"nah, what the fuck is thisâ big bad wolf bullshit?" you can hear matt's voice falter for a second, your bare knees digging into the wood floor of his room. he decided to stream for a few hours tonight, both chris and nick away doing their own things.
for the first hour and a half matt just played some games until you got bored and snuck under his desk, his hand cupping your cheek to give it a light warning smack to whatever cheeky ideas that were brewing in your head.
deft hands slowly started tugging his sweatpants down, to which he just hummed and swiveled around gently in his chair for a second. settling back down, matt was leaning forwards a little to put some music on for the stream, shouting out names he was able to catch that were gifting.
he's fixing his headset and turning the music up a little, it's mainly just to hide any groans and sighs he lets out however. for a second, he steals a glance down at you to find you slowly lowering the hem of his boxers, and he responds by subtly lifting his hips.
matt didn't totally like this idea. one little mistake and the whole stream of.. fifteen thousand people would know what was going on, but he couldn't deny how painfully hard he was just by seeing you on your kneesâa little cramped under the small space of his desk.
when you free his length to find pre already dribbling from his slit, your thumb reaches up to thumb at his tip and spread the bead of pre made lube down his shaft. you don't miss the way his thighs tense, hips twitching up a little as you listen to the way he scolds the chat for telling him to react to edits and read fanfiction.
one hand rests on his thigh while the other jerks up and down slowly, twisting your wrist up at the top as you lean forward. parting your lips, you let some saliva drip down the length of his dick and don't miss the heavy sigh he lets out.
soon you're hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing your head gently up and down matt's cockâone hand threading through your hair and digging blunt nails into the back of your head. you can't see his faceâbut you can hear the way his voice trembles once in awhile and how heavy he's breathing.
your nose presses into his skin, dick shoved all the way down your throat and you gagâonly forcing matt to ball one of his hands up into a fist to pretened to cough because he was about this close to letting out a groan.
the noisy slurping and gagging noises of your mouth have him panicking for a second before he's quickly turning the volume of the music up, per chat's request and totally not because it put him just a little more at ease.
he keeps a hand casual over his mouth or on his face, pretending to cough or whatever. his other hand is leaving your headâfingers twitching to pull you off just so he can fuck your throat to his heart's content.
so far so good, right? the stream went pretty smoothly until you'd done something with your tongue and he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, and matt's head is tilting back against his gaming chair and a tortured groan is ripped from his lips.
oops?
notes. sorry if this has spelling mistakes / mistakes in general or anything doesn't make sense i am TIREDD... feel kinda insane w how good matt n chris looked on stream tho. anyways where the fuck did 75 followers come from? like? what??? thank u all i love u guys <3 know its not a lot but argghhb + i reached 100+ notes on a post like ugh <33
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âArenât you just precious?â The coo was quiet as fingers tapped her messy chin, slick with saliva- a result of his cock being pulled from her mouth- as she peered up at him with big eyes.
âWhining for my cock back in that pretty little mouth even still. I gave you plenty of time to suck on it. Sânot my fault youâre a cockslut with a bit of an oral fixation.â The dark chuckle made her cheeks burn hot as fingertips pressed against them, making her lips pout out as he observed her on her knees. There was no hiding how deeply he got to her. She couldnât get away with it even if she tried her absolute hardest. Sitting pretty with her eyes glazed over as she tried to catch her breath from being deprived from it. Heâd fucked her throat so well and she misses the feeling of it choking her. Yeah, her throat would hurt and her voice would be hoarse tomorrow as she answered calls at her desk, but it didnât matter. Her day would be fucked regardless because her brain would be wired to think about him, how she pleasured him and made him proud. The grunts and groans he let out mix with the filthy praises as his cock curved down her throat and his hand smoothed her hair back so he could see the tears on her cheeks.
âGod, look at you, baby . You really are gagging for it.â He hummed, using his grip to shake her head from side to side. The man knew what the manhandling did to her. âI could ask you to do anything for me right now in exchange for my cock and you would. I donât think Iâve ever met someone so hungry for dick in my life. itâs a good thing you found me, hm? I take such good care of you.â His hand released her face, cleaning up the mess on her chin before urging her up towards him.
âThatâs it- climb on my lap and give me a kiss.â His words softened her significantly, legs straddled over him as he dipped his hand under her panties to get a handful of her ass. Gentle kneading had her leaning further into him, the kiss slow and deep and all in his control. âThank you for letting me touch you, sweetheart. Youâre the perfect girl, hm? Never thought Iâd be this lucky.â His smile broke apart the kiss, letting him lean back onto the armchair. âIf youâre still needy, you can ride me right here. Nice and slow, use my cock to get off. Iâll take care of myself afterwards, but I think you deserve to do something fun for being so sweet.â
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Summary: Harry just wants to make his princess happy ORÂ The story of you and Harry, how you met, and all the rest.
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Word Count:Â 4,385
Warning: Smut, cock warming, exhibition kink (public), daddy kink, DDlg (consented and role play understood), dom/sub dynamic
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âPrincess? What are you doing?â Harry spoke calmly as he placed his hands on your hips while you balanced yourself on the counter to reach the tallest cupboard.
âI canât reach this high so I had to climb up here to get something.â
âAnd why didnât you ask me for help? Hmm?â He gripped you in his hands and pulled you down to the floor safely.
Youâd been caught red-handed. Well, sort of. You hadnât quite found what you were looking for before Harry noticed you climbing on the counter. It was the package of butter shortbread cookies with the strawberry jam and cream in the center that you were trying to find. Harry hid them from you because every time he brought home your little treats youâd ruin your appetite for dinner and so it was just easier for him to put them somewhere you couldnât find them.
Pouting you kicked your bare foot against your shin, âJust didnât want to bother you.â
Harry crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his bottom into the counter as he smirked at you, âOh is that so? And what were you looking for then?â
You shrugged and looked up at him with your sweetest softest eyes as you bit your lip. He knew what you were looking for. He didnât even need to ask.
Harry sighed and walked past you to the pantry and reached to the tall shelf pulling down your treats. You smiled widely and clasped your hands together, waiting patiently for him to dole out a few of them to you.
âYou donât have to sneak around, Princess. If you want a little treat Iâll give you a little treat. Just ask. But tell Daddy why he hides these from you. Want to make sure you remember.â
Nodding you responded, âCause Iâll eat the whole box. Then I wonât eat my dinner. And my tummy always hurts after.â
âThatâs right. Because youâre like a little puppy with no off switch when it comes to your treats. Youâd inhale the whole package if given the chance.â
âBut I just wanted one this time. Promise.â
âYou never just want one, Y/n,â he took your chin in his hand, âHow many do you want?â
âCan I have three?â
Harry smiled and let go of your chin as he reached into the package and pulled out four of your cookies, handing them to you. He always gave you an extra.
âThank you, Daddy!â You bit into the first one, the buttery crust of the cookie crumbling into the tart strawberry jam with the cream coating your tongue. âMmmmâŠâ
âYouâre welcome, Princess,â he leaned down to kiss your forehead, âDonât climb up on the counters like that anymore. Okay? Canât have you getting hurt over a $5 box of biscuits.â
You sighed and nodded as you chewed your next bite and then followed Harry up to his office where he was finishing work. When he sat down in his chair you sat in his lap and popped the next cookie into your mouth. Harry was used to you interrupting his work and sitting in his lap. He didnât mind it. In fact, he preferred having you in his lap as often as possible.
âDonât forget weâre going out tonight. I want you to wear that yellow dress I laid out for you on the bed. Okay?â
You crunched your bite and nodded as you leaned back into Harryâs chest and watched his computer screen as he did whatever it was. You didnât really even know exactly what he did for work. Something about trading money and buying and selling things or funds or⊠he tried explaining it to you a few times but it went over your head. All you knew was that he got to work from home and he made a lot of money.
Life was good with Harry. You never imagined youâd have it so good. You didnât have it easy when you were growing up. When you graduated high school you worked full-time so you could pay rent and buy food. You moved away from your dad the moment you had the chance. He was abusive and mean and he scared you.
So you didnât go to college because your priority was to get away from your dad which meant youâd need to pay rent for a place to live. But you struggled for a long time. You only made minimum wage and you had no friends or any other family to ask for help. Your dad saw to it that any friends you made didnât stick around.
And back then, even as hard as it had been working menial jobs and living in a rundown apartment barely scraping by, you were free from your dad. Sure things were expensive and you couldnât always buy groceries, but you could sleep at night knowing you were safe.
But everything changed for you when you got a job as a waitress at a swanky little downtown joint. High rollers wearing expensive watches and Italian shoes would come in with large wads of cash. And the best part was that the tips they left were very very generous.
In a way, it was your lucky break. You started making a living wage when tips were included in your check and you bought yourself a used car with cash. You were able to afford health insurance, a few nice outfits, and could finally have a refrigerator full of food.
It felt like you were living in the lap of luxury. You werenât, but youâd never felt such freedom in your life. Waitressing was a good gig for you. You were bubbly and nice and often remembered the names of your usuals. They loved it when you remembered their names.
One night, it was an extra busy shift and youâd been struggling to keep up a bit since two people had called in and you were running around every which way trying to make sure all your tables were well taken care of.
A group of four men were seated in your section and you greeted them but one of them could tell you were flustered. Taking their drink orders you scribbled on your notepad what they wanted when one of the men reached out to pull at your apron, âTake a breath, Y/n.â
You squinted your eyes at him when he said your name. You had a nametag of course, so it wasnât like some crazy thing that heâd know your name, but your guests didnât normally say your name to you unless they were regulars. And this man was not a regular.
âIâm serious. Take a deep breath, with me,â he kept his dazzling green eyes pinned to yours as he inhaled and you followed his lead, inhaling and then he exhaled, his breath falling from his pink lips. âSee? That wasnât bad, was it? Now, remember to keep breathing. Inhale, exhale.â
You smiled at the handsome man, âThank you.â
âMy nameâs Harry.â
You giggled pointed at your name tag, âY/n. As you know.â
âBeautiful name.â
Somehow Harry had made your busy and hectic night one of the best nights youâd ever had at the restaurant. He was so thoughtful and gentle with you. And he was handsome as hell. Tall and well built, nice hair, big handsâŠ
So when he showed up a week later you were out of your mind giddy because he was in your section. And his genuine warmth had you flushing hot and made you all exasperated and blubbering your words.
Only that second night, instead of just paying the tab and leaving with a wave goodbye he walked up to you and handed you his card as he softly dragged his fingers over your wrist, âWhenâs your next day off?â
âTomorrow,â you inhaled as you looked up at him.
âCall me tomorrow.â
So you did, obviously. And really the rest is history. Harry swept you off your feet and took such good care of you that now here you were two years later and still just as smitten with him as the day you met him.
. . .
You loved getting dressed up and going out with Harry, your big strong man who treated you like a princess. You were spoiled and doted on by him and when he took you out he was always so protective of you. Keeping your hand in his or his arm over your shoulder to hold you close.
He normally helped you pick your outfits too. You usually went with whatever he chose to make him happy. He liked having access to your skin so he could squeeze you and touch you which meant he liked you in short dresses and skirts the most. And anything that kept your shoulders bare so he could kiss them.
And depending on what kind of outing it was, heâd let you know if you were allowed to wear your panties or not. That was one decision you were not allowed to make.
Harry pulled out a pair of cotton panties with little hearts all over. Something that covered your bum in case the flimsy material of your short dress rose up.
