hi, i have to go away for 2 weeks and i really sorry about that, but as soon as i get back im going to start working on if only she knew part 2! love u guys!!
could u ever do a smutty one where h and y/n had a fling in the best or are just each others occasional hook ups but when h has a date y/n gets like really upset and he finds out so he makes it up to her and confesses his feelings saying stuff like „y're my best girl, y'know that petal?“🥺👉🏻👈🏻 love ur writing beyond words, have an amazing day :))))
Date Night
warnings: unprotected sex
word count: 1.6k
to whoever sent in this ask im so so so sorry it literally took me like two months to answer it i feel so bad but i like how it turned out so i hope this makes up for it!
You shouldn’t be crying. You really shouldn’t. Yet tears are spilling down your face as you break down in choppy sobs, your chest heaving and your cheeks hot.
You have no right to be jealous, and you know that. You and Harry are only friends with benefits, and nothing else. He is allowed to be on a date right now, and it’s not his fault that you’ve managed to fall in love with him throughout the course of your relationship. You met through a mutual friend, began hanging out and then later started hooking up. And while he sees you as his best friend who he just happens to fuck sometimes, you see him as so much more. And you wish that maybe it could be different between you. That maybe he does reciprocate your feelings and if you just told him how you feel he’d tell you he feels the same way.
But as far as you know, there is no chance of that happening. Especially considering the fact that he’s currently at a restaurant with some hot blonde girl he met last week.
Your thoughts are put to a halt when your phone rings, and you pick it up to see none other than Harry himself calling. And as much as you want to decline the call, Harry would never decline yours no matter what, so with a hefty sigh you bring the phone to your ear.
“Hi”
“Hey petal, the date was a bust, all she wanted t’talk about was m’money.” Harry laughs weakly over the phone, and you smile at the news that it didn’t work out. You shouldn’t be happy about it, and it does make you feel guilty because Harry deserves happiness. You just wish he could find that happiness with you.
Lost in your own train of thought, you forget that you’re supposed to be suppressing your tears. Another salty droplet rolls down your cheek and your sniffle.
Suddenly, Harry begins talking again, and that’s when you realize your mistake. “Petal? Y’okay? Sounds like y’crying.” His voice immediately switches from joking to sympathetic and worried, and you can imagine how he looks right now, creased forehead and wide eyes.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You wipe the tear off your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, clearing your throat to try and hide the sound of your throat that's sore from crying.
“No y’not y/n, I know what y’crying sounds like. M’already going in the direction of y’house so m’coming over and staying till’ y’tell me what's wrong.”
The tone of his voice tells you there’s no changing his mind, so you sigh and murmur an “okay” before hanging up the phone.
It took about five minutes for Harry to knock on the door. During that time, you went into your bathroom and attempted to hide the red, puffy skin that had overtaken your cheeks. It didn’t really work, and you were still trying to hide it when you heard him knock. So with a disappointed sigh, you slump over to the door and open it.
Harry steps in quickly, placing his coat on a hanger and then turning back to you.
“What’s wrong pet, hmm?” He places his ringed hand on your cheek, thumb running over the skin that's been reddened from your tears.
And despite the years you’ve spent hiding your feelings, despite the hours you’ve had to listen to Harry retell stories about his hookups, despite the yearning you’ve felt for your best friend since you met him, this was your breaking point. Tear after tear after tear. They flow uncontrollably down your face and all you can manage to do is look up at Harry. He pulls you into him, placing one hand behind your head and one around your waist.
And you just cry into Harry’s shoulder.
You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but Harry eventually brings you couch, and as soon as he sits you both down you curl up into his warm chest.
“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Y’don’t ‘ave to, just hate seeing yeh cry.”
Finally, you pick up your head from where it’s tucked into his torso.
It might be the daze you’re in from the emotions swirling through your head. It might be the glass of wine you downed earlier to help drown out the feeling of jealousy. It might be all the pent up frustration from years of pining for someone you could never have. Or it might have been none of those things. Whatever it was, there was something inside of you that snapped. Like a damn collapsing and letting the water topple over and flood everything. The barrier you spent so long building broke in two, allowing all of those emotions to spill out.
“I love you Harry.” His eyes snapped open, and his mouth moved to speak, but you cut him off. “And not just as a friend. I’ve always loved you, and I know that if you don’t feel the same way, things will be awkward, but I don’t care anymore. Seeing you excited to go out with another girl hurt, because all I’ve wanted for so long was for that girl to be me.”
He stares at you. There was a second where you debated getting up and running out of the house, afraid of what his response would be. But just before you could put that plan into action, his lips collided with yours.
