summary: youâre home while harryâs in the studio and decide to paint.. slightly naked.
warnings: super domestic w/ a hint of smut
word count: 1k
every morning harry usually wakes me up before he leaves to go on a run or the studio and gives me a kiss. however, today i wasnât woken up at the crack of dawn. instead i woke up at 11am with an empty left side of the bed and an unkissed cheek from my lover. groggily rolling over to my nightstand, i check my phone to see a message from harry:
âGood morning, my love. So sorry I couldnât say goodbye to you this morning. I was in a hurry and you looked so peaceful, you havenât gotten much sleep this past week so I didnât wanna wake you. Iâll be home around 3. I love you xx.â
pouting at the words on my phone, i decide to give him a call so i could at least talk to him this morning but he didnât answer. after contemplating my next move i get out of bed and head to the bathroom to get a start on my day which includes my skincare routine, brushing my teeth, doing my hair, and getting dressed. since today is my wash day i decide to put my hair in a half up, half down style with a silver butterfly claw clip. heading to my closet, i realize practically my whole wardrobe is currently in the wash. shit.
i decide to forgo pants and a shirt and just wear my underwear and socks; itâs not like anyones gonna see anyways. as iâm making my bed i hear a grumble coming from my stomach, signaling itâs about time to eat something so iâm not starving to death by dinner time. i speed down the stairs, and almost tripping in the process, and look in the fridge and pantry seeing if i was in the mood for breakfast or lunch since itâs currently in between. out of pure laziness and lack of motivation to even brainstorm a meal, i get the ingredients to make a smoothie which happens to be one of harryâs favorite things i make him. i take out the cranberry-mango juice, heavy cream, berries, and mix it all up in the blender. as iâm pouring it into a love on tour cup harry calls me. excitedly, i pick up:
âhi baby!!â
âHi love, have you eaten yet?â
giggling, âyes h, i just made my famous smoothie. wish you were at home, i have some extra.â i state, pouting through the phone.
âI wish I was there too baby, Iâm sorry again for not saying bye. I hate not doing it, proper messes up my whole schedule!â he says dramatically.
laughing through my words, âoh stoppp, donât be dramatic!â
after a few more minutes of conversation, i say my goodbyes and hang up due to hearing commotion in the background. while i love talking to him more than anything, i donât wanna get him any more distracted than he probably already is.
as i sip my smoothie, i take it with me to me and harryâs combined office and get painting supplies to occupy all the extra time i, surprisingly, have. after looking on pinterest for painting ideas, i choose to take a more personal route and paint a picture from my camera roll of harry and i on a picnic in italy. particularly nervous for this painting, i get all the brushes and paint i need and start sketching with a pencil.
as a child, my dad never supported my love for art and how in touch i was with my creative side. he found it useless and wanted me to become a lawyer because it would âbring more money and give our family an important reputationâ. he was so unsupportive that whenever iâd show him a piece i made, i would receive the response, âitâs no big deal,â and with my mom dead, no one was there to back me up or support me. ever since then, i never picked up a paintbrush.
however, i am quite good at painting and i always have been but this will be the first time harry sees it and i want it to be perfect for him. once my sketch is done, i get lost in the strokes of the paintbrush and become put in a haze of my creativity and all i had pictured for this portrait. iâm so in the flow that i fail to realize that harry arrived at home and is leaning against the doorframe, staring at me with so much love and lust in his eyes.
âHello darling,â he states ever so softly as he walks towards my practically naked figure.
âholy shit, h! you scared the fuck out of me! when did you get home?!â i shout.
âNot too long ago, I was just admiring you. What are you painting, love?â
embarrassed, i quickly shield my work with my body. ânothing!â through flushed cheeks.
his eyes slowly travel from my face to my chest, eyes getting darker the longer he stares, making me blush even harder.
throwing his head back, âfuck baby, youâre so fit.â he says through a choked groan, resting his delicate hands on my hips and squeezing.
moaning at the sudden movement and comment, i lean forward and kiss him feverishly, expressing my love through the kiss. the painting is 100% sure long forgotten.
âyou seem to be overdressed for the occasion,â i pant out with a smirk and quickly remove his shirt, admiring his abs and tattoos on his body. he lifts my chin up and says, âupâ signaling that i should wrap my legs around his slim waist so he can lead me to the bedroom.
through the sound and action of teeth clashing, pants, moans, and grinding, he leads me to our bedroom and throws me onto the bed, my hair splayed across my face and the bed. leaning forward, his raspy voice whispers and pants in my ear, âafter this, youâre gonna show me that painting of yours and if youâre good, iâll let you be in control.â he says slapping my ass and biting my lip. gasping at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hardness pressing into my crotch, i gasp out, âyes sir.â
this is gonna be a long night (and iâm not complaining).
âYouâll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.â
big fan of Simon whoâs just a little too rough with his affection.
heâs got a vice grip on your jaw, digging dimples into your flesh so ironclad that it hurts anytime you do anything remotely cute. His teeth clenched, nose scrunched, voice gruff when he uttersâ
âPrecious little thing.â
his lips bruise yours next, suffocating you so all that remains is him.
âGonâ be the death oâme, you know thaâ?â
Reader with healing magic and the 141, BUT the healing magic feels like, really fucking good. As such you avoid using it at all when u can.
Price is a bit snippy, why the hell did they get someone with healing powers if they refuse to heal? Sure, ur a damn good soldier, but you'd be even better if you'd actually use ur powers.
It's not until soap gets shot in the stomach on an op that they learn why. He's bleeding like hell and there's no way to get him to a proper medic so u steel ur nerves, peel his shirt up, and press a warm glowing palm to the wound.
Soap outright moans, loud and very clear over the comms. And its not just one moan either, he sounds like hes getting fucked over there.
"The hell are you two doing?!" Price sounds both baffled and angry.
"Im fuckin' healing him." You retort, trying to be heard over the outright slutty sounds coming from soap "its a side affect of my magic."
"Fuckin' hell. Mute your comms, we need to focus."
Anyways soap cums like that lol. Maybe ill continue this, I actually quiet like the ideađ€
Corruption kink with boyfriend Simon Riley, part 6 (nsfw)
Part 5 here
Simon canât lie. Heâs been dying to eat you out. As in, dying. Heâs dreamt about it, imagined it, jerked off to itâŠAnd he canât wait any longer.
âBaby, you ever imagine my mouth on you?â he asks quietly as he kisses at your neck. Youâre on the bed, just cuddling, but the way heâs been holding you too tight is a clear indicator that this is gonna go a little further.
âHow do you mean?â you ask, and Simon almost melts. He keeps forgetting what a sweet, innocent thing you are. God, it turns him on so bad.
And it makes him want to make you as filthy as he is.
âMy mouth on your pussy,â he explains, a hand slipping between your legs and cupping your mound as if to emphasize his words. Your breath hitches and he grins. Youâre wearing one of his shirts and a pair of panties, nothing else.
Youâre in trouble.
âBut why would you put your mouth down there?â you question. âItâs dirty.â
He tsks. âOh, baby. It ainât dirty. Why would you think that, love?â
You seem scandalized. The expression on your face equal parts adorable and amusing to him. âButâŠbutâŠâ You stutter in your struggle to find an explanation.
âI promise youâll enjoy it,â he says as he gets off the bed. He grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the side. He kneels in front of you, his eyes ablaze with desire. âDonât overthink it.â
You just watch him with wide eyes as he kisses at your thighs, his lips causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He moves up, up, up the inside of your thighs, getting closer to your mound.
He nuzzles his nose against your pussy through the cotton of your panties and growls like a fucking animal at your scent. His cock stirs with interest. He mouths at you, kissing and licking at the very center of your panties until your breathing is heavy.
He tugs your underwear off, almost hasty in his haze of need, and he grabs your legs, placing your thighs on his shoulders. He looks up at you, meets your uncertain gaze, and he dives in.
His tongue parts your folds before licking up your slit, towards that needy little bud youâre so obsessed with him touching. You reward him with a gasp and he grins.
He licks at your clit gently, tongue swirling around it then over it, alternating until your legs are quivering. And then he buries his face in your pussy, nose against your clit, tongue slipping into you.
Your back arches, beautiful moans pulled from you as your thighs press together against his head. He groans and doubles up his efforts. He doesnât care if your thighs suffocate him; heâs going to make you come on his mouth even if it kills him.
Your body starts shaking, your moans ring throughout the room, and youâre writhing and twisting in the bed.
