he goadingly slowly moved her step daughter's nightgown, careful not to wake her up. He was on cloud nine realising his wife had gone to sleep and finally cut the call but that meant Y/N was too. He swore he could keep it to himself, jerking off in the washroom was more than enough, because after how he left her on the couch only to come back with aftercare and feel even more turned on was something that had never happened before but when he saw her sleeping in her favourite position on her tummy with one leg hiked up, it was as if she was inviting him and how could he say no to his princess right.
He smeared his love for her on her ass he kneaded her butt, careful not to wake her up, smiling when he heard her ragged breath. He rolled down her panties, sniffing them and then throwing them somewhere in the room. He prodded at her recently trespassed hole with two of his fingers, resulting in the sleeping beauty to take a deep breath. To say he was hard was an understatement. He removed his boxers and settled back into opening his princess for him. He started thrusting her finger in her and like the angel she is, she came in no time without waking up.
He delicately turned her around, pulling her nightgown down her tits and layering her tits with her cum, making sure to scoop out every drop while she slept like a baby that she is. He was growing hornier by every passing second, just looking at her in this state. He pushed each of her knees beside her tits when she for the first time shivered and thought aww my poor baby is cold.
"what are you doing daddy?" she whispered, gasping when harry lapped at her tits, cleaning off his candy- her cum from it but immediately stopped when he got an euphoric idea, knowing she'll easily comply in her sleep fogged brain.
"nothing baby, just taking a picture for mum, mind holding your legs." he proposed and she meekly nodded, holding her legs. Harry's cock was throbbing and aching, he wanted nothing but to fuck her but first he haphazardly picked up his phone from the nightstand, clicking pictures of her angel, only angel. Once satisfied he dumped the phone on the bed like a toxic ex, straightaway going for her pussy and thrusting in without any wetness.
"it hurts" she cried out, being broken from her sleep.
"shh it's okay baby, i'm just cold, you'll feel better in a few." He started thrusting in her mercilessly, tweaking and lapping at her breasts. The room was no longer giving off sleepy vibe but it oozed euphoria, ecstasy and cum, just like Y/N. Harry thrusted in her like an animal, and after she came, he laid her down on her side, taking his position behind her while shutting her legs to increase the pressue.
"oh my poor baby, no need to cry, just one more and i swear daddy will let you sleep... yes love pinky promise."
but promises are meant to be broken right. Instead he manhandled her, afterall she was his cumslut.
this is one of the blurbs that was here in my drafts.. as for your requests, they are in the making, i’m so sorry it’s taking time but i’m having continuous exams till April 😭 hopefully i’ll do well and apologies for the delay!
Summary: stepdad!harry's point of view after he meets you and fucks you the first few times.
A/n: 2k+ words | stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader
Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, degradation, cheating, angst (guilt), inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter - don't read if you aren't into it!
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Harry was a shit. He knew he was. When he met your mom he was looking to get some ass and she was hot and willing. She was at one of his gigs at a bar and she was front and center with her tits practically on display for him. And Harry definitely had a thing for slightly older women. Mostly because they liked to treat him like he was their fun toy and buy him things. He liked being doted on and given lots of attention.
And your mom did exactly the things he liked. She wanted sex and she had a lot of money to spend on him. And she was hot.
But then he met you and that changed everything for him. You were the younger, better version of your mom. Minus all the money.
It was just physical attraction of course. You were just a cute college girl, a virgin he learned later, and he couldn’t help flirting with you the first time he met you. He flirted very directly too because his damn ego was so big. And you were so shy and surprised by him that only egged him on. But he could tell you were into it.
After he married your mom and moved in, though, he really tried to pretend you didn’t exist. He wanted to put a little distance there and not screw up the good thing he had going with your mom. His gravy train. Fucking with his wife’s daughter, his stepdaughter, could potentially ruin everything. It wasn’t worth it. At first.
But it was impossible because it was like you had flipped the script on him. He had been the one to flirt and make it clear how he felt for you early on while you were blustering and a little shy. But when he attempted to ignore you, you made it almost impossible for him to pretend you weren’t in the room. Prancing around in your tiny shorts and crop tops and batting your lashes at him.
And with your mom gone often enough, thanks to her well-paying job as a surgeon, Harry was regularly left alone with you. Your bratty attitude and the way you flaunted yourself infuriated him. Even calling him dad or daddy just to get under his skin… he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He supposed it was payback in a way for how he treated you at first.
It was a surprise, though, he had to admit. Because he knew you were a virgin, as you had mentioned to him innocently one evening, and he imagined that meant you were somewhat prude. A twenty-year-old virgin? You had to be. But he was wrong.
You pushed and pushed and he’d often “catch” you running from the bathroom to the bedroom (or vice versa) in one of those large hand towels that didn’t cover everything safely. Your damp skin and wet hair flashed by him just as he’d be in view. It was definitely not an accident he determined. He’d caught sight of your tits and ass more times than he could count. But only when your mom wasn’t looking.
You laid it on thick and when he finally gave in to you and fucked you, taking your virginity in the process, he was disappointed in his lack of willpower but wished he could indulge as often as he wanted. But he’d keep you at arm's length out of necessity. He was married to your mom after all. In fact. It was only meant to happen the one time with you. But you played into all his fantasies and kinks as if you were a pro. And once he’d fucked you, you were even more pushy. You wanted him and you made that clear.
The second time he fucked you was when he realized you were going to be a regular thing because the way you responded to him was his wet dream. He wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. Not with the way you begged and teased.
He often imagines that day fondly when he thinks back now. The second time he fucked you because you wanted it dirty and you wanted him mean and that was perfect for what Harry craved with you.
“You’re my little cock slut and you’re gonna take what I give you til you’re coming on my cock and draining my come into your womb.”
He pulled out and released your legs then quickly flipped you so you were flat on your tummy. He held your wrists in one hand and pulled at an ass cheek as he pushed into your cunt once again, fucking you down into the bed. Your moans were muffled into the blankets.
“Fuck, your little pussy is so wet and tight. Your mom could never feel so good, gonna have to use your fuck hole every night to get what I need.”
He released your wrists as he continued impaling you with his stiff length, its head reaching so far into you and wrecking your insides.
He smacked your ass, a crack sounding in the room as you whined, “Yes, daddy! Fuck yes…” and he continued spanking your bottom as he slammed into you.
After Harry left his handprints all over your backside he squeezed your cheeks, ramming into you with wet thuds, his balls whacking you at each pass.
And that led to very frequent trysts. Some even with your mom in the house. Some right next to your mother when she was sleeping. Harry had never been fucked so good. Even though he would say he was doing the fucking, the way you took him and pled for him had his brain spinning. He was obsessed.
He was in too deep. It was dangerous territory for sure but he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop. He was powerless against you.
To Harry: Mom’s gone for the night. Coming home soon?
Harry looked down at his phone after he was done with a jam session at his buddy’s house.
From Harry: omw
His dick was already lurching in his pants just thinking about you. His wife’s daughter. He knew he was going to hell but you’d be worth it. He never thought it would get this far but as much as he knew he shouldn’t, you were his little indulgence. A decadent treat for himself and he knew you felt the same.
