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Y/N is Harry’s secretary.

Summary: Harry is a twenty-five year old Co-CEO, and Y/N is his nineteen year old secretary at his multimillionaire company. They try to keep their work relationship professional, but neither of them can help it when they’re the only ones left in the office at closing time.

Word Count: < 7k

Warnings: Daddy kink towards the end, rough office sex, just good ol’ smut in general.

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Good morningggg hope everyone is having a good day

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his replacement

summary: Harry has made it clear to Y/N that she isn’t his girlfriend, so she has no other choice but to take someone else on what was suppose to be their trip.

a/n: There will be a part 2 but this has been brewing in my head for a while now. Hope you enjoy! Also let me know if I should write in third person with y/n or in first person. 1.3k 

As she sat alone in her bed, she thought of all the ways she could have done something different. She thought about how far back in time she needed to go so that the present could be altered. Maybe if she reminded him more then he wouldn’t have forgotten. But she reminded him over and over again so that shouldn’t have been the problem. Maybe if she would’ve booked the trip on another weekend then he would’ve been more available. But he would never be 100% available for the next couple months, at least not available for her.

It seemed as though no matter what Y/N could’ve done, nothing would’ve worked. Harry would still be unpacked and filling his day with his work. He would still be angry with her for “meddling in his life” and would still have no regret for yelling at her.

She tried to tell herself it wasn’t her fault. Although the words Harry spat at her weren’t exactly wrong. They were definitely harsh but ultimately true. She wasn’t his girlfriend, he made that very clear, and she shouldn’t have expected a romantic getaway with the guy she was just sleeping with. However, in her defense, he was the one who agreed to go, who let her believe it was more than friends with benefits, so he had no right to totally freak out on her.

If he didn’t want her to feel like his girlfriend then he shouldn’t have treated her like she was. Now matter how much she convinced herself that it was nothing more then sloppy (but very enjoyable) sex with her friend, Harry, she couldn’t get over the fact that he treated her to “dates.” He never disclosed them as dates, but the vibes were definitely there. He took her out to a nice dinner “just to celebrate” her newest business deal. They went out to the movies, like regular friends do, but he was very touchy during those times, having an arm around her shoulders or holding her hand. He even scheduled to make times to hangout with her, while his other friends only got him when he was available. She felt special in a way and sometimes it slipped her mind that they weren’t actually together.

The more she thought about the argument she had with Harry hours prior, the more she went from sad to angry and it was then that she decided she wasn’t going to wait around for him to change his mind about her. She was still going to the Bahamas with or without him. And since she had an extra ticket, she might as well invite someone else.

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That someone else is Shawn Mendes. Y/N had met Shawn Mendes two months ago at a red carpet event. Striking up conversation was easy after they were formally introduced by a mutual friend. She realized quickly that he was a simple, easy to talk to fella. Throughout the night, and into an after party, they were inseparable. When she needed a drink, Shawn did too. When a friend pulled Shawn onto the dance floor, she happened to know that friend too, so she was also dragged along. They both exchanged jokes as they watched people get way too drunk and embarrass themselves. Overall, it was a fun night.

So much fun that if Y/N wasn’t hooking up with Harry, she probably would’ve taken him home. But she passed on that opportunity and has since then become good friends with the Canadian superstar. It was easy to get Shawn to accept her ticket to the Bahamas. He just finished his tour which gave him the freedom to relax and she knew he needed it.

“Are you all packed and ready?” Shawn asked upon his early arrival at her condo. They were leaving today and figured riding together would make things simpler.

“Yes I am. I was so excited, I’ve been packed for three days,” she beamed. His eyes grew wide in disbelief at the size of her suitcase. “I’m kind of an overpacker.”

He chuckled. “You don’t say.”

They left shortly after she had grabbed last minute items, like her phone charger and toothbrush, and made their journey to the airport.

When they arrived at the airport, the paparazzi were already there. For a second, fear popped into her head of what they could make this look like. The reality was two friends of the opposite sex going on vacation together for a week and a half. But others would love to twist it into another young vacationing lovers that would eventually break up from a cheating scandal. It didn’t bother Y/N that people would assume she was dating Shawn because, well, he was a good looking guy. The only thing that worried her was what Harry would think if the story got twisted. But then again, this could’ve been him. However, he chose to decline. Screw him, she thought.