Thereâs a moment where everything in you tenses, freezes, and then you come, arousal gushing right onto his mouth. Simon gasps, groans, and laps it up like a starved animal. Heâs barely weaned you off your high when he stands up, shoves his sweatpants down, and comes on your stomach, the thick ropes of his cum warm and sticky on your skin.
He collapses onto the bed next to you, both of you breathing heavily.
âSee, baby? That ainât dirty. Itâs worshipâitâs sacred.â
okay babe i saw you were wanting requests and so hereâs my shot! pls pls pls ignore it if this makes you uncomfy in any way tho
but hear me out: simon and/or johnny whoâs incredibly sensitive during sex. like 5 minutes in at most and she writing away, moaning out âoh noâsâ and âi cantsâ the second itâs more than her clit being rubbed or being fingered, instinctively backing away even though she does want it
basically just squirmy crybaby reader being manhandled
a/n: yesss girl I love this so much! I also went kinda crazy so enjoy lol. also off anon ily. I wrote this with simon cuz I think im better at writing with him because im practically in love with him âșïž
wc: 2.1k (đł i did not realize it was this long)
You always come undone too fast.
Itâs almost embarrassing, the way your body betrays you the second he even looks at you like thatâhooded eyes, half-lidded and hungry, his voice sinking an octave as he murmurs your name like itâs already a promise. And now, on your back, flushed and slick with sweat and tears you donât even remember starting to cry, youâre not even five minutes in and alreadyâ
Youâre shaking.
âYouâre doinâ it again,â Simon mutters, half against your skin. âTryinâ to run from me.â
His voice is rough. Gentle, but undeniably teasing, like he knows exactly what heâs doing to youâand he does. He always does. Heâs got you pinned, one large palm firm at your hip to keep you in place while the other slips between your legs again, fingers already glistening from the mess he made of you earlier. His touch is lazy, unhurried, but too much all the same. You feel his fingertips drag up and down through your folds like heâs exploring, like he hasnât memorized you by now.
Your breath catches. Your hips jump involuntarily, thighs trying to snap shut.
âDonâtââ you gasp, not knowing if you mean donât stop or donât touch. You want both. Neither. Everything.
âOh, sweetheart,â he murmurs, mock concern draped in a low groan. âYouâre already wrigglinâ. Barely touched you and youâre soaked.â
He leans in, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, chest to chest as he nudges his nose against yours. âStill want me to stop?â
You shake your head instantlyâpanicked, breathless. âNo, noâI want you, I do, I justââ
His fingers press into you, slow and deep.
You let out a broken little cry and arch helplessly, the world narrowing to the stretch of his knuckles, the way his hand fills you like it was made for it. Your nails claw into the sheets, or maybe his backâyou canât tellâyour whole body trembling like a live wire.
Simon hums low in his throat. âThere she is.â
You sob.
Not loud or dramaticâjust one of those stuttering, overwhelmed little hiccups that slips out before you can hide it. Your legs twitch against the mattress. The heat in your belly is sharp, unbearable, cresting too fast. You squirm beneath him, trying to ease the pressure even though you donât want him to stop.
âSimonâoh Godâoh no, no, I canâtââ you cry, the words tumbling out between your choked little gasps. âItâsâitâs too much, I canâtââ
But youâre still clenching around his fingers like youâre begging for more.
âYou always say that,â he whispers, a little cruel, a lot fond.
His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb swiping over your cheekbone where the tears have started to streak. You donât even know when you started crying. It just happensâwhenever heâs like this. Focused. Gentle but relentless. Worshipping your body even as he breaks it down.
âEvery time I touch you, you start cryinâ,â he says, and thereâs something like awe in his voice, like it actually wrecks him. âLike your body doesnât even know how to take it.â
You try to nod, try to answer, but he crooks his fingers just right and you go liquid, back arching with another desperate sob.
âFuck, baby,â he groans, pressing his forehead to yours. âYouâre squeezinâ me so tight, Christ.â
His cock is hard and heavy against your hip. You feel it, even now, even through the haze, and the thought of him inside youânot just his fingers but all of himâmakes your breath stutter.
âI want you,â you whimper. âI do, I want it, justâjust not yet, please, I canât yetââ
Simon shushes you immediately.
âHey, hey, I know,â he breathes, brushing your hair back from your damp face. âWeâre not rushinâ anything, alright? You just breathe for me.â
But he doesnât stop.
Doesnât pull away. Doesnât retreat.
His fingers stay buried inside, moving in slow, controlled strokes, just enough to make your thighs tremble. His thumb finally brushes over your clitâjust onceâand your hips jerk again, a high-pitched ohfuck slipping from your lips.
Your legs instinctively try to close, to protect the overwhelming heat building between them, but he catches one with a hand under the knee and spreads you again, slow but unyielding.
âNuh-uh,â he murmurs. âLet me see.â
âSimonââ you whine, nearly delirious.
He just looks at you then. Really looks. Like youâre something holy. Something broken open just for him.
âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty like this,â he says. âAll flushed and tearinâ up. Canât even think straight, can you?â
You shake your head helplessly, lip wobbling.
He kisses you, finally, catching your bottom lip with his and biting it just enough to make you whimper. The kiss is messy. Deep. Youâre still crying a little, but he swallows every sound you make like itâs something precious.
âFuckinâ love it when you get like this,â he growls against your mouth. âYou act like youâre shy, like you canât take itâbut your cunt tells me otherwise.â
âSimonâ!â
You sob his name again, your whole body locked up with the incoming wave thatâs barreling toward you. His fingers donât stop. He keeps fucking you through itâslow, rhythmic, endlessâand youâre nearly incoherent now, little gasps and whimpers spilling out with every breath.
And then you snap.
It hits all at once. Your back arches, your thighs quake, and youâre crying out so loudly you donât even recognize your own voice. Your body writhes beneath him, trying to pull away even as your cunt clamps down like a vice.
âThaaaatâs it,â Simon growls, pressing his mouth to your temple. âCry it out, baby. Thatâs my girl.â
Youâre still sobbing, still twitching through it, the aftershocks rattling your bones.
You donât even realize heâs pulled his fingers out until you feel his hands slide up your body, anchoring your hips, holding you like youâre breakable and precious and his.
âYou alright?â he murmurs, voice rough. âYou with me?â
You nod, barely.
He kisses you again, slower this time. Mouth soft. Gentle.
And when you whisper, still shaking, âI still want you,â he presses his forehead to yours and groans like itâs killing him not to take you apart all over again.
âThen Iâll give you everything,â he promises. âNice and slow. Gonna take care of you, baby. You just cry for me as much as you need.â
Who doesnât love a simp-y Harry? Iâve been in a kick lately of writing him but this is next level. He loves his girl and does not play about her!
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WC- 4k
Warnings- smut, soft dom!H but some switch vibes, praise kink, spit play, unprotected sex (wrap it up), slight pain kink on his end, oral, etc
With her standing there in the dress he had bought her, he found himself thoroughly distracted by the way the fabric hugged her body. A body he had no idea how whoever was the creator of life itself managed to sculpt, because just being able to see it was a gift from the gods. His hands traced her silhouette, starting from her shoulders and slowly moving down her arms, then around to her waist.
"Fuck me, AngelâŠ." His lips muttered softly, more to himself than to her. "You have no idea how stunning you are, do you?" Thumbs gently traced the waistline of the dress, admiration clear in his voice. It would be hard for her to forget with how often he tried to remind her, but he still did wonder if she ever truly got it. If she could fathom how insanely other worldly she was.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, golden hue over the room, highlighting her in a different way than the rest of the night had. The candlelight in the restaurant had been incredible to see her in, but this was special.. Any difference if lighting had him appreciating her in a different way, but something about the glow of their bedroom, the most intimate place of the house had him feeling it tenfold.Â
Harry lingered behind her, unashamed as he allowed his ring clad hands to slowly explore the dips of her body. Y/N was a masterpiece he couldn't get enough of, as if someone had dipped their paintbrush into the depths of his foggy brain and brought his ideal to life. Nimble fingers traced the delicate lace detailing on the bodice of the lavender dress, feeling the soft fabric breathe heat against her skin. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the back of her neck, grinning to himself as he felt her shiver at the touch.
 Y/N simply stood there, letting him remove the dress completely until she was standing before him stripped bare. The dress fell from her body and onto the floor with a soft whisper, allowing Harry a moment to truly appreciate the view before him. Her body was like a damn map that he had become all too familiar with but wanted to study every day so he never had the opportunity to forget. The dip in her lower back that he loved to kiss. The waist that his hands loved to grasp. The pretty ass that he had smacked more times than he could count. Her long legs and those thighs that had his mouth watering, he had a hard time keeping it together. Her stomach, soft and sensitive every time he kissed it. Her breasts were made for his palms and nipples perfect to pinch. He loved her body. He loved her body. every single part of her called to the base level of his attraction. He couldn't help himself.