âGotta keep your tush covered tonight, Princess,â he said as he pointed at the bed, gesturing for you to sit down so he could help you put your panties on.
âOkay, Daddy,â you bit your lip as Harry knelt down on the floor in front of you and lifted up one of your bare feet, sliding the opening upward and then repeating on your other leg.
He liked to make a show of how he did it. Slow and teasing. He brought the fabric up to just below your knees and ran his hands up your thighs as he kept his eyes on yours, âDoesnât mean Daddy wonât want to play with you, though. Pussyâs so good for me sâhard to resist. Maybe weâll have you in my lap again. Let you sit on my cock right in front of all your friends. And youâll be a good girl just like last time and keep quiet and not shift all around. Howâs that sound? Wanna warm Daddyâs cock tonight when the time is right?â
You nodded and grinned, âOh my god⊠I loved it when we did that so much. Love that no one knew except you, Daddy.â
By the time Harry had helped you into your panties, you were already slick from the dirty things he was saying to you and the way he was running his thumbs so close to your pussylips but just missing where you wanted to be touched.
You were meeting friends out for trivia night at the little pub that served the best pizza in town. Harry had his hand wrapped around yours as you both greeted everyone and sat at the booth with them all.
You werenât sure how it would be possible to cock warm Harry given how many people were smushed into the booth with you both but when he pulled you into his lap, grunting, âSânot enough room, get up in mâlap,â you understood he wasnât going to let you worry about all that. Harry was in charge. He would figure out how it would work. All you had to do was sit there, perched on his lap looking pretty.
He didnât make a move to undo his pants or adjust you at all, first just feeling everyone out as you sat with your plush bottom over his thighs and ordered your vodka lemonade.
When the cards were all passed out and the trivia questions began to pop up on the screen everyone had their teams ready. All your friends knew better than to ask which team you wanted to be on because they already knew your answer would be that you were on whatever team Harry was on.
Maybe it was a little pathetic but you honestly didnât care. He was the love of your life and your best friend. He loved you so much and treated you like you were the best thing thatâd ever happened to him and so of course you were going to choose to be with Harry. Even if it was just for a trivia game at a bar.
His big palm splayed across your bare thigh as he whispered into your ear, âI love you.â You wiggled into him and turned to whisper back, âLove you, Daddy.â
It was sickening to everyone around you but also kind of cute in a way. You two were that couple. PDA was part of the package deal if they wanted to hang out with you. The first six months everyone kind of laughed it off. They said you two would chill out once the honeymoon phase was over. But here you were nearly 2 years later and if anything you two were even more touchy-feely.
Trivia nights were once a month. Harry liked to make sure you were spending time with other people and not just him. He wanted you to have friends and get out as much as you could.
When the game started and the pizza was plated you felt Harryâs arm slide around the front of your waist as you wrote down the answer that was discussed between your team. You were always the one in charge of writing down the answers.
âTake it easy on that vodka lemonade, Princess. Need you to have your wits about you when we get home. Okay?â
You nodded and turned to whisper in his ear, cupping around the back of it so no one could read your lips, âWhen are you gonna stuff me with your big cock, Daddy? Want you inside of me.â
Harry grunted and pinched your thigh shushing at you before he gulped down the last of his water. Harry didnât drink when you two went out if he was driving. He let you drink but he didnât like to have any alcohol in his system if he was going to be behind the wheel.
When the game was nearly coming to an end and your team was winning the final round the final category was music, as usual. 30 seconds of a song you had to guess was played for 10 songs. You could double your points if you knew both the name of the artist and the name of the song.
This was the part of the night when the people were boozed up and laughing.
Mel, who was sitting to Harryâs left tapped his arm, âGotta go take a leak, mind if I scooch out?â
You and Harry had to move to let Mel out but when you both got back into the booth you scooted further in and realized Harryâs cock was solid under your bum. You leaned forward, putting your elbows onto the table, and felt Harry spread your skirt over his lap before he lifted his hips and the next song to guess came over the speakers.
You were distracted by Harryâs movements so you werenât taking note of the song at all until Gessie poked your wrist with her finger, âSo I think that was Bruce Springsteen. But whatâs the song?â She snapped her fingers and looked at the other person who was on your team. As the pair were discussing which song it could be you felt the warm, stiff flesh of Harryâs dick under your thigh and you lifted just a bit to blurt out the name of a song you thought of off the top of your head, âGlory Days?â
Your panties were pulled to the side before you felt Harryâs fingers slip through your puffy, wet folds and then he pulled at your hips to draw you back toward him, only this time instead of sitting on his lap, you slowly, slowly slid over his cock. Your skirt was covering him and everything happening underneath.
You sighed when you had him stuffed inside of you and he panted softly into your ear, âDonât wiggle around too much. Just sit still like a good girl.â
See, wiggling too much might have Harry coming. Itâd happened before. The first time you cock warmed him in public (yes, there were multiple occurrences) you were so turned on and flustered that you kept swaying back and forth and squeezing around him. And he tried holding you in place but the whole experience of doing something like that in public was new for both of you. You were both excited and it didnât help that you were pulsing around him and softly moaning.
When he came he had to act like youâd elbowed him in the gut when someone asked if he was okay. His pained expression and groan were easily played off as something rather innocent.
But Harry preferred coming inside of you only when it was an appropriate time. Usually in private but sometimes in the sex club you both frequented. You did have an exhibitionism kink so fucking at the sex club while others watched was welcome. But not at a local bar during trivia night.
When Mel returned you and Harry didnât need to move as he sat at the end. You struggled to write down the last few answers as you began to pant softly and felt the liquid from your pussy dribble down.
âIâm gonna get your pants all messy, Daddy. Iâm sorry.â
Harry rocked his hips up and you gasped as he adjusted your seating and pulled you closer, âItâs fine baby. Youâre doing so good for me.â
And as much as you loved the thrill of secretly cock warming Harry like you were, there was always the issue of parting. If anyone was sat too close theyâd see Harryâs cock in all its glory once you removed yourself from him. So you had to be careful about how it was done. Normally youâd order one last drink just as everyone else was paying their bill and getting ready to leave, that way when you two were the last to leave no one really wondered why since you still had a full drink to get through.
And thatâs what you did this time as well. Mel hung around for a bit and you just hoped he couldnât tell you were practically trembling from the way Harryâs cock was splitting you in half right in front of the guy as he yammered on about his job with Harry.
Your skin was hot and you were nearly drooling into your vodka lemonade at the way it felt.
You could tell Harry was at his wits end as well. Youâd feel him throb every now and then. The small grunts heâd let out were also a good signal that he was struggling just as much as you were.
The moment Mel slid out of the booth and waved goodbye Harryâs hand was up, motioning to the waiter to ask for the bill for you two. He held your hips and rocked upward a couple of times before he began to pull out of you, âNice and easy. Oop, stop right there,â he tightened a hand on your hip to keep you steady as he slid his pants up and kept your skirt covering the action.
You were a wobbly, sighing mess of a girl as he got you into his car and took you home.
âDaddyâs gonna take care of you baby. Gonna take away that achiness inside, yeah?â He spoke to you as you were pulled into the house before he lifted you up and carried you to the bed.
You were in a hurry. You needed him right then as you whined and began to pull at your panties but Harry swatted at your thigh, âLet Daddy do it. You just lie there and look pretty for me. My little Princess doesnât need to lift a finger.â
That was the norm. He preferred you to lay comfortably all spread out underneath him while he did all the work.
He loved the sight of you. Your skin was hot and your limbs were already shaking with need by the time he finally began to lick your pussy. Soft strokes with his tongue only got you even more worked up and had you whimpering and fussing about, âP⊠please! Daddy!!â
Harry grinned into your pussy, pushing his briefs down his muscled thighs, lips wrapped around your clit as you bucked up into him and pulled at his hair. You were a mess. You needed one thing and one thing only.
âDaddy I need your cock, now!! Iâm gonna die if I donât get it! Oh my god, youâre so mean!â
You felt puffs of air against your wet slit as he laughed and looked up at you, âYouâre going to die are you? Wow. That sounds like itâs bad, baby. Tell Daddy what he did that was mean,â he leaned over you, his strong arm reaching over your body to knead at your tits.
You pouted and lifted your head to look at him. You hadnât even realized heâd already removed his briefs so he was fully naked, cock thick and hard between his thighs, âYou⊠youâre not giving me your dick. And I need it.â
Another breathy laugh fell from his lips, âBut I was licking your pussy. Making sure you were ready for me, Princess. Canât just fuck my pretty girl without her little pussy hole being ready first now can I?â
You sniffled and kept the sad pout on your face so he knew you meant business.
Harry moved his hand up to your chin and squeezed your cheeks, âDonât pout. Daddy always gives his pretty girl exactly what she wants. Doesnât he?â
You nodded with a whine.
âThatâs right. So donât be a dramatic bellyaching brat with me. Iâm just loving on you, Princess. Trying to take care of you the best I can. Youâre hard to please sometimes.â
âAm not!â You countered, your words smushed together as you said them.
Harry let go of your cheeks and you felt him knee up between your legs, his thick masculine thighs pushed against the insides of your thighs as he smoothed his thumb over your mound and down to your clit, âYou are. But thatâs okay. Because youâre my little princess, arenât you? She needs her Daddy to take good care of her.â
You began to take shallow breaths into your lungs as you watched him wrap his big hand around his cock and look into your eyes as he reared back, âAnd Daddy always gives his pretty girl what she wants. Do you know why, baby?â
You sighed as you felt the tip of him press against your empty hole. You wanted it so bad you could taste it, âBecause Iâm a good girl. Cause you love me, Daddy.â
âFucking right, Princess. Daddy loves you,â he pressed into you, the girth of him opening your channel in one satisfyingly agonizing plunge. He didnât snap his hips, but he drove into you until he was finally surrounded, encased fully in your pussy. And as he pulled you close to his chest he continued rocking into you with slow, languid strokes. Full length. Heâd pull out to his tip and fuck back into you without pause until he met your cervix and heâd do it again. Nothing hard or fast. Just strong, deep, and teasingly slow.
His breath was on your face as he looked down into your eyes, âGod⊠howâd I get so lucky, huh? Someone who needs me just as much as I need her.â He rolled into you slowly, the sopping mess between your legs just proving his point.
He fucked you dumb most nights. But some nights he was tender and warm. Sometimes he liked to take it slow and gaze into your eyes as he slid himself in and out of you, calling you his princess, his pretty girl, babyâŠ
âMm⊠me too!â You breathed out, âSo lucky, Daddy. I love youâŠâ
He dropped his lips to your neck as he continued fucking into you at the same pace he had been. Dripping wet, sticky, deep thrusts as you both panted.
You began to buck your hips upward to meet each of his thrusts. You couldnât help the motion your hips were making as you moaned when Harry took your breast into his mouth.
He sucked on your nipple and felt your cunt squeezing him tight. You were so close already, like he knew you would be. Youâd gotten all worked up cock warming him earlier and now you were gagging for it.
âYouâre like a little slip-and-slide, pretty girl. Pussy all slippery and soaking wet just for my cock.â
âUhnnnghhâŠâ you groaned as you felt your insides begin to tingle and sparkle.