She put on a bright smile as she walked ahead of Shawn into the airport. She was off to a trip she wouldn’t forget.

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The beach house Y/N and Shawn were staying at was breathtaking. It was so close to the beach that the sound of crashing waves can be heard from every room of the house. It was spacious and bright. There was a hot tub and hammock out back for them to relax on. There are two bedrooms - one for her and one for him. They arrived mid afternoon and decided to take some time to unpack before they’d go down to the beach to look around.

“Hey, Y/N, come check this out,” Shawn calls. She finds him lounging on the couch with his laptop resting on his lap. When she looks at the screen, she sees articles pulled up with their pictures from the airport plastered all over them. She cackles as she reads the title of the article, Shawn & Y/N Seen On Their Way to a Romantic Trip.

“Okay, you’re laughing,” Shawn observes as he tries to analyze the situation.

“Of course I’m laughing. I saw this coming! I bet your fans are having a field day with this.”

“Yeah, well, what do we do now?” Y/N grinned at him.

“Absolutely nothing. We know we’re just friends on a friendly trip,” Y/N emphasizing the friend part. “Who cares if others are wrong, it’s not going to ruin our trip.” Shawn nods along in agreement. “And from now on, we’re gonna have limited screen time. We can’t waste our trip worrying about everyone else.”

“You’re right.” Shawn shuts his laptop close and takes his phone out to power it off. He looks at her with an expectant look, it was her turn to turn in her phone for the rest of the evening.

When she pulls her phone, she notices the silent incoming call she has. The one and only Harry Styles is reaching out to her for the first time in a week since their argument. He must’ve seen the articles, she thinks. She never told him about giving his ticket to someone else. How could she when she was too hurt to talk to him after his rude remarks. And he was too stubborn to call her and apologize. It was his fault that she found his replacement.

And he realizes this now as he reads through the many reports of her vacationing with her “new lover.” Harry examines the photos, trying to decide if her smile is genuine or just for the camera. He really hopes it is just for the camera. But when he can’t figure out if she’s happy with someone else on what could’ve been their trip, he feels like he has no other option to call her. He waits impatiently as his phone calls hers.

“Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system…”

She waits patiently for Harry’s call to be sent to voicemail and then finishes turning off her phone. She smiles up at Shawn. “Ready to go out?”

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everyone slandering harry’s ear lobe is going to HEAR from ME

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Leaving the Pre-Met Gala Dinner in NYC - May 5

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hi i’d like to apologize again for not being active, i’m honestly just focusing on me rn and working a lot so hopefully i’ll get my mojo back!

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sorry for not being active :( works been killing me and i’ve started my period so i’m not feeling the best. i’ll try and post in a couple days xx

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If you could be any animal, what animal would u be and why?

a cat bc i could sleep all day LOL

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hey y’all! i’m gonna be answering questions y’all send me so ask away! i’ll answer anything :)

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I am dating an older guy and he works a lot but the only thing that can seem to get him talking to me when he has time is if I send nudes and sext him. What do I do?

tbh sis i haven’t really been in a position like this before, but if he can’t keep a simple conversation with you, it’s unhealthy! try talking to him about it, but don’t straight up ask why he only talks to you when you send him something suggestive. a relationship definitely shouldn’t only be sending nudes or sexting. i hope this helps!

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i want yall to get to know me as well, since i haven’t really connected with my followers. so if you guys have any questions about me youd like to know, feel free to ask them! or if you wanna say anything to get it off your chest, go ahead! this is a judgement free zone and i’m willing to offer some shitty advice!

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Bully (Harry Styles AU)

Warning, this contains graphic sex, rough kink and dirty talk and if you’re not comfortable with either one you shouldn’t read this.

This story has 10.000 words and I worked fucking hard on it. Dedicated to my lovely friend Serena.

Harry is a bullying little shit who asks Serena out as a joke.

