Curvy Secret- Chapter 16*
WARNINGS: angst, age gap, older harry younger y/n, talks of weight, talks of violence, fluff, smut, dominant harry, use of toys, daddy kink, pet names, hickies, dirty talk, ass play, m/f receiving oral. do not read if you are under 18!
wc: 7,930
key: (y/b/m)= your brother’s name, (y/m/n)= your mom’s name, (y/d/n) (y/f/n)= your dad/father’s name
Read parts 1 to 15 before you read this!!
special shoutout to @allthelovehes for their continuous help, editing, and feedback before I publish
The next day you had a pounding headache, but when you woke up Harry was there with medicine, a glass of water, a hot rag, and plenty of forehead kisses. "Thank you for taking care of me, H."
"Course, baby."
You sat up and forgot about your tattoo, so when you winced, Harry was concerned. "Yeh ok?"
You wanted to keep the tattoo a surprise until the right moment so you brushed it off. "I'm fine. Just sore from… dancing."
"Oh ok."
You chuckled and rubbed your head. "I'm sorry if I… for my actions last night. I get really bad when I have tequila."
"'S alright, m' love. Don't mind taking care of yeh," Harry smiled.
"I know, but I got carried away… I'm having like flashbacks… Did I get on my knees and…?"
Harry chuckled. "Yeah."
"Sorry! Oh God, I'm so embarrassing," you covered your face.
"No yer not. I think yer cute," he said, smirking.
You played with his shirt and hummed. "We can… do it now if you want."
"'S ok baby. Let's go get breakfast," he said, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen.
Harry concocted some smoothie thing that was supposed to be a good remedy for a hangover. It tasted like feet, but it worked like a charm.
Just as you were settling down to watch TV, your phone rang. Harry looked over at you and you picked it up. "It's my mom," you said.
"Well, answer it," he said.
You sighed and nervously put your phone up to your ear. "H-hi, mom. What's up?"
"Hi (Y/N). How are you? How's Harry?" She asked.
"I'm good. H-Harry's fine I suppose," you said, looking over at him and he grabbed your leg and pulled you closer to him. You giggled. "Sorry. What's up?"
"I-I wanted to invite you two to Thanksgiving dinner next week. Anytime after 3. Dinner's at 6," she said.
"Oh." You looked over at Harry and his smile faltered. "Uh, ma-maybe."
Your mom tried to convince you to come and you tried to get words out but she just kept talking.
"What is it?" Harry mouthed.
"Hold on a second," you told your mom.
You covered the speaker on your phone and told him, "My mom wants us to come to Thanksgiving dinner at their house next week."
Being British, Harry never celebrated Thanksgiving until he moved to the states and your parents invited him to it every year.
Harry's eyebrows raised. "Oh."
"Yeah… but we don't have to. It's going to be really awkward and…"
"Tell her yes," he interrupted.
"What?"
"Tell yer mum we'll be there," your boyfriend said.
You raised an eyebrow as you raised your phone back to your ear. "Mom? Hey. Uh. We'll think about it."
"Ok. Well, the invitation is always open (Y/N)," she said.
"Thanks, mom," you said. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.
When you put your phone on the table, you turned around and saw Harry staring at you. "What?"
"Why didn't yeh say 'yes'?"
"Don't you think there will be so much tension?" You asked.
He shrugged. "'M not passin' up yer mum's turkey." Harry moaned while thinking about it. "The best thing I've ever eaten."
You raised an eyebrow and he chuckled. "Well… second to yeh, of course."
You giggled and moved the hair out of his face. He pulled you onto his lap and gave you a peck. "If it gets too bad, we're going. I don't want your pretty face all beat up again."
He chuckled. "I think I'll be fine. Got m' princess by m' side and if ANYONE touches her, oh there will be carnage."
You bit your lip. "I love you."
"I love yeh too."
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The week had flown by and it was already the day before Thanksgiving. Your stomach turned every time you thought about stepping into that house, in front of people who were pissed at you. But Harry assured you that it was going to be fine.
You two had ventured to the store because Harry was insisting on making sweet potato casserole. It was a madhouse, but shopping together made it easier. Despite everything that's happened, you liked that you could go out in public together and not be scared you will bump into anyone you know.
You arrived back at the house and laid out all the ingredients in the kitchen. Apparently, Harry found this recipe online and it was pretty simple to follow.
You both put aprons on and got to work. Harry was a natural in the kitchen and it was turning you on. He was singing some old Beatles song and jiggling his body to the music. You laughed as you smoothed the ingredients into the dish.
Harry scooped some up with his finger and held it out to you. "Try it. See if it's any good."
You put your mouth over his finger, licking off the ingredients and then puckering your lips and sucking off everything that was on it. Harry cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his pants as he pulled his finger out of your mouth. "Delicious," you said.
He went over to wash his hands and chuckled. "Seems it."