âYou can come, Princess. Come on Daddyâs cock. I know you want to,â he panted, his own orgasm about to burst, âEasy thereâŠâ
You began to shake, your tummy tensed and your pussy clamped down as you sputtered out your words, âComing! C⊠ffffuuu⊠Daaaaady!â
The beautiful spiral of your orgasm wiped you out as Harry continued fucking into you, his cock spreading your walls apart as you spasmed over him, âPretty girl⊠so fucking good for DaddyâŠâ
But he could only last so long himself until he was pinning you to the bed with his hips, cock buried deep as he dumped his fertile come into your pulsing hole, âFuck! Fuck⊠oh shitâŠâ his face twisted up in bliss.
It had been a bit of a quickie. But who could blame you? After suffering through what you had to during trivia, you both needed relief.
You ran your fingers into his hair and he nuzzled into your neck with a sigh. You both needed a minute to gather your bearings.
When you felt Harry shifting and pulling back so he could look down at you he slid a hand around to your bottom, âLetâs go get your cookies, baby,â he squeezed at your bum as you sat up.
âHow many can I have?â You bounced on your bottom before you began to scoot to the end of the bed to hop off.
âAs many you want, Princess.â
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By the time Harry returns home, youâve already cum 5 times.
Itâs been a long few hours. Three and a half to be exact. And in that time, youâve been edged, teased, tortured, and spent. Youâve been left to sweat, writhe, cry, and drench the poor sheets beneath you.Â
The vibrator between your thighs is relentless. As cruel and sadistic as the man controlling it from somewhere across town. A pre-programmed punishment that only ends for a few minutes at a time, giving you just enough peace to catch your breath before preparing to do it again.
When you hear the apartment door open, youâre thrilled. Your aching muscles call to him as you strain against the silky ropes keeping you trapped to the bed. Your voice is raw from the excessive whimpering and whining but you cry out his name, nevertheless.
And heâs fucking thrilled.
His smirk is wide and condescending as he leans against the doorframe to watch you. You catch his newest marks through the tears in your eyes. Tonight doesnât seem to be as bad. Heâs got a subtle bruise beginning to form near his eye and a faint cut along his eyebrow.Â
But he doesnât seem too concerned with his appearance. Rather yours. The way your skin is damp, the way your pussy is red and swollen, and the way your lips quiver as you plead his name and beg for mercy.
âHi, sweet girl,â he murmurs in a soft, low call. And somehow, even just the sound of his voice helps calm you. âWhatâs your color?â
âGreen,â you answer weakly, fingers curling into your palm. âGreen, butâŠbut please, HarâŠâ
He chuckles to himself and glances toward the ropes around your wrists. He left them loose enough that if you had felt scared or wanted to stop, you could easily slip yourself free, turn the toy off, and call him. Something you were almost tempted to do at one point, butâŠthe truth is, you loved the pain. You thrived off the idea of him coming to find the mess youâd made. That youâd been a good girl and done what heâd asked. That you took your punishment and you took it well.
He strides closer. Slow, like stalking prey. He looks now toward the vibrator between your thighs as it buzzes and hums in a rhythmic pattern, giving you just a taste of pleasure without ever actually letting you swallow.Â
He smiles brighter. âOh, you poor thing. Sâall red, isnât it?â
You nod weakly. âCanâtâŠcanât take it anymore. Hurts. And sâempty.â
âEmpty, huh?â He tuts to himself and takes a seat near your left leg. Close enough to send chills down your spine as you catch a whiff of his cologne. You nearly cum for the sixth time right then. âI bet.â
You whine harder and attempt to reach him. But heâs still too far and your chest aches. âHarry, pleaseââ
âWhat, Cherry?â He brushes a piece of hair from your cheek and the gentle touch of his hand makes you want to cry. âDo you need some help?â
You nod again, fast and fervent. Desperate to feel his skin on yours. Overstimulated or not, heâs the only one who can fix you. Make it better, make you whole. Fill you to the brim the way only his cock can.
âYeah? Well, letâs see.â His eyes trail down your naked chest, along your stomach, and back to the toy. Studying it almost curiously before he reaches for the tie keeping it snug to your thigh and flicks it free.Â
The vibrator is taken away, turned off, and discarded. Leaving your pussy to clench and unclench around absolutely nothing while he moves to the foot of the bed in order to see.
Slowly, his large hands push your legs further apart, allowing him just enough room to settle his body between. His face is inches from your throbbing cunt and the collection of arousal thatâs drenched the sheets below and he seems thrilled. Exhaling a pleased breath that fans across your swollen clit and makes you jolt.
âShh,â he coos, pressing your hips back down almost forcefully. âYouâre okay, Cher. Just wanna check on you, hm? See how sheâs doing.â
His thumb finds you first. Reaching out to swipe down your clit and through your folds as you arch from the mattress and gasp something pitifully close to his name.
âSo sensitive,â he muses, almost to himself. âAnd so wet. Just canât stop soaking yourself, can you, honey?â
You only gasp for air, desperate to squirm away from the painfully sweet sensation.
He flicks the digit across the delicate nerves and sighs to himself when he sees a large drop of your arousal drip down onto the sheet. âThere you go,â he whispers. He shifts a bit to get closer before parting his lips with a gentle exhale.
And the feel of his breath on the swollen bud brings tears to your eyes. Youâve never felt this kind of pleasure before. The kind that hurts and feels euphoric all in the same wave. You want to push him away and drag him closer. Itâs strange but addictive and you peer down at him through stained lashes pleadingly.Â
He does it again, taking hold of your thighs in order to lift them toward his cheeks, as though caging himself between your legs and suffocating himself with your pussy. Giving you no other choice than to let him have you.
âSâso pretty,â he says between torturous breaths. âGod, could stare at you all day, baby. Your little hole looks so sweet like this.â
He brings his hands back to your folds and spreads you. Giving him the perfect view of the way your hole flutters and begs for his cock. His finger. His tongue. Anything.
You mewl to yourself and watch the way those pretty green eyes of his glaze over with lust. âHarryâŠâ
âWhat?â He glances up and smiles. Feigning oblivion. âWhatâs the matter? You donât mind me playing with her a bit, do you?â
You find the strength to shake your head.
âGood girl.â He pulls your pussy back again before dipping down to ghost his mouth along your clit. âTaste like fucking heaven. Always taste the best when youâre desperate.â
He makes a V with his fingers to keep you spread and lets his tongue do the rest of the work. He flicks and licks and savors the taste. The slurping sounds are sinful and pornographic, and your entire body begins to shake as youâre teased.
âHarâŠHarry,â you mewl, desperate to reach for his curls. âHarry, it hurtsââ
âI know. But this is what you wanted,â he reminds you, glancing up while you drip from his chin. âColor?â
You swallow thickly. âStillâŠstill green, I justâŠI needâŠneedâŠâ
âNeedâŠmore?â That arrogant smirk returns. âOh, I know, sweet girl. Just aches without me, yeah?â
âYes,â you gasp. âYes, pleaseââ
He hums, one large digit slowly pushing past your fluttering walls. âHowâs this?â
A sigh catches in your throat. Itâs good, but itâs not nearly enough. And after 5 orgasms already, you donât want to be teased any longer. You want the main event.
And he knows this, which is why he pushes and pulls his finger from your cunt at a tortuously slow pace before adding a second.Â
âHarry,â you wail. âHarry, pleaseââ
âUh-huh. If you complain, I wonât give you anything at all,â he tuts. He licks your clit while adding a third finger, too. âIâve already been nice enough to let you have all this fun without me. Do you really want me to stop?â
Your bottom lip quivers. âNoâŠâ
âDidnât think so.â He sucks you into his mouth before nipping at your clit with his teeth. Your back arches from the bed, tits covered in a glossy sheen of sweat, and his lashes flutter as he looks at you. âFuck.â
You feel proud. Even when heâs trying to dominate you, he canât help but be mesmerized by you. Desperate to adore you. Appreciate you. Let you know just how much control you really have over him.
Your fingers twitch, desperate to thread through his curls. And sure, you could slip yourself free now, but whereâs the fun in that? You know eventually heâll set you free and that moment will make everything else worth it. To hold him and be held by him.Â
Still, this consistently slow thrusting of his fingers inside your used and abused cunt doesnât scratch that itch. So you whisper, âPleaseâŠHarry, please I need you. I canâtâŠI canât, it hurts, HarâŠplease.â
âI meanâŠIâd love to, but mâhaving so much fun like this,â he coos with an air of false sympathy. âBesides, I donât think your little cunny can take me right now.â
Your expression falls as you look down your body at him. âWhatâŠ? Why?â
âThink sheâs too sensitive,â he says, running his thumb back over your pussy while you whine. âLook at her. All swollen and pitiful. Think Iâd split you in half if I tried, baby.â
âNoâŠno, I can take itââ
âCan you?â He meets your eye while reaching into his sweatpants to pull his cock free. And the sight of himâred tip leaking pre-cum thatâs just begging to be tastedâmakes your mouth water. He is big. And maybe heâs right. Maybe it would ruin you, but the truth isâŠyou want him to. âIâd have to go slow, and it might hurt with how overstimulated you are.â
You pout again. âI can take it,â you blubber, tears returning to your eyes. âJust let me try. PleaseâŠplease let me try.â
He seems genuinely touched now as he watches you cry, moving up your body to press his lips to your cheek. The first time youâve felt truly close to him in hours.
You sigh happily at the feel of his mouth near yours, even if heâs not directly kissing you yet. In fact, the warmth from his body is enough to slow the racing in your chest, and you whisper his name as he leans back.
âMy good girl,â he praises, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up. âBrave girl, too. Just wanna make me proud, donât you? Even if hurts.â
âYes,â you agree softly.
âI know, Cher.â He kisses your other cheek, right over the stain of tears. âYou know I donât actually want to cause you any pain, donât you?â
Another nod.
âGood. Because Iâd never forgive myself.â He plays with your bottom lip a bit before smiling. âAnd honestly, I hated leaving you here like this. Knowing I wouldnât get to watch.â
You nuzzle into his palm and trail your eyes down the parts of his body you can see. âDid the fight go okay?â
âMhm. I won.â
âObviously.â You giggle. âAre you in any pain?â
He dips down to brush his nose against yours. âNot anymore.â
You frown. âHarâŠâ
âNot bad pain, I promise.â He shuffles back down between your legs and lines his cock up. âPlus, you know I like it.â
âI knowâŠbut I worry,â you tell him. âSome of those bruises look bad, Har.â
âI know,â he echoes. âBut Iâll take some painkillers and be fine. Until then, I can pretend they belong to you.â
You feel a deep sigh leave your lungs when he brushes the tip through your soaked folds. Even now, despite his condescensionâŠheâs careful with you. He knows what youâve been through, and he never wants to give you more than you can take.
âWant you to do something for me, okay?â he calls softly before getting into position. âIf it starts to hurtâŠI want you to bite down on my lip. As hard as you can. Deal?â
Your eyes widen as you nod quickly, anxious to have his mouth on yours.Â
The moment he pushes in, he kisses you. Swallowing the heavy moan that melts from your throat.
You do as instructed, clamping down on his bottom lip when you feel that poignant stretch and he groans in response. And the two of you are nothing but a mess of noises and animistic fucking. His nails scratch down your skin, tongue dancing circles around yours.Â
Then, his hand comes to your throat. The same hand that causes so much harm to the men inside that boxing ring. The same hand thatâs been shattered, broken, and torn. The same hand that wears a variety of scars and scratches, and the same hand that you love more than anything in the world.