Harry had always been a man who appreciated a woman's body, but the higher power had truly outdone herself with Y/N's.
It was hard to not love her body. Especially when it fit every part of him like a puzzle piece. He loved how it was soft where he was hard- How it was round where he was angular. He had a hard time getting over the dip in her waist and how his large hands could span it. God, did he adore her thighs and how they felt wrapped around his waist. Sometimes his favorite was the curve of her ass and how it fit up against him when he bottomed out inside of her- but he was careful to choose favorites when he had so many. She was made out of a fantasy he hadnât been creative enough to conjure up himself, only able to fathom it in front of his own eyes.
She let out a small hum, shivering slightly as his eyes worshipped her body. Y/N knew he loved looking at her naked. He was almost like an artist, taking his time to study every little thing. She trusted him implicitly with her body, so when she felt him press against her back, she automatically leaned back into him, letting her body mold against his like it always did. Her bottom pushed back against his crotch, making him grunt softly. Her head fell back against his chest, baring her neck to him.Â
"Fucking beautiful." The man murmured against her skin, his voice husky as it remained quiet. His hand palmed her breast, his fingers splaying out to cover as much of her soft flesh as possible. It was selfish of him to want to be all over her, but itâs all he wanted. Really, it felt like a need to have his hands touching every inch of her even if it wasnât fully possible. Kneading the soft mound of her breast, his thumb brushed over her hardening nipple with a soft coo. Feeling her react was a privilege he didnât take lightly. His other hand wrapped around her waist, keeping her flush against him. Nuzzling himself into the crook of her neck, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her sensitive skin.
 "God, you're gorgeous. Canât get over it.â He whispered against her, his touch soft and slow. His fingers gently pinched her nipple, making her arch back against him with a soft whining sound leaving her swollen lips. "Look at you. My gorgeous girlâŠ" The man murmured, taking her in. "You're a damn goddess. Every inch of you is made to be worshipped. NâIâm your main follower." His lips found the particular spot she liked underneath her ear, letting his tongue brush it before sucking softly on the skin. "Yâknow I'm obsessed with you, yeah baby? Like dangerously obsessed?"
Y/N could feel his obsession in every touch, in every whispered word. She loved how he worshipped her and how he always made her feel cherished. Most of all, she loved how he talked to her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. She loved his hands on her nearly all the time, like he couldnât help but touch her- and how he always made her feel protected, honored. Even when he was filthy, in the depths of their passion, Harry had no issue with making her feel worshiped. She turned her head to the side, allowing him better access to her neck as she whispered back "You are. I love it."
It was the truth. Y/N had wondered if someday, someone would be able to match the amount of passion she knew she could bring into a relationship. It was hard to imagine someone feeling so intensely in the way that she did, but she had met her match when Harry had waltzed into her life.
"You love it?" he murmured against her skin, a coo of pleasure in his voice. He nipped at her spot to make her squirm a little in his arms, soothing the small sting with his tongue. "You love how fucking obsessed I am with you, my perfect girl?" His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers splaying out possessively. "You love how I can't keep my hands off you? How mâalways touching you, kissing you, fucking you until I break? Because thatâs what yâdo to me. Ruined and saved me all at the same time.â He was waxing on and he knew it, but it was only her right to know how twisted up she managed to get him. âAll I can think about is how much I love you,I spend my days dreaming about you. Sâthat make you happy?"
"Yes." The word came out breathy and needy as he continued to run his hands south. "I love how you can't keep your hands off me. I love how you make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every single day." She met his eyes in the mirror as she continued in the whisper, despite there being no need to keep the volume low. The intimacy of it all had it cocooning them in their own personal bubble.. "I love how you speak to me like I'm your own personal heaven."
"Oh, but darling⊠You are." Harry groaned, his hand sliding between her legs to get a taste of it. "My own personal fucking heaven. If Iâve died nâthis is where I end up, I donât want anyone tâbring me back. I want to live here." The words were murmured against her neck, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him between her sacred thighs. "So sweet and so fuckinâ mine," he praised, his touch gentle and calculated as he pet her, making her gasp. "You're my everything, Y/N. My love, my life, my whole fucking world." His other hand came up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger again to get her to let out one of those pretty noises again.Â
"My beautiful girl," He crooned, his damp fingers slipping through her slick folds, parting her gently. "My precious, precious loveâŠ" His fingers found her sensitive bud, circling it slowly and feeling her pulse against his fingertips. Having the key to his pleasure in the palm of his hand was a gift he wasnât going to waste. "What am I going to do with you, hm? How should I spend my night ensuring you know just how much you make me feel?â
His fingers continued their maddeningly slow circles around her clit, teasing her mercilessly. "Tell me," he spoke, his voice a low rumble against her ear, "Do you want me to fuck this sweet cunt until you're screaming my name? Or should I worship it with my mouth until you're dripping down my chin, begging for my cock?" His other hand tweaked her nipple sharply, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. "How should I show my goddess that she's worshipped?"
"Both," Y/N gasped breathlessly, her body arching into his touch. "Fuck, please..." Her eyes fluttered closed briefly before catching his gaze in the mirror again. "I want... I want your mouth first. Make a mess on your face. I want to watch you worship me." Her hips rolled forward, pressing against his fingers that were still teasing her clit. "Then... God, then fuck me into the mattress." She was already panting, her body completely pliant against his. Even if he held the physical power, he would bend at the knee for her. His girl was the one in charge.Â
"Knew you'd be a greedy little thing today. Sâa good thing I love fulfilling all your desires." He loved how she wasn't shy about telling him what she wanted. She knew exactly what she liked and how to ask for it, and it made his job of giving it to her a million times easier. "On the bed, then. Iâve missed that cunt. Show it off for me." He removed his hands from her body, albeit a challenge, giving her a gentle pat on the bottom to urge her forward.
Y/N's legs shook slightly as she moved towards the bed, feeling the familiar adrenaline light her up. It was hard not to feel on the good side of the edge knowing she had a man who never, ever failed on delivering what he promised. Once she was standing next to the bed, she slowly climbed on her knees, gripping the duvet with both hands. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes burning with need. "Like this?" She asked hoarsely, spreading her legs wider to expose her glistening cunt to him.
Harry's gaze was riveted to the sight before him. his love, on her knees, bare and open for him. The sight was exquisite. he couldnât believe how perfect she was. âYeah, I love you like that. Fucking stunning.â He murmured as he slowly crept closer to her, crawling onto the bed. His large hands gripped her ample ass, his thumbs spreading her wide for his own inspection. âSâMy favorite view.â
Harry couldnât deny that it filled him with a sense of pride to see evidence of her arousal like this. He pushed his fingers through her messy slit, spreading her juices around. The sound of wet, squelching noises filled the room as he touched her, making her whimper softly. "God woman, you're so fucking wet." He muttered, dragging his fingers back and forth through her dripping cunt. It would almost sound like he was pissed but he was anything but. He was aroused, more than ever.
"Look at me." He commanded, his voice deep and authoritative as he continued to spread her juices around her slick cunt. She immediately turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder, her eyes glassy with need. Without breaking eye contact, Harry leaned down and spat directly onto her cunt, the warm liquid mingling with her own arousal. "So fucking filthy," he growled, using his fingers to massage the saliva into her folds. "Just like my girl should be."
Y/N felt slightly lightheaded at the view, the feeling, all of it. As filthy as he claimed for her to be, he was her perfect match. He knew how to make her crazy because he was just as insane. He brought his spit covered fingers up to her mouth, pressing them against her lips. "Taste yourself." Harry ordered. "Taste how fucking wet you get for me. How your cunt cries for me." He held his fingers there, not moving, waiting for her to open up and take them inside. "Go on, baby. Show me how you clean my fingers."
