one to take it off of you. You then got under the covers and waited for him, mindful not to touch yourself under any condition. Those were the rules.

You hadn’t expected him to want to play, he’d seemed so off that you were sure he was going to tell you how lunch had been tiring what with all the baby’s crying, but as soon as you’d gotten into the car he just turned on the radio and the first words he’d spoken had been those he’d used earlier, instructing you to go wait for him in the bedroom.

You always loved it when he got more dominant than usual, and judging by the tone in his voice he was definitely in a mood.

By the time he reached the bedroom, he’d already unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off while approaching the bed, his hands going for his belt next.

“Is my baby all comfy?” his words were sweet but the sharp edge to his voice was anything but

You nodded, bracing yourself on your elbows and watching him get fully naked. He was so hard, it almost looked painful.

“What did I tell you about using your words?”

Your eyes widened, his deep harsh voice snapping you out of your reverie “Sorry, daddy! I got lost for a moment there… looking at you… you’re so hot” you squirmed under the blanket

He grabbed the duvet and yanked it off you in one swift motion, earning a squeal. The smirk on his face made you relax a bit, but you were still on edge, you always were when he was like this

He straddled you, his thighs on either side of your torso, holding you in place. His cock was right there, proud and leaking in front of you. You could’t help but whimper needily

“What’s the matter, baby? See something you like?”

“Please, daddy, can I touch you?”

“No. No, today daddy wants to bury himself deep inside of that tight little cunt of yours. Wanna make it last, so no, you don’t get to touch me. All you gotta do is be a good little slut for daddy and let me do what I please with you, hm? My little pillow princess. How’s that sound?”

“I”ll have you any way you want, daddy. Love your cock”

“Gonna play with you a bit first. I love every bit of you. Look at those perfect tits. Take’em out for me, will you, baby?”

You made quick work of your bra and threw it to the side, then Harry grabbed you from under your arms and maneuvered you so that you were straddling him now in turn “I love it when you dangle them over my face like this, wanna suck at them all day long and never get tired. Want you to smother me with them. Fucking perfect” he groaned licking at your breasts holding them together in front of him and kneading them in his hands as he sucked on each nipple at a time. You tried your best to keep your balance over him but eventually you had to hold onto the headboard as he feasted on you. It felt so good that it made your knees buckle, but for once you cursed how tall he was because you were sitting over his butterfly tattoo, and instead, you wished you could grind over his cock while he was doing that.

“Love how your nipples get all swollen after I play with them” he pulled back a bit and just stared at them while he ran his thumbs over the buds. He then cleared his throat and glanced at you before staring back at your breasts adoringly “Can I tell you something?”

It wasn’t usual for him to turn all vulnerable while you played around, so you stiffened a bit, wondering what was prompting his change in demeanor “Of course”

“I just… can’t get it out of my mind, the way the baby tugged at your shirt. How perfect you looked holding him to your chest like that. Couldn’t help but imagine you nursing your own baby. Your breasts overflowing with milk… Is that weird?”

“Why would it be weird? It’s natural for men to get turned on by the prospect of a woman being fertile”

“And you’re definitely fertile” he glanced up at you again, his eyes hooded and his pupils visibly enlarged. He was really getting worked up over this “Don’t freak out. It’s just… hypothetical”

“I’m not freaking out” you were quick to reassure him. Besides, you weren’t hating the idea. Hypothetically. You bit your lower lip “Can I tell you something, too?”

He was quick to nod, the lust in his eyes was making it difficult to concentrate. He was still playing with your breasts, caressing them and tugging at your nipples from time to time and you couldn’t help but grind against his butterfly tattoo, desperate for some friction but you tried to word what you were about to say in a way that wouldn’t freak him out “Sometimes… when you cum deep inside of me, and you keep pumping it back inside of me… and then fuck me all over again…” he groaned while you were talking and you almost forgot what you were about to say, but you blinked rapidly, trying to gather your thoughts “I… I sometimes wish you would knock me up, make it catch. Mark me as yours…”

“Fuck, Y/N!” he almost cut you off

“Don’t freak out!”