It closes around your neck, gently and purposefully. Enough to excite you but not enough to scare you. Instead, you succumb to it. To the weight of his body on yours. To the peaceful trance you feel lulled into as your mind grows distant and all you really understand is the feel of his hips slapping against yours.
âCherry,â he calls after youâve gone quiet. âBaby, are you with me?â
You nod lazily, lashes fluttering. âYesâŠfeels good.â
âYeah? Sâit making your little ache go away?â
âUh-huhâŠfeels good.â
He smirks. âGood. Sâit getting hard to talk to me?â
âMmmâŠâ
He chuckles to himself before kissing you again. âHoney, I think you might be going into your subspace.â
âWhat?â
âSâokay, donât worry,â he assures you gently. âNot a bad thing. Just means Iâve been playing with you so long that youâre starting to feel a bitâŠspacey. Needy, in a sense.â
âOh.â Your brows furrow. âBut Iâm always needy for you. Does that mean Iâm always in it?â
 He shakes his head. âThis is a special kind of needy. And it means I need to be extra careful with you.â
âOkay, Daddy.â You stop, sucking in a sharp breath. âIâve never called you that before.â
âNo, you havenât,â he agrees. âDo you want to call me that?â
You think. âI donât know. Do you like when I do?â
He rolls his lips into his mouth before nodding once. âHonestly? I kind of do. But that name can mean different things for different people. And I donât want you to say it if it makes you uncomfortable. I like to hear you say my name, too.â
Another pause. âI like it,â you decide. âFeelsâŠdirty. But good.â
âJust like you.â
You giggle. âThen you can be Daddy?â
âI can be Daddy.â He squeezes your tit in his palm. âFuck, I never thought Iâd like that so much. But I really love the way you say it.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â He dips down to take your nipple in his mouth, giving it quite a bit of attention before moving to the other one. âJust reminds me how fucking sexy you are. Cause you are. You know that, right?â
You feel your skin warm and you try to hide in the crook of his arm. However, he quickly snatches hold of your jaw to force your eyes on his.
âBaby, youâre beautiful,â he tells you earnestly. âYouâre so fucking beautiful and I still donât know why you waste your time with me. But Iâm very grateful. And I love you. A lot.â
âI love you, too, Daddy,â you whisper, pushing your lips together as though begging for a kiss.
He obliges. âThink I should let you cum now?â
âYes, please.â
With that, he fucks you. Hard and deep into the mattress with a tenderness you donât imagine youâd ever find anywhere else. Because even when he spanks your leg and squeezes your throat and sucks on your tongue while demanding you cum undone for himâŠhe loves you. You can feel the way he loves you through every brush of his body against yours. Every thrust of his cock into your rather abused pussy. Every promise of his adoration.
And itâs everything. You bite so hard on his lip, you taste blood. And he loves it. He curses to himself and begs you to do it again. So, you do.
He plays with your clit, pinching it tight between his fingers that are slightly stained with blood from tonightâs fight. He rubs and he presses and he uses you like some sort of toy. And maybe you are. Maybe youâre his to use and abuse any time, day or night.
And maybe you wouldnât have it any other way.
âShit, know youâre close. Huh, baby?â he hisses in your ear. He moves his hand to your chest and gropes it in his large palm. âYou trying to hold back for me?â
You nod. âWantâŠwant to feel you first.â
He laughs before his features twist with pleasure. âWell, thatâs not our rule, is it? And I know you want to, soâŠlet Daddy feel you, okay? Sâgonna feel so goodâŠgonna soak my cock and clean it up. Make me proud.â
And you do wanna make him proud. Wanna do anything to make him feel good. Wanna make him throw his head back as he fists your hair and fucks himself down your throat. Stomach clenchingâŠthighs flexingâŠback muscles rippling.
The image is lewd and beautiful and everything youâve come to adore about your stranger from the diner. And just the promise of getting to be witness to his pleasure tips you over.
And you cum.
But you donât just cum. You squirt. All over his cock, and his bedding, and his thighs, and your thighs, and you make a noise that sounds so depraved, you donât even recognize yourself.
And through this orgasmic fog, you hear the way he moans your name and gives you two sharp thrusts before following suit. Along with soft whispers of, âHoly fucking shit, Cherry. My godâŠyâjust squirted, didnât you? Fuck meâŠfucking hell, baby, mâso proud of you. Did so goodâŠso good, honey. Feel amazingâŠthat was the best thing Iâve ever seen. Youâre so goddamn hot.â
You feel proud, truthfully. ExhaustedâŠbut pleased. Because heâs so happy right now, a dopey little smile on his face as he drops his face into your neck in order to catch his breath.
âWas thatâŠokay?â you ask softly, desperate to run your hands over his body the way you always do after he cums.Â
âBaby,â he nearly sighs, âthat was so much more than okay. That was perfect. Why, are you okay? You feel all right?â
âYes, Daddy,â you whisper. âThat wasâŠfun. Donât think Iâve done that before.â
âDonât think you have, either.â He lifts up to run his thumb over your cheek and study you. âLot of firsts tonight, hm?â
âMm.â You nudge yourself back into his hand and he laughs. âDaddy?â
âYes, sweet girl?â
ââŠcan you untie me now? So I can touch you?â
âFuckâshit, yes. Sorry, baby.â He quickly reaches up to undo the knots and gently guide your hands out. Once your arms are back beside you, he offers a rather guilty look. âDoes it hurt?â
You shake your head and run your fingers down his back. âNoâŠthis is much better.â
âGood.â He gives you a quick peck. âI think you deserve a bath, hm?â
âOoo, yes, please!â You pause. âWill you stay with me?â
âCherry,â he nearly tuts. âOf course I will. Where do you think Iâm gonna go, hm? Iâm yours.â
Your eyes brighten. âMine?â
He kisses you again and it makes your heart soar.
âYours.â
Ew why did I miss them đ THANK YOU FOR READING, ILY SO MUCH AND HOPE YOU'RE ALL HAVING AN AMAZING WEEK AND WEEKEND!!! đ
Summary: When you inherit your aunt's estate after she passes away, you hire Harry to fix up the old house but that's not all he winds up being good for.
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Word Count: 10.9k
Warning: smut, mentions of a close relative dying, and tons of sweetness
When you pulled up the long dirt driveway to the old estate you used to spend your summers at, it was as if you could feel your aunt Gaylaâs presence all around you again. You could remember running through the fields and the trees and dawdling your afternoons away on the big wraparound porch with extra sweet lemonade and book after book.
Your aunt would have her old radio playing with records or cassette tapes, volume turned up so loud youâd be out climbing a tree a quarter mile off and could still hear the sounds of Credence Clearwater Revival or Stevie Nicks crooning over the distance. When the sun would begin to dip in the sky, oranges and pinks coloring in where it was bright blue just before, sheâd change the record to Bill Withers or maybe even Louis Armstrong and sheâd call you in by screaming at the top of her lungs that it was time to eat. But when youâd arrive sheâd pull you into her arms and dance with you and tell you how important it was to read, write, dance, and love.
And everything she did and the way she lived her life had the biggest influence on yours these days. She had been your favorite person, next to your mother of course. But your mother died when you were 17 and your aunt filled in to help raise you when your dad was overwhelmed with the loss of his wife and trying to reign in a hormonal and emotional young woman. He tried his best but you knew it was lucky your aunt stepped up to help guide you into adulthood.
So it came as almost no surprise to anyone when your aunt passed and she left you everything she had. At the time you didnât realize she had so much. At the reading of the will, it was just you and your father. The lawyer said youâd be inheriting her estate and every dime she had to her name. But when he read off the number, well, that part very much came as a surprise.
It was a life-changing number. And her old, huge house set on 16 acres in that old, small town was worth far more than you ever imagined it would be. You were advised to sell it at first. And you certainly considered it. What would you be needing with so much space all by yourself so far away from the big city you currently lived in? That money could just be piled on top of the already large sum sheâd left you.
But the more you considered selling it the more you hated that idea. All the wonderful memories you had there, all that gorgeous space with expanses of marble and hardwood and tall trees and meadowland could be a sanctuary. It could be a place for you to live. To enjoy the large space, tall ceilings, and windows, the sunrises and sunsets⊠To play music loudly and dance in front of your oven as you baked muffins and write to your heartâs content.
It could certainly be far better than your studio apartment that cost nearly as much in rent as what you made working your ass off at the paper. You could move out of your rundown, mouse-infested building and fix up the old estate to your liking. You could quit your job and begin writing full-time like you always wanted. Your auntâs house would be the perfect place to begin your new adventure. A refuge of peace. An oasis of your own to spark inspiration and creativity.
And so here you were, standing with the key in hand on the big front porch, old, rotted boards bending and cracking as you stepped up to the door to open it for the first time in years. When your aunt had fallen sick, sheâd been transferred to the city to live with your father as she was unable to care for herself during the end of her life. You helped as often as possible. On Saturdays, youâd take her to the park to sit on the bench and watch the birds and the trees and youâd chat about the books you were reading and life. You did that every Saturday until she could no longer be moved from her bed. But you were always with her every Saturday, by her side and holding her hand until she had no more Saturdays left.
You felt a surge of emotion as you walked through the space. The old funky vintage chandelier that hung over the dining table was covered in cobwebs. When your aunt had it installed you helped her paint the little ceramic flowers in various shades of green and yellow. It had been all white at one time.
But it was the window that stretched along the wall that overlooked the back acreage that drew you closer. Pulling the dusty curtains aside, sunshine filled the room. Sheets covered the furniture that had all been left behind.
The whole place was yours. And you had a great feeling about this next phase in your life.
. . .
After a week of cleaning, working in the garden, peeling wallpaper down, having a new refrigerator and oven range installed as well as a washer and dryer for clothes, and attempting to tear out wooden boards from the front porch all by yourself, youâd hit a wall. It was clear youâd need help to get the house in tip-top shape.
Scouring the internet for handyman recommendations, you were left feeling quite hopeless. So you made a trip into town to talk to the owner of the hardware shop you met some days earlier when you were buying paint and tools. He had mentioned he knew someone who could help if you ever needed. A local man who took over his fatherâs business. You imagined there werenât a lot of people willing to make the trip out to the small town and then even further out to the old house miles from the main road.
When you arrived, as you expected, the place was empty aside from Mr. George shuffling about behind the counter. When he spotted you his face lit up in a grin, âMiss Y/n! How can I help you this Thursday morning?â
âHi, Mr. George. I was uh, wondering if I could get the number of that handyman you were telling me about? I think Iâve done all I can do by myself at this point. Some of the electricity needs rewiring, the boards in the porch are rotting awayââ
âSay no more, my dear. Iâll call him right now,â he placed his hand over the phone receiver, âWeâll see if he can make some time today or tomorrow and if not, Iâll bet he can fit you in next week for a quote.â
âNext week?â You frowned.
âWell, heâs the only one who runs the business these days. His pop passed away a couple of months back so Iâm assuming he might be a bit busy. Good guy, though. I wouldnât recommend him if I didnât think heâd do your auntâs place justice.â
You nodded. That would have to be good enough you supposed. If not this week, next week you figured would be okay. Things were different in the small town than they were back in the big city. Life moved a bit slower and that was something you would just have to get used to.
Mr. George dialed the number he pulled up from his desktop Rolodex as you patiently waited to find out if the recommended handyman would be interested in helping you or not.
âHarry! My boy! How are you?â Mr. George spoke into the receive with a big smile.