You giggled. "Hey! I just got an idea."
"What's that, love?" Harry asked as he came back over to sprinkle the marshmallows on top.
"Why don't you start up a baking/cooking business until you find a new job? You're so good at it and enjoy it. Plus, it would bring in more money," you suggested.
Harry smiled and placed you to sit on the counter. "This is why yer m' girlfriend. And why I love yeh. Yer so freaking smart." He pecked your lips and you giggled.
His lips started to make their way down your lips to your neck. "So smart and beautiful and funny and so fuckin' sexy."
You moaned and gripped onto his hair, pulling him into you more. Just as you felt Harry leave a nip on your neck, the oven's preheating beep went off.
He grumbled and finished off making the dish and then put it in the oven. Harry turned around to look at you. "That really is a genius idea, babe. Thank yeh."
"No problem. I know you love doing it too, so it's a win-win," you said. "It just sucks because it will be nowhere near the money you were making."
"I know, but like I said, we're good fer now, ok? And plus, it's good to be in a different scenery sometimes. Yeh know?" He shrugged.
"Yeah…" you trailed off, thinking about what happens when you're only both living on your paycheck.
"Hey," he came between your legs and held onto your thighs. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing… just thinking about the future," you shrugged.
"Oh yeah? Our future?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
You nodded. "Yeah. Just financial wise."
"Urgh. Babe. Please stop worrying 'bout that. I told yeh. I got a ton of money saved up," he assured you.
"Ok…" you whispered.
"But… if it makes yeh feel any better we could combine our expenses and save some money," he said.
"Yeah. I mean I guess I don't need cable, I could watch it at your place. And you're practically over my place for breakfast every day, so maybe we could cut back on groceries and…."
"Babe…." He cut you off.
"What?" You asked as he cupped your face.
"What if yeh understood what I was sayin' and we moved in together?" Harry chuckled and moved a piece of hair behind your ear.
You gasped and your eyes opened wide. I mean you have thought about it—a lot. But you didn't know if it was too soon. But then again, nothing in your relationship was perfect or ever at the right time. "Oh."
Harry panicked. "I mean… uh… shit. If we're not there yet, then that's fine. I didn't mean to… uh… sorry."
"Harry…"
"Yes?"
"I'd love that," you smiled.
"REALLY?!" His face lit up.
You nodded. He picked you up off the counter and you wrapped your legs around him. It amazed you every time how strong he was. He twirled you around, you both covered in marshmallows, sweet potatoes, and more, but you didn't care. You were moving in with Harry. You were moving in with Harry!!
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Harry felt giddy the next day. His girlfriend was moving in with him! It was finally Thanksgiving and you were getting ready.
After taking a shower together, Harry brushed his hair and teeth and you were getting changed. You needed to pick out the perfect outfit. You had settled on a plain t-shirt with a cute cardigan over it and black jeans with boots.
As Harry scurried around behind you, getting changed and whatever else, you put your clothes on. You were already running late, but Harry distracted you in the shower.
You put your outfit on and pulled on your pants, trying to zip up your jeans. They didn't go up and when they finally did, you couldn't breathe.
You felt defeated and went to go lay on the bed. In his craziness, Harry walked by you. "Wha-? What are yeh doin'?"
"My pants are tight," you whispered.
"What's that, sweetheart?" He sat on the bed next to you. He had his pants and shoes on but was shirtless.
"I can't breathe in these pants. They're too tight."
"So take 'em off," Harry suggested.
You sat up on your elbows and pouted. "Har…."
"Listen…. We are already running late. I don't have the time to reassure yeh that yer beautiful and size of yer clothes doesn't matter. But 'm telling yeh."
You pouted.
"It's Thanksgiving. Why are yeh wearing jeans anyway? Stand up," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.
You stood in front of the mirror and waited for Harry as he looked through your closet. He pulled out a pair of black leggings that had gems on the side. "Now, these are Thanksgiving pants. Comfy, stretchy, no zippers."
He walked over to you and helped you get out of your jeans and you sat on the bed as he pulled the leggings onto your legs. "There. Better?"
You nodded and pouted. He helped you up. "Good. Now put yer shoes on and let's go." He spanked your ass cheek before grabbing his shirt and putting it on.
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You finally pulled up to your parents' house at 4:42.
Harry carried the casserole in one hand and held your hand in the other. As you walked up to the door, Harry kissed your temple and whispered, "'S gonna be alright."
You nodded and smiled at him as you rang the doorbell. Luckily, your mom answered the door and you breathed out a sigh of relief. "Hi, mom. Happy Thanksgiving."
"Hi, honey. Hey Harry. Happy Thanksgiving! I'm so glad you came," she said, giving you each a hug.
"I-we made a sweet potato casserole," Harry said.
"Oh! Thank you, H! This is great." She went to put it in the fridge with the other desserts.
