Strawberry Sunrise 5
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Warnings- (not so) Dry humping, strength kink?, size kink, soft dom!Harry, thigh fucking, manhandling, it's filthy sorry ya'll
"Lift your hips up for me." Harry commanded, his voice dropping an octave lower as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. His heart was in his throat as his knuckles brushed bare skin on the other side and he had to do his best to keep his breathing steady. Getting too excited too quickly could make all of this end a bit too soon considering his cock was already reactive to her even on the tamest of days. He carefully slid them down her legs, his eyes leaving hers as he revealed inch by inch of smooth skin that he hadn’t gotten to see.
Her shorts were usually exactly that- short- but there was a whole lot he didn’t get to see. Including her hips, the tiny heart inked above her thigh, the softness of her belly that he immediately wanted to rub his face against- fucking hell, he was in trouble.
“Fuck me.” He breathed as her shirt followed by her own hands, tossing the cotton off to the side to reveal her body to him- and the hot pink panties with a very clear damp spot that had him wanting to crumble. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are. I don’t know where to look because you’re so perfect." He swallowed, deciding on his guilty pleasure first- and where he knew she liked.
He knew what he liked and that was this view. It stole his breath, seeing her bare chest, almost all of her exposed to him like a work of art. This was a view he would always want, one he’d thank whoever was up there listening for allowing him to not only witness but put his hands on.
Hands gripped her hips and tugged, letting them adjust to where he wanted them. The squeak of surprise was followed by a sharp inhale from her as his thumbs played with the waistband of her panties.
“I love when you do that. When you… You picked me up and then what you just did, so easily. It’s so hot.” She admitted, lifting her thigh up to wrap it over his back. “Come and kiss me. Please.”
There was no way he could deny her such a request, so Harry did exactly that, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss that had her arching into him with a soft moan against his mouth. His thumb continued its exploration along her hips, teasing the edge of her panties where they dipped into her thighs while the other held himself up above her head.
He could feel how soft they were there- how much they would give way easily if he wanted to push them aside and touch her pussy directly. She was pliant and pretty, which was a danger to his self control.
The restraint he had in this current moment was something he would need to remind himself of one day when he thought he couldn’t do hard things- because this was the hardest. Not his current highest benching weight, or the clients that pushed his sanity, or keeping the right water perimeters for his fish tank. It was this.
Having Y/N wet and willing under him and still resisting pulling those panties off of her, spreading her thighs open to fit him and pushing his cock into her fully.
“Told you, I’ll do that any time you want. I’ll toss you around whenever you ask.” A lot of people didn’t like that idea, but he would openly admit that the concept excited him. Y/N liked that part of him enough to find it exciting and even more so trusted him enough to use his strength for her. That was no small thing. “Want to kiss your chest. M’losing it a little bit, baby.”
Y/N nodded quickly, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair as he began to trail kisses down her neck and collarbone, trying his best to pace himself.
It was hard when he wanted to devour her, eat her up, but he was going to give himself a little taste. Just enough to keep him at bay.
Reaching her chest, he didn’t hesitate to start sucking on the swell of her breast, his tongue laving over the soft, sweet and slightly salty skin there before he moved to pay attention to her nipple.
His tongue flattened against her, licking it slowly as he could feel her shiver underneath him, her fingers tightening in his hair in the way she had no idea he loved, but he did. He loved it so much that his cock kicked up in his briefs and he exhaled harshly against her skin, feeling her nails brush over his scalp. It seemed like she always knew what to do to make him feel a little insane, but he didn’t have an explanation for it other than the fact that she was on the complete same wavelength.
With a soft moan against her flesh, he opened his mouth and suckled more her nipple between his lips, the gentle suction making her let out a whine of her own that pleased him to no end. It only got a bit louder when he began to massage her other breast with his free hand, doing his best to keep himself balanced while his fingers plucked at the neglected nipple,
"You have no idea how much you’re wrecking me, just by letting me do this.” He whispered as he switched over to her other nipple.
It should be fair after all.
Y/N sucked in a breath beneath him as he continued his worship of her breasts, switching between gentle suckling and light grazes of his teeth that made her arch into him beautifully, and he felt like he was a little drunk. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so captivated by simply touching someone like this- but then again, no one had ever felt like this in his arms before.