Your mouth meld perfectly, soft lips biting and nipping at each other. His tongue slips past your parted lips and twirls around your own. You’re breathless by the time he disconnects, the feeling that you had been longing for sent your mind spinning.
“Y’don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he pants, green irises staring deeply into yours. Without another word, you lean in and kiss him again, this time with more vigor than before. Much to your dismay, he separates the two of you again, however he keeps his arms tangled around your body and holds you close.
“Y're my best girl, y'know that petal? None of those silly girls could ever replace you.”
As your lips touch for the third time, it’s clear that both of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You savor the feeling, taking short moments to pause and soak in the feeling of his lips on yours.
Slowly, his hand creeps down the small of your back, but you can tell he’s hesitant to move it down further. But you want this, so you remove the hand that’s stroking his hair and place it on his, moving his hand down to your ass manually. He pulls his lips away, looking into your eyes for a sign of confirmation. You realize what he’s looking for, so you nod vigorously in response.
Quickly, he lifts himself off the couch, placing you on your back and positioning himself on top of you.
“H- please, I want you to make love to me,” you whine. His expression fills with hunger and he reaches to unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off quickly and tossing them to the ground. You can see the bulge pressed up against his boxers, and you reach out to palm him through the thin material.
“Fuck petal, y’gonna be the death o’me, y’know that?”
Harry dives into kiss you, using one of his hands to pull down your soft pajama shorts along with your panties. “Harry-”
“I gotchu petal, I gotchu, don’t worry.”
You assist him in pulling off his boxers, his large erection springing out. He’s huge, but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. The precome on his tip is calling for you to lick it, but you just want him to be inside of you, so you make a mental note to do that sometime soon. He grips the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. “M’gonna go slow alright?”
You hum your approval, and he responds by pushing the head inside your tight, soaking hole. Even with just an inch inside, you know it’s going to be a stretch, so you take a deep breath and hold onto his shoulders.
Inch by inch, he pushes himself inside of you. Harry stills for a minute, sensing the discomfort in your demeanor. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and the pleasure to kick in, and soon enough you are moaning out for him to move.
He takes your instructions swiftly, pulling almost all the way out of you until quickly thrusting himself fully back in. “Fuck!”
Your cries are muffled when he leans down to kiss you, his hips continuing to rock as he pushes his length into you.
The air is hot, filled with moans and the smell of sex. You haven’t ever felt this good in your life, especially when he thrusts in extra deep and hits that special spot inside of you. “Harry- god,”
“Sweet girl, am I makin’ yeh feel good?”
“Mhm..”
“Tell me petal, who makes y’feel like this?”
“Harry! Only Harry,”
“Good girl.”
He slams into you, speeding up his thrusts and colliding his hips with yours. Both of you are groaning messes, caught up in the moment and unable to form any coherent sentences. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you know you’re close too by the way your stomach and pussy are clenching. He can feel it too, hitting deeper inside of you to bring you to your climax.
“God Y/N, I love you so fuckin much.”
That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down, coursing through your body with strength and fervor. The feeling of you squeezing as you came sent Harry over the edge, his milky cum shooting into your pussy and covering the soft walls.
You don’t know if this means you’re dating or not, or where his head is at. All you know is that you love him, and he loves you. And that’s enough for you.
do you know any fics where like the reader is in high school (18 ofc) and like h has a daughter that goes to the same school and the reader and harry are fucking/together
its by @havin-a-wee!!
pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader
word count: 4.2k
warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers
002. Dad? - in which Delaney gets her first period and Harrys the only other person home
Delaney stayed home from school today due to stomach aches, and Harry decided to take the day off to take care of her. You are at an interview and the rest of the kids are at school, so that leaves only Laini and Harry in the house. She is upstairs in her room, a heating pad laid across her stomach and her eyes barely open watching the TV. Harry is downstairs in the office, doing what he can for work while he's at home.
Laini groans in pain as her muscles tense up, and she kicks her cover off of her body in an effort to cool herself down. That's when she notices the crimson red stain that has collected on her soft white sheets.
“Oh my god!” The pieces come together in her head, and she realizes that this is the reason she's been having such bad stomach pains the whole day. She just got her period.
She jumps out of the bed hastily, grabbing the remote from her nightstand and pausing the TV so she can think clearly. Laini bends over, picking her pants fabric from her legs to examine the accident fully. There's a large stain encompassing her crotch area, and she sighs heavily in frustration. She obviously knows what pads and tampons are, and it was only a matter of time before her first period came.