Harry squeezed your hand as she walked away. Niall and Mia were already there so they greeted you with warm hugs and a "congratulations" on your relationship. Amelia winked at you and smiled. You smiled back.
As you walked in further, you heard people laughing. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Ryan laughing with two other people… who looked oddly familiar to you.
When you locked eyes with Ryan, he gave you a glare. You didn't even want to talk to him.
Ryan held up his finger to the people he was talking to and walked over to you. "Hello."
You stood there in front of each other in silence. He looked over at Harry and smirked. "How's your jaw?"
Harry flared his nostrils and didn't answer him. His face was healing nicely, only a small bruise under his eye now. "You know," you said. "You're a real dick!"
"Whoa!" He held up his hands. "Language."
"Language? Language Ryan? YOU BEAT UP A GROWN MAN because daddy paid you off! I think my language is acceptable." You got right in front of his face.
Harry held you back because he didn't want you to get hurt. "A grown man who's creeping on my sister," your brother said.
"He's not creeping. Harry is 5 times the man you'll ever be. And we love each other."
Ryan snorted. "O-kay."
"You're lucky we didn't call the cops on you, Ryan! You beat him up for no reason except for the fact that dad doesn't like us together."
"Not just dad," he folded his arms.
"Oh… ok. So, are you jealous of us or something? You have Hailey. So leave us alone."
"Actually, Hailey broke up with me," Ryan said.
You laughed. GOOD. We love karma. "I don't blame her."
You went to walk away, but then the two other people standing behind your brother came into your sight and you wanted to scream….. Jade and Kyle.
"Hi," Kyle put a hand up. "Uh… nice to see you?"
"Hi, Kyle. Sorry we didn't tell you about us before."
He shook his head. "I completely understand."
Why the fuck was he here anyway?
Then Jade had to start her bullshit. "I heard you guys went out for drinks without me."
"Jade. Honestly. I don't even know why you're here. Please do not start today," you drug Harry with you to the other room when you bumped right into your dad.
You felt Harry's hand fall from your grasp and he pumped his chest up behind you. You heard him blow out a big breath through his nose.
Your dad looked at you and then at him. You didn't say anything to him and he didn't to you. You cleared your throat and stepped out of the way, into the kitchen to see if your mom needed any help.
You heard the men speaking to each other, not like they normally did. "Surprised you could afford the gas to get here. Now that you're out of a job and all," your dad said.
You knew Harry's blood was boiling at this point. His hands formed into fists. "Yer lucky it's a holiday or I'd have you shoved up against this wall. Pull a stunt like that again and you'll be living in a shoebox and Ryan oh if he wants to take on this 'old man,' bring it."
He walked away before your dad could say anything else or punch him again. Harry went to go eat some hors d'oeuvre and sit in the corner to talk to Niall.
You helped in the kitchen. Your mom was preparing the potatoes, the stuffing, and everything. You tried to avoid your dad at all costs and except for the occasional bumping into each other in the kitchen, you did.
When everything was prepared and cooking, you leaned against the counter and talked to your mom. "Do you know why Jade and Kyle are here?"
"Uh, your dad invited them. Well, Kyle's mom, you know how she works with me. They didn't have anywhere to go with the divorce and all, so I said they could come if they wanted. As for Jade, that wasn't my doing. But I thought she was your friend."
"Not anymore really," you said.
"Oh. I'm sorry honey."
You just shrugged.
Dinner was finally ready and you helped set the table. Your mom called everyone in and they all gathered one by one. You made sure to grab a seat next to Harry. Ryan took the seat at the end and Kyle, his mom, and some family were over there too. By the time everyone got there, Jade was on the other side of Harry and your dad was across from you with Amelia on your other side.
She tapped your hand and smiled and you gave her a warm side hug. She was never against you or Harry in this.
Your mom sat next to your dad and handed him the knife to cut the turkey. When he stabbed into the turkey, he looked directly at Harry, who was sitting with his arms folded, by the way. Not touching your hand or your thigh or arm around your chair or anything near you.
Your dad cut into the turkey and everyone dug into the food. There was awkward tension throughout the whole meal. Your mom, Amelia, and Niall tried to lead the conversation (thank God for them) but mostly everyone gave short answers.
"(Y/M/N), this turkey is out of this world. Like always," Harry spoke up.
"Oh thank you, Harry. It was my mom's recipe, you know?"
"Really? You'll have to give me the recipe sometime," Harry said, taking more.
"Maybe one day. Right now it's a secret," she said.
Harry chuckled. You laughed too and put your hand on his thigh. He lightly and subtly moved it off. You pouted.
Then you heard Jade speak up. "Oh but Harry. You're such a good cook. I'm sure you could make this even better. No offense Mrs. (Y/L/N)."
"How do you know that my boyfriend is a good cook?" You asked.
