*PLEASE NOTE: Most of these will be dom!fem!readers unless someone requests otherwise. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! I’ll update this masterlist as I upload more fics. I’ll do other people that Bucky Barnes too :)
*REMEMBER TO SPECIFY IF YOU WANT A MOMMY KINK OR NOT!! *
DOM!BUCKY BARNES:
•Now You See What I See! *SFW*(Cg!Bucky feels insecure about his metal arm, so you buy him magnets for it at the beach<3)
SUB/LITTLE! BUCKY BARNES:
• Tipsy Baby *NSFW?* (Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.)
• Plum (Pt.1) *NSFW* (After a bad day outside and an incident at home w/ an inexperienced!bucky, you catch him pathetically humping your pillow. *thigh riding*!!)
• Starved. *NSFW* (you make sub!touchstarved!bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70 + years.)
•Needy Little Puppy. *NSFW* (sub!puppy!bucky breaks one of your most important rules, don’t cum without Mommy’s permission, so you edge him until he’s trembling and sobbing for you to let him cum.)
•Always A Good Boy. *NSFW* (little!bucky has one of those days where all he wants to do is please you, who are you to deny him.)
•Still My Good Boy. *SFW* (little!bucky breaks one of your rules by accident and expects the worst punishment from you, but you remind him that accidents happen.)
•The Fear. *SFW*(Bucky has a heartbreaking nightmare and you comfort him.)
Hiii!! I’m doing okay! How about you, Babie? I’ve been caught up on schoolwork for the most part, but im almost done with another one-shot! This one I think you’ll love because it’s sensitive!whiny!bucky😭😭 & who doesn’t love when bucky’s all whiny and subby and sensitive😭
Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333
Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!
Tipsy Baby.
☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.
⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.
📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.
“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.
“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”
You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.
“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.
“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.
“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”
An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.
“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.
“Who let you have this?”
Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.
“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”
“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”
Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.
Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.
So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.
When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.
Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.
The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.
You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.
“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.
“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”
You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.
“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”
Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.
Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.
“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.
“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”
“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”
“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.
“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.
“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”
He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.
“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”
Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.
“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.
“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.
“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.
You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.
“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.
“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”
You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.
You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.
The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.
“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”
You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.
You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.
“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”
Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.
“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.
I'm actually going to cry, thank you for responding to me and I totally get it, a good 90% of my stress comes from my family and I don't really have many friends so you're important to me too 💗 and YESS it would be super okay to drop new one-shots while you're still writing plum pt.2 I literally eat up everything you write 💗🥰
Awh don’t cry babie 🥺. Because of you I started writing again! I’m just doing some final touches and then I’ll upload a new fic within the next few days!
hiiii, how are you? I hope everything's good, I just wanted to check in and say that your blog is fantastic and i absolutely love your writing 💗💗💗
Thank you, Babie! I’m doing alright. It’s honestly just the same old same old. Family literally sucks, job sucks, school sucks. It’s honestly really chaotic. Family is the worst part though. My family is so conniving and vain. On the bright side, new sub!bucky one-shots are in progress! If I dropped other one-shots while I’m still writing plum pt.2 would that be okay?
i can't wait for your fics! you're one of the very few blogs i really like, i love your writing, you're one of the best here imo. so i hope to hear from you soon and to read other works of yours. don't let other people bring you down! :( sending lots of love <3
awwww tysm!! this genuinely means so much to me!! you guys are the reason why I wanted to continue to post these fics aside from the fact that I enjoy making them 🥹. the fact that u said I’m one of the best just made my whole night! I loveeee uuuu babieeee 🥰🥰
So I just dropped my latest sub!bucky fic. Something I’d like you guys to remember:
If you don’t like it, DON’T READ IT!!! I literally cannot stress this enough. It’s unfair when you report my work just because YOU don’t like it. Literally THOUSANDS of other people do!! And i spend so much time and effort trying to make it perfect. So please just mind your business and go read stuff you actually do like. Because literally nobody is bothering you but yourself by looking at my stuff when you know you don’t like it lmao.
You’re five are so good!! EXACTLY what I’ve been looking for!!! I just read your list of headcanons and I would LOVE a full length fic about what happened the first time he got overstimulated and used his safe word (and all of that lovely aftercare that followed). If you have time of course, no pressure!
I'M BACK!!!!! and you are so sweet babie, made me smile🥹. thx for your request and I hope you like ur fic <3
Plum. (Pt. 1)
⚠️TW: (please read!): SO MUCH NSFW!!! LIKE 2 AND 1/2 ROUNDS LMAO, sub!inexperienced!bucky, dom!fem!reader, a little bit of a mean!reader, thigh riding!!, overstimulation(m!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, mentions of subspace, mommy/mama kink, use of “y/n”, bucky calls you "babe" once or twice, use of safeword, TONS of aftercare <3
☁️Summary: After a bad day outside and an incident with Bucky, you catch an inexperienced!bucky pathetically humping your pillow. Your sadistic thoughts cause you to get carried away. Bucky's up to it at first, just wanting you to make him feel good. But as the night goes on he begins to realize he was in over his head. (Bucky’s first time being overstimulated and uses safeword!!)
📝 Important A/N!!: I exceeded my character limit (lol). I had to divide this whole fic into two parts, so pls stay tuned for part 2 (dropping soon)! Part 2 will be where the actual overstimulation takes place. Also I added thigh riding because it just made the whole plot imo😩. THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING DETAIL IN HERE I LOWKEY OVERDID IT LMAOOOO
Traffic is the bane of your existence. You’re usually a very patient person, but when you’re stuck behind ten cars and a red light that just won’t seem to turn green, your patience suddenly becomes none.
There were a million things you wanted to accomplish before the day was finished. Your laundry and Bucky's still needed to be washed, and no matter how many times you reminded Bucky how the washing machine worked, he would continue to give you that bewildered and helpless face, leaving you to do it by yourself. On top of that, you left the apartment a mess. You secretly hope Bucky cleaned around the house while you were gone, though you weren’t counting on it.
Horns blow from different cars amongst the street, as if that would speed the agonizing waiting process up. You let out a huge sigh of relief when the light turns green, finally making your turn to your apartment complex. Once you’ve parked the car, you trudge your way to the apartment. Before unlocking the door, you make an effort to collect yourself so you don’t take you anger out on Bucky.
You can’t stop yourself from letting out another sigh in relief; you were finally home from your long and rough day outside. And to your surprise, the apartment is now squeaky clean. The floor had been swept and vacuumed, and was shined from being mopped. Dropping your purse on the kitchen counter, you kick of your shoes and let your hair down from the tight ponytail it’s been in all day.
“Bucky, I’m home!” You call out as you scavenge the pantry for a snack. Not even a second later, footsteps were coming towards you, and before you can even open your bag of chips, Bucky has dashed to your side and was holding you tight in his arms.
“y/n, your back!”
“hey, Jamie!” You plaster on a smile, trying to reciprocate his energy. His face is still buried in your neck, his hands tangled in your hair.
“missed you.” Bucky whines as he inhales the scent of your perfume. “why’d you have to leave me every day?”
Bucky was clinging to you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. His clinginess was undoubtedly caused because of Steve. He hadn’t been the same since he left, and you understood this better than anyone. You try to relax in his embrace, and allow him to hold you for as long as he needed.
“I'm not even gone for that long, Bucky.” You giggle as you try to enjoy the one good part of your day. “c’mon, let me get changed. I’m tired and had a really rough day.” You whisper to him softly. He nods and begins to free you from his arms.
“ow!” You wail suddenly, scrunching your face in pain. Multiple strands of hair had gotten caught on Bucky’s vibranium arm.
“sorry! let me just-” Bucky tries to disconnect your hair from his fingers, but only makes the situation worse by tangling them deeper towards your scalp.
“Bucky, just stop it!”
You drop your unopened bag of chips on the counter before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom mirror. You begin untangling his fingers from your hair slowly, letting out a wince every so often, but finally managing to free his metal fingers from your hair.
“Y/n, didn’t meant to-”
“s’fine. just gonna brush my hair now.” You exhale before grabbing the brush and detangling your hair. Although you’d never show it to your very oblivious Bucky, this was your last straw today. You slam the bathroom door in his face in a fit of anger. Ignoring how badly you immediately felt afterwards, you attempt to calm yourself down.
“It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault.” You tell yourself as you struggle to comb out the knots in your hair. After you finished with your hair and wash up, you quickly pass through the bedroom, catching a quick glance at Bucky before you pass. He’s sound asleep on the bed, sprawled out like a dog on your sheets. Clad in only briefs, his pale and plush thighs were exposed just for you to see.
Trying to stop your mind from wandering into other places, you decide to use this time for yourself to forget about the unfortunate day you’ve had. Without another thought, you throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turn on some Adult-Swim, doing your best to cloud your mind.
You must’ve been there for over an hour, because before you knew it, it was already 8:00 pm. A yawn escapes from your throat as you clean up and head to your bedroom.
You’re about to open the door when you hear what sounds like faint moans coming from the other side, along with rhythmic creaks from the bed.