“Harry, please.” Y/N’s voice was strained as she watched him look up through his lashes, a hiss leaving her as he pulled back from her wet nipple with a ‘pop’.
“Hm? What is it, honey?”
“I need more. I’m going… I feel all hot and I’m aching, I need something.” Her pleas were music to his damn ears, fingers gliding back down towards her panties.
“Oh, S’okay. It’s alright, I’ll take care of you. I just needed a little taste of these, okay? They’re so pretty… You’re so beautiful, I can’t help myself.”
She wasn’t the only one feeling it. The pink patch of arousal on her panties had grown since his exploration of her tits had begun, but with Harry’s cock was aching in his briefs there was a stain of his own from the pre-cum dribbling out from the slit. It was difficult not to have his body react so strongly, throbbing with every whimper and moan she made, every time she ran her fingers in his hair.
It was ridiculous, but it was a long time coming. He had wanted Y/N for fucking ages, and seeing her sprawled out in front of him was like a dream come true.
He liked that she could see it, how it affected him just as much. There was no shame in letting Y/N know just how much he adored her- but right now, he wanted to focus on making her feel good, on taking care of her needy body. Even if it meant his own discomfort for a little while longer.
“Spread your legs wider for me, love. Let me between ‘em.”
Maneuvering his body between her parted thighs, he let out a shaky breath of his own as he aligned himself perfectly on top of her so that the head of his cock pressed right against where she needed him most - through the thin layers of their underwear.
The quiet groan vibrated off the walls of his living room as he slowly dropped his hips, letting the thick head of his shaft glide along the slick seam of her panties until he felt it settle right against her swollen clit.
"Fuck.” The thick swallow was audible as he dropped his head to look between them momentarily before dropping his face to her neck, kissing the slightly salted skin. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?" He murmured against her neck, holding himself up on his forearms so she could feel his weight pressing her into the couch.
Her back arched, pushing her breasts against his chest as she let out a low sound in her throat. Y/N had never felt small before, never felt delicate, but with him on top of her? That feeling was more achievable. The guys she had dated prior had all been leaner, shorter, and there was nothing wrong with that at all- but this?
This was her wet dream come to life.
"Yes... God, yes." Her legs spread, welcoming him between them as she wrapped them around his thighs again, pulling their centers flush.
He had mentioned wanting her thighs around him and she was making it happen for him, just as he was giving her something she had always wanted. The movement made his cock slide against the slick lips of her cunt through their underwear, making her more wet by the minute.
Truthfully? Getting wet sometimes had been a struggle in the past, but with Harry it had been strangely effortless. Easy. There was no denying the power he held over her body, and she loved every bit of. "You’re so warm... and big." She muttered softly, hiding her face in his neck to hide her embarrassment. Talking during things like this wasn’t something she usually did but it felt impossible not to tell him how pleased she was. How much she loved feeling him, how she wanted him all over her body, how she wanted him to stretch her open.
There was no doubt in her mind that he would do it in the way she had always craved but never was brave enough to attempt. "You're-You’re huge compared to my toys... and they stretch me well."
"Mmm..." The sound was husky and pleased as he let his tongue brush against her neck, his hips rolling gently, experimenting with the pressure. "M’gonna stretch you so much better than those toys ever could, honey." His voice was a deep rumble against her skin as he continued grinding, relishing in the heat of it all. The wetness he could feel as he rubbed himself off against her, the feel of her thighs, lush and pretty as they wrapped around his waist.
If he was a weaker man, he’d say fuck it and take her, but he knew he wanted to try and do it right.
Besides- he knew he wouldn’t be able to last too long if he did. This was the perfect middle ground.
“I know you will.” Her breathy voice panted in his ear. “It feels so good just like this. Having you so close and- and feeling how big you are, you’re hitting right against my clit n’I feel so good, I can’t believe it.”
"That's my girl... Believe it. Just take what feels good. That’s what I want you t’feel. Just let me take care of you." He murmured against her skin, his hips moving in slow, steady rocks as he ground against her core. The friction was intense in a way he hadn’t really expected, his cock throbbing through his briefs as he felt her begin to properly soak through the fabric of her panties and to his own.