She giggled. "Your dad told me."
You rolled your eyes. Then, you took some more mashed potatoes and put them on your plate. "Har, can you pass me the butter and salt please?"
He didn't even look up and handed them to you. You sighed. "Thanks."
Dinner was going on as usual, except for the tension at the table. Your dad looked like he was about to explode- his face red and his grip heavy on his utensils.
You tried to grab Harry's hand on the table, but he moved it away and wiped them with a napkin. "Ok then," you whispered.
It was killing Harry to not hold your hand and give you loving eyes, and pull you close and give you pecks on your lips, but your dad was staring him down and he didn't want another beat-up face or worse.
You figured you'd try to touch his leg, as it was under the table and no one could see. But when your foot touched Harry's leg, he cleared his throat and crossed it across his lap. "Why are you ignoring me?" You whispered to him, pouting.
Stay strong, Harry.
He cleared his throat again and took a sip of his wine. You grabbed more stuffing and potatoes because you ate when you were stressed.
"(Y/N), honey. I think you should take it easy on the food," your mom said.
You went to open your mouth, but someone else spoke up before you.
"I think yeh need to mind yer own business," Harry said. "'M sorry, (Y/M/N), but yeh do."
She was speechless.
You smiled and your face got hot. You looked over at Harry and he finally looked over at you and smiled. "Thank you," you mouthed.
"You're welcome," he said back.
You ate your food and everyone else finished up theirs. Then, you were all digesting and sitting down, talking and waiting for dessert.
Harry offered to help this time, so you sat down. But when you were leaving the bathroom, you stuck your head in the kitchen and stood next to him. "Hey," you smiled.
"Uh, hi."
"Need any help?" You asked, putting your hand on his back.
He shimmied out of your touch and pulled items out of the fridge. "Uh. I think we're good. Thanks."
You pouted and went to go sit down. Amelia was next to you and tapped your knee with hers. "You ok?"
"Yeah. I'm fine," you said. Then, "No. Harry's ignoring me. And I don't know why."
She looked around to make sure no one who didn't approve was around. She was in the clear. All the guys were watching the football game. "Do you think he's trying to not be touchy because he doesn't want to upset your dad? He did get beat up and I know he wants to protect you."
"Maybe," you sighed. "But even when my dad wasn't in the kitchen, he was still acting like that."
She shrugged. "Maybe talk to him. Or try to get his attention, if you know what I mean."
You smiled. "Thanks, Mia. I owe you a lot."
"Anytime, sweetie. Good luck."
"Thanks. Do you want some wine? I could drink a whole bottle right now," you laughed.
Amelia chuckled. "Su-. I mean, I'm ok. Thanks (Y/N)."
You shrugged and poured yourself a glass just as dessert came out. This was less formal, so some people ate in the dining room and others in the rec room to watch the game.
You were in line grabbing food and Harry handed you a plate. "Thanks!"
He hummed in response.
Jade had to speak up again and say, "Harry. I just know this casserole is going to be so good."
He didn't answer, but you had reached your breaking point with her. "Why are you here again, Jade? Don't you have family or people who like you who you could spend today with?"
"Actually," your dad spoke up. "I invited her." He picked up a cookie and smirked.
"Why?"
He shrugged. "I figured if Harry likes 'em young, why not get with Jade?"
This made your blood boil. You slammed your plate down causing everyone to jump and you ran down the hall. You don't know if you wanted the bedroom or bathroom, but somehow you ended up in your old room. It did look exactly the same.
You let out a cry and about a minute later, the door opened and someone knocked. "Can I come in?"
You nodded, sitting up. Harry sat next to you on the bed and pulled you into a hug. All of your worries and stress just seemed to have melted away. "'M sorry." He kissed your forehead.
You caught your breath as you cried. "I knew we shouldn't have come."
"'M sorry," he said again.
"And to top it all off, you didn't even look at me the entire night. I just feel so… ugly and ignored." Your head hung low.
Harry tsk'd and pulled you close. "Baby, oh 'm sorry. I just wanted to keep our distance, yeh know? Didn't want a whole fight on Thanksgiving. And yer not ugly."
"I get it. But even in the kitchen with no one around, you just brushed me off…"
"Again, 'm sorry. I didn't want to get all fussed and worked up. Yeh know I love yeh, right?" He asked.
You nodded slightly. Harry sighed.
"Do yeh wanna go back out there?" He picked up his plate. "I brought yeh a cookie."
You smiled and picked it up. "Thank you, babe."
You took a bite, but all you could taste was saliva from how much you were crying.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you!"
"Hmmm?" He asked, putting a hand on your thigh. "Yer not pregnant are yeh? I can't tell yer family after all this," he joked.
"No," you said. "Not yet. When I went out drinking with the girls, we got tattoos."
"Yeh did?" He asked, his brows raising.