As you lean your ear against the door and listen for Bucky's pitiful whimpers, filthy and nasty thoughts start to flood your mind. You open the door a crack, just enough to see Bucky frantically rutting his bare cock against your pillow, which cemented your suspicions. The sight was truly pathetic. His boxer briefs were slung around his ankles, and his brown hair clung to his sweaty forehead. He continues to fuck your pillow without noticing you, obviously too concentrated on trying to cum.
You enjoyed your Adult-Swim, but this, this was a show for you. A sight for your extremely sore eyes. You were honestly at a crossroads here, almost not wanting to intervene. Just let him fuck himself on the pillow you sleep on every night, even though he obviously didn’t know what he was doing. His movements were sloppy and lazy, indicating that he’d been at this for a while.
“dammit!” He whines as he falls lip onto your pillow, finally giving up. He continues to whine and whimper into it, still grinding ever so slightly onto the sheets. You watch him closely, noticing how desperate he looks, exhausted and frustrated because he just couldn’t seem to make himself cum.
“awh…poor baby.” You interrupt as you open the door and enter the room. Bucky immediately stops his movements and stares at you like a deer in headlights. “couldn’t do it by yourself?”
“tryin…” Bucky whines, head faced down at his painfully hard cock which was twitching against your pillow. “shit… just can’t do it like you can, babe..”
Bucky picks his subtle but noticeable thrust against your pillow again, looking at you with teary eyes. You slowly make your way to the bed and grab his face with both hands and kiss his plush lips. His big blue eyes look up at you as he gives you a meek smile.
You give him one more kiss. “I’ll bet I could do a better job than this pillow, don’t ya think?”
Bucky nods in agreement, immediately throwing the pillow to the side and kicking off his briefs as you settle yourself on the bed and against the headboard. Bucky stares at you with anticipation, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. With two flicks of your pointer and middle finger, he’s crawled to your side in an instant.
“on my lap, lovie.” Your sultry voice commands, and Bucky does exactly what you tell him. His plush thighs have settled against both sides of your left thigh, and he settles his bum on your lap.
You graze your fingers lightly up and down his red and stiff cock, causing a breathy whine escape his throat.
“m-mommy, please don’t tease me like that… been w-waiting f’you all day…” Bucky whimpers shakily, hips bucking up at your movements. “hah- n-need more!”
A smirk creeps it’s way onto your face. He was so fucking adorable when he’s begging you to make him feel good. So adorable that you couldn’t help but tease him a little before giving him what he wants.
“how bad, hm?” You tease, fingertips dragging down to his balls, giving them a tight and sudden squeeze. Bucky’s mouth falls agape, and his eyebrows furrow upwards as he yelps at the sudden sensation.
“s-so bad, f-fuck!” His voice only gets whinier after your taunting.
“hmm… I don’t think you want it bad enough, darlin.”
Bucky watches your face with watery eyes, noticing your sadistic smile never disappear.
“n-no! please babe, want it- need it so bad!” He bucks his hips towards you, desperately searching for any sort of friction. His cock pulses under your fingertips, which are still softly grazing it up and down. Your face remains cold and unamused, as if his tears weren’t enough to convince you.
Bucky shakily takes your fingers, rubbing them on the tip of his cock, gathering as much precum he can with your fingers.
“s-see? d'you see, mama? l-leakin' so much for you. jus' gimme somethin', anythin' please...”
You knew you were being cruel by making him wait this long, but he looked so pretty begging for you to make him cum. The fact that he only depended on you to make him orgasm made your pussy throb. And as he so pathetically told you before, he just couldn’t do it like you can. He definitely didn’t have half the sexual experience you did, and still couldn’t even jerk himself off enough to get himself to cum.
“and what if it’s too much f’you? don't want you to get overwhelmed.” You question, placing your hands on both of hips, receiving a pleading look from Bucky.
“I asked you a question, Jamie.” You shoot him an alluring and voluptuous look with wide eyes, but Bucky just couldn’t meet your gaze. His eyes were shut closed, his face contorted in desperation.
“hah- d-don’t care… just do somethin’- nngh!”
Bucky starts, but interrupts himself with a pathetic whimper when he feels you grip harder onto his hips, slightly nudging them back and forth. His cock twitches as all of his pre-cum leaks onto your bare thigh, creating a slick and pleasurable mess for him to fuck himself on.
“a-ah, f-fuuckk…” a long whine makes its way from Bucky’s throat, his eyes rolled back. “please, mommy… can’t keep doin' this to me…”
“you wanna cum?”
He immediately nods his head up and down.
“go ahead then, pretty boy. fuck yourself against mommy's thigh.”
“wha..? n-no I-I can’t-”
“It’s my thigh or nothin’ Jamie.”
Bucky remains quiet for a little while but softly nods his head in agreeance.
You release your hold on his hips, curious to see how he will do on his own. Bucky starts to frantically rutt up against your thigh. His lack of rhythm causes you to think back to how you found him earlier. Your helpless little baby was in too much of a hurry to cum to get himself there.
“goddamit, I-” Bucky whimpers as his movements come to a stop and he punches the bed in defeat. “I don’t know how… please show me…”
Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he does his absolute best not to make eye contact with you. It was humiliating enough to have to ask you to make him cum.
Finally deciding to have some mercy, you begin to rock his hips back and forth, slow and steady against your thigh.
“ha-d-don’t stop, please…” His eyes are rolled back, little grunts escaping from his pink, parted lips. His metal hand holds onto your shoulder while the flesh one grips harshly onto the white bed sheets.
“you look so pretty fucking yourself on my thigh, baby. that’s it…keep goin’, don’t stop…"You coo at Bucky, who continues to desperately go at it on your thigh. Once he’s found rhythm, you let go of his hips and watch him.
Your praises must have motivated him some more, because his thrusts increased in speed, causing the whole bed to rock in unison to his frantic movements. His dog tags do the same, clashing into each other and swaying in tune with him.
The way Bucky's cock twitches and pulses against you is almost as if it is pleading for release. Even though it feels incredible, being inside of yourself will always be superior. The comforting, smooth feeling of your walls is unrivaled by anything. However, he keeps rutting against you in an attempt to get the relief he has been chasing all day.
Bucky’s grunts and pants above you. The sounds coming from him become more high-pitched with each jerk of his hips. The feeling of his warm pre-cum against the smooth skin of your thigh was driving his aching cock insane. He was so desperate for release—and he was almost there. Almost about to cum all over you. But his thighs were burning in pain.
“oh, fuck! I can’t, p-please, mama! please help me, I’m almost there!” Bucky cries, tears streaming down his extremely flushed cheeks.
His thighs tremble and spasm, his movements slowing down. He couldn’t do it anymore. Your baby had been at this for hours before you found him; it was only a matter of time before he would become completely exhausted. Your supersoldier definitely had super strength, but there were certain things he just couldn’t do by himself.
Such a poor little baby.
You latch your hands onto his hips again, more than willing to help your baby boy. With a slight nudge backwards and forwards, Bucky becomes a whining mess, his hips stuttering under your hands as you guide him closer to his orgasm. He thrusts frantically against your thigh, but this time in a perfect rhythm of back and forth movements (he has you to thank for that).
“good boy, Jamie. almost there, you can do it, baby.” Your words come out soft and smooth, coaxing him even further. He pants and whimpers through gritted teeth, muttering an almost incoherent string of curses.
“a-ah, shit-please… lemme cum, please lemme cum! m’ so close, so fucking close!”
You hum in response.
"go ahead, baby, you've been such a good boy for me."
A fraction of a second later, Bucky throws his head back, violently spasming on your lap. Loads of his white cum spurt out all over your leg as he cries out pathetically for you. His large, veiny hands desperately grab at the sheets, as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The veins in his cock are more than prominently bulging as it twitches and pulsates up and down against your now cum-coated thigh.
You watch him intently. His eyes have closed shut, and his heavy panting causes his loose brown hair to blow up with each breath. A few moments later, he falls limp against your chest.
"you okay, Buck?"
Bucky swallows for a moment, then contiunes to pant heavily. You fawn over his cuteness.
"answer me, baby boy. mommy asked you a question."
He softly nods his head against your chest.
"good," you reply with a whisper. "'cause I know you can give me another one."
Missed you more babie :( gonna release something soon, something to hold you off until I can release the longer fic for you. gonna come back soon, I promise. Then after that I’ll never leave you again.
welcome back!!! <3 when will you post your next fic?
hi!! I’m struggling really hard😣. My life went extremely downhill. And my friend recently got her posts taken down and I’m scared that’ll happen to me. I don’t wanna come back just to leave you guys again, that’s not fair at all!! the next fic will hopefully be posted sometime during this week/weekend. Thx for being so patient with me!!
Oh god this age regression and ddlg and little is so disgusting and creepy
Get help
If you don’t like it don’t read it. tumblr isn’t just filled with my fics, it has many other things in it too. So don’t waste ur time caught up on how disgusting and creepy my stuff is. Anyways new fic coming out soon guys😩!!
Omg I read your fics today and they were awesome! Don't let people take you down just because they don't like something, your blog is for everyone and they sjould be more acceptable
Anyways sorry for the babbling and I wanted to read *ruin* but ig it was taken down so wdid?
thank you so much baby :3 you weren’t babbling at all haha trust me i needed that.
Ruin
TW: VERY DARK/dom/toxic!harry x sub/ innocent/crybaby!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, piss kink, SMUT WITH PLOT! squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, degrading kink, daddy kink, forced orgasms, exhibitionism, (kinda/maybe??)