But, the stress of the situation is overwhelming, and she’s mad at herself for not noticing earlier. Her sheets are expensive, and these plaid pants are her favorite comfy pants. A tear pricks at her eye and she goes to grab her phone, planning to call you for help. However, she stops herself, remembering that you’re busy at the moment, and her siblings are too. So the only person to ask is Harry.
“Dad?” Her voice is shaky but loud, at least loud enough for Harry to hear her from downstairs. He can hear the distress in her voice, prompting him to get out of his chair and up the stairs quickly.
“Laini?” He knows shes in her room, but he wanted to call to her just to ensure that he can come in.
“In here.”
“You okay?” His words die in his throat when he sees the dark stain on his daughters sheets and pants, and he quickly goes into dad-mode. “This is y’first right?” Laini gives him a nod of confirmation, and he holds his pointer finger up to signal that he will be back in a second. He was very fast, stepping back into her room within moments, this time with a blue box in his hand.
Laini reaches out for it quickly, recognizing the logo from when you taught her how to put a pad on. “Thank you,” she mumbles, reaching in for a loose hug which Harry reciprocates. She heads towards her bathroom door, grabbing underwear and another pair of comfy pants on the way.
“I’ll take care of y’sheets sweetheart, got nothin’ t’worry about.” Laini gives him a small smile and slips into the bathroom door, changing out of her soiled clothes, putting the pad on the new underwear, pulling up the pants when she's done.
When she walks back into the room, Harry has her stained sheet bunched up in his arms. “Put those on top,” he says, gesturing to the clothes in Laini’s hand. He bends his knees and she places the garments on top of the pile of sheets. “Y’alright?”
“Yeah, thank you Dad, I just got a little scared.”
“It’s okay honey, m’just glad y’were comfortable asking me for help. I’ll go wash these, then I’ll go to the market n’get yeh some chocolate.”
i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action.
ACTIONS:
1. for one muse to give the other oral
2. to skinny dip with my muse
3. to shower with my muse
4. to take a hot bath with my muse
5. for sex in public
6. for sex in the car
7. to catch my muse naked
8. to undress my muse
9. for sparring to turn into sex
10. for an argument to turn into sex
11. for make up sex
12. for friends with benefits sex
13. to tie up my muse
14. to blindfold my muse
16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate
17. for a threesome (specify muses)
18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob
19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm
20. for angry sex
21. for break up sex
22. for sex after a near death experience
23. for after battle sex
24. for sex to get revenge on an ex
25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease
26. to make my muse whimper
27. for one muse to take the other from behind
28. for sex against the wall
29. for sex on a table/counter/desk
30. for sex in a pool/hot tub
31. for one muse to choke the other
32. for rough sex
33. for our muses to try a new position
34. for our muses to try a new kink together
35. for one muse to use a toy on the other
36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face
WORDS:
“touch me.”
“kiss me here.”
“you have to be quiet if you want to cum.”
“say my name.”
“oh fuck-”
“i need you so bad.”
“i’m so wet right now.”
“i want you to touch yourself for me.”
“let me hear you, baby.”
“come for me.”
“i want to hear you cum.”
“harder.”
“i need to feel you.”
“i want you.”
“you’re so hot.”
“can i come yet?”
“please, baby—”
“i’m so close.”
“i told you to be quiet.”
“i told you to stay still.”
“are you gonna be good for me?”
“i promise i’ll be good.”
“i’m not done with you yet.”
“i’ve been waiting all day…”
“you’re all i want.”
“just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.”
“just shut up and fuck me.”
“i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
“say please.”
“i could’t stop thinking about you all day.”
“your fingers feel so good.”
“your mouth feels so good.”
“i want your fingers inside me.”
“i want it to hurt.”
“more—”
“i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.”
“make me forget.”
“i just want to feel something.”
“make me.”
“be quiet.”
“they’re gonna catch us—”
“yes— right there.”
“that feels so good.”
“does that feel good?”
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hello! this is the first of many little stories from my new series, A Family Affair! I will make a series masterlist once i have a few posted, and feel free to request something for the series! this one is based on this request so thank you to them for the idea! it's not exact but i hope it will do!
001. Under the Bed - in which Y/N finds cigarettes under Zander's bed
“Harry…”
Your call out to your husband was intended to be loud, but it came out soft and shaky, mimicking your shaking hands.
There was a pack of Marlboro cigarettes in your sweaty palm, and even looking at them made you nauseous. You were doing the laundry and couldn’t find the second sock in a pair that belongs to your oldest kid, Zander. You went up to his room (he’s at school) and stuck your hand under the bed, fishing around for the missing sock. But instead of finding it, you found the pack of cigarettes that your eyes were now locked on. Luckily, it’s unopened, but the fact that he has it in the first place is incredibly upsetting.