The moment he walked in the door you were there, dragging him in and yanking his pants down. You couldn’t wait. In front of the door, you dropped to your knees and took your stepdad down your throat.
Harry groaned and steadied himself, planting his feet flat, legs parted slightly, bent just enough at the knees so he could fuck your face. Putting his hands onto your head he guided you over him and then began rocking his hips into you, shoving himself down your esophagus and watched as your eyes glazed over and slobber began to drip off your chin.
“Fucking desperate slut. Couldn’t wait to gag on daddy’s cock could you?”
You gurgled and grasped onto the front of his strong thighs as he ravaged your mouth. He knew you liked it, though. Because you told him how much you loved giving head. You hadn’t had sex before Harry, but you’d been around in other ways. And he didn’t like that. He didn’t know why exactly. Not in that moment. But he just knew there was a part of him that hated the idea of you sucking off anyone but him. Hated the thought that you had let other guys eat your pussy. Had gotten spanked before him. Let one guy choke you even.
Harry backed out a bit, his wet cock bobbing in front of your face as you gasped for air and opened your eyes up to look at Harry and grin as you sucked in as much air into your lungs as you could before he grasped the back of your head and brought you back down on him.
He groaned and pushed you down so your nose caught in the thatch of hair at his base and kept you in place, the crown of his cock throbbing, leaking, hot in your throat, blocking your airway, grinding into you as far as you could take it. Your gags and the amount of liquid falling from your jaw and down your neck, pooling onto the space of floor in front of your knees didn’t deter Harry from rearing back and snapping his hips forward, lodging his cock into your mouth over and over again.
“Where do you want my come?” He yanked your hair and lifted you off of him so you could respond.
You coughed and hacked, strings of saliva from your bottom lip to the floor and onto your knees. Harry knew your answer before you could even say it by the way you darted your eyes up to his and you slid your fingers from the tops of your thighs to the space in between them slowly, “Please in my pussy, daddy.”
Harry smirked as he bent to reach down and help you up to standing. He pressed you against the door and reached between your legs and found that you were not wearing panties. A very good girl. But so naughty.
“So needy,” he spoke lowly as he pulled your arms up to latch around his neck as he bent at the knees and lifted you up, keeping you against the door as leverage as he slipped his cock inside of your slick pussy, “A needy, desperate, dirty little slut. Aren’t you?” His words strangled in his throat at the way you felt. He had already been on edge from the blowjob, nearly busted down your throat before pulling out and asking where you wanted him.
“Yes! Yes, daddy. For you.”
“Only for me. Isn’t that right? Only I get to use this hole. I get to fuck my come into you whenever I please. Fuck…” he grunted and gasped.
You could tell he was about to release. You didn’t even care if you came or not. You were so turned on by him coming because of you and having his sperm inside of you, feeling it drip down your legs. You loved how it felt when he shivered and his quieted moans grew darker and louder as he released into you. You loved when he’d look at you as he came (he didn’t always) because it felt so intimate in juxtaposition to how he normally treated you (and you really loved how mean he was).
You felt Harry’s hips stutter as his groans turned to mewls. He was nearly whimpering as he came, pouring into you, his cock pushed as deep inside of you as he could get causing you to squeak and sink your fingers into his shoulders at the pinch.
He panted and let his heart rate slow down before he lowered you to the floor and before tugging his pants up and looking you up and down. Flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling fast, thighs clenched. You hadn’t come yet.
He sighed as he bent down, got onto his knees, lifted one of your legs to drape over his shoulder, and looked up at your as he put his mouth over your clit. His fingers were pinching into your thighs as he pulled you into ecstasy with his tongue and his lips. Sucking and swiping, devouring, teasing, mouthing. Eating.
You wound your fingers into his hair and rolled your hips against him. Your hushed moans grew louder as the pressure built.
“Daddy! Oh gah…” you felt the spark zip from the inside out as you came in his mouth. It was wet and silky and creamy… Harry was literally lapping up his come as he licked you clean and slurped you up.
When you’d just started to catch your breath he stood up, leaving you to rely on the door behind you so you didn’t fall, “Thanks. Needed that.”
He smirked to himself as he walked off. Enjoying the post-orgasm relief and knowing you’d be begging him for more soon enough.
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StylesUpdate Harry arriving at Grammys and performing 'As it was'
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Harryfan1 Yesss he looked so good
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Yourinstagram please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another man. This is not me, and it's hard enough knowing this has happened without seeing it.
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StylesUpdate Bestie don't do us like that
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Y/NUpdate Why is no one talking about Y/N matching with Harry at Grammys😭
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Y/Nfan2 MOTHER
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StylesUpdate Harry won 'Best Pop vocal Award' and 'Album of the Year'.
"I've been so inspired by every artist in this category with me. But it’s important for us to remember that there’s no such thing as ‘best’ in music. This doesn’t happen very often to people like me, so this is very nice, thank you. Thank you, Tom, tommy, Jeff, and my fiancé Y/N and Emi" Harry said in his acceptance speech.
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Harryfan3 FIANCÉ???
Y/Nfan2 They're engaged??
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Y/Nfan1 We are getting weddingrry but it's his own wedding🥲
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Yourinstagram 3× Grammy winning boyfriend
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Yourinstagram Until we get married you will be my boyfriend
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Yourinstagram She fell asleep just after movoe started btw
A/N: I haven't yet revealed stepdaughters name, so stepdaughter is she/her for now!
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"Go away. I don't want to talk about it" She mutters coldly before storming up the stairs, pushing her door shut with a clash.
Harry turned to face you as you entered the living room with a frown, scratching your head in confusion.
"Baby, is everything okay? What was that all about?" He brushes his fingers through your hair slowly.
"I...have no idea" You huff tiredly. "I picked her up from school and she just seemed so off, I asked if she was going to go to the cinema with you to go and see spiderman tonight and she just...I don't know" You sigh, shaking your head slowly.
"I'll go talk to her" He mutters, kissing your head slowly and striding up the stairs.
"Hey sweetie? Can I come in?" He knocks slowly before pushing her bedroom door open. She glared at him with a look of anger and clear tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Get out! I don't want to see you anymore!" She yells angrily.
Harry's eyes turned sad and confused, trying to hide the heartbreak behind them.
"Hey, what is it?" He frowns. "Have I upset you?"
"You're going away again! I knew this would happen! I knew you'd just leave us as well! I knew you never really cared or loved us!" Her voice was gravely and hurt, a mist of rage in her mind.
Harry blinked in disbelief and shock at the words escaping her lips. "What?! What makes you think that I'm going anywhere?!"
"Everyone on twitter is saying you're going to release another tour" She sniffles sadly, her heart beating heavily.
"Angel, I haven't planned the next tour yet. I'd never go on another tour without discussing it with your mum And you. And I'll always love you...you're my girls" He frowns, pulling her into his chest to comfort her.
He already took her first virginity- but stepdadHarry seems be a caveman when it comes to her. So there is still a hole waiting for him to have all of her firsts to himself
Sorry if it’s too much- my Phantasie is running wild ☺️☺️
Thank you anon! Sorry for the late response here but hope this is what you're looking for!!