“I’m not freaking out” he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you close to his face as he scooted upwards meeting you half way “You think I don’t think about that? Fuck! I think about it all the fucking time” he lounged for your mouth then, his tongue already searching for yours before your lips could even touch properly. You moaned into his mouth and he rolled you over, hovering over you “Do you really think about it, too?”

You bit your lower lip again, you could barely feel the sting after how ardently he’d kissed you “Yeah, I do. I’ve no plans to get off the pill anytime soon, so I know it’s not actually going to happen, but a part of me just… pushes aside all logic in the heat of the moment and wishes you’d…”

“Make you mine. In every sense of the word”

Your breath hitched “Fuck, Harry. Why does that sound so hot?”

He groaned “You’re fucking perfect, you know that? I’ve been meaning to tell you about how I fantasize about putting a baby in you for the longest time, but I didn’t want to freak you out”

“You’re not” you reassured him again “Because I know exactly what makes you feel like that. It’s primal. And it’s so hot, daddy” you reached to kiss him again and finally, finally he ground himself against your center making you writhe underneath him

He yanked your panties off of you and wasted no time sinking his middle and ring fingers inside of you, meeting no resistance. You were so worked up you were absolutely dripping for him.

“Look at you. So fucking perfect. Something about you… fuck me, I don’t know. You’re just so fucking breedable. Makes me want to fill you up again and again. Makes me fantasize about your hips widening and your breasts leaking, all because of me”

“Fuck, daddy! Fuck me, or else I swear I’m gonna cry. It’s too much. Please”

“Shhh, don’t cry baby, daddy’s gonna fuck you good. You need it, don’t you? Deep in your bones, you can’t deny it, your body is calling out to me. I could smell you a mile away, would recognize that perfect weeping little pussy from a thousand. It’s like you’re fucking made for me. Never felt like this about anyone else. Never been hard all day long around a woman like a fucking teenager desperate to cum like this, desperate to fill you up and make it stick”

“Daddy!” you almost screamed when he finally removed his fingers that have been pumping into you all this time and used his cock instead, with no preamble. You clawed onto him, it was like you couldn’t get close enough “Oh my God, I’m gonna come so hard for you! I’m already so close. Oh, fuck!”

He pressed his palm over your lower belly “Feel me here? Feel how deep I am?”

You nodded frantically “So deep. Fuck, you’re so big. I don’t know how you make it fit”

“You’re taking it so well for daddy” he cooed and then brought that same middle finger he’d used to your lips and you immediately sucked onto it, making his eyes roll back “It’s ‘cause your precious little pussy is desperate for my cum. Your body is just begging me to knock you up. Begging me to claim you. It speaks to me in ways I can’t explain, but I understand. And you understand too, don’t you baby? My perfect girl, my best girl”

You gasped as he increased speed, dropping his finger out of your mouth “Oh God, ohgodohgodohgod—”

“There she is, my sweet girl, God I love it when you come, you’re the prettiest little thing. You just love daddy’s cock that much, don’t you, baby? Come on then, come for daddy. Show me just how much, and I’ll fill you up to the brim, gonna give you all I’m worth” he delivered a quick slap over your clit then and that was what finally sent you over the edge.

Harry made good of his promise, riding out your orgasm as he chased his own release and you felt every single twitch of him inside of you, as well as heard him groan like never before, almost animalistically. It truly was primal, the need you both felt for each other. And it was so liberating to finally be on the same page with someone and be able to express your sexuality in ways you never even thought possible. Sex with Harry was never just sex. It was a kind of intimacy you’d never even dreamt of before. And this had proved to you yet again that you truly were made for each other.