SUMMARY: After a very dark turn in a day out with Harry's friends, Harry becomes more possessive of you than he's ever been. So, he gives you to them to prove that you are his. Turns out there’s only so much of that Harry can take.
VERY IMPORTANT A/N!!! I DID NOT DELETE RUIN. SOMEONE REPORTED IT AND IT GOT TAKEN DOWN😪 (this is the repost) i’m sorry for anyone who wanted to read. PLEASE, IF YOU AREN’T INTERESTED IN WHAT I WRITE, LEAVE AND DON’T REPORT!! w/ all that being said.. SHOULD I RELEASE PT 2? <3
The sound of low, deep voices startles you awake. You lean up in the bed, patting the side where Harry usually lays. He's not there. The time is 12:38, according to the alarm clock on the table next to you. To your surprise, Harry didn't wake you up at your required time today; instead, he let you sleep in. You whimper at the light sensitivity you're experiencing from the bright sun as you put on your slippers and go to the restroom.
After brushing your teeth and washing up, you head downstairs to see Harry leaning against the counter with a glass in his hand. He's traded his regular work pants for a very relaxed outfit, jeans and a plain black shirt. So, you figured today is his day off. He's facing towards the couch, where two men you don't recognize sit. They're chatting about something you can't comprehend, and Harry stops once he sees you waiting shyly by the railing.
"How's my sleeping beauty?"
You slowly peek around the corner to look at his two friends, who are now staring at you. You never really did well with other people around, especially when you were in small space. Finally mustering up enough courage, you quickly skip into Harry's arms which were already open for you. You inhale the scent of him and sigh in content. Harry pets your head a few times before pulling back. He tsks at the sight of you, still in your My Melody pajamas.
"You know better than to be in your jammies with my company around. Go change." Harry orders you, lightly tugging on your clothes.
"Sorry, Da- Harry" You shake your head frantically as you fight the urge to call him Daddy. You made sure when you were in little space around other people, you'd tone it down in fear of them freaking out. This time was unexpected, and you couldn't shake yourself out of it.
"No, S'fine. These are my really close friends. You're fine, Darlin." Harry reassures you, now turning you around so you're facing them.
"Go say hi to Drue and Jack" He pushes you with just one finger, and you stumble their way. Drue and Jack look at you, and that's what you're most afraid of. The two men tower over you which only makes you slip further into little space. You turn back around and give Harry a pleading look, but he only shakes his head, narrowing his eyes.
"Go. Don't be rude."
You decide it's best not to talk back with his friends around. So, after returning your gaze back towards Drue and Jack, you finally stammer out a trembling "H-hi..”
"Well, who've we got here?" Jack says, a warm smile plastered on his pale face.
“I-I'm Y/n, nice to m-meet you." You respond just how Harry taught you for when you're in littlespace, and you hear him let out a satisfied sound behind you.
"Nice to meet you too, Y/n! I'm Jack, and this is Drue. We've been friends of Harry's for a while now. Jack explains. He reaches out to shake your delicate hand, and Drue does the same. "You look very pretty, Y/n." Drue says.
"Thanks, you're pretty too!" You respond, getting visibly more comfortable now.
"See? They're friendly." Harry says from behind, drinking from his cup slowly. He puts his cup down and makes his way toward you. "Now let's get you dressed, yeah? C'mon, Darlin." He puts a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the stairs. "Say goodbye before we leave, Y/n."
"It's nice meeting you two!" You wave back at Drue and Jack, and they do the same to you.
"Be back in a few, gotta get this one dressed," Harry says, and the two men nod and make conversation with themselves.
Harry lets you choose your outfit today, and you decide on a pretty pink sundress- bouncy, frilly, and “fit for a princess just like you," in Harry's own words. You choose basic pink low-top shoes to match.
"How do I look, Daddy?" You do a little spin for Harry, his green eyes inspecting you from head to toe. A smile creeps on his face. It was condescending and sly, but so endearing in your eyes.
"Y'look adorable, Babydoll. Now fix your hair." Harry says, leading you to your vanity. "Can't have you lookin a mess in front of my friends. You don't wanna embarrass Daddy, do you?" He sits you down on the chair, a hand on your shoulder as you both stare into the mirror. You shake your head frantically at Harry's statement. You'd never do anything to disappoint or embarrass your Daddy!He does everything for you, and if he wants you to look nice in front of his friends, you'll do exactly that.
"All right, get to it. Gonna be downstairs with the boys if y'need me." Harry says after giving your head a light peck with his lips. "Oh, and don't wear too much makeup. Don't want you walking around lookin' like a hooker." With that, Harry's gone down the stairs, leaving you alone in the mirror.
So, you open the drawer to your vanity and pull out your princess brush. You comb through your hair, detangling every part as you decide how to style it for today. After trying various hairstyles, and remembering which one is Harry's favorite-you decide on leaving it loose. The mascara you chose was just enough to give a natural look. You didn't want to embarrass Harry by wearing too much, so you kept it simple. After wrapping your favorite pink and white ribbon in your hair, you trudge down the stairs towards Harry. He's now on the couch with Drue and Jack, watching a show you'd never be interested in. With a beer in his hand, Harry takes a few sips before making comments about the show. You lightly tap Harry's shoulder, and he looks up at you with a small smile.
"Don't I look pretty, Daddy?" You smile, eyes big and wide as you wait for your Daddy to praise you. Harry looks at you, eyes going up and down as he takes in your appearance. Eventually, he lets out a small "Mhm," and takes another sip from his beer.
"Go wait by the door. Gonna finish this last episode and then we'll be off, okay? Go be a good girl and wait for Daddy." You nod in compliance, eager to follow your Daddy's orders. You find a space on the ground next to the front door. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable and wait patiently for Harry.
After what seemed like forever, Harry and his friends finally get up from the couch and head towards the door. You've must've drifted off to sleep, because your eyes strain when you open them. Wiping your eyes, you fight back a yawn as you look up at Harry, Drue and Jack.
"Daddy, it's been almost an hour and-"
"We're leaving now, right?" Harry cuts you off almost immediately. You're silent for a few seconds. "Right?" He repeats, waiting for your response.
"Yeah, but-" You try to respond, but Harry's deep and husky voice empowers your small and timid one.
"Alright. Then there's nothing to complain about. C'mon." Harry says, making grabby hands at you. You grab his hands immediately, and he leads you to the car. He buckles you in your seat, making sure you're secure before heading to the drivers seat and starting the car. Jack climbs in the passenger seat and immediately starts a conversation with Harry. You're sitting next to Drue, who gives you a friendly smile before looking out the window. You do the same too, and in that moment, you realized you didn't even know where you were going.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Darlin?" Harry responds. You assume that the beer he drank earlier is the reason for his thick, husky voice today. Before you called his name, his eyes were fixated on the road, but they are now shifting between the road and you in the mirror.
"Where are we goin*?" Your voice is filled with curiosity as you ask. Usually, to go to your favorite parks, Harry would turn right. You'd be able to name every building because of how many times you've been there. This area was much different. There were hardly any trees, no swings, and no dogs roaming the neighborhood.
Harry hums at your question. He taps the steering wheel with his index finger as he thinks of an answer. How many questions were you going to ask him today? He's close to telling you to stop asking him things altogether, but seeing as you probably wouldn't quit, he decides it's best to tell you.
"We're still goin to the park, Kitten," Harry responds, in hopes that will shut you up. Why were you questioning him anyways? Harry's the one who has power in this relationship, so you should simply follow his instructions without challenging him.
"But- where are the pretty palm trees? And the ice cream shop?" Using your hands to push upwards, you look out the window to see your surroundings again. There's nothing here that's familiar to you, and your little mind is determined to find out why. Disappointment lingers in your tone when you speak. “This doesn't look like the park.”
"It's a different kind of park." Harry shoots back, a fake smile plastered on his face. It remains there for a few seconds, before quickly diminishing into his dead expression once more. "Now stop fuckin’ bothering me and let me drive." Harry presses harshly on the pedal, so harshly that he can feel the metal- making sure you know this conversation is completely over. He engages in conversation with Jack, completely toning out anything that may come out of your mouth. It's annoying to Harry, really, to hear the same little voice in his ear 24/7. You ask about absurd, unnecessary, obvious things, and if you're not talking about a cartoon you're watching, you're blabbing your mouth about some useless toy.
The location you stop at makes you want to cry. Nothing here looks enjoyable. The building is an old, crusty beige, and trash is littered everywhere around it. Loud music booms through the concrete walls, and you can't stop yourself from cringing as Harry begins to park the car. Once it's parked, Harry doesn't even wait for you, -or even help you out the car- instead, he's rushing inside the building with Jack. Drue, on the other hand stays behind. His brown eyes watch you slowly get out the car, eyes big and wide as you look at this new park.
“Not as pretty as your usual parks, huh?"