She parted her lips obediently, taking the digits into her mouth. Humming softly, the taste of her arousal sending a fresh wave of heat through her core. It was very dirty, something she wouldnât have ever thought of liking before, but Harry had managed to open her up to all sorts of things she never thought she would like. Being spit on and cleaning off her taste off his fingers was one of them. As she sucked his fingers clean, she maintained eye contact, her gaze smoldering with lust and obedience because she knew what it did to him. Playing with fire? Perhaps. But Harry would give her what she wanted. After a long moment, she released his fingers with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his digits for a brief second before breaking.Â
"Fuck, I love you." It was a strange time to declare it but seeing her do that stuff had him feeling every sort of insane that he ever could. He couldnât get enough of how she tasted, how she looked on her knees, how she whimpered and begged when he touched her. Slipping his wet fingers back into her cunt, he let out as he moved where he wanted to be- with his mouth right on her. as he buried his face between her thighs, his long fingers curling up to hit that spot inside her that drove her wild and had her humping back to chase the feeling. "My filthy, perfect girl," he mumbled against her flesh, his hot breath making her shudder. "Spread wider fâme, baby. Let me in." He demanded, pushing her thighs further apart to give himself better access.
Finding her clit with his lips, Harry latched onto the sensitive bud and sucked hard, letting his tongue flick over it. Her taste coated on his tongue and he groaned in pleasure, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy through her. His arm wrapped around her hips, pulling her cunt closer to his eager mouth as he devoured her like a starving man presented with a feast- his favorite meal. "Fuck, you taste divine." he murmured before sucking her clit back into his mouth eagerly. Harry had tasted plenty of people before and as cliche as it most definitely sounded, Y/N was by far the best he ever had. He could spend days here and not get tired, wear her on his skin if it was appropriate.
"Oh my fucking God," she whimpered, her hips bucking forward as she pressed against his face. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she reached behind to grab him, holding him exactly where she wanted him. "Right there, baby... just like that..." Her voice was breathy and urgent, completely lost in the sensation of his tongue against her sensitive nerves. She could feel every suck, every flick sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body. It was so hot having a man who wanted to make her feel good, but knowing he got off on it too? Hearing his groans and moans and feeling them vibrate against her? That was a whole other level.
"Harry..." She gasped, spreading her legs wider for him, because fuck, what wouldnât she do for him in this position? " Holy shit." Her back arched slightly as he continued to suck her clit like it was his favorite candy. "Baby, wait..." She tugged lightly on his hair, her thighs tensing around his face. "You're- You're too good at this..." The whimper was lost as his fingers slid back inside her hole, curving up to hit that sweet spot again. "Oh my God." Her inner muscles clenched around his digits.Â
Y/N was getting close, he could feel it in the way her legs trembled and her cunt clenched around his fingers. But suddenly, she pulled him away, panting heavily. "Wait, wait.â she gasped, turning around to face him. "I need your cock, Harry. I need you inside me right now." Her eyes were wild with desire, her chest heaving with every breath. "Please, baby. Fuck me."Â
He wasnât sure why she didnât want to finish on his face this time around, but he wasnât ever going to say no to being inside of her.Â
"With pleasure." He growled, quickly unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down. His hard cock sprang free, already leaking precum. Like she was weightless, there was no hesitation in grabbing her hips and flipped her onto her back, settling between her spread thighs.Â
The days at the gym spent specifically to be able to toss her around were proving to be very successful, and Y/N made a mental note to test some of that out later.
"You want my cock, baby?" He asked, teasing her entrance with the head of his dick. "You want me to fill you up?" He leaned down to kiss her deeply, silencing the moaned response she gave. He knew what she wanted- that was his job.
With a deep groan against her mouth, his hips pushed forward, sliding his thick dick deep into her. He panted into her mouth as her walls stretched to accommodate him, wrapping around his shaft like a vice. "There we go. Sâperfect. Mâhome." he mumbled against her lips, beginning to move his hips in a steady rhythm. It may be very cliche, cheesy to say, but nothing made him feel as at home as being close to her did. Nothing. He pulled back until just the tip remained inside, then pushed heavily back in, skin colliding with a solid thud.
"Ahh- fuck. HarryâŠ" She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely. Her nails dug into his toned back, sure to make the marks he loved as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.Â
He set a slow, sensual pace, angling his hips to bury himself as deep as possible with each thrust. Harry wanted to feel every inch of her gripping his cock, each deliberate movement dragged his shaft along her inner ridges, have her feel it just as much. They were made for each other just based on how she took him and he wanted to remind her each and every time. "Feel that, baby?" He purred, his breath hot against her ear. "Feel how deep mâgetting? Claiming every fucking inch of this perfect cunt."
He made love to her slowly, his touch everywhere as he adored her body. His thick hands roamed over her, his calloused fingers tracing her soft skin. "My beautiful girl," he murmured, kissing down her neck as he continued to fill her completely as she clung to him. "My precious, precious love..." His touch was soft and gentle the best he could, his movements slow and deep, taking his damn time with her. Every single time he got to be with her in this way was one he cherished, but it was hard to pound into her when he felt overcome with how much he loved the woman. "My treasure..." He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "My heaven...Sâwhat you are.âÂ
There had been no exaggeration on his end. Being inside of her, being close to her was what he considered perfection. Getting to have the woman he would have only ever dreamt about in his physical hands, feeling the heat of her skin on his palms and the pleasure of her wrapped around him like a lock to a key, it was unreal to him at times. Waking up to her face or her voice, getting to be the one she loved was everything he could have asked for.Â
 "You're my everything," he breathed, his pace unhurried yet intense. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to hit that spot deep inside her that made her eyes roll back. All he wanted was for his sweet angel to feel good. His thumb brushed gentle circles over her clit in time with his movements, his touch light. "I worship you." The man confessed, voice hitching as she squeezed around him. "Your body... your heart... your fucking soul." He leaned down to capture her mouth in a deep, loving kiss, swallowing her whimpers and moans.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he murmured against her lips. His eyes met hers, burning with an intense, adoring gaze. The longer he was with her, the more the fire was stoked. He was engulfed in the flames of her but he never felt it burn. Only the most comfortable warmth someone could ever imagine.Â
"I was a lost, broken man before I met you. But you... you put me back together. You made me whole again." His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust meant to draw out their pleasure as long as possible. They were both too close and he knew it, but this wasnât the end of their night. It was only the beginning. Burying himself deep inside her, his hips grinding against hers as he felt the nails dig into his back and her mouth open to whimper his name, he let out a breathless laugh as she lost herself on his cock. "Yeah- thatâs what I want, baby. Let go on me. Give me everything, and Mâgonna give it right back.â It was what he was meant to do. Harry didnât know before Y/N, but he sure as hell knew now. âYou're my redemption, my salvation, my fucking everything. Mâgonna spend my whole life showing it"
can we have some smut that sort of focuses on the bulge đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ« like y/n sort of admiring it clothed and just being so into that
5 Times You've Obsessed Over Harry's Bulge (SMUT)
AN: I had too many ideas for this concept so i decided to turn this into one of my numbered fics. where i give several different scenarios. hope that's alright. don't forget to leave me your feedback and enjoy. xoxo
This contains: implications of sex, dirty talk, fluff, mild angst, jealousy, dry humping
{ husband!harry - softrry - au!harry (aka not famous in this) }
word count- 1,989
Five different scenarios where you admire and love on Harry's bulge.
There is an undeniable attraction to Harry's bulge that captivates your attention. Regardless of whether he's dressed in jeans, sweatpants, shorts, or underwear, his bulge is striking and turns you on. It's not solely the moments when his hard dick is evident beneath his clothing that draw you in; even in a relaxed state, he's so big that a subtle outline is noticeable between his legs if one chooses to observe. But note that your admiration for Harry's bulge is entirely positive and respectful. Being married, you appreciate how much he enjoys your liking to that part of him, and it brings him joy to know that you cherish something in which he exclusively shares with you.
Here's some of the instances when you gawk and drool over Harry's bulge (hard or not hard):
1.) Harry has just stepped out of the shower, and you're in bed, patiently waiting for him to join you for the night. You can hear him moving around in the bathroom, likely drying off and brushing his teeth. Moments later, he swings the bathroom door open in only his briefs, letting out a rush of humid air, and makes his way into the bedroom after turning the bathroom lights off.
Before he can walk to his side of the bed, you mutter, "Nu-hu."
Harry stops to look at you suspiciously. "What?"
You gesture for him to approach you with your index finger, and Harry complies. He walks up to your side of the bed, per your request. At this point, his lower body aligns with the height of the bed, bringing his bulge almost directly in front of you. You can tell he isn't hard just from recognizing what his relaxed appendage looks like. However, the considerable size of him creates a pronounced outline in his boxer briefs.
You look down between his legs and shift closer to the edge of the bed, leaning in to place a gentle kiss directly on his bulge. Harry lets out a soft moan. "Baby, mhm. What'r you doin'?"
Smiling up at your husband, you reply, "Giving little Harry a kiss goodnight."