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Harry had been planting the seed in your mind - he wanted to fuck your ass. The more he mentioned it, the more you liked the idea. You’d never tried anal. Well, pretty much all your experience was from Harry, so it only made sense that he would be the one to show you how good anal could be.
So, last time he fucked you he fingered your ass, was able to get three fingers in and told you to practice with your own fingers if you wanted to be able to take him. It turned out that you enjoyed his fingers in your bum. A lot. You came so hard you lost your hearing for a bit.
He was fucking you from behind and made you rub your clit as he pounded into you. That’s when he added some fingers and you came within a minute, shaking and drooling and crying…
“If you like my fingers that much, just imagine what my cock is gonna feel like…” he said to you.
So now, you’d been practicing just like Harry said to. In the shower you’d slip in a couple fingers and rub at your clit and it was like you were almost guaranteed an orgasm if there was a finger in your bum hole. You never knew!! How had you been masturbating all these years and had never tried anything with your other hole until Harry suggested it? Well, now your masturbating routine included anal fingering.
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It was just you and Harry at the house. Your mom got called off to the hospital and Harry wasted no time in dragging you across the couch to get into his lap. And from there, kissing turned to taking your clothes off, and then touching, rubbing, sucking, licking… Harry’s cock was down your throat as you were knelt between his thighs as he sat on the couch with his legs spread.
You were already drippy and needing more. He’d eaten you out before you started sucking him off, but you wanted to try anal. You thought you were ready. So you said so.
“Will you fuck my bottom today? I wanna try it,” you said as you pulled your mouth off his tip.
Harry blinked and nodded and silently pulled you to standing and brought you to the master bedroom.
Pointing at the bed he spoke, “On all fours. Ass up.”
You climbed onto the bed, knees and palms down on the mattress as you watched Harry open a drawer and pull out a plastic bottle.
Harry’s cock was still hard and thick, swinging as he walked across the room and up to the bed behind you. You heard him snap the bottle open as he spoke, “Need to get you nice and wet so it doesn’t hurt as bad. Your little fingers aren’t quite the size of my dick.”
He squirted the liquid over your hole and rubbed it over you, pushing some inside of you. It felt nice. He fingered your hole a little and then put some more over you and then smoothed plenty of over his sizable shaft and tip. He pumped himself a few times.
Before pushing his cock into your bum he plunged into your swollen cunt, fucking into you a bit and it had you moaning and swirling. When he started to rub your clit you felt that familiar tingle of your orgasm. He issued a few more thrusts into your pussy and just before you could come he pulled out and stuck a couple of fingers into your ass.
“Can tell you’ve been practicing baby. Good job. I’m gonna fill your littlest hole now. Okay?”
He took his fingers out and swiped his cock over your puckered hole and kept his other hand at your clit. You nodded and turned to look at him and his sight was focused on your ass.
Once he started to plunge in you closed your eyes and tried relaxing your muscles like Harry told you. It took a bit of working himself in and out but eventually you relaxed into it with his encouraging words and the way his long fingers felt on your pussy. It did hurt. The stretch. You couldn't lie but once he pushed past the muscle it felt good.
“There we are. How’s it feel?”
You nodded and spoke out your words in a breathy moan, “It’s so good Daddy. Oh god…” you wiggled your ass a little to get him to move and so he finally did.
Slowly he dragged himself back before pressing in. The lube made everything so smooth. His cock inside your bum felt incredible. Better than fingers. More full. You could really feel the stretch around as his dick. When he pushed in you whined and pushed yourself back to meet him. It felt good.
Harry moved in and out slowly but he was moaning and choking out gasps. It was so pretty to see his cock inside of your last little hole. The final hole to defile. Just under your stuffed bum was your shiny pussy and he could see the tips of your fingers as you glided them on your clit. You were making deep grunts and noises that Harry hadn't really heard from you before. The sensation was totally new to you but you were clearly loving it with the way your juices were dripping down your inner thighs.
Since it was your first go at anal, Harry was steady in his movements. He wasn't going to pound into you like he really wanted. He'd fuck you in your ass slowly first before moving you on to some of the harder things he knew you'd love. Today he'd be gentle.
"Look a'that... my baby's little hole stretched out and taking me in like it was made for it," Harry groaned. It was so pretty, so lewd.
Harry kept his hands at your hips and held tight as he watched himself disappear into your hole slowly and then as he pulled back his cock was shiny with lube and twitching because he wanted to come so bad.
Your eyes were rolled into the back of your head and you felt drool dripping down your chin but you couldn't stop it. Your mouth was dropped open wide and you could only grunt and inhale sharp breaths at each plunge of his cock inside of you.
The feeling was a lot like being fucked in your pussy but it was different at the same time. It felt fuller than even when he would stuff your cunt. He was hitting something that made you dizzy and tingle from your low back to your toenails. Your clit was being stroked by your hands too and it all felt so perfect. You'd ask for this again and again, you knew it.
When you couldn't stop the orgasm from taking over your body Harry leaned over your back and grasped onto your neck to angle your head up so he could put his lips at your temple. He felt you trembling and your groan was low and continued to increase in volume. He knew you were feeling it and he wanted to thrust his cock into you slowly as you spasmed around him, clenching his cock and shivering from your bliss.
"That's it baby... fucking squeezing the fuck out of me like this. Fuck!" Harry began to quiver as his own orgasm started to pull upward from his balls and into his cock, shooting out into your bum. He coughed out a loud moan and rutted into you deep as he still his hips and spurted into you with his release.
Your orgasm continued, though. Your moaning did not stop and Harry could still feel your fingers at your clit with the way the tips of your pads were brushing over his balls. He panted as he let you pulse around him and tremble. He kissed your cheek and your hairline as he rolled into you slowly, finally your body allowing you to come down once the shock of your orgasm wore off.
When you started to regain control of your limbs Harry let go of your neck and sat back to look down at your stuffed hole as he gently and slowly pulled out. You winced and groaned at the feel and the burn of his cock being dragged out.
He squeezed your bottom and kissed each cheek before pushing them apart and watched his come drip down from your bum and cover your pussy. It was Harry's favorite view of you yet.
"Thank you, Daddy. You were so nice to me fucking me so soft," you turned your head to look back at him.
Harry grinned at you and chuckled, "You liked that didn't you? You are my sweet, dirty, little girl, baby. Next time I won't be so soft."
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A/n: You wanted a blurb? SORRY! LOL! Got carried away babe! This is a bit more than a blurb. Happy New Year to everyone! Hope your parties are just as fun as this one 💦 3.4k words
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New Year's Eve had always been a fun little thing that your mother loved to celebrate, maybe more than any other holiday. She always planned well in advance, inviting dozens of guests, warning the neighbors that it was going to be loud and bribing them with her famous tiramisu, having food catered in, decorations, champagne, noise makers...
You were dressed in your little red, sequin dress with a low back and black heels, hair smoothed and waved, red lips, and lots of butterflies in your tummy. You didn't know how tonight was going to go down. Harry would probably kiss your mom at midnight - that was a given actually. You were used to that, though. What had you feeling the fluttery nerves in your tummy was what Harry was going to do with himself.
The moment he saw you in your little red number he let out an audible scoff that even your mother noticed, "She's gorgeous isn't she, Harry?" Your mom poked her elbow at her husband and winked at you.