"Mmmhmm. Carly got a flower and Whitney got a cat," you said.
"Oh, nice. And how 'bout yeh?"
"Let me show you," you stood up and closed the door. You lifted your shirt to your mid-stomach and pulled your leggings and underwear down a bit, exposing your hip. The plushy part that Harry loved so much.
On it was a tiny "H" written in cursive. It was about a half inch long.
He looked at your hip as his eyes adjusted to what he was seeing. "Wow. This fer me?"
You nodded and smiled. "Yeah. H, as in Harry, so I always remember who I belong to."
"Fuck." Harry slunk off the bed and onto his knees on the floor. He pulled you close to him and kissed the tattoo and all around it. He growled on your skin and it sent a chill up your spine.
He got up and kissed you passionately, pushing you against the door. His hands traveled down your body. The one resting on your tattoo, the other lightly petting over your core in your leggings. He moaned, so hungry for you, and picked you up allowing your clothed cores to touch.
It was hot, it was heated and he wanted to take you right then and there, but he knew better.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he said, "We're going home. Gonna show yeh that yer mine. Got that?"
You swallowed. "Yes, daddy."
"Good girl. Now, come on." Harry took your hand and dragged you out to where everyone was eating. "Bye. Thank yeh for a great dinner. (Y/N)'s not feeling all that well, so we're gonna head home."
"Oh… ok," your mom said. "Thanks for coming."
He hugged her and then you did too. You said goodbye to Niall and Mia and a few others then headed out to the car.
He opened the door for you and you slid into the seat. Harry then got in the driver's side and gripped the steering wheel. "Fuck. Had to be a brat and make us leave early."
Harry started up the car and drove down the street. "I just wanted to show you my tattoo, daddy."
"Yeh know what those fucking hips do to me."
You bit your lip and rubbed your legs together as he continued talking. "And the fact that yeh got m' name imprinted on yeh just…. Fuck. It's so hot."
After this whole thing went down, the sexual tension between you two hasn't been super high. Sure, you used your hands and mouths and had actual sex once, but it was quick and in the shower. You know this one was going to be rough and slow. All thoughts of the previous events were forgotten. Plus, he ignored you all night, so the pent-up energy was high.
Harry was driving home super fast. His hand was gripping your thigh and you already felt yourself dripping between your legs.
When you finally got back to his place, he got out of the car, opened your door, scooped you up, and brought you upstairs to his bedroom. He plopped you down on the bed and stared at you. You bit your lip and stared back at him.
He took off his clothes and stood there in his boxer briefs. His chest was heaving. "Take off yer fucking clothes."
You nodded, sat up, and disrobed. Harry maintained eye contact with you the entire time. You were sitting on your knees in your bra and panties.
Harry reached into his underwear and jerked off his cock. "Gonna show yeh that not only are yeh fucking gorgeous but that yer mine. Always have been always will be, darling."
You whimpered.
He continued to jerk himself off. You kneed your way to the end of the bed and reached your hands out. Harry chuckled. "What's wrong, baby girl? What do yeh want?"
"Mmm. Pleaseee."
"Baby, yeh need to speak in full sentences. I don't know what that babbling means," Harry said.
You whimpered again. "Daddy, please. Want you. Want your cock."
"Mmmm," he smirked. "There we go. That's all yeh had to say. Good girl."
"Daddy."
"Baby."
"Please make me yours," you begged.
Harry pulled his hand out of his boxers and walked forward towards you. He gripped your jaw and looked down at you. "Open."
You opened your mouth and he spit into it. You shuddered. Your heart was racing as he looked at you with dark eyes. "Pathetic slut. Bet that got yeh wet, huh?"
You swallowed dryly and nodded. He chuckled. You kept your mouth open, wanting to not be a brat. "If yeh keep that mouth open, 'm gonna shove m' cock down it."
You opened your mouth wider and stuck your tongue out. Harry chuckled and lightly slapped your face. "That's what yeh want? To have all yer holes filled with m' cock?"
"Please."
Harry chuckled as he pulled down his boxer briefs. He jerked himself a few times and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you close to his cock.
He tapped his tip on your tongue and you moaned. "This is my mouth, right?"
"Yes, daddy," you panted. "Yours. Everything is yours."
"Good girl," he said, as he shoved his length down your throat.
You gurgled and gagged on his cock, your eyes watering. He held onto the back of your head, bruising your throat. Harry was sweating, beads of it pouring off his forehead. "Yeh feel so fuckin' good 'round m' cock, baby girl. Fuck."
You tried to answer but with his big cock down your throat, it came out as gibberish. You were so wet and warm around him, he felt like he was going to explode. Harry's eyes were fluttering as he gave one last thrust down your throat. "'M gonna cum. Fuck."
You hummed and he let out a shaky breath. Harry grunted and you felt his warm cum go down your throat.