Harry tilts his head back and laughs heartily. "Oh, little Harry is gonna offer you much more than just a goodnight kiss in return." He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself over your body, and it's evident that the soft bulge that was previously concealed in his underwear has become firm and is now nestled between your legs.
2.) As you're lounging on the couch, Harry burst through the door, breathless and slick with sweat from his morning run around the neighborhood. You can't help but to drool over his appearance. His hair is secured in a small claw clip on the top of his head, and his skin is shimmering with a sun-kissed hue. He has a way of looking exceptionally good after a workout. Especially when his bare, yet tattooed chest is visible. As well as the defined bulge between his legs that's quite eye-catching.
Standing up from the sofa, you make your way over to where Harry's kicking his running shoes off and wrap your arms around him in a hug. Giggling, Harry speaks, "Baby, m' all sweaty and probably stink."
Still latched on to him in a hug, you reply, "Don't care. You're so hot after a run."
Harry now becomes cocky, loving the way you're speaking about him. "Yeah? Does it turn you on?"
You give a slight nod and let one of your hands glide down, carefully cupping his bulge through his tight running shorts. Harry almost falls, his knees nearly collapsing. Fortunately, you're there to steady him in your hold.
As you feel his bulge begin to grow in your hand, you kneel and carefully pull down his shorts, offering him a blowjob right in the foyer of your house. The slight taste of sweat introduces an additional flavor, but you proceed with the same eagerness as always.
Harry feels honored to have a wife who finds him so appealing that you'll engage in such activities after his exercise, a sentiment not many people would consider doing.
3.) You're on a short road trip. Harry has arranged a delightful surprise: a weekend escape to a charming Airbnb cabin located in the woods. As he drives, you sit comfortably in the passenger seat, with the soothing sounds of Fleetwood Mac playing gently in the background.
With the windy roads and calm scenery, Harry can't help but let his mind wander to you and how much he loves you. How special you are to him. How he can't wait to make love to you in front of the cozy fireplace at the cabin that awaits you both.
Deep in his thoughts, it takes Harry a few minutes to realize his cock was hardening up in his jeans. He didn't mean to get hard while driving, it just sort of happened. But that's what tends to happen anytime he starts daydreaming about you. He chalks it up to being a love boner.
For a while, Harry sits in his seat uncomfortably, occasionally shifting to adjust himself. After the tenth time of moving in his seat, you begin to notice and question, "You alright, babe? Gotta pee or something?"
Trying to play it off, Harry lies, "Nope, m' fine. All good." That's when you take a closer look and notice the bulge between his legs.
"Harry, you're hard. What's got you so worked up while you're driving?"
Embarrassed, he admits, "Fine, was thinkin' about you and how much I love you and all the things I wanna do to you at the cabin. Didn't mean to get hard."
With a softer tone, you reply, "Yeah, that's so sweet of you, baby." Harry thinks the moment is over, but he's caught off guard when he feels your hand move across the center console to grasp him over his jeans. He tilts his head back, moaning softly, as you continue to rub your palm over his bulge, aiming to make him jizz in his pants. Ultimately, he finds it necessary to pull over, as his foot on the gas pedal begins to tremble, and he wishes to avoid any danger of crashing.
4.) It was the middle of July when you and Harry decide to enjoy a day at the beach. You're wearing your black bikini, and Harry's sporting his tight yellow swim trunks. You spend most of your time lying on your beach towel, attempting to tan, while Harry lays next to you for a short period before opting to take a swim.
He instructs you to sit up and watch him, reminiscent of a young child, and you find it quite endearing. Harry ventures a few feet into the water as the waves collide with his tattooed chest, and you notice him waving at you with his sun-kissed arms.
Moments later, Harry emerges from the salty sea, and you observe closely as he approaches your designated area on the beach. You notice several beachgoers directing their attention towards him, and you even hear a man whistle as your husband walks by. This fires up a hint of jealousy within you, yet you find solace in the fact that he'll be in your bed tonight, not theirs.
As Harry stands before you, water cascading down his body, the reason for the attention he's receiving becomes evident. While it's a known fact that he's generally considered an attractive man, it's the unmistakable outline of his cock that's visible through his wet swim shorts that's captured the gaze of onlookers. You're aware that Harry usually exhibited some form of a bulge, but the thin fabric of his swimwear, now soaked, leaves little to the imagination.
While you admire the view, you're less than pleased that everyone else on the beach is enjoying the same sight. You tug at Harry's hand, urging him to take a seat beside you on his towel. "Ouch! What was that for?"
Turning your head to face him, you whisper, "Your swim trunks, Harry."
Confused, Harry asks, "What about them?"
With a sigh of frustration, you express, "You can see everything in those shorts. They fit snugly around your hips and they're thin and wet. The outline of your dick is clearly visible. Your bulge is very defined right now."
"Thought you liked my bulge?" Harry speaks with a cheeky smile.
"Harry, you know I do but I don't want the whole beach to see it too."
With a more serious tone, Harry conveys, "M'love, I could be fully unclothed, wanderin' this beach, and let me assure you: you are the only one who has the right to touch my body. You're the only one who truly sees me, both outwardly and inwardly. Not anyone else."
Smiling back, you retort, "So, does that mean I could walk around naked too and....."
Before you even get a chance to finish, Harry cuts you off. "Nope, absolutely not. Not a chance I'll let anyone see you naked. That's for my eyes only."
5.) What started out as a cozy cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, quickly develops into a heated make-out session. The idea that making out is only for teenagers and not for married couples is fundamentally incorrect. You and Harry love making out with one another.
You're situated over Harry, who's lying along the length of the sofa. He's wearing only his underwear, as the plan was to head to bed right after the movie. You, in contrast, are dressed in just a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt.
As the kisses get more and more heated, the more you can feel Harry growing between your legs. Your cunt is aligned directly over his erect cock, resulting in fabulous pressure against your clothed clit. So what do you choose to do? You begin to grind down over the prominent bulge in his briefs.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" Harry groans between kisses.
Lowering your mouth along the scruffy surface of his face, you notice your breathing becoming more intense. "Feels so good, Harry. Your bulge is so big and hard between my legs." You continue to move your hips, appreciating the way his clothed cock presses against your clit as you continue to dry hump his bulge. Your wet patch now seeping through your panties and onto the front of his own underwear.
At first, Harry considers stopping you, thinking to suggest that you just pull him out of his briefs and actually fuck yourself on his dick. However, he becomes captivated with the way you're lost in your own pleasure, moving against him so freely. Therefore, he opts to relax and let you take the lead, letting you do as you please.
After about three minutes of dry humping his enlarged bulge, you pant out in his warm neck, "I'm gonna come, H."
"Shh, it's okay, baby. Come f'me. Come over m'cock. Know it feels so good on your little clit doesn't it?" He strokes your back in a soothing manner and starts to elevate his hips in rhythm with your movements, which have slightly faltered. The extra pressure from his upward grinding pushes you to your peak. You tremble and shake over top of him.
Harry makes a sincere effort to hold back his own orgasm, intending to wait until you've finished and then allow you to get him off in a different way. He's always found the experience of coming in his underwear to be quite an unpleasant feeling, particularly due to the messy cleanup that follows. However, he ultimately can't hold back. As soon as he feels your pussy fluttering over his bulge, he succumbs to his orgasm, resulting in his cum coating the inside fabric of his briefs and pubic hair.
When you both finally calm down, you allow your body to relax over his and say, "God, do I love your bulge. Felt so good."
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Summary: No one would ever know that your shy, quiet boyfriend likes to dominate you in bed every night.
A/N: This is an apology for not having mean king out this week! I've been stressed and busy and while I've got chapter 3 mostly ready I don't want to post til it's 100%. So enjoy this fun little taste of my shy dom!harry in the meantime! xoxo
Word Count: 2.8k
Warning: smut, sub/dom dynamics (Harry's degrading but also gives praise!), daddy kink, size kink (yes always size kink)
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When you first met Harry you never imagined the kind of person he was under the quiet shy-guy façade. You had brought your old laptop to him in hopes that he could fix it so you wouldnât have to buy a new one. His small computer repair shop was highly recommended. And when you saw him, well, he was something out of a dream. Tall with tan skin and light green eyes, a soft smile, dark curls, and he appeared healthy and strong.
Except he was very shy. Quiet. You explained to him the issue with your laptop and he ran a cord up to the desk and plugged it in, typed something on your keyboard, bringing up a strange screen. You watched as he did whatever he was doing and wondered if this guy had ever been laid. You soon learned just how wrong that initial perception was.