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reblogging this so i can read it later xx

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hope your day is going okay!

thank you <3 its gotten better now. just a bit stressful at work! hope yours is going well xx

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yall im still kinda in awe that this blog has over 4k followers?? i deadass only made this acc so i could separate my one direction/harry styles posts from my other account and it kinda just blew up?? i posted some shitty content like four years ago that got some attention but not that much?? honestly so grateful! love each and every one of ya <3

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can you do a oneshot w smut in it y/n is insecure about her smaller chest and is too afraid to take off her shirt. harry reassures her w lots of dirty talk abt how sexy/hot she is,,, w loads of smut ty :)

girl yessss we love a supportive baby!!!

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insecurity is something i’ve dealt with most of my life. however, one of the things i’ve been most insecure about is my chest size.

i wouldn’t necessarily call myself flat chested, but my breasts aren’t noticeably large. at least a b cup if i’m lucky.

harry and i have been together a few months now, and i’d be lying if i said we weren’t sexual. except, every time we get intimate, i always keep my shirt on. i’ve always been too scared to be fully exposed to him, and that he wouldn’t find me as attractive since i have a smaller bust.

“lovie?” he calls from the bathroom.

“hm?” i hum in response, scrolling through a movie list on netflix.

“gonna take a shower… care to join?” he enters the room, already stripped down to his boxers.

“not tonight, h… m’ not really feeling it.” i look up at him.

“feelin’ ill?” he sits down next to me and feels my forehead.

“no, i feel fine. just…” i look down.

“wha? s’ somethin up?” he asks worriedly.

“harry… i’m just… scared.” i admit. my cheeks heat up, and i feel a pit in my stomach. you know that feeling when you’re telling someone something really deep and personal, and you’re afraid of how they’d react? that’s how i’m feeling.

“scared of what, darling? s’ not like i’m a stranger.” he reassures me.

“i’m just insecure about my…” i pause. god, i sound so pathetic. “about my tits.”

“what about em’?” he asks. “i think they’re perfect.”

“they’re just…small.” i sigh.

“lovie, i’d still love yeh even if you had none.” he kisses the top of my head. “come shower with me, yeah?”

i meekly nod, not wanting to let him down. either way, he’s going to eventually see them.

i get up and follow him to the bathroom, and he turns the water on and gets in. i take my time taking my clothes off, going slower once i reach my shirt and bra.

i set my clothes on the floor and pull back the curtain and step in to the steamy water, looking up pitifully at harry.

“look at tha’. my beautiful girl.” he smiles, cupping my cheek.

my mouth curves slightly, his compliments still give me butterflies.

“love this body… absolutely perfect.” his hands trail from my shoulders, down my arms to move them from my chest. he admires my breasts for a few seconds before cupping one of them in his large hand. “wouldn’t trade ya for the world.”

he leans down and kisses me softly, turning to push me against the wall. i reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, and he picks me up. i wrap my legs around his torso as he kisses me deeper. his mouth slowly trails down my face, to my neck, eventually hitting my collar bones. he sucks lightly, teasing me down to my left breast. he takes my erect nipple into his mouth and sucks harshly, earning a soft moan from my throat.

“feels s’ good, h.” i moan.

“you’re perfect, pet. love everythin’ about yeh.” he mumbles against my skin, switching to my right breast.

i tangle my hands in his hair as he kisses and sucks at my skin, my arousal growing.

“wanna feel you.” i whimper.

he pulls away and positions himself before slowly sinking into me, a low groan emitting from his throat.

“such a lovely girl, you are.” he kisses me sweetly and starts thrusting.

he develops a slow, but deep pace, making sure to hit that spot deep within me. i moan out softly and beg him for more, and he picks up the pace.

“love you so fuckin’ much.” he presses his forehead to mine. water trickles down both of our faces, making him look like an absolute angel.

“m’ close…” i whine.

“c’mon lovie,” he encourages. “m’ gonna come.” 

he thrusts a few more times before pulling out and releasing on my stomach, just as i curl my toes and see stars. i hold on to him tightly, scared my body will fall limp and i’ll slip from his grip.