Harry had plenty of sex before, but if he was being truthful it felt more intense just rutting against her than it had with some of the real sex he’s had.
"Your little pussy’s so wet already... can feel it through your panties. M’gonna love seeing how wet you get when I touch you properly. When I finger you and stretch you open... Since y’said I was so much bigger than what you’re used to." His words were hoarse, his lips wet from licking over them, every nerve feeling sensitive as he felt her touch over him with the featherlight strokes of her fingers.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait for that. He wanted it, he wanted to feel her soak him in every way possible, but he couldn’t deny that this alone was enough to get him off.
“Shouldn’t feel this good, touchin’ you like this. Rubbing off against you… Feels so fuckin’ hot against my dick, honey. Getting my briefs all wet with you, can nearly see through your little panties. Fuck me.” The hiss was through his teeth as he pulled away for a moment to look at her.
Just the view between her legs alone was priceless, the tight feeling in his balls making him want to groan as he really let himself take it in.
The fabric of her panties were soaked through, the soaked spot spreading outwards as he looked down between their bodies. The sticky, almost see-through material clung to her, outlining the shape of her puffy pussy so perfectly it felt unfair. He could see the plump folds of her cunt pressing against the damp fabric, leaving little to the imagination.
It wasn’t just the sight of it either.
The heady scent of her arousal was heavy in the air, nearly making his mouth water because- god, he wanted to lick her. He wanted to clean her with his tongue, make her squirm as he held her thighs against his head, bury his tongue in her leaky little hole, but he was trying to be good.
“Harry.” Y/N breathed, pulling her panties taut. It gave him an even better look, her thighs spreading all the way open to spread her out and gave a peak of her swollen clit through the fabric- the slick, nearly translucent excuse of a covering. “I-I know you said we have to keep our bottoms on but you can take yours off. T-That’s okay, right? I’ll just keep these on, n’you can keep going.” Her words were a little jumbled but he knew what she was feeling.
The undeniable urge to have more, to be greedy, to take and take until they were as close as they could be despite the boundaries they’d laid out.
He was feeling the exact same thing.
Horny beyond belief, desperate for more, but trying to keep some semblance of his promise.
If he was a better man, he may have said no- but it wasn’t entirely against the rules, was it? Keeping her barrier on, even if it was barely there, it was fine. Maybe he was clutching at straws but he didn’t particularly have the ability to think it through.
Instead, he jumped at the opportunity. Pulling his briefs off, he let his cock free of the confines and watched her lip pout as he stood momentarily to get them down off of his ankles.
“Holy shit, Harry.” She breathed, eyes slightly wide. “It’s… wow. How do you-”
Before she could finish her sentence, he was lining himself right back up against her, grinding his bare cock against her soaking panties. The absence of even the thinnest layer made everything feel so much more intense - the heat of her pussy against his shaft, the slickness of her arousal soaking through the cotton to coat his shaft properly, the way his pre-cum was now freely leaking onto her fabric- it was sinful, it was filthy, and he wanted all of it and more.
"I know. It’s big compared to your little cunt, but we’ll make it work. I’ll make sure it’s all good for you, all the time.” Letting himself get wet with her was an experience he wasn’t going to forget. Ages of daydreaming about her didn’t do any of this justice, though he knew that whenever he got inside of her that his life would be ruined.
Y/N was ruining him for any other woman, so it was good that he wanted her and her alone.
“Does that feel better, baby?" He groaned as he dropped back to let their lips linger against each other, his hips rolling with more force now that they were skin to damp fabric. “S’this what you wanted?”
"Mhm... yes." She murmured, her answer muffled against his mouth, lips sliding against each other before she kissed him hungrily. The hot push of his tongue into her mouth had her whimpering, brushing over her own. Prior to this she had never been kissed back with the need, the hunger she had always imagined feeling, but he gave anything she tried to hand over tenfold.
It was absolutely filthy, feeling the string of spit against her chin as he pulled back to take a breath, but his smile was filthier. The flash of teeth, dimples in his cheeks and the heat behind his eyes had her clutching the nape of his neck to pull him back down for more.