A gasp escapes your lips as you turn in Drue’s direction. You smile once you see his face, and gently shake your head. “Daddy usually takes me to the park next to the ice cream shop. I’ve never seen this park before!” You say, running your delicate fingers across the bumpy walls. “Is the playground inside?” Curious, you tilt your head to the side. When he realizes just how innocent you are, Drue chuckles and wonders how Harry could have just left you out there by yourself. He’s never heard much about you, other than Harry mentioning you a few times in conversations, but Harry would change the subject before Drue could ask anymore about you. Every. Single. Time. He could never figure out if it was because you didn’t exist, or if it was because Harry wanted you all to himself.
Drue never imagined you to be so… adorable. With your bubbly personality and that cute smile of yours, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you- and he knows if Harry ever found out what he thinks about you, he’d be a dead man. “It’s not that kind of playground, Y/n. Come with me.” Drue says, doing a gesture with his pointer and middle finger so you can grab his hand. You hesitate a bit. Harry tells you he’s the only one who can hold your hand, but Drue was his best friend, so why wouldn’t it be fine? His hand fits perfectly around yours. The two of you head inside the building, the sea of people completely swallowing you whole.
The only thing you can see is people everywhere, rubbing on each other, and practically eating each other's faces. Definitely not a place for someone like you. Harry and Jack are nowhere to be seen, Drue makes sure of it- before leading you to the middle of the dance floor. “Dance with me,” He says in your ear. He begins to move his body to the loud music. He stops once he notices your lost expression. “C’mon, Y/n. Don’t worry about Harry. He controls every little thing you do. Don’t you wanna let loose today?”
You don’t know exactly what to do, but you know Harry trusts Drue, and this is a park. You wanted to have fun, and that’s exactly what a park is for. So, with a smile on your face, you begin to dance with Drue. He smiles back, and looks for any sign of Harry before returning his attention back to you.
If Drue knew Harry was all the way in the back, eyes sinisterly watching the two of you, he would’ve left you alone entirely.
Harry’s leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, and Jack in his ear blabbing about something he couldn’t care less about. He slowly takes a sip of his drink and mumbles out an “Mhm” to make it seem like he’s not ignoring Jack. The only thing he’s focused on is you, dancing with his best friend. Harry knows you’d never cheat on him, or even have the guts to, so this has to be in the hands of Drue.
“Dance with Y/n.” Harry says blankly, completely stopping Jack from blabbing about whatever he was going on about.
“What? But that’s your girlfriend, man-”
“I don’t give a shit. Go.” Harry pushes Jack in your direction. He gives him a concerned look. He waits for Harry to elaborate, but that’s all he gives him, his expression remaining unbothered. Jack gives him another weird look before getting next to you and Drue, moving his body in a rhythm that matches yours.
Harry sighs deeply as he falls back against the wall. Drue obviously has an interest in you, but if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t even try it. Harry knows if Drue dares to make a move on you, it’s not long until Jack will try to follow suit. So, he figured he’d mess with his friends. Show them what they are unable to possess—you.
You’re still dancing with the two men surrounding each side of you. Laughing and twirling around in excitement, you grab both of their hands and make them twirl along with you.
“Wheeww!” You let out between giggles. Drue and Jack laugh at your innocence and continue to dance. Your fun was cut short when Harry gets in between the three of you, an unamused expression on his face.
“This place is fuckin’ boring,” Harry says, a fresh, cold can of beer in his right hand. You don’t even notice it, until you feel Harry’s cold hand lifting your chin up, putting the can to your closed lips.
“But Daddy, you said I can’t have anymore alcohol, remember? Cuz I threw up a bunch!”
“Yeah, but you can take this.” Harry says, tapping your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. When you don’t, Harry’s condeciding smile turns into a frown. Drue and Jack watch as Harry’s gaze turns cold.
“Open.”
Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth slowly. You can’t prepare yourself for the burning, harsh liquid that trickles down your throat. You swallow and lean back to show Harry you don’t want anymore, but he only presses the can back to your lips.
“More.”
You reluctantly follow his orders and take five long sips from the can. As you swallow the beer, you hold back your tears and give Harry a small smile, waiting for him to praise you for being good. But as you watch Harry chuckle and playfully hit Jack on the shoulder, the tears in your eyes only deepen.
“See? I told you she’d drink some if I told her to.” Harry says between laughs, before taking another sip of beer.
“C’mon. We’ll go the park, Y/n.” He extends his empty hand out to you, and when you don’t take it, his jaw clenches. You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him you don’t want to go to the other park anymore. You like this park, and you like dancing with Harry’s friends. Harry only ignores you, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the building. Drue and Jack follow along and choose not to say anything to Harry who’s visibly angry, though he won’t admit it.
Excitement bubbles in your stomach once you see the park's huge palm trees. There seems to be a festival going on, and you can’t stop the smile that appears on your face. Drue lets out a chuckle at the sight of you.
“You excited?” Drue asks you, unbuckling his seatbelt while Harry parks the car.
“Yeah! This is my favorite park, remember? I wanna play on the-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp, remembering the best part of the whole park.
“Daddy! Can we get ice cream? The ice cream shop is open!” You look at Harry, who’s parked and is almost out the car. He doesn’t respond, only nods his head and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and receipts and pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills.
“Here,” Harry says, holding the money to you between his pointer and middle finger. “Get whatever you want.”
Dumbfounded, you look at the money with wide eyes. Harry’s never let you hold more than fifty dollars, so two hundred seemed like all the money in the world. You bubble with excitement as you think of all the things you can buy at the festival. As you take the money from Harry, you bounce around and think of stuffed animals and candy.
“Thank you soooo much, Daddy! You’re the best! I love you so much!” You say, stepping on your tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer, kissing you on your lips.
“I love you too, Kitten. With all of my heart. Do you know that?" Harry says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Do you know Daddy loves you?" In the corner of his eye, he sees Drue and Jack, awkwardly waiting for this moment to be over. A smile returns to Harry’s face as he sees this, and he lets you go.
“I gotta take some calls. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”
Following your Daddy’s orders, you nod your head frantically and skip along the road toward the ice cream shop.
“Don’t leave Drue and Jack, y’hear me?” Harry yells out before you get too far, and you give him a thumbs up before skipping again. He sees Drue tell you something he couldn’t hear from where he was, but you skip ahead of both Drue and Jack.
That’s when Harry realizes, your sundress is entirely too short for his liking. Your sundress bounces up as you skip along, partially revealing your baby-pink underwear. Harry’s jaw clenches as he sees Drue and Jack not even trying to hide their gaze at your panties. He can’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock, which was now throbbing at the sight in front of him.
Harry jogs in front of his friends and right next to you, grabbing your arm harshly before leaning down to your ear.
“Why’re you tryna disappoint me, Kitten?” Harry says, his tone harsh and deep. With wide eyes, you swallow harshly at your Daddy’s question.
“Disappoint you?” You ask in disbelief. You’d never try to disappoint your Daddy, ever! Harry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Tears begin to rise up from your waterline, and down onto your flushed cheeks. You made sure you did your makeup and hair just like Harry wanted it, you waited by the door for him to finish his show, and you played with his friends at a new park. You couldn’t figure out what you’ve done so wrong.
“Am I really disappointing you, Daddy? I’d never, ever-"
“Yeah, you are,” Harry interrupts. His fingers reach to the bottom of your skirt, trying to pull it down more to conceal the part of your panties that was showing.
“Your dress is a little short, Baby.”
“Well, duh!” You respond, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that it was nothing too serious. “It’s a sundress, Daddy!” You playfully hit Harry on the shoulder, but his expression remains the same.
“Don’t fuckin’ give me excuses. You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, and this is what you wear? Did you just think I wouldn’t notice?” Harry responds, watching as you shake your head slightly, tears now forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand this at all. Harry said he loved your outfit, so much so that he even called you a princess.
“You said I looked pretty-"
“I lied. Y’think people wanna see how much of a whore you are because you want to show off like one?” Harry says, completely stopping your sentence. “Pull your fuckin dress down.”
“But you said I looked like a princess, Daddy!”
“I know, Darlin, but sometimes Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you this pretty, okay? You understand me?” Harry asks, his hand cupping your chin as you continue walking. “Nod if you understand Daddy.”
Choking on sobs, you nod in compliance before shaking your head right after.
“No! I like my dress the way it is, Daddy!” Stomping your foot, you whine at Harry, who now has a frown on his face.
“Fine.” Was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you the other way.
“Hey, M’ taking Y/n to the restroom. She’s gotta pee.” Harry says, before telling them to wait at the ice cream shop. He continues to walk to the car, but is slowed down by you tugging back.
“N-no! I don’t have to pee-”
“Yes, you do,” Harry growls, yanking your wrist to force you to catch up to him. Before you get there, he uses the remote keys to open the car door.
“Y’think you can disobey Daddy, huh?” Harry says softly, but roughly at the same time, his tone making you shiver. You whine at his tight grip, making your wrist turn white from how hard he’s holding on.
“Get in the fucking car.” Harry says, opening the back seat instead of the front. You notice this, and immediately try to run, but Harry pushes you in the car before you can.
“Don’t try to run, Darlin. Y’know that never works out.” Harry mutters, more to himself than to you, and pushes your dress up so he can see your panties. He spreads your legs wide and sniffs.
“Mmm.” He says, using his index finger to rub your clit slightly through your panties. “My favorite snack.” He moves your panties to the side and gives you no heads-up before completely devouring your pussy. With his lips around your clit, he growls as he moves his tongue at a rapid speed. You scream loudly at the sudden sensation, closing your legs in an attempt to make him stop.
