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Uuuhm my friend recommended this to me and at first I was skeptical because I mean look at the warnings. But they were like "you'll like it im sure!"

Sooooo they were right😅 I loved it and the ending just gave me stockholm syndrome vibes

BEFORE YOU ARE READING THIS MASTERPIECE LOOK AT THE WARNINGS ABOVE. It's not everyones cup of tea, I know but I warned you.

Mint Chocolate Chip*

Summary: the attractive older man that frequents the ice cream shop you work at has been making dark plans for you and when he finally gets you where he wants you, you’re easier to break than he imagined or Harry kidnaps you and keeps you hidden away and corrupts you

A/N: ⚠️ This is dark!Harry and this story isn't for everyone. Harry is a kidnapper and if you don't like dub con this won't be for you. Please move on if you don't enjoy this sort of content. ⛔️ 12k words

Pairing: Dark Kidnapper!Harry + Innocent Virgin!Reader

Warning: Dubious Consent, smut (oral f & m receiving), kidnapping, manipulation, age gap, captor/captive theme, psychological behavior control

You felt cute today. Picked out a great outfit, your new shoes were broken in perfectly now, hair was behaving, and it was a good skin day. So it came as no surprise when you were stopped on the street as you were headed to the café to meet your boyfriend.

A man in a white van had has window rolled down and was trying to get your attention. At first you ignored him but then when he lightly tapped his horn and spoke again you heard an accent that sounded vaguely familiar so you slowed your stride and turned your head to look.

He was a familiar face, someone who frequented the ice cream shop you worked at. He’d always order a scoop of of mint chocolate chip in a cake cone. He’d come in a few times each week. You didn’t know his name but you and all the girls all found him quite dreamy. He was tall with tattoos, dark fluffy hair styled in a classic high swept up look, and always wearing necklaces and rings. His eyes were green and he had deep dimples on his cheeks when he’d smile at you and wink. And he was British.

You waved at the man, not having ever heard his name before, but you wouldn’t forget his face. Changing your direction you jogged toward his van to say a proper hello as it seemed like he really wanted to get your attention.

“Hey! Sorry I didn’t know it was you trying to get my attention.” You say as you stand a foot from his window.

He puts his tattooed arm out the window and waves back, “Yeah, saw you walking and thought I’d say hi. Just wanted to make sure you’re alright out here by yourself.” He smiled that famous grin, dimples and all, and you couldn’t help when your face heated and you giggled.

“I’m fine! I’m not a child you know.” You clasp your hands in front of you and turn around to look at the cafe. You figured your boyfriend could wait a few more minutes.

“Oh, I know you’re not a child, kitten.” His eyes slid down your frame and then back to your face and smirked, “But you’re still a beautiful young woman out, all by herself. Headed anywhere I could give you a lift to?”

You faltered for a moment and nearly passed out when he called you beautiful. It felt a little dirty but you wouldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t enjoy him saying it to you. You had just turned 18 a few days prior and this man had to be in his late 20s.

You turned around again to take in the view of the entrance of the cafe and motioned toward the shop, as you turned back to look at the man, “Uh, no. That’s okay. I’m actually just going into that cafe to meet my boyfriend.”

The smile immediately fell from his face into something like disappointed surprise. You saw his lips move but couldn’t hear what he he said, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” You stepped closer to the van so maybe you could hear him better as he was parked right next to the sidewalk.

He held his finger up as he began doing something and looking down at his lap, “Just a couple more seconds, hold on…” when he finished whatever he was doing he looked into his rear view mirrors, stuck his head out of the window and looked behind you and then up the street before leaving the driver seat and then reappearing where the passenger sliding door opened up. You just stood still watching in confusion as he hopped down from the open side door and walked up to you in haste.

Suddenly his hands were all over you, and then after only two or three seconds of him easily overpowering you he put a cloth over your mouth and plucked you from the ground. And then there was nothing but black.

When you woke you felt heavy and your head was pounding. Your first thought was that you’d just woken from a hangover. You weren’t really a partier. Sometimes you’d join your boyfriend at house parties but for the most part you’d rather do other things with your time. And because of that you’d only ever had a handful of hangovers.

You groaned as you pried your eyes open but it was dark in your room and lifting your limbs felt almost impossible. You turned your head to the side and attempted lifting your arm to reach out for your cellphone so you could see the time but when you finally were able to lift your arm that felt as heavy as a cinder block, there was nothing there. Your nightstand gone. You turned your head to the other side and lifted your other arm with the same results.