âYou spend a lot of time here?â You asked in hopes of striking up a conversation.
He scrunched his brows together and looked up at you. âUh⊠yeah.â And then he looked back at your screen intently.
But you didnât stop there. If there was one thing about you it was that you could be kind of relentless. Youâd get something out of him one way or another.
And oh boy did you get it. After he told you what he thought he could do to repair your laptop and that heâd have to keep it for a few days you gave him your contact information so he could call you when it was ready. From there⊠it was kind of a whirlwind after you asked him to hang out a few times.
You knew you could be a bit bossy and direct and so it felt like a really good fit as you got to know him the few weeks after first meeting him. He didnât seem to mind you making all the plans and telling him what to do and when you introduced him to a couple of friends you ran into at the park one day they also noticed how quiet he was too. He was polite, but he didnât talk much so you commented to your friends that he was just shy right in front of him and that was the first time you noticed that look from Harry. A sharp glance that made the hairs prick up on your skin. You brushed it off but wondered if he maybe didnât like you talking about him like that in front of him. Had he been embarrassed by that? You hadnât said anything mean or untrue but there was something in the way he looked at you that gave you pause.
And that night was the first time you had sex with him. He followed you into your apartment when you expected him to just drop you off like all the other times you'd hung out with him before.
âOh youâre coming inside?â You grinned at him and he remained quiet as he stalked behind you until youâd opened your door and Harry slammed it closed behind him.
The Harry you knew in public had suddenly been tucked deep down into some hidden pocket and this new brooding man stood before you with dark eyes and a smirk on his face. âDid you have fun bossing me around all day? Talking about me to your friends and laughing?â
You were stunned as he moved in toward you and both of his hands ran up the back of your neck and he titled your head back. âWell? Was that fun for you?â
Swallowing you let out a shocked laugh. âUh⊠I mean⊠I didnât like mean to hurt your feelings⊠I just thoughtâŠâ Of course, you couldnât find the exact feelings and words at that moment because this was a different man standing over you gripping the back of your neck.
âCanât spit out your words, little brat? How unusual that you suddenly canât yammer on. Iâm gonna make this easy for you. Now, you do what I say and keep your mouth closed for once. I donât want to hear you talking back to me anymore tonight.â
And even if you wanted to you wouldnât have been able to. You were not only stunned into silence but half the time he had his cock down your throat making you gag around him as he praised you for being so quiet for him. You hadnât expected any of it but you fucking loved it. When he made you pull his pants down and get on your knees the first sight you caught of his dick was something unbelievable. You hadnât realized he was going to be so immense.
But he was and he taught you a lesson that night. And that was to not judge a book by its cover. Quiet and shy in public but once the doors were closed he was a caveman who liked to dominate and spank you, spit in your mouth, and fuck you until you were nothing but a puddle of mush and silence and serenity.
You were obsessed.
You still kept up your normal daytime appearances. You were the bossy, mouthy, and outgoing girlfriend to everyone who knew you and he was the compliant, quiet, and shy boyfriend. No one had a clue. They all thought you were the one wearing the pants in the relationship. And you did it in front of everyone. You told him what to do and often would order his meals for him and talk over him if he did speak.
But he was the one in charge the moment you two were alone.
And you knew you were in for it that day. Youâd gone out with some friends again for lunch and you sat on his lap with your back to him and yapped loudly to your friends about whatever. You ate his sandwich and then laughed when you pretended to realize that he was still there. âOh god! I almost forgot you were here, youâre so quiet, Harry! Youâre like a piece of furniture!â Your girlfriends laughed with you.
You felt him pinch your thigh. And not a nice little teasing pinch. A bruising one that made you jump and you turned to look at him and there it was. That look. You bit your lip and turned back to your friends and continued being a bit of a brat. You knew heâd have something to say about you calling him a piece of furniture. You couldnât wait to see what he might do.
And it should have come as no surprise to you that when you got to his house, he had you naked and gagged, on your hands and knees while he sat in his chair with his feet on your back like you were a fucking stool for his legs. Payback for the furniture comment.
Drool was falling from your mouth and pooling on his carpet as you tried to stay steady but the longer you stayed in your position the harder it became to not wobble, especially with the way he was shifting his legs around and crossing them over your back and shoulders.
âPathetic,â he murmured when he saw the puddle of saliva on the floor. âBut it sure is nice and quiet like this. Prefer it actually.â
He read in silence for what seemed like forever until you nearly fell over and he pulled you up and dragged you between his legs, keeping you on your knees. âPull it out and suck.â
So you did. You looked up at him as you undid his pants and he pulled the damp handkerchief from your mouth.
The moment his length was freed from his boxers he had his hand on the back of your head and pushed you down until you were gargling and sputtering around him. You kept your hands over his thighs as he bucked up and sighed.
âFuck⊠all this mouth is good for is sucking cock isnât that right?â
You couldnât answer. But you'd have said yes if you could've.
The zipper on his jeans was irritating your chin but youâd never complain. Your face was hot and you pulled breath in through your nostrils every time you were allowed to come up for air but he pushed you down over and over again until he was satisfied with how well youâd taken him and then brought you up to look at your face. âLook at what happens to you when Daddyâs cock gets stuffed in your mouth. Just a drooling baby with her eyes all crossed. Acts all tough and bossy all day with me but can barely make a peep when my dick is in her face.â
You moaned and reached for his dick, opening your lips but he wrapped a hand around your throat and pushed you back as he stood, pulling you up with him. âOpen.â
You parted your mouth and stuck your tongue out with your head tilted back just before he spit into your mouth and you kept yourself still as he inspected. âSwallow.â
Gulping down his saliva you fluttered your eyes up at him before he pushed you over the arm of his chair with your ass up and began to spank you. You jolted at each strike to your bum but the smile on your face juxtaposed the sting his palm caused your backside.
âYou know you canât get away with being a brat. Daddyâs always gonna win in the end. But you love it donât you? Love getting put in your place.â
Harryâs cock was still swollen and thick, hanging out of the front of his pants as he groped your plush bottom and spread your cheeks, spitting a glob of saliva over your ass hole and another over your pussy. You were angled just right for him. He loved it when you were draped over his chair like this. Could see your anus and your wet pussy and could do what he wanted with you.
You squirmed your hips gently and then felt the hot skin of his tip pressing into your cunt. The first dip in always stretching tight and achy around him. You let out a pitiful cry and heard him laughing behind you. âThis is Daddyâs hole isnât it?â
He drove into you, filling your insides with inches and inches of length and girth before backing and out plunging in again.
âItâs Daddyâs!â You moaned.
Another gob of spit was dripped over your anus and then you felt him push his thumb inside. âYes, it is. And this one too, yeah?â
âYesssâŠâ
His chair creaked as he pounded into your guts and your moans were muffled into the fabric of the chair as he panted in pleasure.
You loved when he stuck a finger or two in your ass while he was fucking you. It kind of held you in place because he didnât fuck your pussy gently. It helped ground you in a way.
âMy bratty girl is so sweet and obedient right now. Just offers her little holes up to me and lets me have my way because she knows sheâs been naughty all day. Laughing at me, pretending she didnât know she was sitting in my lap, eating my food...â
He groaned when he ground in, swiveling his hips in circles and sliding his thumb in, and pulling it back slightly to put more pressure on your anus. Everything was wet. Soaked. And you could hear it with every thrust he made.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out and his fingers were gone and you whined when you felt him leave your body but he didnât give you much reprieve when you felt his hands grasp your chin and lift your face up to look at him, standing over you with that dark smile.
He slapped his heavy, wet cock into your cheek and puffed out a laugh when he did it on the other side, your arousal getting smeared on your face. âIs this what you love? Daddyâs big cock in your face?â
You gulped. âYes. Love your cock, Daddy.â
Keeping your eyes on him he smacked his length over your mouth, popping it past your lips before pressing his hands into your cheeks, his thumb on one side and fingers on the other. âOpen.â
The moment your wet lips parted he dipped into your mouth, watching the way your jaw went slack and how your lips wrapped around him. He didnât shove himself in too far, but just enough that it had your eyes watering as you struggled to keep looking up at him.
He cooed at you and as he rocked his hips in and used his free hand to land his palm down on your sore bottom again. Your ass was still up with your hips down over the arm of the chair and you blinked trying to clear your blurry eyes. âTaste that?â Another harsh smack to your bottom.
You moaned around his cock in response.