“Daddy, what- why.. please..” You babble out, gripping his brown hair. You can’t help the gasps you let out, your heart beating faster at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking every part of you. He shushes you and tells you to calm down, but you squirm in response. He adds a finger in once he feels your walls are wet enough, and your body arches upwards once he does. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, and starts moving his fingers faster.
“Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit. You involuntarily clench your thighs, so hard to the point where it hurts. As if Harry knew this, he lightly squeezes your thigh to get you to stop. You let out an exasperated whine, telling Harry you’re almost there.
You almost let it happen, but quickly come to your senses.
“No, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin my sundress! Daddy, please I can’t! Stop! Nnghhh!”
Harry sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting out of your clenching pussy. You clench so hard around his fingers, it’s almost hard for him to move them, but he keeps the pace regardless.
“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.
“Hey. Don’t you want ice cream? Hm? If you cum for me, we can get you all the ice cream that pretty little mouth desires.” Harry’s comforting words didnt at all match his demanding tone. He keeps his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them faster and faster as he sucks your clit again. You only try to squirm away, accidentally kicking Harry in the face with your foot.
“JUST CUM FOR ME, DAMMIT!” Harry screams, startling you so hard, you can’t hold on anymore. The liquid from your pussy just gushes out, making the most filthiest sound the both of you ever heard. With your back completely arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your juices squirt all over Harry’s face, his seats, and his pants. He doesn’t even seem to care, and instead of scolding you, he leans down to your gushing pussy, and drinks. He holds out his tongue, and moans at the feeling of your liquids hitting his tastebuds. He could honestly stay there and indulge in that tangy taste he’s so obsessed with, but instead, he pulls your panties back to your leaking pussy.
Harry almost cums at the sight of your juices completely soaking your panties. He’s trying his hardest to ignore the obsessive twitching of his cock, and he finds himself harshly biting his lip. The liquid darkens the baby pink color into a dark magenta. Harry brings his thumb and places it on your clit, and rubbing softly. Your body shakes harshly at his small touch, and he lets out a deep chuckle at how sensitive you are. A small scream escapes your mouth when you feel Harry press hardly on your panties, making sure all your juices are soaked in. He sits back, eyes scanning you up and down. Your eyes are shut, body twitching uncontrollably. The only thing you can do is let out little whimpers, since you can’t seem to form words.
“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Harry says gruffly, before grabbing a hand towel from the glove compartment and wiping his face and the seats. He unlocks the doors and helps you out the car. “Let’s get you some ice cream, Kitten.”
You remain practically glued to Harry’s hip, feeling colder than usual since you were all wet. You whine when the wind blows, making your sensitive pussy feel ice cold. The two of you make your way back into the ice cream shop, Drue and Jack taking notice of you as soon as you walk in. Harry takes a seat next to Drue after ordering you to stand in front of them.
“Go on, do a spin for Daddy and his friends.” Harry orders with that smirk of his. You give him a look, cocking your head in confusion.
“Do you want your ice cream or not?” Harry says harshly and demanding. His jaw clenches at the thought of you disobeying him, so he says it again, harsher this time.
“Spin.”
When you don’t move, Harry grabs your arm and lifts it above your head, spinning you around for the whole ice cream shop to see. Drue and Jack smile at you being shy, thinking nothing of it at first, until they see your soaked underwear.
“Did she.. have an accident?” Jack whispers shakily, eyes glued to your not-so baby pink panties.
“Nope,” Harry says blankly, though he can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face. “She squirted all over my face though.”
Harry figured if you want to show off your panties to the world, they might as well be wet.
After paying for your strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and buying his friends some too, Harry walks all of you back to the park. Bubbles float in the air, and the smell of cotton candy fills your lungs. As you eat your ice cream, you decide on what you should do first. Your mind is made up, though, when your eyes land on the seesaw. Giving Harry your cup of ice cream, you start to skip your way to the seesaw. Harry stops you by grabbing your arm.
“I told you to stop fuckin embarrassing me,” Harry mumbles lowly, before taking his thumb and running it over your lips. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Wha..?” You let out, before getting your answer when you see the ice cream Harry wipes off of your lips.
“Whatever. Just go.” Harry says, making a gesture with his hands telling you to move along. He licks the ice cream off his finger, before sitting on a bench while you play. You’re about to go on the seesaw when you realize you need another person to play. You figured you shouldn’t bother Harry right now, because he was speaking on the phone, and you’re not allowed to talk to him when he’s on the phone. So, you walk up to the bench where Drue and Jack sit, and lightly tug Jack’s shirt.
“Jack? Can you play with me?” You ask shyly, with your hands behind you. The two men laugh at your question, but Jack gets up and takes your hand.
“Of course, pretty. C’mon, let’s go.” He says, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the seesaw. He sits you down on the seesaw properly, and on the seat across from you. The seesaw goes up and down as you push with your legs. You wore a satisfied grin as you feel the wind blow across your face. Contentment was all you felt for a while until your shoelaces got untied. You even double-knotted just like Harry told you!
Jack, who was smiling at your excitement from the other side, sees your shoelaces and stops moving.
“I got it-"
“It’s okay!” You tell him, reassuring that you can do it yourself. Propping your foot on the little bit of seat space you had left. You make sure to triple knot this time, but when you’re on the last bunny loop, you fall flat on your ass. The spiky mulch pokes at your ass, causing tears to form in your eyes. You almost start bawling, but you remember Harry telling you how you were embarrassing him, so you wipe your tears like a big girl and hop right back on your feet. Jack helps you up, telling you that he had fun with you anyways.
It seemed nobody saw your fall, but when you turn your head to Harry’s direction, he’s slowly shaking his head. He gets up and walks in your direction, each step he takes giving you goosebumps. He doesn’t say a word, instead grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the bench.
“Wait, Daddy! I still wanna play!!” You say in a whine, trying to pry Harry’s strong fingers off your arm one by one.
“Why, so you can fall on your ass again? I told you not to fuckin embarrass me. This is the fifth- You know what?” Harry breaks off mid-sentence, his lips pursed into a fine line as he raises his hands.
“Fuck it, I'm done. Do what you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve done nothing but disobey me all day, and when it was time for you to get punished for your actions, I ended up with your foot basically down my fuckin’ throat,” Harry’s voice is practically booming around the whole park, and people stare his way but he doesn’t care. To him, you’ve broken rule, after rule, after rule.
“And now this? You can’t even tie your damn shoes right? Hm? If I find out you’re tryna embarrass me on purpose-”
“I’m not, Daddy! I promise! I just lost my bal-"
“Whatever. Like I said, do what you want. M’ gonna make a couple phone calls, I’ll be in the car.” With that, Harry’s walking away into the sea of people. Feeling defeated and like a disappointment, you make your way to the bench where Drue and Jack are sitting again. Your eyes almost immediately close shut, and you finally realize how tired you are.
“Aw, you’re tired, Honey?” Drue says, taking you in his lap. His tan skin brushes softly against yours. You nod your head yes to his question, leaning into his chest. It was warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but lean in a little more. Drue pets your head as whimper in his lap.
“I fell asleep w-waiting for Daddy. He was watchin’ his s-show… didn’t wan’ bother him.” Slurring on your words from the alcohol, you lean closer into Drue’s chest. You’ve been deprived of touch like this all day. Harry hasn’t even given you much attention since you’ve woken up, so you find yourself enjoying this more than you should.
Drue and Jack exchange knowing glances, and immediately start catering to you. Jack takes your chin in his hand and holds your head up. He puts a water bottle to your lip, and you shiver as you feel the cold liquid go down your throat.
“Let’s get that alcohol out of your system, okay Baby?” He nods his head and waits for you to do the same, and then takes your hand in his. Drue coos at you and whispers comforting words in your ears. You let out a tiny yawn, and immediately the two men both say “Awww,”
You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this, but Harry did tell you that Drue and Jack were his really close friends and that they were friendly. You didn’t want to embarrass him by denying his friend's attention.
There’s a moment of silence between you three, but it’s broken by a statement you’ve never heard anyone say before.
“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry,” Drue says in barely a whisper. Your head shoots up to look at him, and you let out a mumbled sound of confusion.
“Wha..? No.. I love Da-”
“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up." Drue says, pushing your head back to his chest. He begins to bounce his leg for you, and your eyes immediately close back shut.
You were completely knocked out, and Drue and Jack were so caught up in taking care of you, that you never even heard Harry’s voice coming your way.
He’s walking at a fast pace to get back to you, realizing he’s been gone for around an hour. He holds his phone close to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he listens to the person he’s arguing with.
“Yeah, I know that. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get-”
Harry stops in his tracks. He almost drops his phone at the sight he’s just witnessed.
Oh.
That's not how this was supposed to go. Harry was showing you off to his friends to show them what they can't have. Now that his friends think they can baby you like he does, hold you like he does, touch you like he does; he knows that he can no longer trust them. Or you, for that matter. Harry tilts his head sideways a bit to see a little better, and instead of blowing up like he usually would, a small, sly smirk creeps onto his face.
Harry’s going to ruin you.
You're his, and he was going to get that through your incompetent little head, one way or another.