“love you so much… and everythin’ about you.” he kisses me one last time.

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LOVE HIM SM

sorry if its short >_> been one hell of a day, but i wanted to get this out!

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neighbor!harry

i love him so muCH

contains smut, swearing, and some fluff :)

i originally wrote this on wattpad, but never posted it bc i didn’t think it was that good ¯\_ツ_/¯ ngl i think it’s p bad. feedback would b appreciated ig

word count is about 2.5k

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i step off the bus, putting my hood over my head to guard my already frizzy hair from the rain. it seemed to come out of nowhere, testing my luck as i neared my stop. i speed walk towards my apartment complex, feeling the wind start to pick up.

had i known the weather was going to do a complete 180 on me, i would have dressed appropriately. however, i didn't believe the forecast shared by my weather app on my phone. i didn't think it would actually rain.

i scurry up the stairs and to my door, seeing my next door neighbor fiddling with his keys to get into his as well. when we make eye contact, i give him a smile. his lips barely curve up in response as he goes back to what he was doing prior to my arrival.

"better get inside, little one. you'll freeze." he says as i reach into my book bag to get my own keys, ignoring the fact that he called me 'little one'. he'd been calling me that ever since i moved in, considering our height differences.

"almost missed the bus, would have frozen up like a popsicle." i nervously laugh, finally finding my keys under one of my many books.

"that bag is bigger than you are, heavy yeah?" he nods towards the bag on my back.

"i-you get used to it after a while." i blush, finally unlocking my door. "have a nice night, harry."

he smiles at me right before i close and lock my door.

my bag is thrown on the floor, making a loud 'thud' noise. i remove my shoes and run to my bedroom, and immediately change into an oversized t-shirt, my fuzzy pajama pants, and some fuzzy socks. i've been waiting for this moment all day.

sighing loudly, i go into my small kitchen and decide to make dinner, seeing as i hadn't eaten since about 12:30 this afternoon, and it's nearly 6:30 now.

i scan my shelves and notice that i've run out of boxes of mac and cheese and packets of ramen, and nothing good in the fridge. great. i would go to the store, but the weather isn't permitting me to do so. pizza it is, then.

i decide to just order myself a pizza and a 2 liter of my favorite soda, and binge watch movies all night, seeing as it is friday night and i have nothing planned for the next day.

i get myself comfy on my couch, pulling up my first movie right as someone knocks on my door. i quickly get up with my wallet, knowing it's the pizza.

i thank the delivery boy, handing him a tip and wishing him a safe drive back before shutting and locking the door again.

i set the pizza and soda on the coffee table and go into the kitchen to grab a cup and some napkins before making myself comfy again.

about two slices of pizza in, another knock is delivered on my door. i groan in obvious annoyance and pause my movie, setting my slice of pizza back in the box. i wipe my hands on a napkin before opening the door to see harry standing before me, in a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

"sounded a bit irritated there, bug." he chuckles.

"i was comfortable, and watching a movie. which you interrupted." i sass, knowing he can sense my sarcasm.

"jus' wanted to check on yeh, been some suspicious activity in the complex recently. did you get a pizza?" he peeks his head in to see my box of pizza.

"yeah, didn't have anything to make and i wasn't going to go back out in the rain to get groceries, so i decided to play it safe." i shrug, looking st the box and back at harry.

"would yeh mind if i joined? got nothin' planned and figured you could use some company." he asks.

"yeah, sure, um, come in." i step aside and let him in.

he isn't wearing shoes, seeing as he's right next door, and casually walks over to my couch and sits down right in my comfy spot. i walk over to him with my hands on my hips.

"somethin' wrong, pet?" he looks up at me.

"you're in my spot." i say, shifting my weight to my left foot.

"yeh? and? i'm your guest." he smirks.

"this is my apartment. not yours." i smirk back.

"and what are yeh g'nna do about it?" he stands up, towering over my small frame.

i take this opportunity to slide past him and quickly hop back in my spot, giggling as he turns around in disbelief.