âThatâs mine. Your pussy juice that makes a mess of my cock... Mine. This ass?â He slapped your bum making you jump. âMine. This throat and this mouth? Mine.â
You gurgled when he pressed in, grazing just the beginning of your tonsils before slipping it back out to the tip. âEverything is mine. So keep that in mind next time you mouth off to me in front of your friends.â
He pulled his cock from your lips and you gasped a breath and watched him as he tilted your neck upward uncomfortably. âNow do you want to come?â
His fingers were still smushed into your cheeks as you let out a feeble yes.
âHow bad do you want it?â
He loosened up his grip so you could respond. âPlease. So bad, Daddy. So fucking much. Iâll do anything. Every bit of me is yours⊠You own meâŠâ
He kept his expression unreadable as you continued. âI need you. I want you to make me come. Please, Daddy. Youâre everything⊠I'm begging you, please⊠I worship the ground you walk on.â
You knew the drill. He expected to hear you grovel for your orgasm. Especially after the kind of display you put on earlier. He listened to you demean yourself and praise him, beg himâŠ
When he released your face he grunted and you felt him behind you again, this time pressing his warm, sturdy chest into your back. âGood girl, Y/nâŠâ He pressed his cock back inside of you, slicing your through to your tummy and spreading you open as he slowly thrust.
âYou always learn your lesson donât you, baby? Need Daddy and his big cock to make it better?â
You nodded and whimpered. The delicious feel of him opening you up and sliding in would never get old.
âI know you need me, baby. Daddy needs you too. Wants to make you happy and give you the whole world⊠Gonna let me have that orgasm now? Gonna show me what a good girl youâve been for me?â
He shoved his hand under your hips and found your clit, making you cry out. He knew just what you needed.
Slow strokes of his long dick wetly opened you up, his balls pressing into your skin every time he bottomed out, his deep voice in your ear. âCome for Daddy. Give Daddy your orgasm like a big girl. Come on honeyâŠâ
His voice was tight and you knew he was beckoning you to come so he could come too.
âMâgonna come⊠thank you, Daddy!â
You unraveled around his cock, spasming and moaning, drooling into the seat of the chair as he rolled your clit between his fingers and fucked into you so deep you saw stars. But then you felt his cock pulse and throb and he pressed his lips to the skin behind your ear and he moaned deeply as he pumped into you, relief taking over both of you.
When he pulled out he kissed your shoulder blade and pulled his briefs up his strong legs and walked away from the chair as you watched him with a pounding heart. He put some music on and pulled a book from the shelf before returning to the chair and helped you up so you could sit in his lap and he could read to you.
Your shy, quiet boyfriend was the only one who got you. The only one who understood who you really were. Deep down you were just a soft and submissive girl who wanted someone to spank her, to tell her what to do and how to do it, and then to love her and read her books and tell her she was his best girl. No one else would ever have guessed.
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CW: Alcohol consumption, public intoxication, suggestive sexual behavior in public, light dominance/submission dynamics, clingy Y/N.
Synopsis: A night in rome with a very drunk clingy Y/N.
You were wearing a white lace dress, with your hair tied loosely back, a few strands slipping free to frame your flushed face. The streets hummed around you, but you werenât really paying attention to anything except Harry, well, Harry and the icy drink in your hand.
The cobblestone streets of Rome glistened under soft amber lights. It had rained briefly earlier that evening, just enough to coat the city in a sheen that made every step feel cinematic.
You were tipsy. Gloriously, gigglingly tipsy.
Harry leaned back against the wall of the trattoria youâd all just left, the collar of his blue shirt slightly undone, the hem of his trousers brushing his ankles. He was sipping slowly, his other hand tucked into his pocket, eyes watching you with that amused, adoring little smile.
Alessandro Michele was standing nearby with an arm lazily draped around his partner. He was telling some story to the group gathered around, all talking over one another.
But you were entirely fixated on your boyfriend.
You took a sip of your cocktail, lips pursing. âWhy is this so good?â you said, stumbling a little as you reached Harry. You clung to his side, wrapping your free arm around his waist like you needed him to stay upright.
Harry chuckled, low and patient. âBecause itâs your fourth one, bunny.â
You smiled dreamily. âItâs not my fourth.â
âIt is.â He slid your glass gently from your hand. âAnd thatâs enough, lovie.â
You blinked up at him, swaying just slightly on your feet. âYouâre mean.â
âI know.â He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek. âBut youâll thank me in the morning.â
You wrapped your arms tighter around him, hands gliding over the silk of his shirt, and buried your face in his neck. âYou smell so good,â you whispered, then nuzzled in deeper and left a slow, open-mouthed kiss just beneath his jaw.
He didnât flinch. Didnât pull away or tell you to behave. Just let you nuzzle and nip at the soft skin beneath his ear, your lips brushing just beneath his jaw as if you were trying to memorize the shape of him with your mouth. You were delicate at first, barely-there kisses, your breath warm and sweet against his skin, but then your teeth grazed him, playful and a little greedy, and he made a low sound that barely passed as a laugh.
Still, he didnât stop you.
His arm wrapped more securely around your waist, hand warm and steady against the small of your back, his thumb drawing slow, grounding circles. He was still listening to Alessandro and laughing softly with the others, nodding along, but every now and then, his hand would slide just a little lower, soothing, steadying, as your lips trailed along his neck with lazy devotion.
You kept going, half-draped over him, mouthing at the skin above his collarbone, barely noticing how your lip gloss had smudged just a little. You pressed another kiss to the side of his neck, then did it again, just because you could.
Harry tilted his head to the side slightly, offering you more space, still not saying anything. He didnât need to. His body was so relaxed, like this was just second nature, letting his tipsy girl crawl all over him in the middle of a Roman alley while he chatted with old friends.
Every now and then, his fingers would tighten at your waist, squeezing gently when you got a bit too close to his collar or a little too sharp with your teeth. But he didnât move you away. He just kept talking.
At one point, Giovanni, Alessandroâs partner, caught Harryâs eye and raised a brow with a knowing smirk.
âSheâs had fun tonight,â Harry said smoothly, not missing a beat. He kissed the top of your head without even looking. âHavenât you, bun?â
You hummed in reply, completely blissed out against his neck, lips still grazing skin as if it was the only thing tethering you to the ground.
Then you said softly, right against his skin: âYou taste good too.â
That was when Harry finally blinked and let out a quiet laugh.
You kissed him again, then again, sloppier this time, hot lips dragging across the column of his throat. âCan we go back home?â you murmured.
âNot yet, bun.â
âWanna be alone with you.â
âI know you do.â His voice was still gentle, but there was a warning edge to it. Youâd pushed past that edge.
Your hand slid down, tracing the front of his shirt, nails dragging lightly, until you reached the waistband of his trousers. You giggled, brushing the heel of your palm over the slight bulge in his pants.
His eyes widened. âJesus,â he muttered, laughter bursting from him as he quickly grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand away. âYouâre gonna get us arrested.â
âBut itâs Rome,â you whispered with a giggle. âTheyâre romantic here.â
âYeah, not that romantic,â he said, still laughing.
You pouted, leaning up to kiss him again. This time it was full-on, your mouth open, messy, hungry.
Your lips found his like it was the only thing in the world you could focus on. You tilted your head and opened wider, tongue brushing his, fingers tangling into the collar of his shirt as you pressed up on your toes to reach him fully.
Harry let you kiss him. Let you take and take, groaning softly into your mouth as one of his hands came up to cradle the back of your head, steadying you. His other arm stayed looped around your waist, keeping you anchored, flush to him. His fingers curled at your lower back again, a slow, reassuring stroke up and down, up and down.
Around you, no one paid much attention. The group had splintered into smaller conversations, Alessandro now theatrically reenacting something with wide hand gestures, everyone too caught up in their own tipsy laughter and stories to care that you were practically devouring your boyfriend in the street.
You whimpered softly into his mouth, angling yourself closer, knee slipping between his, and Harry chuckled again, deep in his chest.
âYouâre a menace tonight,â he murmured against your lips.
But he still didnât stop you.
You were about to say something, something about how warm he was, or how you wanted to crawl into his shirt and live there, when a sudden arm slung casually around your shoulders from the side, pulling you back slightly with affectionate force.
âAlright, bambini,â Alessandro grinned, standing between you and Harry now like a human barrier, one arm still draped across your shoulders, the other flung around Harryâs. âSave some of that passion for behind closed doors, hmm?â
Harry threw his head back and laughed.
You blinked up at Alessandro, dazed and pouty, but didnât resist his grip. You stood there for a moment, swaying a little under the weight of his arm, then slipped out from under it with a tiny huff and wandered toward the table nearby, sinking into one of the wrought iron chairs with a sigh.