“heyyyy can you do a one shot with like very mean dom/toxic harry showing you of to his friends? :)” i accidentally posted the draft so i had to delete it :/ the ask went away as well but here it is!!! i’m so sorry for all the trouble. pls pls enjoy! i also got kinda carried away with the whole prompt lol. ALSO, SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2? <33
SUMMARY: “Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit.
“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.
Ruin
TW: VERY DARK/dom/toxic!harry x sub/innocent/crybaby!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, piss kink, SMUT WITH PLOT! squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, degrading kink, daddy kink, forced orgasms, exhibitionism, (kinda..maybe?? idk u tell me)
The sound of low, deep voices startles you awake. You lean up in the bed, patting the side where Harry usually lays. He’s not there. The time is 12:38, according to the alarm clock on the table next to you. To your surprise, Harry didn't wake you up at your required time today; instead, he let you sleep in. You whimper at the light sensitivity you're experiencing from the bright sun as you put on your slippers and go to the restroom.
After brushing your teeth and washing up, you head downstairs to see Harry leaning against the counter with a glass in his hand. He’s wearing jeans and a plain black shirt, a very relaxed outfit, so you figured today is his day off. He’s facing towards the couch, where two men you don’t recognize sit. They’re chatting about something you can’t comprehend, and Harry stops once he sees you waiting shyly by the railing. “How’s my sleeping beauty?” You slowly peek around the corner to look at his two friends, who are now staring at you. You never really did well with other people around, especially when you were in small space. Finally mustering up enough courage, you quickly skip into Harry’s arms which were already open for you.
You inhale the scent of him and sigh in content. Harry pets your head a few times before pulling back. He tsks at the sight of you, still in your my melody pajamas. “You know better than to be in your jammies with my company around. Go change.” Harry orders you, lightly tugging on your clothes.
“Sorry, da- Harry.” You shake your head frantically as you fight the urge to call him Daddy. You made sure when you were in little space around other people, you’d tone it down in fear of them freaking out. This time was unexpected, and you couldn’t shake yourself out of it.
“No, S’fine. These are my really close friends. You’re fine, Darlin.” Harry reassures you, now turning you around so you're facing them. “Go say hi to Drue and Jack.” He pushes you with just one finger, and you stumble their way. Drue and Jack look at you, and that’s what you’re most afraid of. The two men tower over you which only makes you slip further into little space. You turn back around and give Harry a pleading look, but he only shakes his head, narrowing his eyes. “Go. Don’t be rude.”
You decide it’s best not to talk back with his friends around. So, after returning your gaze back towards Drue and Jack, you finally stammer out a trembling “H-hi…”
“Well, who’ve we got here?” Jack says, a warm smile plastered on his pale face. “I- I’m Y/n, nice to m-meet you..” You respond just how Harry taught you for when you’re in littlespace, and you hear him let out a satisfied sound behind you.
“Nice to meet you too, Y/n! I’m Jack, and this is Drue. We’ve been friends of Harry’s for a while now.” Jack explains. He reaches out to shake your delicate hand, and Drue does the same. “You look very pretty, Y/n.” Drue says.
“Thanks, you’re pretty too!” You respond, getting visibly more comfortable now.
“See? They’re friendly.” Harry says from behind, drinking from his cup slowly. He puts his cup down and makes his way toward you. “Now let’s get you dressed, yeah? C’mon, Darlin.” He puts a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the stairs. “Say goodbye before we leave, Y/n.”
“It’s nice meeting you two!” You wave back at Drue and Jack, and they do the same to you. “Be back in a few, gotta get this one dressed,” Harry says, and the two men nod and make conversation with themselves.
Harry lets you choose your outfit today, and you decide on a pretty pink sundress- bouncy, frilly, and “fit for a princess just like you,” in Harry’s own words. You choose basic pink low-top shoes to match.
“How do I look, Daddy?” You do a little spin for Harry, his green eyes inspecting you from head to toe. A smile creeps on his face. It was condescending and sly, but so endearing in your eyes.
“Y’look adorable, Babydoll. Now fix your hair.” Harry says, leading you to your vanity. “Can’t have you lookin a mess in front of my friends. You don’t wanna embarrass Daddy, do you?” He sits you down on the chair, a hand on your shoulder as you both stare into the mirror. You shake your head frantically at Harry’s statement. You’d never do anything to disappoint or embarrass your Daddy! He does everything for you, and if he wants you to look nice in front of his friends, you’ll do exactly that.
“All right, get to it. Gonna be downstairs with the boys if y’need me.” Harry says after giving your head a light peck with his lips. “Oh, and don’t wear too much makeup. Don’t want you walking around lookin' like a hooker.” With that, Harry’s gone down the stairs, leaving you alone in the mirror.
So, you open the drawer to your vanity and pull out your princess brush. You comb through your hair, detangling every part as you decide how to style it for today. After trying various hairstyles, and remembering which one is Harry’s favorite- you decide on leaving it loose. The mascara you chose was just enough to give a natural look. You didn’t want to embarrass Harry by wearing too much, so you kept it simple. After wrapping your favorite pink and white ribbon in your hair, you trudge down the stairs towards Harry. He’s now on the couch with Drue and Jack, watching a show you’d never be interested in. With a beer in his hand, Harry takes a few sips before making comments about the show. You lightly tap Harry’s shoulder, and he looks up at you with a small smile.
“Don’t I look pretty, Daddy?” You smile, eyes big and wide as you wait for your Daddy to praise you. Harry looks at you, eyes going up and down as he takes in your appearance. Eventually, he lets out a small “Mhm,” and takes another sip from his beer.
“Go wait by the door. Gonna finish this last episode and then we’ll be off, okay? Go be a good girl and wait for Daddy.” You nod in compliance, eager to follow your Daddy’s orders. You find a space on the ground next to the front door. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable and wait patiently for Harry.
After what seemed like forever, Harry and his friends finally get up from the couch and head towards the door. You’ve must’ve drifted off to sleep, because your eyes strain when you open them. Wiping your eyes, you fight back a yawn as you look up at Harry, Drue and Jack. “Daddy, it’s been almost an hour and-”
“We’re leaving now, right?”
You’re silent for a few seconds. “Right?” Harry repeats. “Yeah, but-” You try to respond, but Harry’s deep and husky voice empowers your small and timid one.
“Alright. Then there’s nothing to complain about. C’mon.” Harry says, making grabby hands at you. You grab his hands immediately, and he leads you to the car. He buckles you in your seat, making sure you’re secure before heading to the drivers seat and starting the car. Jack climbs in the passenger seat and immediately starts a conversation with Harry. You’re sitting next to Drue, who gives you a friendly smile before looking out the window. You do the same too, and in that moment, you realized you didn’t even know where you were going.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Darlin?” Harry responds. You assume that the beer he drank earlier is the reason for his thick, husky voice today. Before you called his name, his eyes were fixated on the road, but they are now shifting between the road and you in the mirror.
“Where are we goin’?” Your voice is filled with curiosity as you ask. Usually, to go to your favorite parks, Harry would turn right. You’d be able to name every building because of how many times you’ve been there. This area was much different. There were hardly any trees, no swings, and no dogs roaming the neighborhood.
Harry hums at your question. He taps the steering wheel with his index finger as he thinks of an answer. How many questions were you going to ask him today? He’s close to telling you to stop asking him things altogether, but seeing as you probably wouldn’t quit, he decides it’s best to tell you. “We’re still goin to the park, Kitten,” Harry responds, in hopes that will shut you up. Why were you questioning him anyways? Harry’s the one who has power in this relationship, so you should simply follow his instructions without challenging him.
“But- where are the pretty palm trees? And the ice cream shop?” Using your hands to push upwards, you look out the window to see your surroundings again. There’s nothing here that’s familiar to you, and your little mind is determined to find out why. Disappointment lingers in your tone when you speak. “This doesn’t look like the park.”
“It’s a different kind of park.” Harry shoots back, a fake smile plastered on his face. It remains there for a few seconds, before quickly diminishing into his dead expression once more. “Now stop fuckin’ bothering me and let me drive.” Harry presses harshly on the pedal, - so harshly that he can feel the metal- making sure you know this conversation is completely over. He engages in conversation with Jack, completely toning out anything that may come out of your mouth. It’s annoying to Harry, really, to hear the same little voice in his ear 24/7. You ask about absurd, unnecessary, obvious things, and if you’re not talking about a cartoon you’re watching, you’re blabbing your mouth about some useless toy.
The location you stop at makes you want to cry. Nothing here looks enjoyable. The building is an old, crusty beige, and trash is littered everywhere around it. Loud music booms through the concrete walls, and you can’t stop yourself from cringing as Harry begins to park the car. Once it’s parked, Harry doesn’t even wait for you, -or even help you out the car- instead, he’s rushing inside the building with Jack. Drue, on the other hand stays behind. His brown eyes watch you slowly get out the car, eyes big and wide as you look at this new park. “Not as pretty as your usual parks, huh?”