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random concept imagine y/n sending this to DI harry to tease him and he d get all offended then fuck her into oblivion making her squirt on his cock then get all cocky and smirky about it😵‍💫

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A moment of silence (word count: 2.6k)

the moment you hit send you knew you were in deep trouble.

harry was an amazing guy. truly one of a kind. kind, considerate, charming, patient, funny, smart, handsome, creative and the list went on and on. he basically had all the qualities anyone would dream of in a man. you truly were lucky.

but harry didn't seem to consider himself a catch. he wasn't overly cocky about what he brought to the table, unlike most men with not even half of what he had going on.

what he did take pride in, though, was knowing how to please a woman. if there was one setting he seemed to feel most confident in, it was the bedroom. the man seemingly knew the female body like the back or his hand. honestly, he knew your body better than you understood how it worked yourself. he knew just what buttons to push to turn you to putty in his hands, knew how to make you absolutely feral with want and knew just how to coax the strongest, loudest orgasms out of you.

until he'd come along you never even knew you could experience such euphoric sensations. felt better than any high. and you were definitely addicted.

so when you sent that text to harry, reading "a moment of silence for all the well endowed men that have no idea how to use their equipment mainly because they think being big is enough. what a waste" you bit your lower lip already regretting it. what if he didn't get that it was a joke? well, it wasn't, but what you were alluding to, sending it to him, definitely was.

you were at the office when you sent it, and the rest of the day you squirmed in your seat, checking your phone knowing full well you'd hear it if it chimed. he never texted back. which is why you knew he hadn't found it funny.

you didn't try and make it clear that it was a joke either, somehow fearing it'd only make it worse. you just decided to give him space since he obviously was irritated by it and figured he'd reach out when he was over being butthurt by your text. because, yes, initially you did feel bad about it, after all, it was in poor taste- the man took care of your needs and put them first, made sure you were thoroughly satisfied each time, and then you go and joke about it?- not your proudest moment

but then again, it was a joke. obviously. he knew how much you enjoyed your sex life together, there was no reason to take it personally and not see it for what it was: A Joke ™️

so you'd gotten over feeling guilty and began feeling irritated by his lack of reply throughout the day. you were doing your night time skincare routine and still no word from him, which was bordering on childish behaviour on his part. and maybe, maybe - a little voice inside your head insisted- just maybe you were a bit childish yourself, not to say anything for the remaining of the day when clearly he was upset.

so what if the man had his ego? lord knows he deserved to be cocky about it.

you knew you had to do something, you couldn't very well let the day pass like this- it'd never happened before and this is when you hated that you lived in different towns the most. you couldn't see eachother as often as you'd have liked, and couldn't have conversations that would be way less awkward in person than over the phone.

you pulled your electric tooth brush out of your mouth, turning it off. was that the front door? you waited for a beat and when nothing happened, you resumed your brushing. but just as soon as your turned it on again you heard the same noise and this time walked over to your door, just to check. you weren't allowing your mind to even consider it. no way he'd--

"harry?!" you swallowed the toothpaste that you'd yet to spit out and hurried to unlock the door after you saw him through your peephole "baby, what a surprise!" you smiled wide, although your voice was cracking. one look at him and you knew how this was going to go down. it sent chills down your spine

no sooner did he step inside that he kicked the door shut behind him and began toeing off his shoes while his hands went for his belt "hands and knees. go"

you felt the air leave your lungs in a sharp gasp but, for some reason, you only felt more emboldened to play the innocent when you heard his gravely voice utter those words "don't i get a kiss? i missed you..." you yourself couldn't believe your bravery when you took a step closer and tiptoed to reach his mouth. he was unbuttoning his shirt by now

"so that's how you're gonna play it?" he raised an eyebrow, his voice low but he didn't let you close in the space to kiss him "a right brat, through and through" his nostrils flared and you could almost feel his blood pressure rising

"harry..." you whined, sealing in your death sentence seemingly by the look in his eyes

"there's no harry tonight, darling. just your daddy. harry would've kissed you, and caressed you" he demonstrated, running kis knuckles softly down your face and over your jawline "made love to you, showed you just how much he missed you. but daddy is just gonna fuck you now, instead" his eyes widened, nodding his head to emphasize just how serious he was

you gulped audibly. was it bad that this excited you so much? you loved harry when he was tender and gentle but when daddy came out to play you were a goner. sure, there was usually no clear demarcation, it wasn't a roleplay of sorts, he was always daddy even when he was making love to you. but he was hinting at something seemingly different now, and you were tingling from anticipation

he closed in the distance, looking down at you menacingly "hands and knees. don't make me say it again"

you just nodded and turned to walk toward your bedroom but he caught you by the elbow, turning you back around to face him "what was that? didn't hear you"

you blinked at him a few times before catching on "yes, daddy"

"that's more like it. i think you're not quite getting the picture here, sweetheart. lemme help you with that" he tugged on your elbow even harder so that you lost your balance and he softened your fall to your knees, bracing your arms bellow your shoulders "you seem to be very opinionated about daddy's size, let's see if you can find more reasons why it's not so great that i'm that big, hm?"