âYeah⊠Iâm well too. Hey, look,â he glanced at you, âIâve got a lovely young woman here who needs some help with her new house⊠yes. Itâs that old mansion off Timbert. The one about a two miles from the main road⊠exactly. Gaylaâs old place⊠Itâs her niece, uh,â he cupped the receiver and looked at you with his brows raised as you spoke your name to him, âher name is Y/n.â
Seemed everyone in this town knew your aunt. You watched George scribble down something on a piece of scrap paper before sliding it over to you and began to make a little small talk with the man called Harry.
It was a number and the name of the company, Styles and Son. Mr. George pointed at the paper, and looked at you, âWrite your number down here for me.â
You picked up the pen he used and wrote your number with your first and last name next to it, handing the paper back to him.
Mr. George tore off the section with your number and nodded at you, âOkay, ready for the number?â
He read it off to Harry before looking at you and holding out the receiver, âWants to ask you a couple of questions.â
âOh, sure,â you reached for the phone and stepped closer to the counter so you could put it to your ear, âHello?â
âHi. Youâre Gaylaâs niece?â
âYes, sir. She recently passed and left the house to me and I wanted to fix it up a little.â
âMy dad used to help Gayla out whenever she needed things done. Iâve never had the opportunity to see the inside but Iâd like to come by maybe tomorrow afternoon when you have an hour or so to spare?â
âSure! Iâll be home all day. Any time works for me.â
âGreat. Letâs say around 2? Iâll give you a call before I head that way. George gave me your phone number, and make sure he gives you mine.â
âOh yeah. He already did. Iâve got it written down here.â
âMâkay⊠well, Iâll see you tomorrow Y/n.â
âSure! And thank you again!â
Mr. George took the phone from you and placed it into its cradle to hang up the call, âYou know⊠Harryâs a single man. Bout your age. My wife says heâs a looker and I reckon you two might get along well.â
âIs that so?â You grinned at the store owner as you folded up Harryâs contact info and stuffed it into your pocket, âAppreciate this, Mr. George. So much. Truly.â
âAhh, itâs nothinâ. This small town is a close-knit community. Weâre all here to help each other when we can.â
. . .
Instead of calling you, Harry texted when he was on his way over.
See you in half an hour. H
You smiled at the thought of finally getting some help in that big lonely house. Wiping the sweat from your forehead you climbed down the step ladder to freshen up a bit before Harry could arrive. You slid on a clean cotton dress, washed your hands and face, and then made some lemonade should he want anything to drink.
When Harry arrived you heard his truck clonking up the dirt driveway before you saw it. Heâd been your first visitor so it was the first time youâd had the pleasure of hearing a vehicle driving toward your house (and didnât it feel so weird to call it your house?). You watched out the window as dust kicked up from his tires. It was a big black truck. A decal on the side that read Styles and Son.
Walking onto your porch you waved to greet him as he stepped out, feet landing on the ground. His attire was simple. Jeans and a white t-shirt with a pocket at the front. Work boots. But what you couldnât get over as he smiled and raised his big hand to wave back at you was how fit and broad he was. Tanned skin on his arms and tattoos up the length of one of them. Chestnut curls with touches of light brown and maybe blond hidden in the strands. He was tall and he was handsome.
âY/n?â He smiled as he walked up the steps to your porch with his eyes on you. Green eyes.
âYes! Iâm Y/n,â you reached your hand out to him as he gripped it into his palm to shake.
âNice to meet you. Iâve always wanted to check out Gaylaâs house. Glad Iâve got the opportunity,â he looked down at the boards under his feet, âAnd first thing is,â he bent down and placed the heel of his palm into the wood, âthis porch needs updating in a bad way.â He stood back up, soft green irises on you, âFeel how soft that is when you step over it?â He spoke as he demonstrated, pressing his foot into the floor of the porch.
You nodded, âOh yeah. I already tore some of the boards out but I knew I couldnât do all this on my own.â
Harry squinted at you and the way his eyes scraped down over your dress and to your feet then back up to your face had you tingling, âYou tore out some boards on your own?â He nodded with an impressed look on his face.
Now you were feeling flustered. The sudden shift in temperature made it feel like your cotton panties were digging into your hips and your thighs too tight.
You laughed and shook your head, âOh⊠I mean it wasnât much. ButâŠâ you looked back up at him and watched as a lopsided smile took over his face, complete with a dimple, âYou wanna come inside? See the place?â
âAbsolutely.â
You pushed the front door in and let Harry pass through into the space. You watched him look all around and then walk toward the big front window and slide his hand over the wood frame, âBeautiful woodwork here,â he looked up toward the ceiling and then along the wall toward the archway into the dining area, âIt looks like itâs probably throughout the house. Weâll be sure to keep this original,â he looked at you suddenly, âUnless you wanted to completely change all this. Itâs up to you but I would suggest trying to maintain the existing features.â
âI would love to keep it original if possible. So⊠are you saying youâll do this for me?â
Harry chuckled and ran his index finger under his nose, âSoon as I saw the place as I drove up the path to get here had my heart set on it. Of course, weâll need to talk numbers and come to an agreement but Iâm ready to start as soon as possible. Whatâs the electricity situation? Original too?â He looked up at the light sconce on the wall.
âI think itâs all original. Everything. Most likely all needs overhauled to bring it up to code. So⊠you donât have other jobs you are committed to right now? Thought you were the only one?â
Harry raised his brows and looked back at you, âHired a helper a couple weeks back. He can do all the odd jobs for me while I focus on this. Honestly, Y/n,â you scorched at the way he said your name so casually, âThere ainât tons of work around here. I usually have one or two small jobs a day. Garbage disposal repair, sodding a yard, shingle repair⊠we do bigger jobs too like tree stump removal, burst pipes, and things like that. One-offs usually.â
âTree stump removal⊠you do all that?â
He nodded, âYep. I do it all. Got the equipment from when my father was running the business. My dad and I were the only ones in town to do all this kind of stuff so we learned how to do just about everything.â
You showed Harry around the rest of the house and described what you thought you might want done. But watching Harry slide his hands over your baseboards and knock at the walls as he talked about what heâd do⊠you smiled and agreed with everything he said.
âI do want the wallpaper out, though. Itâs a little too dated for my taste,â you ran your finger over the silk flower design wall covering and Harry put his palm over the wall and nodded, âWe could look at other wallpaper if you wanted. Or were you just thinking paint?â
You bit your lip and leaned into the wainscoting, âMaybe a new wallpaper? What do you think is better?â
Harry mimicked your pose, placing his hip on the white wainscoting, and faced you, âThere are some really high-quality wallpapers out there. In any pattern you can think of. Can also get them custom-made if you had the money for it. Iâd get the wallpaper if I were you.â
You nodded, âIâll be honest, Harry, my aunt left me a good bit of money and Iâd like to restore the place with really nice quality things and finishes. Want it to look as beautiful here as it did the day it was built. Iâm not too worried about how much itâll all cost. Within reason of course.â
Harry pushed himself from the wall and clasped his hands together behind his back, âIâm really sorry for your loss by the way. Was a shock to everyone when we found out she passed.â
You nodded, âYeah. I always thought sheâd live forever. Spent so many summers here with her, climbing trees and dancing⊠just feels so weird that sheâs gone now,â a small smile covered your face, âBut also, Iâm sorry to hear about your dad too. His recent passing.â
The smile fell from Harryâs face, âDid George tell you he passed?â
âHe did. Iâm sorry if bringing that up wasnâtââ
âNo, itâs fine. I was about to tell you anyway. Hence the name of the business, Styles and Son. Iâm the son part of it,â he grinned, âBut yeah. He died and I took over the business. Itâs been a struggle. I miss him but I think heâd be really pleased that I was getting the chance to fix this old place up.â
You offered Harry some lemonade and you both sat on the back porch together as you discussed what you wanted done first with the house. Of course, Harry already had a solid timeline in mind, heâd start with the electrical wiring and the rotten boards on the porch and make sure everything was up to code and safe before getting to the more superficial parts of the job. The garden and landscaping would come last.
Everything flowed so nicely with Harry. He was easy to talk to and you trusted that he knew what he was doing. And it didnât hurt that his voice was soothing and deep and slow. You could listen to him talk about solid hardwood versus engineered hardwood all day long if he let you.
âWell, Iâll be heading out now I guess. Be back first thing in the morning and start on this porch.â
You walked him to his big truck and shook his hand again, thanking him for taking the job and feeling a bit overwhelmed and emotional at everything.
Overwhelmed because Harry was so genuinely kind and you knew immediately you could trust him completely. Which just added to his charm and sex appeal. You really tried to push down the fact that he was so stunningly attractive because that wasnât going to do you any good. And even though Mr. George told you he was single, you couldnât imagine that was true. Someone as yummy-looking and kind-hearted as Harry? There was no way he wasnât at least seeing someone.
But you were also emotional because you were finally going to get to see your aunt Gaylaâs house restored to its original glory. It was going to be a real labor of love but it felt so good to be doing it. You had never felt so sure you were on the right path in life until that day. Until Harry arrived with his big truck and assured you that youâd get everything you wanted and that it would end up being even better than before.
And for the first time since you moved into that old house, you sat down and began to write. Youâd gotten nearly ten thousand words written and were awake well into the wee hours of the morning typing away with the sudden inspiration youâd gotten. You fell asleep with your laptop next to you when you couldnât hold your eyes open any longer.
You were woken to the sound of pounding and clanking and creaking which had you startled as you sat up in your bed and looked around your bedroom. The sun filled the space with light and you picked up your cellphone to note the time and saw a missed call from Harry.
Wrapping your robe around yourself you ran down the stairs all frazzled and rushed and burst onto the front porch, tripping over a stack of fresh boards and landing on your knees and palms like an idiot.
âHey⊠heyâŠâ you heard Harryâs deep voice from behind you as he slid his hands under your arms to help you up, âYou okay?â
âOh my godâŠâ you croaked out the first words of the day from your throat, âI just woke up and realized you were here and⊠Sorry!â
He turned you to face him and looked down over your knees and lifted your palms upward to inspect, âLetâs get you cleaned up. Took quite the spill there. Sorry, I shouldnât have stacked those boards right there.â
You felt your heart calm as he led you into your kitchen. He was so gentle with you, which for some reason you hadnât expected. You knew he was kind but this seemed very much outside of the scope of his job description, âNo, itâs fine! Itâs me. Iâd probably trip over the boards no matter where you had them stacked. Iâm a bit of a nervous nelly. And when I woke up I just⊠I was startled. Fell asleep late and didnât set an alarmâŠâ
Harry grinned at you as you ran your faucet and put your hands under it, âItâs fine. No need to rush or get all riled up. I got here a bit early and when you didnât answer I just figured Iâd start on the porch. Think Iâll replace your doorbell as well. Itâs not working either.â
You dried your hands and smiled at Harry, âIâll get you a key before you leave today. In case Iâm not here or Iâm sleeping again. Sorry⊠I just had this burst of inspiration last night and typed until I passed out. ItâsâŠâ
âYouâre fine,â you watched his eyes drop down to your torso and then bounce back up quickly to your face.
When you looked down at yourself you realized your robe was twisted and while all your bits were covered, they were barely covered.
âJesus fucking Christ⊠Iâm sorry, Harry. Iâm a messâŠâ you pulled the material into place and adjusted the robe.