She truly just had no idea. But you'd also gotten used to pushing the guilt down so deep it almost didn't even bother you anymore. Almost.
As the guests began to arrive, everyone was handed a drink and ate snacks, and gathered in small groups to chat. The music playing over the speakers was nice and chill. The atmosphere was really relaxed and exciting all at once.
You invited a couple of your girlfriends and they were dressed just as cute as you. Cassidy was somewhat aware of how you felt about Harry. Well, actually she wasn't really aware. She only knew that you found him attractive. She had no idea of your secret. No one did.
"He's so fucking fine. How do you survive listening to him fuck your mom?" She laughed into her red solo cup. She was already half in the bag.
You rolled your eyes and made a gagging noise, acting as if you were grossed out by anything to do with Harry and sex, "Gross! Cas, you're nasty. I don't think of him like that."
She scoffed and shook her head, "I know you think he's hot. You told me. Don't lie."
You shrugged, "Not anymore really. Now he's just my stepdad. I don't think of him that way."
But you could feel his eyes on you all night. You even had to take your pointer finger and make a slicing gesture across your neck to tell him to cut it out. He was going to get himself caught. He wasn't being sly.
It had you a bit worried in fact. So your butterflies were warranted. Harry was being a bit too obvious.
One of Harry's friends, LJ, was also eyeing you. But you didn't like his attention. Not one bit. The guy was ogling you and he kept coming up to you and very openly flirted with you a good handful of times before Harry had had enough and he interrupted one such moment.
"That's enough, mate. That's my stepdaughter..." Harry had placed a palm on the man's shoulder to pull him back a few inches.
You watched on as LJ and Harry went back and forth, "No worries, dude. She's an adult. Right?" He looked at you with brows raised.
You shrugged but looked at Harry with pleading eyes. You wanted LJ to fuck off.
"Nah, let's go, man. Anyone but her..." Harry pulled LJ along and LJ turned back to you as he stumbled in step with Harry and waved at you, but the look on his face was a promise that he'd return.
Your mom was ER doctor, but her true calling was a party planner and host. She threw the best parties. She always had everything perfectly organized and planned out. Anything that went wrong, she took care of by improvising or adapting to doing something a little differently.
So, when one of the drunk guests fell into a table and knocked all of the drinks, cups, and liquor bottles to the ground, your mom had already bought extra liquor and mixers. She immediately got into host most and pointed to you and Harry, "In the basement, bring up the boxes labeled NYE Backup. There are seven of them."
You and Harry quickly went into the house and you kicked your heels off the moment you walked into the kitchen so you could more easily go up and down the stairs. This would likely involve more than one trip.
Harry led the way to the basement and just as you thought he'd do, he pulled you into his arms when you were both hidden away from any eyes that might see.
He groped your ass and then brought a hand up to your chin, holding your jaw, "Why are you wearing this? Trying to make me lose my mind? I've gotta fuckin' fight all my friends to stay away from you," he asked you with his face close to yours. The stance he had over you was possessive and animalistic.
You chuckled and grasped Harry's forearm that held your jaw, "Just for you, Daddy. Thought you'd like it."
Harry pressed his mouth to yours and moved his hands down again. He slid his fingers to your thighs and slowly moved the hem of your dress upward. He began moving you back toward the wall until you felt the cool, flat surface against your back.
Harry broke from the kiss and backed away enough so he could take a look at your panties. He was always obsessed with seeing what panties you had on no matter what you were wearing. You wore something that wouldn't show panty lines. a red and thin lacy thong.
Harry opened his mouth and smoothed his hands over your hips, his thumbs dragging the material down a little. He pushed your dress up further and brushed his fingers over your tummy and ducked down to kiss your belly button which made you laugh because the scruff on his face tickled a bit.
"S'mine..." he spoke against your belly as he settled onto the floor to his knees. His lips made their way down over your panties until he kissed right over the crotch of your panties. His hands pushed your thighs apart and for a moment, you forgot that you had a task to do and your mom's drill sergeant was about to come out if she didn't see you two back upstairs soon.
You leaned your head back to the wall and nodded, "Yours, Daddy."
Harry groaned and pinched the inside of your right thigh as he lifted your left leg and draped your thigh over his shoulder. He quickly pushed the material that was hiding your pussy away to the side and took one, wide and long lick upwards. He looked up at you with that devilish grin you loved before he took another long lick up, his tongue pressing into your labia before slurping your clit gently.
You gasped and put your hands into his hair just as he took his index and middle finger into your folds with his mouth wrapped around your sensitive button.
"Harry? Y/n?" Your mom's voice traveled down into the basement.
Harry quickly stood back up, straightening his clothes out and adjusting his dick as you moved your panties into place and slid your dress back down to cover your bottom.
You both looked at one another and laughed before bringing up the boxes. It did take a few trips. And on each one, Harry tried something but you slapped his hand away, "Mom is going to catch us. You need to stop!" But you couldn't stop the smile and the giggle when you warned him.
The backup liquor and mixers saved the party. Everyone got back to drinking and dancing and being loud. But now you were on edge after getting a little attention from Harry in the basement and your panties got progressively wetter through the night just thinking about his mouth on you. It also didn't help that he kept looking at you or when he'd get close enough he'd whisper into your ear so no one could hear or he'd graze his knuckles down your arm.
Harry didn't get too drunk, but he was feeling quite comfortable with himself. He was dancing and mingling, but he kept looking toward you throughout the night. But the only reason you noticed it was because you kept looking toward him. He was hot. And he wanted you bad, so you were in a state of constant horniness.
When the karaoke machine came out Harry was on it. Harry was a singer in a band. They were okay. It was mostly just for fun, but Harry was good. He took the microphone and put the song in.
When you first heard the music you weren't sure what the song was, but then you realized that it was Elvis. A Little Less Conversation. One of Harry's favorite songs.
Everyone laughed and cheered. It was quite ridiculous. Harry was just having fun, really getting into it. He was singing directly to one of his friends, Joe, touching his shoulders and swaying to the beat. It was a good show.
"He's hard not to stare at," Cassidy said as she leaned into you watching Harry sing the Elvis song. She had a smile on her face as she watched your stepdad sing and move around. Harry had his striped button-up shirt unbuttoned to just past his pecs and his sleeves pushed up to past his elbows, showcasing the tattoos on his forearms. Because of course, he did.
You looked around and realized most of the women were looking at Harry just like Cassidy was. You smiled because you knew Harry was yours at the end of the night. Well, mostly. You'd see how the night turned out once the guests left. Things were a bit more tricky when your mom was home.
Everyone who sang karaoke after Harry had a tough act to follow but it was fun to watch. You wouldn't dare get up and sing in front of anyone. You'd probably have the police called if you tried.
When the hour was closing in at midnight everyone had their champagne glasses and their partner. You and Cassidy stuck next to one another. You'd kiss her at midnight, just a peck.
Harry jumped up on a chair and started the countdown from 10. Your mom stood next to him and everyone watched Harry and counted down.
He shot you a look as the seconds ticked and then he jumped down from his chair and took your mom in his arms and kissed her just as you gave Cassidy a playful peck to her mouth at midnight.