"harry... look,--"

he grabbed the ponytail you were sporting and tugged on it harshly, bringing his crotch eye level to you "don't wanna hear it, brat. and you'll be careful how you address me if you know what's good for you" he pulled himself out of his pants whilst still yanking your hair back and brought his rock solid cock to your mouth "open up" he tapped his leaky tip onto your lips and you immediately complied. you were expecting him to tease a bit, maybe spit into your mouth but instead he rested his tip on your tongue, then grasped your jaw harshly pushing on your muscles to make you open wider, and thrust himself in abruptly.

your eyes widened, and your jaw tightened but he smacked your jawbone sharply, using just the tips of his fingers. he'd never done that before, and since your eyes were watching him intently, you recognized him searching yours for any sign of discomfort or lack of consent. you blinked your eyes slowly at him, nodding slightly to let him know it was ok for him to do it, hell, you never thought you'd ever be ok with something like that but you were sinking deeper and deeper into your subspace and all it did was definitely turn you on further.

you didn't miss his lips tugging up into a smirk when he saw your response to him being more hard on you than usual, and moved his hand closer to the nape of your neck to keep you in place as he pusher in deeper down your throat, til your nose brushed against his happy trail "that' it. fucking choke on it"

he held your head there as you tried your best to focus on breathing, your throat contracting involuntarily around him and he finally released you, sending you into a coughing fit "awh, was that too much for my poor baby? is daddy too big, darling? what a shame..." he tutted "get up. final warning, y/n. hands and knees"

you scurried to your feet, a bit lightheaded, and discarded your pajamas along the way, finally reaching your bed and crawling on top just the way he'd instructed

you could hear his unhurried steps heading towards the bed and you looked at him over your shoulder, he hadn't undressed further. his pants were undone and so was his button down, his cock proud and standing at full mast "look at you" he teased "your thighs are all sticky y/n, why is that, hm? haven't touched you. haven't even kissed you. you like it when daddy manhandles you, smacks you around, hm?"

you just mewled pathetically, wiggling your ass and arching your back more, anything to get him to fuck you already

"pathetic" he muttered, stroking himself and you let out another moan at the sight "what is it, brat? like what you see? such a filthy slut for daddy letting me treat you like this. all this time i've been trying to be good to you, treat you like a right princess, and here you are, wanting to be treated like my very own cockslut. you love it most, don't you, when i'm rough with you"

you bit your lower lip still watching him stroke himself over your shoulder when a harsh smack to your ass woke you up from your reverie "ow! yes, daddy!... i do"

"thought so" he chuckled menacingly "you want daddy to go hard on you, sweetheart? fuck you like i hate you?" he grunted, bringing himself closer to you and pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles

"yes, yes! please, daddy! fuck me raw"

he groaned loudly "careful what you wish for, brat. you just might get it!" and with that, he slammed into you balls deep, without preamble. he'd never done that before, he always played with you a bit, stretched you out for him, made sure you were ready, and always slid in carefully, lest he hurt you.

this time, there was none of that. yet, somehow, your body fully accepted it, you were more than ready. he pumped into you furiously, immediately setting a hurried pace, nothing slow or tentative about it whatsoever.

"let's put that theory to the test, shall we?" his voice low and strained, but loud enough to cover your cries of pleasure "not gonna do anything to get you there. just gonna fuck into you, use you like my dirty little ragdoll and chase my own pleasure, and only mine"

"no, daddy!" you cried "that's cruel!"