“Honey? You okay?” Harry pops his head around the door after following your voice to find you. “Why did you ca-” He cut himself off, swallowing thickly when he noticed the small box in your hand. “Where did you find that?”
“It was under his bed.”
“Bloody hell,” his voice filled with anger and he flicked his wrist to check his watch. “He gets home in half an hour, let’s talk to him then.” You nod, dropping the hand with the cigarettes to your side.
“Think we should talk to all of them, ‘cept the triplets.”
“Yeah, yeah we should.” Both of you are staring at the ground, somewhat ashamed. Zander is your kid, he should know better than this.
“When you pick them up don’t mention it, wait ‘till you get home.” Harry only nods in response, embracing you in a tight hug before stepping out of the room to get in his car.
It takes you about 5 minutes of contemplating before you sulk downstairs, placing the pack in your pocket and resting your elbows on the kitchen island with your face buried in your hands. You’re furious, but even more so disappointed. You and Harry are easy going parents, not the type of people to enforce too many rules and neither of you are fans of punishments, preferring to ensure your kids learn from their mistakes rather than just grounding them. But one of the few strict rules you set in place for your kids is absolutely no smoking cigarettes. And up until this point you had been sure that the rule was being followed.
Your head perks up when you hear the door open, your three eight year olds bounding through the door. You smile at them, albeit not genuinely, and give them a welcoming hug. You bend down to meet their level, and quietly ask them to go up to their rooms, and they quickly oblige.
“All of yeh come sit.” Your kids are busy removing their shoes and coats, and you can see them exchange confused glances at Harry’s request. Regardless, they follow his instructions, taking up 4 out of 6 of the barstools on the other side of the island. Harry had made his way to stand next to you, hand rubbing up and down the small of your back.
“What’s wrong?” Cole speaks up, brows furrowed in confusion. You reach your hand into your pocket and pull out the small box, smacking it in front of your kids on the counter a little too hard. You and Harry examine their faces closely, noticing the perplexed demeanor of Sydney, Delaney, and Cole, and the way that Zander’s face turned a ghostly white when he saw it.
“Zander, y’mum found this under y’bed.” A few oohs were directed at him by his siblings, but one angry glare from you and they stopped. “I thought we made it clear tha’ none of you are ever to smoke cigarettes. Did we not make it clear enough?” The 4 children shake their heads, Zander’s response being more frenzied than the others.
“Well Zander, if you know that is one of our only strictly enforced rules, why would these be under your bed?”
“I- uh,” he sighs, looking defeated. “I’m really sorry. My friend’s brother gave us two packs and I took that one home.”
“And what happened to the other pack?” Despite your initial anger, your voice was laced with sympathy, unable to be angry when his face expressed his regret so clearly.
“We shared it with some other people,” he responds, not looking up from his lap.
“So yeh smoked one?” Unlike you, Harry was getting angrier, his tone of voice rising as he interrogated his son.
“Only one.”
You see Harry go to speak through your peripheral vision, but you speak before him, wanting to give the speech seeing as you are more level-headed. “I have to say your dad and I are very disappointed. Extremely actually. We are very lenient with you kids, and nothing is stopping us from being stricter on you guys. But you chose to break one of the biggest rules of this house, and not only does that make us disappointed in you, but also disappointed in ourselves. We wanted you three to be here,” you gesture to the younger kids, “because we wanted you to learn this lesson as well. This is the first time something like this has happened, and despite what Harry might want we are not going to ground you or take away your phone. But if any of you ever do something like this again, there will be serious consequences. Understand?”
They all respond immediately with “Yes mom,” and Harry then dismisses Sydney, Delaney, and Cole, hoping to talk to Zander alone.
“Your mum is bein’ much nicer than I would’ve been, so be happy she’s so understanding. But Zander, you have to promise us tha’ nothing like this will ever happen again. Either y’need to get y’friend to stop too or stop being friends with him. Or, as y’mum said, there will be very serious consequences.”
“I understand, I’m really, really sorry and I promise it won’t happen again.” Zander switches his focus from you to Harry, and the tears welling in his eyes are a sign of his sincerity. You glance at Harry and nod, signalling to him that it’s time to stop grilling him.
You reach your arms out and gesture for Zander to come and hug you, and he accepts the invitation quickly, jumping out of his seat and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. Harry soon joins the two of you, creating a small group hug.