"i'm gonna take it back, that's what i'm gonna do."

he chuckles and shakes his head. "lucky you're cute, otherwise i'd be mad." he sits next to me and reaches for a slice of pizza.

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about halfway into the third movie, i find myself spooning harry on my couch, my head back against his chest.

sleep is clearly trying to take over, but i keep nodding off. harry gently rubbing my sides isn't helping either.

"getting sleepy?" he asks, and i nod. "wan' me to carry yeh?"

i nod again, and he turns the tv off before scooping me up and finding his way to my room. he flicks the light on and gently lays me on my bed.

"stay with me?" i look up at him, sad at the loss of warmth.

he shuts my light off and lays down next to me, pulling me close to him.

"you're warm." i yawn, looking up at him. the only light is the light shining in from the street lights, and i can hardly see his face.

"you're too cute, doll." he kisses the top of my head right as i fall asleep.

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in the dead of the night, i wake up in a sweat. i feel myself restrained, but quickly realize it's only harry's arms, and i wriggle myself free. i get up, careful not to wake him. i pad into my kitchen to grab a glass of water, and down it immediately.

after putting the glass away, i throw away the empty pizza box and soda bottle and rinse out the cups before going back into my room.

"everythin' okay?" a sleepy harry asks as i lay back down.

"yeah, just needed some water." i say quietly. i snuggle back up to his chest and can't help but smile.

"you're a cuddly little thing, yeh know?" harry chuckles lightly.

"you're warm." i say against his chest. "can't help it."

"also talk in your sleep." he nuzzles his nose in my messy hair. "said somethin' about me.”

i feel the heat rush to my cheeks. what did i say? i don't remember dreaming about him...

"w-what?" i asked, sitting up. "what did i say?"

"not tellin'." he smirks.

i can hardly see him with the low light, but i can tell he's smirking.

"tell me!" i push his shoulder.

"nope. not gonna."

"harry!" i whine. "tell meee!"

"nope. sorry, little one." he pats my thigh. "gonna keep it to meself."

"you're mean." i pout.

"now, don't be like that, poppet. yeh know i'm just playin'" he smiles.

"you're still mean." i fold my arms over my chest.

"c'mon darling, don't be like that." he pulls me back down and makes it so he is hovering over me.

i move my arms and look up at him.

"i wouldn't be mean to you." he says lowly. "you're too cute."

i blush and cover my face with my hands.

"hey," he grabs my hands and pins them to each side of my head. "wanna see that pretty little face."

"h-harry," i blush harder, looking away.

he nuzzles his nose into my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

"wanna kiss you all over, doll." he whispers against my neck, his hands trailing down to my hips.

"no one is stopping you." i tangle my hands in his soft hair. he raises his head to look down at me before slowly leaning down and pressing his lips to mine softly.

as soon as we make contact, i feel as though lightning goes through my body. my face begins to feel hot, and my stomach does flips. his hands are firmly gripped to my hips, and his lips move slowly against mine. a man as attractive as harry always knows how to use his lips.

my hands trail to the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs and slightly pulling at them. he pulls away slightly and rests his forehead on mine.

"i'm not gonna be able to control myself, pet. jus' want all of yeh." he whispers.

i bite my lip and whimper at his low voice.

"i'm all yours, h." i whisper back.

he presses another kiss to my lips before trailing down my face, to my jawline, and to my neck. my skin starts to tingle as he lightly kisses the base of my neck, trailing down to my collar bones.

his hands trail down to my shirt, gripping the hem of it. i lift my arms and he pulls it off of my body. his hands move to cup my breasts, lightly sucking on my nipples. i suck in a sharp breath, moaning lightly as his tongue massages my skin. he looks up at me, smirking slightly.

"got a beautiful body to match yer beautiful little face, petal." he whispers.

i bite my lip and pull him up to kiss him again, and he reaches a hand into my pants and slips into my underwear, rubbing over my slick center.

"so wet fo' me, yeah?" he rests his forehead on mine.

he eases two fingers into me, a breathy gasp escaping my lips. my eyes are shut, but i already know harry is looking down at me. his fingers slowly thrust in and out, slightly curling up.