Her legs threaded back around his waist, pulling him closer as she arched up to meet his grinding movements. "It feels so much better. You're so warm and thick and... Oh." She let out a soft cry as he hit her clit perfectly, the bare head of his cock nudging right against the swollen bundle of nerves through barely there barrier. "God, Harry. You're gonna make me cum like this."
"Yeah, that’s what I want." He growled against her mouth, the prospect making him want to increase the pace. The whole point was to make her feel good, make her cum on his cock- even if it wasn’t the way they both likely craved- and give them both a taste.
A sampling of the chemistry they had, confirming the inevitable.
It was safe to say that the levels were off the damn chart. “Sweet little pussy’s so fucking sensitive, huh?" He groaned, rubbing against her again as he felt her hips jerk up against him. "Feels so good rubbing against your clit, baby. S’fucking perfect. Just want you to cum for me, just want to watch you feel good, feel you fall apart just for me.”
Lips dipping down to her ear, he gently nudged his nose right under it before he kissed the spot, letting himself indulge in the behavior he knew she wanted. “Don’t you want to give me what I want?”
"Yes." She whimpered, head tilting to the side to give him better access to her neck. "I want to give you everything you want. I want to be good for you." Her words were slurred, the haze of pleasure making it hard for her to think of anything but Harry, Harry, Harry.
It was like a drug, the feeling of his body on top of hers, the heavy weight of his hips pressing down on her clit as he rolled against her. Nails dragged down the back of his neck towards his shoulders, the heavy breath accompanied by soft little whines as the pressure of orgasm that had settled in her lower tummy started to expand.
"Knew you would.. so be a good girl for me and cum. Let me have it, let it go. You’ve been so good today, you deserve t’feel good." He murmured against her neck, sucking gently on the skin at the hinge of her jaw as he felt her nails dig in harder.
The bite was delicious, and he wanted more of it. Feeling her come undone, losing control of her usually measured actions, he wanted to see what she was like when she needed something and he provided.
"Want you to make a real mess of me with your pretty cunt, okay baby? I know you can do it. Love how wet you are for me, love that I can feel your precious little clit throbbing. You’re so close, yeah?" He panted, sliding a hand under her hair to cup the back of her neck and tilt her head up. “C’mon, honey. Let me watch you cum.”
“Yeah, yeah, M’gonna.” The slightly panicked whisper died out as the slow burn of her orgasm was a wave that started to roll through her, the pleasure that had built in her lower tummy growing hot, making her thighs start to tremble as it finally crested and boiled over. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening in a soft ‘o’ as she gasped for breath, her body tensing underneath his as her clit throbbed against his cock while it rubbed right against it with the perfect, messy thrust that she had craved.
"Good girl...That’s so good, S’fucking perfect. Just like that." He groaned, feeling the shift in her body immediately. It was beyond beautiful, watching her face contort with pleasure that he had been the cause of as she made that wild, needy, perfect sound that he loved. "Look how pretty you are when you cum." He panted, rolling his hips with softer motions against hers, letting his cock rub her through it.
“Knew it would be gorgeous, but you blow me away.”
With his mouth back on hers, he kissed her as he worked her over the end of it. Tasting her tongue, feeling her pant against his mouth, all of it fueled him as he felt his cock get a little more slick. Her orgasm was the end of her poor panties, not a semblance of dry fabric anywhere on the gusset of them. They’d ruined them.
Just as he wanted.
"Too much... Too sensitive." She whimpered, her hips bucking sharply against him, pushing his cock away from her over sensitized clit before pulling him back again. The contact of having him close felt incredible, but the pleasure was too much.
The knowledge he hadn’t finished yet wasn’t lost on her, though, and she wasn’t about to let that slide.Even with the haze of her orgasm, she knew she had to do it. Giving him what he had given her felt like a need more than want.
With a small sound, she gently pushed at his shoulders, breaking the kiss as she looked up at him with pleading eyes that were still hazy with the pleasure still running through her body. Warm and happy and now needy in a different way.