Guests stayed well past midnight. You weren't sure what time they finally started leaving. Cassidy and Michaela planned to stay the night so they were already in your bed by the time you had finished clearing most things from the backyard with your mom and Harry and a few people who stayed to help.
Your mom snuck away before the last guests left and when it was just you and Harry he dragged you into the house and quietly into the basement.
"Your mom's in bed already. I think we need to finish what we started down here, don't you? Start the new year off right?" He had you pressed up against the wall again as he pushed his body against yours, trapping you between himself and the cold wall.
You leaned your head back and nodded with a smile, "I think so." You moved your hands over his chest and slid your fingers into the opening of his shirt, feeling his hard chest with hair scattered over his pecs. Harry's body was delicious.
Moving your hands down you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as quickly as you could. Harry moved your dress up above your hips to expose your panties again.
"Fuck, I need you. I always need you so bad, Y/n..." Harry moaned as you pulled him out of his pants. He was already hard and ready. Heavy in your hand.
Harry moved your panties to the side and pressed his mouth back onto yours as he slipped his fingers into your crease and circled your clit.
You stroked him with your palm, but it was dry, so you pushed at him a little and spit into your hand, keeping your eyes on his, and then lowered your hand back down to his gorgeous cock. The cock that you knew would soon be taking up all the space inside of your cunt.
You gasped when he pushed two fingers into your tight little hole.
You and Harry stood in the basement, against the wall, watching each other as you got fingered and he got a hand job.
You both began to pant softly as it got more heated. Harry's fingers were long and worked you better than anyone else's.
"My hand is drenched. I think this pussy is ready for my cock now," Harry spoke through his teeth. His tip was leaking just the tiniest bit, his precum letting you know he was aching in your hand.
Harry removed his hand and pushed his pants all the way down and then he grabbed the back of your thighs and bent at the knees as he lifted you upward, your back still to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Harry guided his thick, hard cock into your sopping hole. You both let out a moan that was louder than it should have been.
"Fuck... that's all I needed..." Harry moaned as he felt you lather his cock in arousal, your walls pressing all around him.
"Mmmm... me too, Daddy..." you put your arms over his shoulders for leverage as he began to press upward into you deeper. Harry couldn't pull out too much, but with your back pressed into the wall, he could bend down a little and move himself in and out a few inches, but mostly, he stayed deep inside of you, fucking upward.
Harry had his hands squeezing your ass as he thrusted and you kept your legs locked around his waist so you wouldn't fall.
"Oh my god! Fuck, you’re so deep!" You grunted at his harsh plunges.
Harry put his mouth to yours to keep you quiet because your moans and yelps were too loud. His tongue swirled over your tongue and he licked at your lips and your mouth as he panted his breaths in between.
Harry began to pound into you harder as you fucked yourself down over his cock, moving your hips as much as you could. He kept his mouth over yours but the sound of your back against the wall as he rutted into you was thudding in time with his thrusts.
Harry's cock was throbbing inside of you and he moaned against your mouth as his jaw went slack. He was about to come.
"Come inside of me, Daddy. Fill me up..." you whispered as you pulled at his hair and Harry began to tremble.
"What do you need, baby? Want your clit rubbed? Can you reach?" Harry's words were breathy and tight.
You actually couldn't reach because of the angle and you were worried that if you let go with one of your arms you might lose your balance.
"I don't think I can. But that's okay..."
Harry grunted and moved his hands to your thighs and put your feet onto the floor before pulling out, his heavy cock swaying and shiny.
"Get on your hands and knees. I'll fuck you doggy and you rub that sweet little clit," Harry moved you so you were bending downward.
You got to your hands and knees, knowing you'd have carpet burn afterward, but it'd be worth it.
Harry got in right behind you and softly palmed over your bottom and leaned over your back, "Need to keep quiet, okay?"
You nodded and spread your thighs for him as you started to rub your clit.
Harry impaled you quickly and the feel of his cock parting your soft inner walls and the noise it made when his hips met your ass was so sexy.
Harry's pace was better like this. He could really fuck you in this position. You ran your fingers over your clit as Harry's cock glided in and then backed out to his crown, before pushing back in, reaching that one spot, deep inside, his tip and the swollen frenulum dragging over it and making you see stars each time.
It was like Harry's cock was made for your pussy. Curved perfectly to reach and rub into the magic area that had your toes curling and your pussy creaming over him with how good it felt.
Things only got wetter as Harry went harder. He was tempted to spank your round ass but he resisted because the sound of a palm landing on soft flesh could be a bit loud at times. And besides, his skin and balls slapping against you each time he rocked inward were loud enough. But those noises couldn't be helped. The sound of two people fucking would be enough of a giveaway. Having the sound of him spanking you, which would probably make you yelp was not wise.
Harry began to tremble behind you again, his long cock slicking into you and punching you deep in your tummy. You sped up the speed of your fingers and groaned when Harry's hips rocked into you so hard you were being knocked forward.
"M'gonna come, baby. Come on Daddy's cock. Come on... Need to see your cream all over it. Oooohh..." he let out a low and quiet moan and gasp when you started to quiver and moan.
You bit your lip to keep your noises down because your orgasm was about to take you out. You'd been on edge and pent up all night, which only meant your orgasm was going to wreck you.
Harry shifted deep into you and he grasped your hips. You felt him lean over your body as he fucked inward, inward, deeper, deeper, never moving his cock out as his tip was smashed into your magic spot, smoothing over it and pressing into it, never letting up contact.
You lost it. You did your best not to make a peep but you shook and your ears rang, your heart pounded harshly as your orgasm took over. You creamed over his cock, just like he wanted and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned over your body.
Harry gasped and stilled his hips as he released inside of you, deep into your guts. You felt drool hit the top of your shoulder blades as Harry's mouth was hanging open in ecstasy. He couldn't help it. You made his mouth water and his orgasm burst into you and took over all of his senses. He groaned quietly as he unloaded himself into you, coating you with his sperm.
It was a lot. You both came hard. His come began to drip out of you before he'd even pulled out. You were both still a little shaky when he finally did pull out and you heard him laugh as he slipped his fingers through your folds to scoop up his come. He put his arm around your body and you saw his finger in front of your face.
"Suck," he said in a dark voice.
You wrapped your lips around his finger and sucked his still-warm come into your mouth and swallowed it down with a gulp.
"Good girl."
You both got up, wobbly and breathless and smiling. Harry brought you in for another kiss as he pulled your dress down to cover your body.
"Happy New Year, baby. I love you." Harry kissed you deeply and you slung your arms over his shoulders and made out like teenagers. You could probably have gone another round but it was best to get back to your respective rooms before anyone caught you. "Happy New Year, Daddy," you smiled at the man and he pinched your cheek with a grin before you both headed upstairs and went your separate ways for the night.
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i dunno if i missed but have you ever written anything exploring how was stepdadrry and yn's first encounter? like her mom bringing him home and yn being 😶🤯🥸 and harry being 😌🤫😈😈! it would be fun to read
A/n: Thanks for the idea anon and sorry this took me so long to get to! chipping away at these requests slowly! Hope you enjoy! 2k words
Warning: Stepdad!harry being inappropriate, inappropriate thoughts, light smut, guilt
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The first time you met Harry your mom had been dating him for a few months already. You had very little information about him. You didn't care too much really. Not that you didn't care about who your mom dated, but most of the guys you never met.