"f-fuck... harry, feels so good." i moan quietly.

"yeah? like my fingers fucking yer tight hole?" he says lowly.

"mhm." i moan, opening my eyes to meet his. he doesn't break contact as he moves his fingers faster and harsher, causing me to curl my toes.

"if you need me to stop, don't hesitate to tell me, alrigh'?" he looks at me sternly.

i nod furiously, too caught up in my pleasure to care about him stopping. i didn't want him to stop.

he takes his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"taste so sweet, baby girl." he smirks.

he leans down and kisses me sweetly, his tongue massaging mine. his hands cup both my cheeks, trying to deepen the kiss more.

he trails kisses down my face, to my neck, stomach, then to where i want him most. he pulls my pants and underwear down, throwing them on the floor. he presses a kiss to my clit before sucking on it harshly, causing a high pitched squeal to come out of my throat.

"fuck, harry, god-" i moan out, tangling my hands in his curls.

he looks up at me as he nips and sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves, being sure i see his expression. his tongue expertly laps at my center, making me curl my toes.

"harry, please... fuck!" i cry, still trying to be a bit quiet so i don't wake the neighbors.

"you'll be screaming louder than that, doll." he smirks, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. he quickly unbuckles his pants and does the same with them, along with his boxers. his length is already erect, and leaking precum.

"gon' fill yeh up, alrigh'?" he whispers in my ear, rubbing his tip along my slit.

he slowly pushes himself in, carefully filling me to the hilt. my mouth falls open, a breath being let out. harry groans lowly, gripping my hips.

"harry," i whine.

"say 'yellow' if yeh need me to stop." he whispers in my ear.

"god, fuck..." i mumble.

he pulls his hips back and thrusts harshly, causing me to bounce backwards. he continues this a few times, creating a steady pace. my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth falls agape, unable to comprehend words.

"feels so good, darling." he moans. he puts his hands at either sides of my head and starts to thrust faster.

"i-i, aaah!" my mind is fuzzy and my hands and feet are numb. i've never felt this much pleasure before, and i sure as hell don't want him to stop.

"y/n." he says sternly, pausing his movements.

i whine, putting my hands on his waist.

"harry..."

he lifts my chin with his finger.

"do you need me to stop?" he asks, almost sounding like a father scolding his child.

"fuck, no. please." i whimper. i move my hips in an attempt to create something. "don't stop."

he pulls his hips back and starts harshly thrusting slowly, making me moan out again.

"mmm-" i whine.

"fuck baby, love your tight cunt around me." he moans in my ear. "feels so good for daddy."

i feel a fire in my gut as he moans the word. daddy. i would have never suspected that harry had a daddy kink.

"f-fuck!" i whine.

he connects our lips, speeding up his thrusts. his mouth expertly moves against mine, concealing my moans.

"not gonna last much longer, pet." he slightly pulls away.

he flips me over so i'm on my stomach, and my ass is in the air. he grips my cheeks and continues his thrusts. i bury my face in my sheets, grabbing a fist of them in each hand as i moan out into the mattress. harry delivers light smacks to my ass as i feel my high approaching.

"cum for me, baby girl. cum all over daddy." he encourages.

i leg out a high pitched squeal as my entire body starts to shake. i squeeze my eyes shut and let my body fall limp as i feel his cock twitch inside me before he quickly pulls out and releases on my back.

i lay still for a couple of seconds trying to catch my breath. my fingers, toes, and lips are tingly and my chest is quickly rising and falling. i feel a weight off of the bed as i hear harry leave the room and quickly return. i feel a tissue being rubbed down my back as he cleans up his mess, and throws the tissue in the trash can.

he pulls his boxers back up and reaches for my shirt on the floor, carefully sitting me up and pulling it over my head. i look up at him with doe eyes as he leans down and kisses me gently but sweetly.

i lay down exhausted, and he lays next to me, pulling me close. he wraps an arm around me and rubs my back soothingly.

"yeh alright?" he whispers.

"mhm..." i nod. "just overwhelmed."

“g’nna be sore tomorrow. better stay home.” he winks.