A gasp escapes your lips as you turn in Drue’s direction. You smile once you see his face, and gently shake your head. “Daddy usually takes me to the park next to the ice cream shop. I’ve never seen this park before!” You say, running your delicate fingers across the bumpy walls. “Is the playground inside?” Curious, you tilt your head to the side. When he realizes just how innocent you are, Drue chuckles and wonders how Harry could have just left you out there by yourself. He’s never heard much about you, other then Harry mentioning you a few times in conversations, but before Drue could ask anymore about you, Harry would change the subject. Every. Single. Time. He could never figure out if it was because you didn’t exist, or if it’s because Harry wants you all to himself.
Drue never imagined you to be so… adorable. With your bubbly personality and that cute smile of yours, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you- and he knows if Harry ever found out what he thinks about you, he’d be a dead man. “It’s not that kind of playground, Y/n. Come with me.” Drue says, doing a gesture with his pointer and middle finger so you can grab his hand. You hesitate a bit. Harry tells you he’s the only one who can hold your hand, but Drue was his best friend, so why wouldn’t it be fine? His hand fits perfectly around yours. The two of you head inside the building, the sea of people completely swallowing you whole.
The only thing you can see is people everywhere, rubbing on each other, and practically eating each others faces. Definitely not a place for someone like you. Harry and Jack are nowhere to be seen, Drue makes sure of it- before leading you to the middle of the dance floor. “Dance with me,” He says in your ear. He begins to move his body to the loud music. He stops once he notices your lost expression. “C’mon, Y/n. Don’t worry about Harry. He controls every little thing you do. Don’t you wanna let loose today?”
You don’t know exactly what to do, but you know Harry trusts Drue, and this is a park. You wanted to have fun, and that’s exactly what a park is for. So, with a smile on your face, you begin to dance with Drue. He smiles back, and looks for any sign of Harry before returning his attention back to you.
If Drue knew Harry was all the way in the back, eyes sinisterly watching the two of you, he would’ve left you alone entirely.
Harry’s leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, and Jack in his ear blabbing about something he couldn’t care less about. He slowly takes a sip of his drink, and mumbles out a “Mhm” to make it seem like he’s not ignoring Jack. The only thing he’s focused on is you, dancing with his best friend. Harry knows you’d never cheat on him, or even have the guts to, so this has to be in the hands of Drue.
“Dance with Y/n.” Harry says blankly, completely stopping Jack from blabbing about whatever he was going on about.
“What? But that’s your girlfriend, man-“
“I don’t give a shit. Go.” Harry pushes Jack in your direction. He gives him a concerned look. He waits for Harry to elaborate, but that’s all he gives him, his expression remaining unbothered. Jack gives him another weird look before getting next to you and Drue, moving his body in a rhythm that matches yours.
Harry sighs deeply as he falls back against the wall. Drue obviously has an interest in you, but if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t even try it. Harry knows if Drue dares to make a move on you, it’s not long until Jack will try to follow suit. So, he figured he’d mess with his friends. Show them what they are unable to possess—you.
You’re still dancing with the two men surrounding each side of you. Laughing and twirling around in excitement, you grab both of their hands and make them twirl along with you.
“Wheeww!” You let out between giggles. Drue and Jack laugh at your innocence and continue to dance. Your fun was cut short when Harry gets in between the three of you, an unamused expression on his face.
“This place is fuckin’ boring,” Harry says, a fresh, unopened can of beer in his right hand. You don’t even notice it, until you feel Harry’s cold hand lifting your chin up, putting the can to your closed lips.
“But Daddy, you said I can’t have anymore alcohol, remember? Cuz I threw up a bunch!”
“Yeah, but you can take this.” Harry says, tapping your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. When you don’t, Harry’s condeciding smile turns into a frown. Drue and Jack watch as Harry’s gaze turns cold.
“Open.”
Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth slowly. You can’t prepare yourself for the burning, harsh liquid that trickles down your throat. You swallow and lean back to show Harry you don’t want anymore, but he only presses the can back to your lips.
“More.”
You reluctantly follow his orders and take five long sips from the can. As you swallow the beer, you hold back your tears and give Harry a small smile, waiting for him to praise you for being good. But as you watch Harry chuckle and playfully hit Jack on the shoulder, the tears in your eyes only deepen.
“See? I told you she’d drink some if I told her to.” Harry says between laughs, before taking another sip of beer.
“C’mon. We’ll go the park, Y/n.” He extends his empty hand out to you, and when you don’t take it, his jaw clenches. You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him you don’t want to go to the other park anymore. You like this park, and you like dancing with Harry’s friends. Harry only ignores you, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the building. Drue and Jack follow along and choose not to say anything to Harry who’s visibly angry, though he won’t admit it.
Excitement bubbles in your stomach once you see the park's huge palm trees. There seems to be a festival going on, and you can’t stop the smile that appears on your face. Drue lets out a chuckle at the sight of you.
“You excited?” Drue asks you, unbuckling his seatbelt while Harry parks the car.
“Yeah! This is my favorite park, remember? I wanna play on the-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp, remembering the best part of the whole park.
“Daddy! Can we get ice cream? The ice cream shop is open!” You look at Harry, who’s parked and is almost out the car. He doesn’t respond, only nods his head and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and receipts and pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills.
“Here,” Harry says, holding the money to you between his pointer and middle finger. “Get whatever you want.”
Dumbfounded, you look at the money with wide eyes. Harry’s never let you hold more than fifty dollars, so two hundred seemed like all the money in the world. You bubble with excitement as you think of all the things you can buy at the festival. As you take the money from Harry, you bounce around and think of stuffed animals and candy.
“Thank you soooo much, Daddy! You’re the best! I love you so much!” You say, stepping on your tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer, kissing you on your lips.
“I love you too, Kitten. With all of my heart. Do you know that?" Harry says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Do you know Daddy loves you?" In the corner of his eye, he sees Drue and Jack, awkwardly waiting for this moment to be over. A smile returns to Harry’s face as he sees this, and he lets you go.
“I gotta take some calls. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”
Following your Daddy’s orders, you nod your head frantically and skip along the road toward the ice cream shop.
“Don’t leave Drue and Jack, y’hear me?” Harry yells out before you get too far, and you give him a thumbs up before skipping again. He sees Drue tell you something he couldn’t hear from where he was, but you skip ahead of both Drue and Jack.
That’s when Harry realizes, your sundress is entirely too short for his liking. Your sundress bounces up as you skip along, partially revealing your baby-pink underwear. Harry’s jaw clenches as he sees Drue and Jack not even trying to hide their gaze at your panties. He can’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock, which was now throbbing at the sight in front of him.
Harry jogs in front of his friends and right next to you, grabbing your arm harshly before leaning down to your ear.
“Why’re you tryna disappoint me, Kitten?” Harry says, his tone harsh and deep. With wide eyes, you swallow harshly at your Daddy’s question.
“Disappoint you?” You ask in disbelief. You’d never try to disappoint your Daddy, ever! Harry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Tears begin to rise up from your waterline, and down onto your flushed cheeks. You made sure you did your makeup and hair just like Harry wanted it, you waited by the door for him to finish his show, and you played with his friends at a new park. You couldn’t figure out what you’ve done so wrong.
“Am I really disappointing you, Daddy? I’d never, ever-"
“Yeah, you are,” Harry interrupts. His fingers reach to the bottom of your skirt, trying to pull it down more to conceal the part of your panties that was showing.
“Your dress is a little short, Baby.”
“Well, duh!” You respond, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that it was nothing too serious. “It’s a sundress, Daddy!” You playfully hit Harry on the shoulder, but his expression remains the same.
“Don’t fuckin’ give me excuses. You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, and this is what you wear? Did you just think I wouldn’t notice?” Harry responds, watching as you shake your head slightly, tears now forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand this at all. Harry said he loved your outfit, so much so that he even called you a princess.
“You said I looked pretty-“
“I lied. Y’think people wanna see how much of a whore you are because you want to show off like one?” Harry says, completely stopping your sentence. “Pull your fuckin dress down.”
“But you said I looked like a princess, Daddy!”
“I know, Darlin, but sometimes Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you this pretty, okay? You understand me?” Harry asks, his hand cupping your chin as you continue walking. “Nod if you understand Daddy.”
Choking on sobs, you nod in compliance before shaking your head right after.
“No! I like my dress the way it is, Daddy!” Stomping your foot, you whine at Harry, who now has a frown on his face.
“Fine.” Was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you the other way.
“Hey, M’ taking Y/n to the restroom. She’s gotta pee.” Harry says, after telling them to wait at the ice cream shop. He continues to walk to the car, but is slowed down by you tugging back.
“N-no! I don’t have to pee-”
“Yes, you do,” Harry growls, yanking your wrist to force you to catch up to him. Before you get there, he uses the remote keys to open the car door.
“Y’think you can disobey Daddy, huh?” Harry says softly, but roughly at the same time, his tone making you shiver. You whine at his tight grip, making your wrist turn white from how hard he’s holding on.
“Get in the fucking car.” Harry says, opening the back seat instead of the front. You notice this, and immediately try to run, but Harry pushes you in the car before you can.
“Don’t try to run, Darlin. Y’know that never works out.” Harry mutters, more to himself than to you, and pushes your dress up so he can see your panties. He spreads your legs wide and sniffs.
“Mmm.” He says, using his index finger to rub your clit slightly through your panties. “My favorite snack.” He moves your panties to the side and gives you no heads-up before completely devouring your pussy. With his lips around your clit, he growls as he moves his tongue at a rapid speed. You scream loudly at the sudden sensation, closing your legs in an attempt to make him stop.