Y/N wanted to give him something he had wanted, make him cum, and though she was slightly embarrassed to ask, that embarrassment didn’t outweigh the want to provide.
"You… You mentioned that you wanted to fuck my thighs. Can I give you that?" The hands gliding up his arms had her momentarily distracted by ink and muscle and how badly she wanted to bite them, but she refocused as she felt his cock twitch against her cunt. “Don’t know how to do it but I want you to do it, want you to cum like that.”
Staring down at her momentarily, it registered that she was serious. With only a brief mention of it just minutes prior, she was ready and willing to give him something he had been thinking about for ages, and that had him clenching his eyes shut. "Fuck." He hissed, his self-control was close to breaking. She was being so damn perfect for him, giving him exactly what he needed and wanted in the best ways possible.
There was no way he was going to fuck this up. He needed to make sure she was his, that he locked her down completely. The date was going to be planned as soon as humanly possible, because he needed her, and he’d waited quite a while to have her.
Admiration from the other side of the reception desk, her friendly face, their quick conversations and how pretty and sometimes shy she would get when she had to ask him questions about his schedule? It had made him so disgustingly fond over her, the crush building up quickly- but seeing her like this?
It was his undoing.
"Yeah, baby. I want that. Wanna fuck these pretty thighs until I cum all over them." His voice was strained as his eyes opened and he carefully pulled back from between her legs, sitting back on his heels as he took in the sight of her spread out before him, panties ruined and thighs shaking slightly.
His wet dream.
Her inner thighs were already wet. It would be easy, but considering he was so close to busting that wouldn’t matter. “M’not gonna last long at all, honey. I’m close already, and you look so fucking gorgeous… Can barely think straight.” His hands moved to her hips, adjusting her a little before he let them glide over her thighs with a curse.
So soft. They were so pretty, her perfect thighs, and they were all for him right now. She offered them, given him his desire on a silver platter, and he wished he could last longer… but he knew from the pulsing of his cock that it was impossible.
“This is how we’re going to do this.” Letting his hands (sadly) leave her thighs, he moved them to her calves and slowly raised her legs up. One ankle in each hand, he pressed her legs together with a nearly delirious laugh, kissing the left ankle. “Just let me hold your legs up, and all you have to do is squeeze those thighs together. Can y’do that for me?”
"Mhm. I can do it." She hummed, her legs easily moving into the position he wanted. Her ankles resting against his chest, knees straight and pressed together tightly, making a perfect little pillow for him to rest his cock against. "Like this?" She asked softly, peering up at him with a shy smile as she squeezed her thighs together.
“Yeah, baby. Jus’ like that.”
It was unreal, seeing just how cute she managed to be even when they were in this situation. It was filthy, his cock slick with her and dribbling precum onto the back of her thighs and yet she made him have fucking butterflies with that pretty smile and shyness that always had him wanted to treat her with the tenderness she deserved.
Thankfully, he was getting a chance to show her that he could to that and make her feel good in the ways she wanted, and he wasn’t going to waste it.
Sliding his prick between her hot, lush thighs was a religious experience. He would vouch for that as he looked down at the view, feeling her squeeze them like he’d asked.
“Oh, god.” The thick swallow was audible as he rocked forward, letting himself feel her. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
A nervous giggle left her lips as she watched him, his length sliding between her thighs, back and forth. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, like he was in awe. Nothing made her feel more appreciated than that, even with it being so new. He’d always given her all his attention, even when they were just simply friends, but it felt like so much more at this moment that she didn’t know how to handle it.
It was arousing, yes, but his attention had her giddy and nervous, giggly in a way she had never been. Sex had never made her feel so strangely happy to give to her partner. The stuff she had done before was mostly tame, and she’d never had her thighs fucked before, but she was going to like it. She just knew it.
It was obvious that he was trying to hold himself back, that he was trying to make this good for her even though he was clearly barely hanging on by a thread.
“Be selfish, Harry.” She whispered up to him. “I already came. It’s okay. You don’t have to hold on for me. Take what you want.”
Harry wanted to insist, really- he wanted to try and give her more, to be more gentle with it, but she didn’t want that. He could see it on her face that she was curious and she wanted more- so again, he gave in. A curse came out on a moan as her permission undid something in him and unraveled the coils he had tried to keep wound up.