He pulled out and there was a string of cum and spit connecting your mouth to his cock. You looked like a fucked out whore with mascara under your eyes and Harry absolutely loved it.
"Always make m' cock feel so good. Such a little cock slut," he said, as your head was still pulled back. "Look at this mess."
You whined.
"Want me to mark yeh up? Hmm? Let everyone know yer mine."
You nodded. "Yeh know yeh have to use yer words, darling."
You tried to talk but your voice came out hoarse from the bruising your throat took. "Yes," you croaked out.
"Aww, poor baby. Can't even speak."
He smiled and released his grip from your head. You wiped your mouth and then he reached behind you and unhooked your bra. "Lay back."
You did as he said and Harry climbed on top of you. He pulled your bra off the rest of the way and marveled at your boobs. "God, I'll never get tired of these tits. I really want to fuck 'em again."
"Do it," you croaked out.
"Yeah?" You nodded. "Fuck."
Harry licked his lips and straddled you on either side of your breasts. He pumped himself a few times and then laid his cock between your boobs. You grabbed onto them and squished them together, trapping his cock in between. "Good girl. These tits are mine, right?"
You nodded. "Yes, daddy. Yours."
"Fuck," he pushed his hair back.
Harry slowly started to thrust himself between your boobs and he let out deep guttural moans. He looked down at your face the entire time, which looked completely fucked out and you were giving him doe eyes. You were driving him insane.
The necklace he gave you was lying right above your breasts and his cock nearly hit it every time it moved above your breasts. He couldn't believe you were his.
He held onto the bed with one hand and slapped your tits with the other. "Can't wait to mark these up. God. Yer so fuckin' sexy and yer all mine."
You whimpered. "Yes, daddy."
Harry pushed his cock through your boobs about 3 dozen more times. He could do this all day. He thought it was so hot.
He had to close his eyes to regain himself and not cum. "I don't want to stop, but 'm gonna cum and I need to still get in yer pretty pussy."
You giggled. "You can cum if you want daddy. Then, we can play a little more before you get inside me."
He grunted, moving his hips quickly. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Harry pulled out and jerked himself off until he came all over your chest. He moaned out. "Christ. Holy shit. We're not cleaning yeh up yet."
You giggled. "Are you sure you can keep going?"
Harry cocked an eyebrow. "What are yeh implying?" He asked with a smirk.
"Nothing. Oh my God. I'm sorry. Nothing! I was just asking," you said.
"I'm kidding," he said.
You pouted and smacked his thigh. "Meanie."
"Meanie? Wanna try that again? Because so far I've cum twice and yeh haven't cum at all. And I can leave it that way," he said.
"No no. I'm sorry daddy. I love you so much. Please. Please make me cum."
He chuckled. "So fucking desperate for m', baby."
You whimpered and he climbed off of you. Harry positioned himself to lay on top of you and started nipping at your neck. "Yeh said yer mine, so 'm gonna mark yeh like it."
You let out the deepest and longest moan Harry has ever heard come out of you and it made his cock twitch. You've been waiting for him to give you hickies and now that your relationship was out in the open, he could.
The pain he was leaving on your neck was quickly turning into pleasure and you knew you were going to be black and blue and hurting tomorrow. But you didn't care.
As Harry nipped, licked, and sucked at your neck, he reached down and gripped your hip, the one that had his initial on it. "Mine."
"All yours."
He growled animalistically and you gasped as he bit quite harshly on your neck. Harry then moved to the other side and did the same thing. After marking your whole neck, he moved to your lips and pecked them. "Sorry. I should've asked if I was hurtin' yeh."
"You didn't," you shook your head. "I would have told you."
"Good," he smiled and kissed your lips again.
He then kissed down your body, licking over the cum that was on your chest and now on his. He then stopped right before your nipples and placed little bites there before continuing. You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair.
Your boyfriend continued his trek down your body, licking and nipping at your lower stomach. "Love this fuckin' tummy. All mine. God. Yer so beautiful."
The way Harry loved on your stomach and rubbed over your stretch marks was making your heart into mush and your stomach flutter.
He licked into your belly button a few times and your toes curled. "Shit."
Harry made his way down to your hips and took your panties off. First kissing on the hip without the tattoo. "God, these hips make me go feral. And now, now that yeh got m' name on it," he moaned. "Fuck. I can't even think straight."
He finally moved over to the one with the ink on it and kissed it. "Mine. God, this is so hot."
You were so turned on and bit your lip as he kissed it. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not-not anymore," you shook your head.
"Thank Goddddd," he nipped at the 'H' on your hip and you jumped a little. He moaned and gripped your other hip. "Marking yerself as mine. Fuck. Knew yeh were my good girl. Now yeh can never leave me," he chuckled. "'M branded on yeh. Forever."
He said that last word as a whisper and it made you shudder. "Yours, H. Forever."