Your cheek smushed against your hand, elbow propped on the table. You kicked your feet slightly under the chair and started humming to yourself, some soft, dreamy tune you couldnât quite remember the name of. Probably something Harry had played for you once, or something Alessandro had blasted through his villa speakers.
Your dress caught the light every time you shifted, your flushed face dreamy and content as the night swirled on around you. People talked and sipped and smoked and laughed, and you just hummed and watched Harry from your little spot, like he was the center of your universe.
Because he was.
You kept humming, now swaying slightly in your seat, arms folded on the table in front of you. The streets had grown quieter now, just the low hum of traffic in the distance, a few passing voices, the clinking of ice in glasses.
You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the breeze slip past and cool your flushed skin. You imagined Harryâs hand instead, those warm fingers tracing down your back, over your thighs, up the inside of yourâ
âBun,â came his voice suddenly, close.
Your eyes fluttered open to find him crouching beside you, glass of water in one hand and that soft, bossy smile on his face.
âDrink this,â he said, nudging it toward your lips.
You wrinkled your nose. âI donât want water.â
âI know,â he said gently, tilting the glass anyway. âBe a good girl, yeah? Just a little.â
You let out the tiniest whine, dramatic and pouty, but opened your mouth. He helped you sip, watching you the whole time, free hand rubbing your thigh slowly under the table. You finished a little less than half before turning your head dramatically into his shoulder.
âThere,â you murmured. âIâm healthy.â
Harry laughed, soft and warm. âYouâre getting healthy. One more sip, bunny.â
âThis is so entertaining,â Alessandro said suddenly, perched across from you both with a smirk on his face, chin in hand, elbow propped on the table, as you glared at him.
Harry smiled down at you, ignoring them entirely, lifting the glass once more.
âYou gonna finish this for me?â he asked sweetly.
You stared at him. âIf i get a kissy after.â
He smirked. âDeal.â
You took another sip, then immediately threw yourself at him. His arms came around you instinctively, laughing into your shoulder as you tried to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his mouth.
âChrist,â he muttered, letting you do whatever you wanted, still smiling as he glanced back toward Alessandro. âSheâs relentless tonight.â
âLet her be,â Alessandro said.
âCâmon, time to go.â Harry said after a while.
You blinked. âAlready?â
âItâs nearly two,â he said gently, crouching slightly so you were eye level. âI thought you wanted to go home?â
You pouted again. âNo, I like it here.â
âI know, lovie,â he said, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, âWeâre gonna come again tomorrow, right now you need sleep.â
You giggled and let him pull you to your feet.
Your legs wobbled a bit, and Harry steadied you immediately with both hands around your waist, then leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose.
âI want pizza,â you said dreamily as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you back to the group.
Alessandro gasped. âFinally, someone says what weâre all thinking!â
Within minutes, the group was making their way down the winding street toward a place Alessandro swore had the best late-night margherita in the entire city. You walked with Harry, arm wrapped tightly around his middle, your body practically glued to his side.
You kept kissing his shoulder as you walked. His arm never left your back.
âYou know how much I love you?â you asked, not quietly.
Harry glanced down at you with a soft laugh. âHow much, bun?â
You stopped suddenly in the middle of the street. âThis much,â you declared, stretching your arms wide, nearly twirling in your spot.
He caught you before you could wobble too far and kissed your forehead, tucking you safely back under his arm. âThatâs a lot.â
âYouâre my favorite person,â you whispered into his chest.
He squeezed you closer. âYouâre mine, too.â
Eventually, the group stumbled into the tiny pizza shop Alessandro had spoken of, and you curled up beside Harry in the booth, half-asleep on his shoulder by the time your slices arrived. He fed you bites between sips of water and whispered something against your hair that made you giggle again.
And when you finally left, the cobblestone streets still warm beneath your sandals, Harry wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, held your hand tightly, and guided you all the way back home.
Simon absolutely strikes me as a dominant man. So he would be surprised when he hears you slam the front door. Stomping into the living room, where he sits, and throwing your bag onto the ground with a groan.
âI have absolutely had it with people today,â you exclaim, punctuated as you drop into the sofa next to him. You adjust into his side so you are leaning fully into him.
Simon chuckles softly, closing the book he had been reading. Throws an arm over your shoulders and pulls you in tight to his side.
âAt least your cominâ round to my view on peopleâŠâ he teased you playfully, only earning an eye roll in jest.
âYes,â you confirm, and turn your head to look up at him, âwhich means Iâm coming around to your method of dealing with themâŠ.Donât.â
Simon laughed softly again, as he pulled you closer to his side. His hand gently playing with the ends of your hair. The silence settled comfortably between you untilâŠ
âPants off SimonâŠâ you say from next to him. Your voice short and to the point, making his eyebrow quirk up at you.
âWhat?â You ask, as he studies you. âIâve had a bad day, and I could use a good fuckâŠâ you say, raising an eyebrow back at him.
Quickly, you sit up and heft yourself off the couch to stand in front of him. Hands on your hips, glaring down at him playfully.
âSo do I need to repeat myself?â You ask, your voice the low and dangerous one for once. Simon couldnât tell, but he was pretty sure he loved this new side. âPants. Off. Riley.â You say, a wicked smirk on your face.
Simon stands holding his hands up in surrender, as he smirks back at you. Slowly his hands go down to unbutton his jeans.
âCareful PrincessâŠ.â He warns, but thereâs no real heat to it. Heâs enjoying this. âDonât play with fireâŠâ
Sometimes I get too in my head with my writing. Especially about my smut. I reread every last word with the most critical of eyes and think, Ooh is that cringe? Will that be too graphic? Will this word or phrase take people out of the scene?
And then I read a book. A published, hardcover, NYT bestsellers list book and...
Did you get that?
Someone looked at this sentence (likely more than one someone, tbh) and was like, 'Yeah. We'll print that.'
So the moral of the story, my fellow heathen smut writers, is that we're fine.
As a matter of fact, we're actually fucking amazing.
Remember big dick Simon? Well heâs back (Iâm afraid?)
âDo you want a cuppa?â
Simon has been squashed slightly awkwardly on your sofa for the last hour, watching some god awful film.
You sat alongside him, eyes unfocused, pretending it isnât the oddest thing in the world to have your lieutenant inside your small flat.
Heâs barely said two words. It isnât awkward necessarily, but the silence is thick. Weighted in a way it isnât usually. Itâs as if the fabric of your usually sensible relationship has been doused in water, and is suddenly twice as heavy.
âAlright.â He grunts, not taking his eyes off the screen, on which the heroine of the film is having what looks like a serious breakdown. Frankly, you might join her soon.
By the time the credits start to roll, heâs finished the tea. He keeps glancing at you from the corners of his almond shaped dark eyes, while you hold the warmed cup to your chest. Heâs never usually this awkward, granted youâve only spent limited time with him one on one, and that was when there was a job to do.
When you catch him gazing at you at silently for the fourth time, a decision is made in your head.
âIs everything okay Simon?â
âYeah. Why wouldnât it be?â
His response is gruff, unfazed and totally expected.
âItâs justâŠI donât often get house calls from youâŠâ your voice trails off, watching his brows knit together so the scar through one of them pulls taut and turns white.
âYou invited me.â
Utter confusion intensifies painfully in your brain.
âNo I didnât?â
âYeah you did.â
âWhen?!â You sound so incredulous, it makes your voice hit a pitch more like a squeak.
âOutside tha bar, few weeks ago. Told me youâd be happy to hear me out.â
The drunken haze of finding out your superior has a big cock swims before you. It makes you cringe a little bit, formerly that memory was shoved into a box labelled - âhighly inappropriate thoughts to have about Ghost, your colleague.â
Simon bumps your arm with his elbow. Itâs a friendly kind of gesture, about as friendly as he ever gets. But it makes you jump.
âAre you?â
âPrepared to hear you out?!â
âYeah.â Simon replies as if youâre about to debate who should be at the top of the premier league, not take a mythically large dick.
Heâs still staring intently, barely a blink to break the vivid amber of his irises. It belies the calmness of his tone, the low rasp youâve gotten used to which barely ever raises.
You give it a few seconds thought. Itâs been a hot minute since you got laid, Simon is big and brawny. Even his bodyweight on top of you would feel nice, not withstanding the potential for a shag.
âCan I just get this clear - hearing you out involves sex?!â
âThat not what you meant?â
âWell it was at the time! But I havenât shaved my legs or anything!â
Simon seems perplexed by that.
âAinât shaved mine neither. Sâthat a problem?â