The gentle rocking turned into something more purposeful, his hips rolling between her thighs with more force as he chased his own orgasm. The sight of her lying there, letting him use her pretty thighs for his pleasure had him close to tears almost because it was so fucking sweet and hot and everything he had wanted. "Thank you, honey. Thank you, s’so fucking good. They’re so soft, so pretty, m’obsessed with them.”
He wasn't lying when he said he was obsessed. Being between the both of her thighs was everything he had dreamed about and more, and he knew instantly that he was fucked.
Feeling this wasn’t just a passing fantasy, it wasn’t a one off experiment- it was something he’d be thinking about for the rest of time.
There was something inherently intimate about fucking between them, being able to look down and see his cock disappearing between those soft, plush, thighs that squeezed him between them and were wet with the both of them. See the tip press out of the other side, feel the base snug against the backs of them before he pulled back out and started it over again. Every thrust had him panting, the wet sound of their combined arousal costing him slicking the path.
The way her thighs felt around his cock was a dream come true. He had jacked off thinking about this exact scenario more times than he could count. The softness, the heat, the way they squeezed him and gave into the friction, it was like a fucking heaven between her legs and he hadn’t even been in her cunt yet.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He warned her, voice strained as he looked down at where his cock was disappearing between her thighs over and over again. The sight was obscene and perfect and everything he had wanted, but now he was about to make even more of a mess of her thighs and he wanted to warn her because he knew it was going to be a lot. "S’gonna be a lot cum coming out of me, baby." The warning did little to hide how wrecked he was, hips stuttering as he felt it raise up to the top, overflowing.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, baby..." The warning gave way to groaning as his orgasm ripped through him suddenly, making his hips jerk forward sharply as he spilled between her thighs.
Thick ropes of cum dripped over her skin, coating the insides of her thighs and spurting over her panties as he rode it out with rough thrusts between them. He heard her gasp, felt her thighs squeeze around him harder as if trying to hold him in place while he painted her with his release. His hips jerked forward again, this time a long line of cum landing on the little bow on the front of her panties and the softness of her stomach before settling the tip between her squeezed thighs, the rest dribbling out and coating the tops of them.
"Fuck, look at you…” He panted weakly, slowly coming down from his high as he looked down at what he had done to her. The sight made his spent cock twitch weakly between her thighs.
Thighs coated in his cum, her panties completely ruined and stained with it. The translucent fabric having pools of him over the puffy lips, downright nasty in a way that made his cock twitching it’s spot between her legs. He had made such a mess of her, and he kinda hated how much he loved it. "Didn't know I'd cum that much, Jesus. M’sorry."
“It’s okay.” She smiled up at him, saccharine and soft before her eyes went back to the filth he has painted her with. “Is it weird that I like it?”
“No, it’s not. But we can’t talk about that right this second because I’ll get hard again, and I still need t’get you the gelato we’ve been talking about.” His eyes clenched shut as he tried to push away the arousal but it was fruitless when her thighs opened up and let him go, seeing the pearly load smeared all over them.
That was an image he wished he had photographic evidence of, but he would be revisiting that view in his head later on when he had to get off. It was going to go platinum in his spank bank, that’s for sure.
“Let me clean you up. Just sit right here, I’ll be right back.”
“Oh! Gelato, I forgot!” Her face absolutely lit up as she kicked her feet in the air with her toes flexing as she swiped her finger over her stomach to clean up some his cum before pointing towards the bathroom. “Okay, let’s be quick, cause I’ve been thinking about it since you mentioned it this morning.”
Dropping a kiss to her cheek, he walked towards his bathroom with a newfound pep in his step. He let himself be silent as the water warmed, letting that buzz run over his spine again at the realization that she was waiting out there for him. He had made her cum, she’d let him fuck her thighs, and she wanted to be with him.
It almost felt fake, but he knew it wasn’t. Now more than ever. Wetting a washcloth for her, he let himself settle with the conclusion he had been floating around for a while but was very certain of it. The universe had brought him his soul mate, and he was going to make damn sure he got her to be his properly as soon as he could.