"is it? i don't think it is- not when i break my back to get you off multiple times before i come only for you to joke around about it, like an ungrateful brat!"

"i'm-- i'm sorry daddy! it was a joke, i didn't mean it" you whined and then cried out when he delivered a series of harsh slaps to your ass

"don't wanna hear it. you had a whole day to take it back and you didn't. had to drive all the way up here to teach you a lesson" he then grabbed your ponytail again, wrapping it around his fist and tugging hard while he sank his other hand's nails into your plump hip. he got one leg up on the edge of the bed using it as additional leverage so that he could fuck into you even deeper

you screamed at that, and your knees almost gave out, he'd never been this deep, never fucked you so hard and fast. and although he kept true to his word and never went near your clit or any other erogenous spots, never tried to adjust his angle to hit your g-spot even, you felt yourself ready to burst- he'd barely even started!

something told you that if you were to tell him you were close he'd probably pull out and finish himself on your back or something- he seemed hell bent and teaching you a lesson so you didn't say anything- but your body was speaking for you

"fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, you filthy girl- are you really about to come from just this!? just me fucking into you for my own pleasure? fuck me..."

"yes, yes i am, please, daddy, can i?!" you knew better than to try and lie now, he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. and maybe some begging would help mend that bruised ego a bit

"i don't know, brat. only good girls get to come" he grunted, not letting up his punishing pace

"but--" you stammered, the force of his thrusts shaking your whole body "but i am your good girl... you're so big, i can't help it, even when you're not trying it's so good. nothing like the others... please, daddy, forgive me! ahhh gonna come, gonna come, oh my god!"

"do it then! can't say no to you, can i, especially when you ask that nicely. be a good little slut and come for daddy- hard- even when i couldn't care less if you finished!"

you barely registered his last words, you felt your whole body convulse and before you knew it, you were squirting all over him, the force of your release pushing him out, and he must've been pleased by it, because he finally brought his hand to your clit and made sure he milked every single drop out of you "that's it, baby, just like that! fuck, you're amazing!"

your foggy mind heard him use his other hand to stroke himself to orgasm too, and when you were both finally spent and you landed face first on the bed, he threw himself next to you and pulled you onto his front, spooning you. he kissed the nape of your neck and after your breathing and heart rate normalised somewhat he whispered "don't fall asleep. gotta take a bath and change the sheets". his own voice didn't sound very convincing. he must've been really tired after a full day at work and driving there afterwards for two hours

"why bath, let's just grab a quick shower..." you sighed dreamily, already half asleep despite his warning

"wanna spoil you a bit now. missed you, baby. wanna make love to you... is that okay?"

you hummed, already beginning to forget about your tiredness "it's more than okay"

"is it?... even if it's not rough?"

you turned into his arms and found his eyes searching yours apprehensively, no trace of the man who'd fucked you into oblivion earlier "of course it is, harry. i love everything we do. i wouldn't trade what we have for anything. you always know what i want, what i need. you know my heart, not just me body" you kissed him then, for the first time that night, slow and deep and you liked to imagine you knew all that about him just as well.

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A/N: whew. what was supposed to be a small blurb turned into this ☠️ don't even know the word count, typed it out on my phone. hope there aren't too many typos, will check tomorrow. hope you enjoyed, horndogs 💋

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I just know that daddy issues Harry would always be so gentle to Y/N when they’re in bed, ready to sleep. Like I think that he would caress her cheek with his fingers, kiss her forehead and finally spoon her and hum something to sleep. Damn, I need more of these scenarios, Im currently trying to fall asleep Lmao

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Cockwarming Harry

"Shhh baby, I'm sorry, did daddy wake you?" he pressed his cheek to your temple as he spooned you, pulling you closer still

"I wasn't asleep. Just resting my eyes... Waited up for you" you mumbled, not opening your eyes, reveling in the protective feel of him around you

"Why did you wait up, I told you I had some designs to render and that it would take me a while when you went to bed" he whispered, careful not to disturb your serene state

"Can't fall asleep without..." you gasped when you felt him pull your hair to the side so that he could drag the tip of his nose alongside your neck only to stop at the crook of it and plant an open mouthed kiss there. He knew that was one of your erogenous zones and always paid special attention to it

"Without what, baby? Tell daddy"

You squirmed "Without... feeling you"

His breath hitched "You're feeling me right now. Is this what you needed?"