Harry put his hands at the tops of your arms, âHey⊠youâre fine. Take a breath. Itâs a beautiful morning and the birds are singing, and just look at this viewâŠâ he motioned toward your window where you could see trees and lush green grass stretch along the front of the house, âNow⊠Do you have some alcohol to clean up the cuts on your knees?â
You sighed and nodded, âYeah. Iâll get it. You donât have to do all this. I promise Iâm fine. Just need to kind of wake up I think.â
Harry nodded, âOkay. Iâll get back to work out there. Gonna be some loud hammering and noises for a while.â
You cleaned yourself up and put actual clothes on before making coffee and bringing a hot mug out to Harry on a tray. This time, you carefully placed your steps around the boards and scanned the porch to see open spaces and nails in a tin next to fresh boards.
Harry was crouched along the railing and prying a board from its spot when he looked up at you.
âCoffee? Wasnât sure if you take it with sugar or cream⊠Or maybe you just want tea?â You placed the tray down as he stood up.
âThatâs really nice of you. Thank you. I would love some coffee. Black is fine.â
He took the mug by its handle and brought it up to his lips to take a sip.
âAnd if youâre hungry I could make you something?â You watched him gulp down the hot liquid.
Shaking his head he grinned at you, âMaybe lunch in a few hours. I ate breakfast already. But you donât need to go out of your way to make anything. I can go into town for a sandwich, which is what I usually do.â
âOh no. Iâll make you something for lunch! I insist! I love the company anyway. That way you can kind of relax instead of driving back and forth just to eat. Unless you want to get away for a bit. I meanâŠâ you started rambling. You couldnât help yourself. Harryâs biceps were on full display as he lifted the mug up to his mouth again and you could just feel your own mouthwatering at the sight. You hadnât seen a man so attractive in a long time. All the city guys you dated were nice enough⊠but then there was Harry. Tall with broad shoulders and lean muscle all over, deep pink lips and light green eyes⊠and dimples⊠and he was handy? God, you werenât sure how long you could go before you started to become obvious about how much you enjoyed letting your irises rove over his frame. That is if it wasnât already obvious.
He watched you go on and on about lunch and then offer up other suggestions with a small smile on his face until you stopped when you realized you were yammering, âSorry.â
âYou okay?â He grinned. He knew you were fine. But he did wonder if you were flustered because of him or if that was how you just were.
âIâm fine. Sorry. Get kind of long-winded sometimes. Iâll let you get to it. Um⊠if you do want me to make you lunch just let me know. And uhâŠâ you paused and then realized you were about to start yapping again, âIâll get out of your hair.â
âY/n,â Harryâs deep voice was soft as he spoke your name and you turned to look back at him, âTake a breath. Itâs okay. Weâll have lunch together in a few hours. Yeah?â
You puffed out a breathy laugh and nodded before heading back inside with the tray that had sugar and milk atop.
You hadnât considered it until then. Until you were placing the small crystal lid back onto the sugar bowl and putting the milk back into the refrigerator that your sudden burst of inspiration for the story you were working on was thanks to your handsome handyman. It also felt really good to have someone else there with you. Not that you didnât feel safe there alone, but just having another presence near you was comforting.
And when you began to make up a lunch, something you hoped heâd like (you had to stop yourself from asking him if heâd want cucumbers and white cheese on his sandwich and just trust that it would be fine) you couldnât help but peek out your window at him as he pounded his hammer down and wiped the sweat from his brow. His shirt was a bit damp as the sun was rising in the sky and the temperature with it.
Which then reminded you to plug in a fan so he could cool off while he ate with you. You set up the kitchen table and plugged in a fan to have it on for him as you both ate your sandwiches. As well as iced lemonade and chopped cherry tomatoes with basil and olive oil.
It was noon on the dot when you opened the door and poked your head out, âLunch is ready if youâre hungry.â
Harry placed his hammer down and pushed himself up to stand as he nodded, âThank you. Mind if I use the bathroom before?â
âHarry, you can use anything you want in the house. Feel free to come inside when you please. You donât have to ask.â
âWell, thank you, Y/n. I appreciate it.â
You felt ridiculous as you paced your kitchen in wait for Harry to come in so you two could begin. The silly thoughts you had in your head about him had your heart lobbing around in your chest a bit too fast. You could just imagine (in the deepest little fantasy spot in your brain) that heâd take one bite of your sandwich and be so overcome by you that heâd have the sudden urge to lift you onto the table, push your dress up, and take you right there, knocking the lemonade down and forgetting all about the cherry tomatoes.
âWow. This looks excellent. And youâre joining me?â He smiled as he stepped into the kitchen, his eyes on the table.
âOh, itâs nothing,â you shrugged as you pulled a chair out for him, just in the path of the fan, âAnd if itâs okay, though I could have some with you. Keep you company. Unless Iâm annoying youâŠâ
Harry laughed and shook his head as he took his seat, âYouâre the furthest thing from annoying, Y/n. In fact, I quite like talking to you. Sit,â he gestured at the spot where youâd placed your own plate with the sandwich. âThe fan is a nice touch too. See, youâre just about the sweetest person Iâve ever worked for and itâs only been a few hours.â
You felt the skin on your cheeks heat up as you sat down in the wooden chair and looked at Harry. You really really tried not to look at him like that. But you could feel it oozing out of you as you batted your lashes and tilted your head down, your eyes still on him. You couldnât help it!
And he saw it clear as day too. Grinning at you he took the glass of lemonade and gulped down about half as he watched you blink your eyes and then remove your gaze from his down to your plate.
âThank you, Y/n,â he said as he placed the glass down and picked up his sandwich.
âYouâre welcome, Harry.â
. . .
Harry didnât take days off. He was at your house at 8 am sharp every morning and every day you were sure to make him a big lunch and chat with him a bit. But every day you fell further and further into a little spiral of want and lust. It was ridiculous but he wasnât doing anything to dampen the way you felt.
Like after one lunch, he took his thumb and wiped the mustard from the edge of your mouth so nonchalantly you felt your knees give out and he had to help steady you. But you didnât miss his smirk. Like he knew just what he was doing.
Or the time when you were walking from your bathroom to your kitchen after a shower and heâd gone out to buy supplies so you thought you were alone but instead walked past the huge window in only your underwear and bra as you were talking to yourself. Yapping away about whatever in your panties as you turned to the sink to wash some dishes but then yelped when you saw him standing there looking in, an expression of surprise on his face.
You had never run so fast in your life up to your room to put something on. And you should have known better. What was wrong with you? Of course, you were quite absent-minded at times, but that was something on another level.
But then it happened again that he saw you in only your skivvies as you traipsed to your bathroom and had forgotten that he was rewiring the second-floor hallway lights.
âHey, sweetheart⊠just wanted to remind you that Iâm here,â his voice startled you and you balked as you apologized and shut the bathroom door with a loud slam.
âSorry, Harry!â You apologized again with your heart rapidly thudding behind your ribcage.
You could hear his voice through the bathroom door, âDonât need to apologize. Doesnât offend me. Just wanted to remind you I was here is all â in case you werenât keen on me seeing you in your knickers.â
And Harry was like that. So gentle and thoughtful and there was the tiniest bit of flirtatiousness there too. Which really kept you on your toes around him. Made you feel all hot and gooey. Maybe if he didnât grin at you the way he did or if he didnât wipe mustard from your lips or call you sweetheart or compliment you as often you wouldnât feel that tension there all the time.
But he did and so you did.
Which then led to you working up the nerve to start asking him to say for dinner. Heâd sit in your kitchen after using your shower to clean up and watch (you insisted he didnât help) as you made something for the both of you to eat.
At first, he didnât stay every evening for dinner because he wanted to get home to clean up and you didnât want to push and make it seem like you were needy for his company.
But soon, after suggesting he just use your shower, it was every night, and he began to bring a change of clothes so he could clean up before eating. And it felt like you were in some kind of bizarre relationship. Or, thatâs what you pretended in your mind anyway. And it was fodder for your writing so you played into the fantasy a little bit.
Of course, there were also all the times you caught him with his shirt off. By the time he began working inside the house summer was in full swing and the place had no central air conditioning so it could get rather hot inside.
And it wasnât just that you caught him with his shirt off⊠it was that he caught you staring while he was sans shirt, a sheen of sweat on his chest and at the nape of his neck, muscles flexing and tensing as he labored to make your house gorgeous and well-functioning.
Harry Styles was sexy. He was kind. He was charming and funny. He was smart. And you wanted him. Wanted him in a bad way.
And the days and weeks that drew on that feeling and that lust did not falter. No, it only widened and grew strong, steady thick roots into the ground and became fortified and strengthened with every little bit of contact you had with him. You wanted him so badly you could taste it. Feel it. Smell it.
âLet me get it!â He scoffed at you as he pulled the lid from the pot that was boiling over while you were chopping the tomatoes. You told him to stay seated because you wanted him to rest, that youâd get the boiling pot. Heâd worked so hard that day (as he always did) and you knew he must be tired. But he dipped the spoon into the bubbling water and turned down the burner to lower the heat for you.
âI can help, Y/n. I know youâre just being sweet cause you think Iâm all tuckered but I donât mind. Really.â
You smiled as you sliced into the tomato, âOkay. I just want to make sure youâre not working extra. You work so hard every day and I feel like this is the least I can do for you.â
Harry pushed a soft laugh out through his nose as he placed the lid back onto the pot, âThe least you could do is pay me for my work. And that you already do. This,â he gestured around the kitchen, âIs above and beyond. Not that Iâm complaining.â
âWell, I just⊠I feel like weâre friends now and feels strange to send you home after,â you glanced at him to see that he was leaning his hip into the counter watching you in that way that he often looked at you. The one that made your skin sizzle.
When he didnât respond you glanced at him again, âThereâs a bottle of wine if you want to share? I think itâll go really nicely with this dish.â
Harry pursed his lips and nodded, âTrying to get me drunk, sweetheart?â
You chuckled in surprise and shook your head, âOf course not!â Placing the knife down you turned to him, âI was only just suggesting it if you want. I mean⊠you donât have to. I didnât think a glass would be all that badââ
âIâm teasing. Itâs okay. Iâll have some wine with you,â he laughed at the way you suddenly bristled, âWhereâs the wine opener? Iâll pour us both a glass.â
The wine turned out to be the perfect accompaniment for the pasta dish youâd made. But you knew it would be. In fact, youâd gone into town the night before to the olive oil and wine shop and selected the wine for that exact purpose after asking the owner what she thought. You werenât sure if heâd like wine or not but you liked wine and it was a really nice bottle. Which you could afford now that you had a bit of money to your name.
And Harry agreed it was good as he poured you both another glass after youâd both finished your plates.
âSo what are you writing anyway?â Harry asked as he leaned back in his chair and set his eyes on you.
âItâs a romance. You wouldnât be into it Iâm sure,â you shrugged as you sipped your wine.
âWhy are you so sure I wouldnât be into it? I love romance.â
âOh. I guess men arenât usually my target audience or prospective target audience⊠I havenât actually published anything. Sorry⊠I shouldnât assume I guess.â
âTell me what itâs about.â
You cleared your throat and shook your head, âOh⊠itâs not done. Iâm kind of too bashful to talk about it just yet.â
Harry leaned his elbows onto the table and kept his gaze on you, âOh come on⊠Tell me. I wonât judge. I want to know what kind of story youâve been working on. And then Iâll tell you a secret of my own. Howâs that sound?â
You sat your glass of wine down and licked your lips as you let your pupils take in his pretty lips, âUh⊠fineâŠâ you sighed and smiled. You wouldnât tell him the whole thing but perhaps you could just make it brief. âItâs about a woman who takes on a new adventure in life and she meets a man unexpectedly and he helps her kind of navigate her new life⊠uh⊠like they have this unspoken connection and feel quite comfortable with one another off the bat. And it leads to a whirlwind romance that ends happily ever after.â
Harry tilted his head to the side and stitched his brows together, âY/nâŠâ Harry spoke your name as if he were about to scold you, âGive me some detail. What kind of new adventure is this woman taking?â
You looked up at the ceiling and felt your neck heat up. If you told him the premise heâd figure out you were basically writing a story that was a fantasy version of what you and Harry were doing.