Harry kissed over the tattoo again and then sat up a bit, gripping both of your hips. "Love these hips."
After kissing and squeezing them for a few more minutes, Harry made his trek back to your center. However, he skipped right over it at first. He nipped, kissed your thighs first, and kissed some of your stretch marks. "God. I love being squished between these thighs. My thighs."
You were already dripping onto the comforter at this point and he barely touched your core. He made his way down the rest of your body, kissing the tattoo on your ankle.
You whined and he looked down at you. "What's wrong, princess?"
You were getting antsy. "Please. Just. I need you."
"Mmm," he hummed. "I think we established yer mine, so 'm doing what I want for now."
You whimpered as he kept kissing your legs and ankles. You pouted and he chuckled. Harry finally opened your legs more and ran two fingers up your wet slit.
He then leaned over you and held the fingers up to your mouth. "Open," he slapped your cheek gently when you didn't open your mouth right away.
You finally did and sucked on his fingers, looking at him with doe eyes. You did taste good and as much as you loved having his fingers in your mouth, you needed more.
When you grabbed onto his hand, he pulled out and caressed your face. "You've been so good. Think yer ready now, hmm?"
You nodded quickly and Harry chuckled. "Turn around fer me, baby. Stick that arse up."
You did as he said and as soon as you faced the headboard, Harry kissed from your neck down your back, by your spine, and then landed some spanks on your ass. You moaned as Harry rubbed the spots that were red.
"This back… is mine. Along with the hips, which yeh already know. And this arse. Fuck," he spanked you again. "Mine."
"Yes, daddy," you said in a strained voice. "Yours. Please."
Harry leaned over and kissed your ass cheeks before placing little nips on them. You gasped and then moaned. "Oh my God, Harry."
"Like that, baby?"
You nodded and he smirked, continuing to mark up your ass. What he did next took you by surprise. Harry separated your cheeks a bit and swirled around his tongue on your hole… no, not that one.
You never really had anyone play with your ass like this before and it was new and exciting. He poked his tongue in and out of it and you moaned. Harry moved his mouth away and put one finger inside you. You moaned again as he tried to put it in your tighter hole.
"Seems like yeh like this?" Harry asked.
"I-I didn't think I would, but fuck yes," you gripped the sheets.
He put his finger in a little more and you contracted around him. "Gotta loosen yeh up a bit before we do anything further, but," he growled. "'M glad yer open to it."
"So-so open," you said.
Harry hummed and then pulled his finger out of you. He then gave a few spanks to your ass again and pulled you close to him. "Now, fer my favorite part."
He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you so you were lined up with his mouth. Harry licked up your core and you let out a happy sigh. He was finally where you wanted him.
Your boyfriend stuck his tongue out and dived into your pussy. You had to grip onto the sheets in order to not fall over.
"Harry," you moaned.
"Yes. Say m' name again, baby. Who's this pussy belong to?"
"Y-you, Harry," you said again, trying to form the right words.
"Good girl," he opened up your center even further and attached his lips to your clit. "My pussy. My delicious fuckin' pussy."
He moaned into your core, moving from your clit to your hole. Harry was very skilled with his mouth and he knew it.
You couldn't sit up anymore. You had to collapse your arms and put your head on the pillow. Your eyes were crossing and you grabbed onto the covers even tighter. "Fuck, Harry."
He hummed and focused on your clit again. You were shaking and so close to cumming. "I love this pussy so fuckin' much."
"Harry, I'm gonna cum."
"Cum on m' face, pretty girl. Wanna taste yeh," he said.
A few more sucks to your clit and you were wetting Harry's face. He made sure to clean you all up with his tongue and tell you how good you tasted before leaning back and admiring the view.
"God. It's been too long since I fucked yeh and I am too excited," Harry said. "Turn around."
You turned on your back and saw Harry's cock standing tall again. He had already cum twice. How was he still hard? "You seem excited," you giggled.
"Yeah. Well yeh make me feel like 'm 25 again and could go all night," he said.
You bit your lip. "That sounds promising."
"Mmm," he hummed. "We'll see."
You giggled and he pulled you close to him, your legs resting on either side of his hips. He stroked himself a few more times before putting the tip at your entrance. You were already super wet from the previous activities, so his cock just slid right in.
However, it had been a bit since his cock was in you and there was a bit of a sting. You gripped Harry’s hand as he put his cock further into you. “Jesus Christ. It feels so fucking good,” he said.
He leaned over you and started to move his cock in and out of you at a normal pace. “I’ve missed this. Oh, fuck this pussy is mine. Forever. Christ.”
You were panting. Harry’s sweat, mixed with yours was running off your face and your stomach was in knots at how good it felt. “All yours, Harry. I’m yours.”
Harry growled at that and fucked into you harder. “No one can take yeh away from me. Marking yeh mine. ‘M forever on yer skin now.”