You panted as he lazily licked along the shell of your ear "Yes, but... want to feel all of you" you barely whispered

"Is my baby too shy to tell daddy you want my cock?" he ground his hips against you then, his erection making you jump a bit, as well as the slight change of tone in his voice

"Yes. That's what I want. Want to feel full. Please, can I?"

He chuckled low in his chest and slid an arm under the duvet finding you were wearing one his t-shirts and nothing else to bed "That's my good girl" he praised "You know how daddy loves it when I can just take you whenever I want. The question is..." he slid his hand from your naked bum lower and under till he was probing your entrance with the tips of his fingers. He feigned surprise "...if my baby is also ready. Guess you are, hm? Always such a good slut for daddy. Fell asleep all needy for me, we can't have that"

You didn't know whether it was your sleepy state that made it seem like it had happened in what seemed like seconds but he was already dragging his tip through your folds and you arched your back trying to get him to sink into you. He brought his lips back to your neck just as he ever so gently grabbed your hips, pushing your body onto him, making sure you felt every inch of him.

"So good, daddy" you whimpered

He then brought his bent knees under you, making you cry out, he was so deliciously deep like that. "Be a good girl for daddy and go back to sleep now. And in the morning I'll let you hop on m'cock all you want, hm?"

You were already back asleep as he kissed your shoulder and followed suit, already making a mental note of how he'd make sure to finish in the dip of your collarbones- for some reason he had a particular craving for that, and felt himself twitch inside you deliciously before he drifted off to sleep himself.

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All I want for this valentines day is DI Harry. What is he doing??

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Valentine's Day special

harry is keeping y/n in bed all day. he starts by having his own breakfast in bed. then he brings her (actual) breakfast in bed, on a proper tray and everything, even adorned with a singular dwarf sunflower and insists on spoon feeding her and also that she doesn't cover her breasts while she eats so that he can lick trails of strawberry jam off her nipples. then, needles to say she's all sticky and they have to take a shower together so he can make sure she's squeaky clean, but only after he fucks her silly and lets her have her own sticky desert at the end. they get back in bed and harry rests his head in her lap (he still insists she doesn't cover her breasts with the bedsheet) reading poetry out loud to her from his favorite author, he'd underlined his copy all week in preparation and she just cards her fingers through his curls and looks at him dreamily, enjoying the slow cadence of his deep voice and they fall asleep in the afternoon like that, him mouthing at her breasts to his heart's content. but he wakes her up just as the february sun is setting early, he's got more in store for her. he wants to edge her while she reads him back some of the poems he picks, she has to make sure she doesn't stutter or he stops. he doesn't let her come for nearly an hour, lapping lazily at her pussy, his head resting in the crease of her thigh, fingers pumping slowly inside her. and after all that, he fucks her- hard, and she soaks the bedding. he runs a bath for both of them, even lights up candles all around the tub, uses her special bath bombs and props up a chair with a rom-com to watch on his laptop as she sits between his legs and he massages shampoo into her scalp until she groans in bliss. he changes the bed linen and gets dinner ready while she blow dries her hair. he makes her favorite, pasta carbonara from scratch and couples it with their preferred wine but pouts at her for putting on clothes, although he's also wearing sweat pants, as she points out, so he lets it slide. since they're (partially) dressed she asks for a late night car ride and harry is pleased to indulge her. they hold hands over the console while soppy valentine's day music is playing over the radio, and she end up nodding off, her temple against the window. he drives back home, gently takes her back into bed and she doesn't wake up until he tries to wiggle her out of her jeans so that she's comfy. she's in his arms, ready to fall back asleep but there's just one thing missing, and he is more than willing when she asks tot cockwarm him, but they end up making slow, unhurried love instead.

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this is daddy issues harry; he mentioned how nice that car you were passing by was so you insisted you'd take a pic of him next to it and this was the best pose he came up with

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