But you didnât want to lie and you could just tell him to drop it but you didnât want to do that either. So you gulped down the saliva in your throat and laughed as you looked at him, âShe inherits a gorgeous old house from a family member with all the money sheâd need to hire a man to help her restore the place.â
The pleased look on his face had you looking away from him and down at your empty plate in full embarrassment.
âI see. So youâve had some real-life inspiration since moving in here then.â
You nodded, a small laugh falling from your lips, âYeah.â
âAnd this man helping her restore the old house? Heâs the one she has her whirlwind, happy-ending romance with?â
You put your hands over your face, âOh my god. I mean⊠yes. Itâs just inspiration, though⊠like it wasnâtââ
Your words were cut off when you heard his chair scrape over the wooden floors and felt his hand at your back, âYou donât need to explain yourself. Itâs just a story. Wanna hear my secret now? Level out the playing field a bit here.â
You pulled your hands away from your face and looked at him. He was sitting right next to you, so close you could see the pores on his nose as he offered you a dimpled grin. His hand gently rubbed at your back.
âLevel out the playing field?â
His soft grin deepened as he slid his pupils down to your lips, âYeah. You told me something thatâs kind of a secret. If you want me to tell you a secret I will⊠kind of make it even.â
You swallowed with a nod as he moved his eyes over the expanse of your face and it felt like warmth seeping into your skin.
âSee⊠So hereâs the thingâŠâ he paused to make sure you were paying attention, âIâve been working for this insanely sweet-as-pie woman for a couple of months now. Just falling in love with every corner of the house that I touch⊠getting fed fruit and coffee every morning, sandwiches in the afternoon with lemonade and a fan to help cool me down, and then lately itâs spread into dinner⊠just me and her eating together in her kitchen, talking about nothing and everything as the sun goes down and then I go home at night alone and find myself unable to stop thinking about her and the way she laughs and the way I catch her staring at me when Iâve sweat through my shirtâŠâ
You were holding your breath as he spoke and it was making your head fuzzy and your heart thud and your skin light up as he slowly worked his hand up to the back of your neck, fingers grazing the skin⊠it felt like you were watching a movie play out before you. Like it wasnât real.
âAnd I think to myself⊠what if she feels the same way about me that I feel about her? Ya know? I mean Iâve seen the way she looks at me. That canât be an accident. And sheâs even started to ask me to stay even later after dinner to have dessert and even though my stomach is always stuffed full of the food sheâs fed me and I couldnât imagine eating another thing Iâm always tempted to stay a little longer with her. Just to see where it goes,â the pad of his finger worked up your neck as you turned your gaze down to your hand on the table, âTo find out if her dessert is just as tasty as everything else sheâs offered me. And of course, I have no doubt that it would be.â
You stayed quiet. You couldnât believe heâd just said all that. Like he was reading your story and knew what you wanted to happen next. Slowly you brought your gaze back to his and spoke shakily, âHarryâŠâ
âYou want me to stay for dessert tonight, Y/n?â You could feel the brush of his thumb along one side of your throat and the press of the pads of his fingers gently on the other side, palm flat against the back of your neck. And that question. It meant more than what he said and you both knew it.
âYes. If you want,â you swallowed and kept your eyes on his face as he lowered his gaze to your mouth again. His hand at the back of your neck tensed and you could feel him pulling at you, just the last few inches needed to brush his lips against yours in a tentative move, allowing you to breach the space completely, moving in and pressing your mouth firmly against his.
And it was everything. Warm and soft and wet and then he inhaled sharply and opened his mouth to paint his tongue over your lips and you responded in kind, using your tongue against his and you felt his free hand pull at your hip. You smoothed your hands up his strong arms and to his shoulders and your heart felt full and light all at the same time.
When you felt the fine hairs at the nape of his neck under your fingers he shifted and pulled at you, both hands gripping your hips and bringing you up out of your chair and placing your bottom on the sturdy wood of the kitchen table, the plates pushed to the side and your nearly empty glass of wine wobbled in its spot as he kept his mouth over yours and he fit himself between your legs.
âAlways wearing pretty skirts and dresses for me, arenât you?â His lips traveled down your jaw and pressed over the skin on your pulse point, âBeen teasing me this whole timeâŠâ slow pecks down to your clavicle and then back up the other side of your neck as he planted his palms flat onto the table next to your thighs, âJust know you wanted me to see you in your panties all those times⊠acted all innocent like you didnât know you were giving me a showâŠâ
You gasped when you felt his teeth gently scrap at your jaw before pushing plush pink lips over the same spot, âHarryâŠâ you breathed out his name.
âMmm⊠love how you say my name too,â he spoke as he moved his mouth back over yours and it was game over. Teeth and tongues, and wet lips with moans as he slid a thumb under the hem of your dress to glide up your thigh. He pressed himself in further, making you lay back on the table, your saltshaker and napkin holder tipping over as he ran his hands up your sides.
âIs this what you wanted? All this time, Y/n?â
You moaned as he began to pepper his kisses down your neck once again, your body lighting up with every touch and whisper into your skin.
âYesâŠâ
âYeah,â he looked up at you with his hands firm around your waist before he moved them down to push at your skirt, shoving the material up your thighs, âAnd what about this? Is this what you want too?â
You pushed yourself up by your elbows and nodded, âYeahâŠâ
Harry grinned as his fingers found your panties and he tucked his middle fingers into the band, âWanna give me my dessert now?â
His light jade eyes were sparkling as he waited for your nod of approval, the small yes you peeped out had him tearing your panties down your legs, left to drape off your left foot as he pushed your thighs apart and moaned, âItâs the only dessert Iâve wanted since you first started offering. Smells so good too,â he dropped his mouth to the inside of your plush thigh and ran his big palms upward on the underside of your thighs to press your legs back and you gurgled a moan as you watched him dip down and tongue at your pussy, his wet muscle slicking upward from your entrance to your clit and then repeated, and repeated, over and over as he kept his eyes on yours until you were so slick he was barely making contact with your skin⊠your arousal had coated your pussy and his tongue in a thick layer.
âFuck me⊠sweetheart⊠youâre gonna give me a toothache with all this sweet juiceâŠâ he spoke mindlessly as he lapped at you. He brought a hand down to your pussy, running his fingers through your crease as he pressed his tongue to your clit and kissed it, bringing it delicately into his mouth with a gentle slurp.
âAhh! Harry!â You reached down to pull at his hair as your back arched up and your head fell back into the wood.
The moment Harry felt your grip on his hair he spread your pussy with his fingers and drove a digit inside, curling it in and brushing against the spot you loved to focus on when you fingered yourself, making your body shiver.
Your table was rattling from the movements you were making, the lewd act causing the wooden legs to shift and give slightly as Harry ate your pussy and moaned at your taste.
âGonna let me have some every night now?â His words came out watery, and slurred as he continued working to get you off, âGonna let me take care of you the way youâve been taking care of me?â
You cried out in a gurgle when you felt another finger press inside as he flattened his tongue over your pussy, âYes!â
Harry grinned into your pussy. Seemed all you could say at that point was a combination of yes and Harry. He loved how you were responding to him. Like it was all you ever wanted.
When he felt you roll your hips up and grind into his mouth he pressed your thigh down and dug in harder, flicking his eyes up at you from time to time, watching the way your chest rose and fell heavy, how your lips were dropped wide open with your eyes closed.
âYâshaking so hard, sweetheart. You can come if you need to,â he slid his fingers into the last knuckle and back out as he spoke, lips grazing your wet clit as he did so, âYouâve been so good to me, you deserve a treat tooâŠâ
Your brain was in a fog, a haze that made it hard to hear or make sense of his words as your orgasm tiptoed its way through your tummy and down into your core, slowly sliding its way through your organs until it burst out of you and your limbs stiffened as you pressed Harryâs face into your pussy and moaned his name so loudly Harry figured it was a good thing you didnât have any neighbors close by to hear what could sound like someone being attacked.
But in a way, you were being attacked. Harryâs lips and his tongue and his fingers ravaged you through your orgasm, never letting up or stopping until you gasped and pushed at him as you sat up with wet lips, burning cheeks, and dark eyes, âOh god, Harry!â
The dirty smirk on his face was pure sex as he pulled his fingers out of your sticky pussy and slid you from the table, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your room, his mouth on yours.
You began to squeak in protest as he lifted you and started up the stairs and you were certain it was too much weight or that heâd drop you but he was solid and strong and moved with ease, holding you tight under your bottom with one hand and his other at your mid back until he laid you on your bed with a bounce.
Harry began to pull his jeans down his strong legs and you watched as he undressed. It was the first time youâd seen his bottom half but just as his chest and shoulders and abs did not disappoint, neither did his masculine, well-muscled thighs and buttocks. The man was in incredible shape, thanks to good genes and hard manual labor you assumed.
When Harry peeled his shirt off over his head, the curls were pushed upward and he was left standing in your bedroom looking like a man ready to ransack your body with wild hair, tight boxer briefs hiding an erection that looked quite sizable.
Silently he kneed onto the bed between your legs and pushed your dress out of the way, âLet me see you, sweetheart. Is that okay?â
You helped him bring the dress off over your head and immediately reached up to unpluck your bra, the clasp at the front that once undone had your tits bursting out.
âHoly, fuckâŠâ Harry dove down to your breasts, lapping and squeezing at each one and you placed your fingers back into his hair as if it were their new home. The length was perfect to grip onto.
He pushed himself up as he cupped your tits together and kept his eyes on your flesh and nipples with mouth dropped open, âGoddamn, sweetheartâŠâ He dipped down again, wetting the skin all around your breasts with his lips and tongue until you bucked upward and your wet pussy kissed his belly button.
Popping off from your nipple he looked down at you underneath his large frame and smoothed his hands down your sides and over your tummy then to your hips. He thumbed at your clit and looked up at you, not an ounce of humor on his face, âI can eat your pussy all night. Want my mouth again?â He licked his lips.
âWant to feel it, HarryâŠâ you breathed out.
âWant to feel my mouth again?â
You moaned and slid your palm down his chest and felt the bit of hair on his pecs tickle your skin, âYour cock.â
âIs that right? Sweetheart wants her handyman to stuff her full tonight?â Now you could see the small smirk on his face as he looked at your tits and then back up to your eyes.
âI want you to stuff me full, Harry. I want to feel it.â
Harry wet his lips again as he moaned at your words and tore his boxer briefs down his thighs and to the floor.
He sat back onto his haunches, eyes on yours as he held himself at his base. His thick ruddy tip smooth and ready to pierce into your cunt had you groaning, âPlease.â
âYou wanna be my girl, Y/n? Be mine? Cause I donât fuck unless I know I can keep coming back. I donât do casual, sweetheart.â
You shook your head, âI donât either. Iâll be yours. Your girl.â
âYou sure? You want to date a small-town handyman, make me dinner every night, and get fucked into this soft bed until youâre passed out?â
âOh my god, Harry,â you moaned and nodded, âYes. PleaseâŠâ
Harry scooted in toward you, and his massive cock was just throbbing before your eyes. That thing was going to do some damage to you but you would happily receive it. Take it every night like he said, looked forward to feeling how much heâd fill you up and how deep heâd get, how much itâd ache when he pounded into you.