His words were making you moan and clench around him. Harry was fucking into you with such force and nipping at your neck that your toes were curling and your eyes kept rolling back. He pushed your knees up to get a new position and deeper inside of you and when he hit your g-spot consistently, you felt a fire in your belly. “Daddy, I’m going to cum.”
He moaned. “Cum baby. Give me all yer cum.”
You dug your nails into his back as he continued to thrust into you. You clenched a few times and then released, feeling completely spent. You needed Harry to cum. When you came down from your high, you pushed a curl out of Harry’s face and said, “Please cum inside of me daddy. Mark me as yours. Please.”
“Gonna cum so deep inside yeh,” he said, speeding up his hips. “All you’ll be full of is m’ cum.”
You moaned and clenched again, spurring him on. He lasted for a few more minutes, longer than you expected him. When he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, you knew he was about to come undone. His movements were becoming sloppy and he collapsed on top of you, mumbling into your neck, “‘M cumming.”
“Please fill my walls, daddy. Please.”
A few more grunts and thrusts and Harry was splattering his seed inside of you. He stayed laying on top of you for a minute while he caught his breath and then leaned up to give you a kiss. “I love yeh.”
You smiled and kissed him back. “I love you too.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “That was so good.”
“It was!” you giggled. “I missed it.”
“Fuck. Me too,” Harry said, pulling out of you. You whimpered and Harry chuckled, getting up to get a towel to clean you both up.
You still had his cum on you from when he released on your chest, so you were both sticky and gross. “Wanna take a shower?” he suggested.
“Yes, please,” you nodded.
He scooped you up and brought you into his bathroom and then turned on the shower. You both stepped in and round two was quickly starting. After you both cleaned off, Harry kneeled down and kissed your tattoo again.
“What was the worst Thanksgiving turned out to be the best because of you,” you told him.
Harry looked up at you and smirked. “Thank this tattoo. ‘M so glad we got out of there.”
“Me too.”
You knew you were going to be marked up in the morning, but you didn’t care. You were finally back to normal.
When you got out of the shower, you went over to Harry’s drawers to pick out some clothes, but he lightly grabbed your wrist. “Uh uh. Wait a second.”
“What?”
“C’mere, baby,” he said, taking you over to the bed. You sat down and raised an eyebrow.
“Remember when we went to that sex shop on Halloween and I picked up a few more toys?”
“Yeah…” you asked confused.
“Well, if yeh really want to try… anal, we gotta get yeh,” he cleared his throat. “...prepped.”
“What do you mean?”
He went into his closet and took out the box with the toys in it. He searched through it until he found what he was looking for and then held it up. “Do yeh know what this is?”
“No…” To you, it looked like a spinning top or a pacifier but for adults. Before Harry, you really only knew of dildos and vibrators when it came to sex toys.
"This is called a butt plug. Some people use it just for pleasure while others use it as a training tool, per say," he said.
"Oh," your eyes got wide.
"Do yeh want to… try it out?"
"S-sure…" you said hesitantly.
"Baby, if yeh don't want to, just speak up. 'M not gonna be mad," Harry told you.
"No. I-I want to try… it," you bit your lip.
A huge smirk appeared on his face and he picked up the lube from the box as well. "Get on all fours for me, baby."
You did as he said and Harry squirted just a little bit of lube on your ass. "Ok. It might sting a little, but shouldn't really hurt, ok? If it does, yeh gotta tell me."
You nodded your head and swallowed. "Put it in please."
Harry very gently put the butt plug into your hole. It had a huge fake diamond in the middle and the border was pink.
He thought you looked so sexy and he practically moaned as he put it in. You shuddered and he asked if you were ok. "It's cold."
"Oh," Harry chuckled. "Sorry, baby. But it'll be warm in no time. Does it hurt?"
"It's a little uncomfortable, but not really hurting," you said.
"Good. Can yeh stand up fer me?"
He grabbed your hand and helped you stand up. The new angle provided a different feeling. "Oh!"
"Oh good or bad?" He asked.
"Oh as in oh," you moaned out the last word.
He had to bite his lip to keep away the huge smile that was pulling on his face. "Yeh can get changed now baby."
"Thank you, daddy," you kissed his cheek and then grabbed some of his clothes before getting into bed.
"Why didn't we do this with you beforehand?" You asked, snuggling up next to him.
"Well, one we didn't have time, and two, I have experience with this under m' belt," he told you.
"Oh… well, next time we should get you one, so we can wear them together," you giggled.
Harry's eyes practically rolled back in his head. "God, yer such a little freak."
Your face fell. "But that's why I love yeh." You smiled again. "We will definitely be doing that."
He pulled you close to him so you two could go to sleep. The wetness was already forming in between your legs from the toy in your ass, but when Harry reached under your shorts and pushed it in further, you practically gushed on his bed.
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