But you definitely got to meet Harry.
When he rang the doorbell, your mom was in the kitchen finishing up dinner. She'd made lasagna and her special tiramisu dessert which was your favorite. You kind of wondered if she was trying to butter you up or something. Or perhaps this Harry guy just liked the same things you did.
"Will you grab that, hon? Thanks!" Your mom shouted from the kitchen.
You pulled the front door open and what you saw was not what you expected. There was no way this was Harry.
"Hi. I'm, Harry," he stuck his hand out to you to shake.
So this was Harry.
You reached your hand out and smiled, "I'm, Y/n."
You just stood there with your hand in his for a moment. Looking at the incredibly attractive and young man your mom was dating. He was dressed casually and his hair was dark with thick curls. He had light eyes and a handsome face...
You gulped and suddenly your mom was behind you, her hands on your shoulders, "This is Harry!"
She squeezed at you and then moved herself to grab Harry and pulled him in for a hug, "Thank you for coming."
You stood with your mouth dropped open like an idiot. Still trying to wrap your mind around this moment. Your mom was gorgeous, but she was quite a bit older than Harry. Harry couldn't have been more than five years your senior. But that meant he was a good decade or more younger than your mom.
Setting the table, you listened to your mom and Harry flirt and laugh in the living room. You were feeling strange about the whole thing, especially with how attractive Harry was. It made you feel differently about your mom even, but you couldn't quite place your finger on what it made you feel. Was it jealousy? Were you impressed by it? Were you grossed out? Maybe all of the above?
Harry was polite and he was good at holding a conversation. He kept looking at you and smiling, quirking one side of his mouth up and it made you feel warm. His smile was nice.
"So, where did you two meet again?" You raised your brow and looked from your mom to Harry.
Your mom sat her fork down and put her hand down under the table, probably on Harry's lap as she looked at him, "At a bar. Harry was playing a gig with his band and afterward, I went up to him to chat and tell him how good I thought he was, and well, the rest is history."
Harry smiled at you as your mom spoke about they met. There was something in the way his eyes traveled over your face that confused you a little. Made you feel light headed.
"So you're in a band?" You questioned and stuffed a forkful of food into your mouth.
"Yeah. Just a little fun thing. We do shows here and there. Not really that good to be honest," he laughed and looked over at your mom.
"He's being humble. His band is good," your mom smiled at Harry and they leaned in to kiss. You turned away.
The three of you cleaned up the kitchen together. It was actually nice to have an extra set of hands to help clean up. It made things go a lot faster.
Plus, you kind of liked the eye candy. Even though he was not yours to look at, you couldn't help it. You felt especially bold as well because he was noticing you too. He didn't do anything inappropriate but you were aware of the look. When your gazes would meet, Harry would grin and keep his eyes on yours for a beat too long.
And somehow, deep down, it pleased you. You were the younger, hotter version of the woman he was dating. You looked nearly identical to your mom so it wouldn't surprise you that Harry might find you attractive.
Harry and your mom settled onto the couch with some movie playing and you called your friend and went to the backyard. You needed some air. Harry's eyes on you were intense and that smile... you needed to clear your mind.
Your conversation with Cassidy did help you get your mind off what was going on inside your house.
But you couldn't help it when you finally brought him up, "My mom's boyfriend is closer to my age than hers."
Cassidy was invested in hearing all about the hot mystery man. You began to joke around and kept turning to make sure no one was coming to join you in the backyard. You didn't want your mom or Harry to hear what you were saying about him.
"God, I know, Cas. Maybe I'll try to sneak a picture and send it to you so you can understand my turmoil."
You both laughed.
"Plus, I can tell he's like... packing. The front of his jeans have this like, bulge and I kept looking at it while we were cleaning up. I couldn't stop it and I know he saw me! Ugh... I hate this too. Because that means he and my mom... I don't want to finish that sentence!"
You could hear Cassidy laughing through the receiver but then you jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder and a deep voice in your ear, "You don't want to finish saying what?"
You turned and saw Harry standing behind you. You squeezed your eyes closed and cringed, "Uh, I gotta go, Cas."
You disconnected the call and Harry let go of your shoulder. You couldn't make eye contact with him. You were too embarrassed.
Harry walked toward the pool and looked around the yard casually and then turned back toward you, his hands on his hips, "Tell me, Y/n. What is it that you think I'm packing? Hmmm?" A smirk on his face.
He walked closer to you and lowered his voice, "Tell me."
You huffed out a breath and looked down at your feet and shook your head, "No! You weren't supposed to hear me."
Harry laughed and his knuckles brushed over your wrist as he walked to your other side, like a predator circling his prey, "I did catch you looking. You're right about that. That was very naughty of you."
You looked up at his face and frowned. You were totally busted.
"Don't look so sad. It's only natural when two adults recognize there's an attraction," he was still wearing that damn cocky smirk. You swallowed and looked toward the house.
"Your mom is getting the dessert ready. Should probably go back in now, don't you think? Or did you need more time to ogle my package?" He snickered as he walked back into the house.
The fucker.
Dessert was awkward. You only wanted to go to your room and forget the day ever happened. Harry was definitely on to you but he'd also sort of admitted to finding you attractive in return. It was confusing and exciting. But wrong. So wrong.
The moment you finished your plate, you excused yourself.
You kept yourself locked away in your room. You could hear your mom and Harry laughing and talking but you couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. You felt like you couldn't relax or settle as long as he was in the house. Your heart was pounding and his deep voice with that damn British accent was sending chills down your spine even though he was in the living room and you were in your bedroom.
Eventually, things got quiet. You finally decided to leave your bedroom so you could wash your face and brush your teeth. But that's when you heard it.
Your mom's bedroom door was closed but there was a light coming from under the crack at the bottom. Harry was in there with her. You could hear his voice, but they weren't having a conversation. The rhythmic sound of the bed moving was unmistakable.
You ran back into your room and slammed the door closed, your chest heaving. You did not want to hear that and you did not want to think of Harry and your mom... nope...
You turned on your radio and increased the volume so you wouldn't hear anything else.
Once again, you weren't sure how you should feel about it all. You hated yourself for finding him so attractive and you were a bit curious as to what he was like intimately. But your mom was the one who was getting to have that, not you.
And the worst part was that you were slightly turned on. Not to the image of your mother, no you shoved that thought far down and away from any corner of your mind, but just the idea that Harry was in the room down the hall with his broad shoulders and muscled arms, that deep voice, and what is probably a big dick getting off. You were in serious trouble with your thoughts.
You climbed under your covers and heard a thud and then another. You decided to pretend it was you under Harry. That his attention was on you, his hands, his mouth...
It was the dirtiest you'd ever felt. Embarrassing. Shameful. A secret you'd take with you to your grave as you rubbed yourself to the image of your mom's boyfriend doing to you whatever it was he was doing to her.
Those dark curls getting sweaty as he fucked himself into you, those big palms on your tits, on your neck... Maybe he'd spank you. His eyes were on yours as he penetrated your virgin body for the first time. He'd feel how tight and wet you could get for him.