His hand slid behind your neck, fingers wrapping around the back side as he hovered over you, âPussyâs so little, sweetheart. Might need to hold on at first okay?â
The dimple popping into his cheek told you he was playing with you. And while, yes, he was quite large, that bulbous tip and thick shaft would definitely be felt entering you, there was no question itâd tuck nicely into your slippery walls.
You gripped his biceps as you kept your eyes focused on his. He glided his fat tip through your pussylips with the slushy wet sound of your arousal coating his cock, drenching his leaking slit until he was sticking the crown at your opening, his lips parted as he pressed into your muscle and penetrated you slowly.
âMmm⊠fuck me, sweetheart,â his voice was hiked up a notch in a whine as he clenched his teeth upon entry, âYâmine now? Yeah?â
You nodded and whimpered, âHarry⊠oh god Iâm yoursâŠâ
Harry nodded with you, his eyes focused on your face as he opened you up, and spread you apart inch by inch. When heâd gotten in halfway he reared himself back, that wide tip sliding out of your cunt just before he pressed himself back in, nudging in deeper. The intrusion was all-consuming. Harryâs hard cock was long and thick. But of course, it was. A man like him with a body like that⊠But it was his demeanor that had tipped you off at the beginning that he had a big dick. That personality that oozed with natural confidence.
âOh, my fuck!â You wailed as he drove into you again, this time with a bit of force that had his hips grinding into yours.
âYeah? Itâs big in there isnât it? Need me to be gentle?â
You could just see it in his eyes. He did not want to be gentle. The man above you, fucking into you was holding himself back. He was taking it easy for your sake. But you wanted him to ruin you. Wanted your pussy wrecked by that thick cock, needed to let him have his way with your body so he could get off.
âNo⊠fuck me like you want. HarryâŠâ you whimpered his name as you cupped his jaw, stubble scraping your palm as he slowly thrust into you, âMake me yours. Show me how you do it.â You wanted to feel his strength. Wanted to know what it felt like to have him completely destroy your pussy.
Harry let out a deep groan then hissed as he ground into your cunt, his cock grazing that achy spot deep inside that you knew was gonna be bruised once he was done with you, âDonât want to hurt your cute little pussy, Y/n. Can already feel Iâm in as deep as I can go.â
âHarry, make me yours. Please.â
âFuckâŠâ he gritted out as he adjusted his knee placement, lifting himself with his thighs and readying his position to rail into you like you wanted. He pulled your hands up and placed your palms onto his lats as he leaned over you, âHold on here. Tell me to stop if itâs too much.â
You gripped your fingers into the muscle of his back and felt him flexing as he drew his long cock back and bucked in with one harsh thrust. The wind nearly knocked from your lungs as he did it again. He was still taking it easy. Long heavy strokes into your guts, hips slapping into yours in thuds until he got into a rhythm and your high-pitched moans told him you were loving it.
Soon your bed was loudly creaking, the mattress springs bouncing heavy and his balls were whacking into your bum. Wet patting of skin colliding and heavy pants filled the room.
âLike this?â He gritted as his pelvis repeatedly smashed into your clit filling your veins with damp mushy heat as your pussy clamped over him.
âFffffuuuâŠâ you cried out. Not a word but an answer. You did like it. Every time he filled you to the brim with his fat cock and your pussy parted for him, spreading apart to accommodate his hefty girth it brought you closer and closer to the precipice.
Harry choked out a moan when he felt his own orgasm edge toward the brink slowly. The way you gripped around him, the perfect warm and wet hole attached to the sweetest thing heâd ever met made his heart thrash in his chest harshly.
He couldnât believe that he was getting to fuck you. That you promised to be his. That things had worked out the way they had. Because heâd started falling for you since day one. He had been impressed that you wanted to salvage the old house and to him, that meant you were already special. A city girl with a heart of gold who didnât mind getting her hands dirty. And when you told him you ripped out some of the rotted boards from the porch on your own his cock twitched in his pants. The image in his mind of you doing that was hot.
And as the days and weeks went on he learned more about you and he became obsessed with making everything in the house just perfect for you. He often daydreamed of living in it with you. Getting to see you every day after work with a kid or two running around. While it was too early to think about all that, he couldnât help it. Harry was a sincere and deeply emotional man who prized deep connections and love over everything. Heâd never been able to do casual.
He was brought back to the moment when your face began to screw up in pleasure and your punched breaths began to grow into loud moans with every snap of his hips.
You, on the other hand, were thinking of nothing but that big cock sliding through your insides and ramming into your depths, your tummy aching at the stretch and the way he filled you so completely. Your brain was empty as he sliced through you, fucking you down into your soft blankets as his chest and arms and shoulders tensed.
âOoohh, sweetheart⊠like that yeah? That what you need? Right there?â
Your arousal had dripped from your hole and drenched your ass and the blanket under you, your gushy wetness slopped out with every push of his cock into your pussy.
Harry could feel your thighs quivering and shaking as you started to arch into him, loud bursts of moans belted from your lungs on each plunge.
Harry was losing his mind at the noises you were making and how good you felt squeezing around him, âGonna have to move myself in here so I can have you like this every day⊠look at you taking me so well⊠fucking creaming all over meâŠâ his string of consciousness continued as he railed into you deeply and you felt your insides snap suddenly, your orgasm erasing all working thoughts from your brain.
âYes! Fuuuuck! Yes! I need you!â
âNeed you too, Y/n. I fucking need you baby⊠come all over me, show me how good that is⊠fuck⊠fuckâŠâ Harry clenched his jaw as you squelched around him, your slippery hole clenching so hard you nearly pushed him out but he was stronger as he continued to pound into you, bringing you through your ecstasy until he couldnât go another moment without coming.
He began unloading into you, heavy, thick pumps of come filled your insides as he coughed out a groan and stilled his hips with your pussy milking him, pussy fluttering and squeezing every drop from his long shaft. Youâd both lost your good senses in that moment. No thought about what was responsible or reasonable, it was only about how good it felt to be connected, new lovers enjoying one another and not giving a damn about the consequences.
Harryâs mouth pressed into yours and he moaned sloppily against your wet lips, bodies throbbing and shaking and lungs gasping for air as you wrapped your legs around his waist and hummed in bliss.
Harryâs heart was going wild as he dropped his chest to yours and licked into your mouth, one final push of his cock into your cervix for good measure, pressing his come deeper yet.
âOh my god,â you breathed out in a mumble as his lips still smeared against yours.
âI knowâŠâ he responded with his eyes closed as he continued kissing you.
Your fingers wound into his hair and he rolled you both to your sides, still connecting and simmering and reeling.
âI think now you have to stay,â you parted from the kiss and looked at him with a small smile. Hoping heâd agree to it. You werenât ready to let him go home yet.
âWasnât planning on going anywhere. Youâll have to forcibly remove me from you now.â
You giggled and cupped his cheeks, âGood. Means you arenât gonna be leaving then.â
Harryâs soft smile and his big hands on you felt like home. More than anything had before. The old house was your home, yes, but ever since Harry walked into your life you were a changed woman.
âSo youâre mine now? Can I call you my girlfriend?â
You puffed out a laugh through your nose, âOf course. Long as I can call you my boyfriend.â
âOf course. Been dreaming about it since I first met you.â
You licked your lips, âYeah? Guess we both wasted a lot of time beating around the bush didnât we?â
Harry shook his head, âNahh⊠we didnât waste time. Every moment spent with you was exactly what was supposed to happen. Got to know you real well. Got to learn all kinds of things about you. I feel like the way it happened wasnât supposed to happen any other way.â
You nodded and bit your lip. He was probably right. The time you two spent chatting and flirting and getting to know one another slowly made you both open up and feel more comfortable in each otherâs presence. And it all led to that very moment right there in your bed.
âIt wasnât supposed to happen any other way.â
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If you noticed, in the last week or so, the daily reports of the number of Palestinians killed in Gaza would average ~120. And as grotesque as it sounds, I do feel like people for the most part have grown unaffected by the numbers. The reason I say this now comes from the fact that what was circulating the most in the past week was how all of Gaza is functioning on 6 ambulances or how all of 36 hospitals in Gaza are destroyed (which isn't entirely true). This honestly proves that while we need consistent advocacy, people do crave shock value even if misdirected unfortunately.
Not sure what the best way would be to tell all of you that every single Palestinian killed by Israel is one life too many and genocide does not have a specific threshold of number of people killed per day to qualify as such.
We need to be loud about Palestine and we need to be consistent. Make no mistake, this genocide might drag on for many reasons but at the end of the day, those who are facilitating it are counting on people losing momentum.
"Mm... Baby." He laughed darkly, smearing his thumb over her cheek. "Can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that." His rocking thrusts were moving the bed, her orgasm drawn out with each thrust. He'd made her finish around him already, his own end getting close... but she wouldn't budge. She'd said he could go bare, but pull out- but that isn't what she wanted anymore.
She shook her head, tightening her legs around his hips. It was impossible to think straight when he was inside of her. His thrusts stayed at the same pace, eyes glued to her as she squeezed him both with her thighs and her cunt. He let out a deep groan, fingers holding her chin. "Use your words, sweetheart. Or m'gonna have to stop. M'close." His voice was slightly slurred from the pleasure but god, he was firm about it.
"Don't. Please don't." She pleaded, nails grazing down his flexed back. The blades of his shoulders could be felt with each push in, her body still sensitive and close to another orgasm. "I take it back, I want it. Please, I need it." Her sticky lips pouted up at him. Surely, the girl was a mess. Hot and sweaty, hair stuck to her face and spit on her chin. "Want to feel you inside me. Please?" It was their first time not using a condom and fuck if it wasn't incredible. She felt so connected, so raw and needy with him. Of course it had always felt good, but being able to feel every inch, every ridge and vein, the knowledge that she was soaking his cock properly? It made her a bit crazy. "Please, Daddy."
The groan that left his mouth was exactly what she wanted, his eyes boring into hers as his jaw clenched. That nickname, the honorific, it got him every single time. "Filthy fucking thing. Love you so much, but you're playing dirty." He pressed a punishing kiss to her mouth as his thrusts began to lose their tempo. "Driving me crazy. Dunno how I lived without you before, without this." His nose brushed hers. "So pretty like this. Wrapped around my cock, letting me take you bare... Messy face." He loved every bit. "Love making you feel good. Your eyes always glaze over when you cum, and I can see it in your face. Fuck me." His mouth ghosted hers as his brows knitted together, feeling her pull her legs tighter around him.
"Give me your cum." She whispered against his lips."I want it inside me. Want to feel you there, want it to leak out of me. Please?" Little pecks began to be pressed to his lips. "Please, please, please... Own me, Daddy. Make me yours."
Harry was a goner, especially after that. He could feel the final thread snap, his mouth falling open and a loud moan left his swollen lips while she suckled on his bottom one, letting go inside of her. Cock pulsing as he painted her cunt white, unloading inside of her as his arms shook a little bit. "Oh my god..." He choked, thrusting once more to bury as deep as he could. "You're going to kill me."