“Daddy, what- why.. please..” You babble out, gripping his brown hair. You can’t help the gasps you let out, your heart beating faster at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking every part of you. He shushes you and tells you to calm down, but you squirm in response. He adds a finger in once he feels your walls are wet enough, and your body arches upwards once he does. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, and starts moving his fingers faster.
“Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit. You involuntarily clench your thighs, so hard to the point where it hurts. As if Harry knew this, he lightly squeezes your thigh to get you to stop. You let out an exasperated whine, telling Harry you’re almost there.
You almost let it happen, but quickly come to your senses.
“No, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin my sundress! Daddy, please I can’t! Stop! Nnghhh!”
Harry sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting out of your clenching pussy. You clench so hard around his fingers, it’s almost hard for him to move them, but he keeps the pace regardless.
“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.
“Hey. Don’t you want ice cream? Hm? If you cum for me, we can get you all the ice cream that pretty little mouth desires.” Harry’s comforting words didnt at all match his demanding tone. He keeps his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them faster and faster as he sucks your clit again. You only try to squirm away, accidentally kicking Harry in the face with your foot.
“JUST CUM FOR ME, DAMMIT!” Harry screams, startling you so hard, you can’t hold on anymore. The liquid from your pussy just gushes out, making the most filthiest sound the both of you ever heard. With your back completely arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your juices squirt all over Harry’s face, his seats, and his pants. He doesn’t even seem to care, and instead of scolding you, he leans down to your gushing pussy, and drinks. He holds out his tongue, and moans at the feeling of your liquids hitting his tastebuds. He could honestly stay there and indulge in that tangy taste he’s so obsessed with, but instead, he pulls your panties back to your leaking pussy.
Harry almost cums at the sight of your juices completely soaking your panties. He’s trying his hardest to ignore the obsessive twitching of his cock, and he finds himself harshly biting his lip. The liquid darkens the baby pink color into a dark magenta. Harry brings his thumb and places it on your clit, and rubbing softly. Your body shakes harshly at his small touch, and he lets out a deep chuckle at how sensitive you are. A small scream escapes your mouth when you feel Harry press hardly on your panties, making sure all your juices are soaked in. He sits back, eyes scanning you up and down. Your eyes are shut, body twitching uncontrollably. The only thing you can do is let out little whimpers, since you can’t seem to form words.
“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Harry says gruffly, before grabbing a hand towel from the glove compartment and wiping his face and the seats. He unlocks the doors, and helps you out the car. “Let’s get you some ice cream, Kitten.”
You remain practically glued to Harry’s hip, feeling colder than usual since you were all wet. You whine when the wind blows, making your sensitive pussy feel ice cold. The two of you make your way back into the ice cream shop, Drue and Jack taking notice of you as soon as you walk in. Harry takes a seat next to Drue after ordering you to stand in front of them.
“Go on, do a spin for Daddy and his friends.” Harry orders with that smirk of his. You give him a look, cocking your head in confusion.
“Do you want your ice cream or not?” Harry says harshly and demanding. His jaw clenches at the thought of you disobeying him, so he says it again, harsher this time.
“Spin.”
When you don’t move, Harry grabs your arm and lifts it above your head, spinning you around for the whole ice cream shop to see. Drue and Jack smile at you being shy, thinking nothing of it at first, until they see your soaked underwear.
“Did she.. have an accident?” Jack whispers shakily, eyes glued to your not-so baby pink panties.
“Nope,” Harry says blankly, though he can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face. “She squirted all over my face though.”
Harry figured if you want to show off your panties to the world, they might as well be wet.
After paying for your strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and buying his friends some too, Harry walks all of you back to the park. Bubbles float in the air, and the smell of cotton candy fills your lungs. As you eat your ice cream, you decide on what you should do first. Your mind is made up, though, when your eyes land on the seesaw. Giving Harry your cup of ice cream, you start to skip your way to the seesaw. Harry stops you by grabbing your arm.
“I told you to stop fuckin embarrassing me,” Harry mumbles lowly, before taking his thumb and running it over your lips. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Wha..?” You let out, before getting your answer when you see the ice cream Harry wipes off of your lips.
“Whatever. Just go.” Harry says, making a gesture with his hands telling you to move along. He licks the ice cream off his finger, before sitting on a bench while you play. You’re about to go on the seesaw when you realize you need another person to play. You figured you shouldn’t bother Harry right now, because he was speaking on the phone, and you’re not allowed to talk to him when he’s on the phone. So, you walk up to the bench where Drue and Jack sit, and lightly tug Jack’s shirt.
“Jack? Can you play with me?” You ask shyly, with your hands behind you. The two men laugh at your question, but Jack gets up and takes your hand.
“Of course, pretty. C’mon, let’s go.” He says, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the seesaw. He sits you down on the seesaw properly, and on the seat across from you. The seesaw goes up and down as you push with your legs. You wore a satisfied grin as you feel the wind blow across your face. Contentment was all you felt for a while until your shoelaces got untied. You even double-knotted just like Harry told you!
Jack, who was smiling at your excitement from the other side, sees your shoelaces and stops moving.
“I got it-"
“It’s okay!” You tell him, reassuring that you can do it yourself. Propping your foot on the little bit of seat space you had left. You make sure to triple knot this time, but when you’re on the last bunny loop, you fall flat on your ass. The spiky mulch pokes at your ass, causing tears to form in your eyes. You almost start bawling, but you remember Harry telling you how you were embarrassing him, so you wipe your tears like a big girl and hop right back on your feet. Jack helps you up, telling you that he had fun with you anyways.
It seemed nobody saw your fall, but when you turn your head to Harry’s direction, he’s slowly shaking his head. He gets up and walks in your direction, each step he takes giving you goosebumps. He doesn’t say a word, instead grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the bench.
“Wait, Daddy! I still wanna play!!” You say in a whine, trying to pry Harry’s strong fingers off your arm one by one.
“Why, so you can fall on your ass again? I told you not to fuckin embarrass me. This is the fifth- You know what?” Harry breaks off mid-sentence, his lips pursed into a fine line as he raises his hands.
“Fuck it, I'm done. Do what you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve done nothing but disobey me all day, and when it was time for you to get punished for your actions, I ended up with your foot basically down my fuckin’ throat,” Harry’s voice is practically booming around the whole park, and people stare his way but he doesn’t care. To him, you’ve broken rule, after rule, after rule.
“And now this? You can’t even tie your damn shoes right? Hm? If I find out you’re tryna embarrass me on purpose-”
“I’m not, Daddy! I promise! I just lost my bal-"
“Whatever. Like I said, do what you want. M’ gonna make a couple phone calls, I’ll be in the car.” With that, Harry’s walking away into the sea of people. Feeling defeated and like a disappointment, you make your way to the bench where Drue and Jack are sitting again. Your eyes almost immediately close shut, and you finally realize how tired you are.
“Aw, you’re tired, Honey?” Drue says, taking you in his lap. His tan skin brushes softly against yours. You nod your head yes to his question, leaning into his chest. It was warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but lean in a little more. Drue pets your head as whimper in his lap.
“I fell asleep w-waiting for Daddy. He was watchin’ his s-show… didn’t wan’ bother him.” Slurring on your words from the alcohol, you lean closer into Drue’s chest. You’ve been deprived of touch like this all day. Harry hasn’t even given you much attention since you’ve woken up, so you find yourself enjoying this more than you should.
Drue and Jack exchange knowing glances, and immediately start catering to you. Jack takes your chin in his hand and holds your head up. He puts a water bottle to your lip, and you shiver as you feel the cold liquid go down your throat.
“Let’s get that alcohol out of your system, okay Baby?” He nods his head and waits for you to do the same, and then takes your hand in his. Drue coos at you and whispers comforting words in your ears. You let out a tiny yawn, and immediately the two men both say “Awww,”
You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this, but Harry did tell you that Drue and Jack were his really close friends and that they were friendly. You didn’t want to embarrass him by denying his friend's attention.
There’s a moment of silence between you three, but it’s broken by a statement you’ve never heard anyone say before.
“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry,” Drue says in barely a whisper. Your head shoots up to look at him, and you let out a mumbled sound of confusion.
“Wha..? No.. I love Da-”
“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up." Drue says, pushing your head back to his chest. He begins to bounce his leg for you, and your eyes immediately close back shut.
You were completely knocked out, and Drue and Jack were so caught up in taking care of you, that you never even heard Harry’s voice coming your way.
He’s walking at a fast pace to get back to you, realizing he’s been gone for around an hour. He holds his phone close to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he listens to the person he’s arguing with.
“Yeah, I know that. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get-”
Harry stops in his tracks. He almost drops his phone at the sight he’s just witnessed.
Oh.
That's not how this was supposed to go. Harry was showing you off to his friends to show them what they can't have. Now that his friends think they can baby you like he does, hold you like he does, touch you like he does; he knows that he can no longer trust them. Or you, for that matter. Harry tilts his head sideways a bit to see a little better, and instead of blowing up like he usually would, a small, sly smirk creeps onto his face.
Harry’s going to ruin you.
You're his, and he was going to get that through your incompetent little head, one way or another.