He'd groan and bite his lip to keep quiet so your mom couldn't hear.
You gasped when you imagined how deep he'd get and much he'd stretch you out. His lips on yours. His hands in your hair. Your fingers in his. Your body being rocked up and down with each of his deep thrusts...
Your orgasm was shameful. It felt delicious but so bitter. You swallowed your moan and felt disgusting.
And now you were a mess and needed to go to the bathroom to clean yourself. Despite not wanting to hear anything. But there was no choice.
You rushed to the bathroom and cleaned yourself up, washed your face, and brushed your teeth. You suspected they were done doing whatever because it was quiet again.
When you opened the bathroom door Harry was leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom. That damn smirk on his face. You gasped and paused as he stepped in toward you.
"This is cute," he pulled at the hem of your t-shirt and you couldn't respond as you kept your eyes on his.
"So is this," he brought a hand up to your bottom lip and pinched it between his fingers, "pink and puffy... was all I could think of just now. Call me perverted but this is what I got off to. Just imagining these lips... Mmmm..." Harry tucked his lips into his mouth and let go of your lip before walking past you and closing the door to the bathroom behind him.
You stood like a statue in the hallway. Unmoving, unbreathing, unblinking. Had that really just happened? Did he just say he thought of your mouth while he...?
You shook your head and just before you could step past the threshold of your door your mom popped her head out of her room, "Hey... uh... Harry's gonna stay the night. Is that okay with you?"
You were still too stunned to use actual words so you just shrugged your shoulders and nodded before closing your door behind you. Safe in your room away from your mom's eyes. From her scrutiny. Could she see how flustered you were? How fucked you were?
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just found out I have covid (again!) so I’m here to ask for some stepdad!H to get me through my isolation week, if not I completely understand and am sending my love always!
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This one is based off this anon request: Can I have soft sex with stepdad harry? Please? Pretty please ? I'm begging you. Im a Sucker for your stepdad au and I want some a sweet and soft harry. PLEASE ?🥺😭 3k words
Warning: Smut, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter (DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT INTO IT), cheating
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You were feeling a bit sad. Your period was due any minute, you were very bloated and sensitive emotionally, and now putting your bra on was a pain - a literal pain. Your breasts were a bit swollen and it was uncomfortable putting your bra on. It was frustrating. You were just sad and frustrated and emotional and puffy.
Then to top it off your mom had invited a friend over for dinner so you felt like going without a bra just wasn’t an option, even if it would have felt so much better. A guest also meant being sort of social and of all days, today you were not at your best and thinking of what to talk about and having to answer questions about yourself (everyone your mom's age always seemed to ask you a million questions about college and what your future plans are).
You slid your dress on over your head. At least the dress was comfortable and was one of your favorites. You stared at your reflection in the mirror and talked yourself up then sighed, here we go.
In the living room Harry and your mom were sat on the couch and your mom’s friend Cheryl was on the loveseat. They were laughing about something and you forced a smile as you joined them, sitting on the end of the couch.
Conversation went just as expected. Cheryl asked about your major and then what your plans were for when you graduate. Then she asked the one question that should be banned from all casual discussions; if you have a boyfriend.
You stayed polite and answered the questions but were relieved when Harry interrupted you before you could answer the boyfriend question. He changed the subject entirely and moved the spotlight off of you. You were definitely giving him heart eye after that. He could tell you were not feeling very well.
Dinner was actually very good. You were hungry and your mom and Harry made a really good meal that made the whole boyfriend interaction with Cheryl worth it.
But once you put the plates away you waved at your mom and Harry and said you were tired and so you were just gonna turn in for the night. You said goodbye to Cheryl and the moment your foot hit the stairs to head to your room and everyone was out of sight, you pulled your dress off over your head and then immediately plucked at the back of your bra and popped it off with a sigh of relief.
In your room with your door closed you put a t-shirt on and then laid onto your back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling.
You were woken up to a knock at your door, “Yes?” you spoke in a groggy voice.
“Hey, Cheryl and I are going out for some drinks and to have girl chat. You okay? You seemed a little sad at dinner,” your mom moved into the room and sat at the edge of your bed.
“I’m okay. Just PMS a little. Tired and grumpy,” you said as you turned your head to watch your mom as you stayed on your back.
“Awww, well, I have some Pamprin if you need it. It’s in the master bathroom, second drawer by the wall. Okay? Do you need anything else before I head out?”
You shook your head and your mom leaned down to give you a kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone in your room.
The moment she closed the door you began to cry. Because it was so overwhelming to have her being sweet to you when you were worth nothing more than the dirt on the bottom of her shoes. You were scum. Worse than scum.
You rolled to your side and let your tears pour out. You needed a good cry. Not only were you emotional because your period was coming, but you truly felt deep guilt for the things you were doing with Harry behind your mom’s back.
Not long after your mom had left the house grew quiet at her absence. And just like you knew it would happen, Harry came into your room.
“Not tonight, Harry,” you croaked as you wiped your face and tried to hide that you were crying.
He didn’t respond but you felt the bed dip behind you when he sat down, “Hey, are you okay?”
You sniffed and opened your eyes to see the dark sky and moonlight shining into your window, illuminating your bedroom.
“I just feel so off. I think my period is going to start soon and I’m pretty sensitive today. I just need to sleep.”
It was quiet for a moment but you knew Harry was still there because the bed hadn’t shifted under his movement to get up. That’s when you felt his palm on your back, slowly rubbing up and down your spine.
“That’s okay. I can be here for you too, you know. If you want. Maybe I can just hold you until you fall asleep?” Harry’s voice was soft.
You turned your body to finally get a look at him in the dark on your bed, “Yeah. Okay,” you nodded.
Harry moved deeper onto the bed and laid next to you before pushing one of his arms under you and then pulled you into his chest so your face was against his shirt and you could smell his cologne.
It was comforting and warm. Harry’s slow breaths in and out, the shallow rise and fall of his chest had you lulling off to sleep quickly.
When you woke up you were still in Harry’s arms, pressed against his body. It was a feeling that you adored. You hated that you liked it so much, but you couldn’t help it.
It seemed that Harry was asleep. His breaths were light and his limbs were heavy. You tilted your head back to look up toward him, not that you’d be able to see much in the dark but you certainly would try. You wiggled an arm upward and put a hand on his face, slowly running your fingers over his scruff.
“Hmmm…” Harry groaned sleepily.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered.
“How do you feel?” Harry’s eyes finally opened as he spoke.
"A little better right now," and you were telling the truth. It really did feel good to be in Harry's arms. You rarely got to lie with him like this.
Harry shifted a bit and you felt his palm move over your thigh. He pulled your leg up over his hip and continued smoothing his hand on your skin. It felt nice to be like this with him; quiet and slow.
You still had your hands in between his body and yours and you were rubbing them over his shirt covered chest. You loved having your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles he worked hard for under his skin, so you lowered your hands to underneath his shirt and brought your flat hands upwards on his warm skin.
"Y'like touching my chest don't you, baby? I like when you touch me," he spoke softly.
"I do. Wish I could whenever I wanted," you let your fingertips lightly graze over his nipples and kept your eyes on his.
Harry's arm underneath your body was trapped but the hand he had smoothing over the skin on your bare thigh slowly dragged upward to your hip and then under your t-shirt. He rubbed your back gently and slowly.
Having his hands on your skin was doing things to you. Before you'd fallen asleep you weren't in the mood at all, but now you certainly were. You wiggled your hips and adjusted yourself so your center was pushed into Harry's. He was still wearing his pants. So you moved a hand downward toward his button and you kept your eyes on his.
Harry let out a soft laugh, "Want my pants off?"
You nodded, "Yeah."
Harry removed himself from you and sat up so he could undo his pants and he pulled them off his legs. You sat up and placed your hands on the tops of his thighs and moved them upward to the bottom hem of his boxer-briefs and Harry grasped your wrists, "What are you doing? I thought you just wanted rest?"
You furrowed your brow and opened your mouth to speak but couldn't find what you wanted to say. You were still frustrated and you knew that you wanted him inside of you but it felt like a lot to ask in that moment. You huffed and pouted.
"Is this what you want?" Harry spoke as he moved one of your hands upward over his crotch where you could feel him thickening underneath. His other hand he slide up your thigh and to the edge of your panties where he dragged his thumb along the elastic but not touching your warm center like you hoped.
You nodded and licked your lips, "Please."
Harry smiled and cocked his head to the side as he brought his hands up to your panties waistband to pull them down your hips and off your legs.
He gently nudged at you to lie down and he spread your legs, all in silence. When you noticed he was about to put his mouth onto your pussy you sat up, "Wait! I'm about to start my period, Harry. What if I'm bleeding a little?" You bit your lip.
Harry shook his head, "Do you really think that would stop me?" He put a finger through your labia and you were already slick for him. He rubbed over your clit and you keened when he hit that spot that worked so well for you.
"Look at that... you're already soaked and you're all swollen too, honey. Bet it's achy huh?"
You nodded, "But just... I want you inside of me. I need to feel really full right now and..." your breaths picked up when Harry didn't let up with his gesture over you clit, "... please."
Harry wouldn't say no, but he really did want to eat you out. He leaned over you and put his hands at the bottom of your t-shirt and lifted the material over your head. His warm palms massaged your tender breasts and you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt him squeeze.
"So tender. Poor baby. I'll be gentle," He spoke as he watched you and leaned in wrap his mouth around your left tit. Your nipples were already hard and his tongue darted around your pebbled skin and then he sucked at you. Moving to your right breast he palmed over your wetted one and rolled your nipple softly between his fingers as he sucked on the one in his mouth.
You moaned loud and bucked upward. You felt a storm of lust and need building in your tummy. You lifted your hips upward again and Harry released your nipple from his mouth with a laugh.
"Need Daddy's cock right now little one? Need me to make you feel good?" Harry pulled his briefs down his legs and then quickly put his hands back on your sore breasts.
You nodded, "Yes!"
"How do you want it? What feels best for you right now?" He was serious. He wanted to make sure you got whatever you wanted. Normally he'd take you how he wanted but right now you were sensitive and achy and needed special attention.
You laid back onto the soft bed and spread yourself, "Just like this. But slow, and soft. And deep inside of me so I feel you all the way up here," you slid your hand up your tummy to your belly button.
Harry groaned and put himself in between your legs and his cock was rock hard already. He loved feeling you around him. He'd never get tired of it. He'd never not want you.
With his eyes on yours and one hand holding his shaft, he nudged his tip to your entrance and slowly began penetrating your sensitive hole. You both moaned and gasped when he got past your tight opening. The initial plunge inward was always so tight but once his wide head was past your entry it was easier to glide into and out.
Your knees were bent, feet flat on the mattress, thighs spread wide as Harry worked himself into you slowly, in and out, and back in until he was pushed as deep as he could possibly go.
He kept a nice slow, languid pace, but he did pull back all the way so his tip was nearly out and then he'd slowly push back into you repeatedly. The way his thick cock traveled inside of you and stretched you when he pushed in, his tip grazing your g-spot each time he pulled out and pressed back in, you were moaning constantly from the pleasure he'd built in you.
"You need Daddy's cock so bad don't you?" Harry cooed at you as you whimpered at the slow, divine pace. You nodded and mumbled nonsense in response.
"I know, baby. I know. Gonna make you come on me and it'll help relieve that ache in your tummy, okay? Just let me take care of my girl," Harry spoke quietly and breathily. His own needs were being met as well. With you. Not just your pussy around him, slippery and tight, but with your coos and your eye contact. Your presence, your hands on him. He needed all of you.
The slow thrusts upward and his pelvis pressing into your clit had you quivering in lust. He felt so good inside of you, on top of you. His breathy moans meant something to you too. You loved that you made him feel good. You could tell he needed it too.
You grew wetter and wetter the more minutes that went on. With Harry's gently rocking into you it would take longer to orgasm, but you knew when you did, it would be explosive. Your bottom was wet with your arousal and Harry's long cock dipping into and out of your creamy cunt was hitting everything right.
Your bed barely moved under you, Harry's languid thrusts were so slow, but the noise of your wetness being fucked into and heavy breaths falling from your mouths filled your bedroom.
"Daddy!" You yelped when Harry thrusted in a little harder. He hadn't meant to do it but he was feeling so good and his orgasm was just around the corner so his motions became a little more irratic.
"Sorry baby. You just feel so fucking good. Gonna come on daddy's cock baby?" Harry gritted his teeth and grunted his words.
You smiled and nodded and Harry's slow thrusts became slightly faster, dipping in a little harder and deeper. The bed began to creak now as you both rounded the edge of your eventual highs.
"Such a good girl for Daddy. Taking his big cock with a smile. Baby I love you..." Harry paused his motions and he lifted himself a few inches and you saw the look on his face. He hadn't meant to say that.
Your own mouth dropped open and you smiled at him as you gasped your response, "Daddy I love you too!"
Harry panted and then dipped down to kiss your mouth and he picked up his cadence again, making the bed squeak and the springs bounce a little now.
He kept his mouth over yours and he grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers as he continued fucking into you.
You opened your mouth for his tongue and you felt your heart swell and your pussy began to flutter around his large dick. Your orgasm was blinding. You gasped and moaned into Harry's mouth when you started to come and Harry finally felt that was his permission to really fuck into you faster, harder.
With the slick sounds of your hole being penetrated repeatedly and the bed squeaking under you Harry finally released into your tender and puffy pussy, allowing himself to completely fill you up. He pushed into you deeply and with his final pump of come of he stilled his hips and his breath was heavy, deep.
He backed away from the kiss and looked down at your face. He could feel how you'd soaked his entire groin area. His pubic hair, his balls, drenched.
With his hands still holding yours he brought one up and kissed the back of your knuckles, "I mean it. I love you. Was that okay?"
You watched him kiss over your knuckles and with a sigh and your heart hammering in your chest you responded, "Yes. And I meant it too. I love you. I love you, Harry."
As much as you both wanted to lie together and fall asleep wrapped up in one another, you couldn't. You understood why he couldn't stay in your room. You drifted off to sleep with smile on your face and relief in your body.
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