Your mouth was like cotton, and you really felt like you must have been having the worst hangover of your life. Or maybe you were even dying. This felt worse than a hangover. You were first and foremost confused about what time it was, where you were exactly, what had happened before you got here, and were you even awake?

Then your whole body ached like you’d fallen down a flight of stairs or something. You couldn’t understand why your limbs felt so heavy or why the idea of pushing yourself up from the bed seemed impossible.

Long minutes stretched on and time seemed like something made up. You felt yourself fall in and out of sleep, for maybe minutes, or hours, or days even. The room remained dark and your foggy brain and heavy limbs were not connecting. It was easier to succumb to sleep than it was to think or move. So, sleep won out over your body and consciousness over and over again.

“Time to eat, pretty girl. Open those eyes for me. Come on.” You began to rouse with the sound of a voice. Your limbs still felt like stone and your head ached. You didn’t want to open your eyes or eat. Sleep continued to call to you.

But you weren’t allowed more sleep. You felt a hand over your arm and the pressure of being rocked, “Come on. I can tell you’re awake now. Open those pretty eyes up. Want to see you.”

The more the voice continued to speak and the hand continued to push at your arm to rock you, the more your consciousness roused.

“Come on little girl. Let me see you. You’re so pretty with your eyes closed but you’re an angel when I can see you looking at me. Let’s see those eyes. Hmm?”

You remembered his voice. You remembered he likes mint chocolate chip. And his smile. The British accent. You could smell something, toast maybe.

You groaned as you forced your lids open and your eyes finally fell onto the man. Your foggy brain couldn’t piece it all together right away but you were sure something was off. Unless you were still dreaming, which seemed far more likely.

“Hey. You’re awake there. Finally. Didn’t realize you’d be out for so long. Came and checked on you quite a lot. Started to get worried a bit.”

You tried to speak but your throat was dry and you just wanted water to soothe it.

The man helped you sit up right, your full weight in his arms as he slid you to sit with your back against something so you were upright. He lifted a glass of water with a straw to your mouth and you immediately livened up at the feel of water in your mouth and your throat.

You pulled at the straw, sucking in relief over your throat. You gasped when you’d gotten a bit too much and coughed a bit but you tried to reach for the straw with your mouth again, only the man had already moved the glass away.

“That’s enough for now. You’ve been out for a while and we should take it slow. Here, I’ve got some peanut butter toast too.”

He lifted the toast up to your mouth and you opened to take a bite. You chewed it lazily and closed your eyes. The water in your system provided you with relief and your brain started to work things in order again. You swallowed the bite of toast and the man placed it at your lips again but you didn’t want anymore toast. You weren’t feeling hungry.

He spoke to you about something you didn’t understand. About pissing in his van and your boyfriend being worried about you. About how you wouldn’t need to finish high school and your parents would be okay without you. About how you were his now and he’d take care of you.

All of his confusing words were nonsense to you. When he’d cleaned everything up and leaned down to kiss your forehead he left the room and closed the door behind him. You were sat in silence in the small room, but this time the room was lit.

You looked around and slowly your body came to life. Your limbs felt lighter, your body ached less, your headache was still there but it wasn’t so intense anymore. You sat up and rubbed over your thighs and looked down at your clothes. You were wearing a white cotton sleep dress, which was not yours.

The room you were in was bare. White walls, no windows, a light at the center of the ceiling, a small wood table in the corner with a roll of toilet paper on top and a ceramic pot next to the table. The bed you were in with had white sheets and blanket in the center of the room. A black door with a small square window at the top where the man exited. The floor appeared to be smooth cement.

You eventually swung your legs over the edge of the bed and gently placed your feet onto the cool floor. You stood up, a bit wobbly at first and walked toward the door. You found that there was no handle to pull or twist which would get you out. You knocked at the door and peered out of the window but the window was only a reflection of yourself – you were unable to see through it to the other side.

You turned around and scanned the room again. There was nothing else in the room for you other than what you’d seen. You turned back to the door and began pounding now.

“Hey! What’s going on here? Please! Anyone?” You balled your fist and pounded the door as hard as you could and then waited for anything. But there was no sound from the other side and no one came to open the door for you.

You pounded your fist into the door again, which you found to be some sort of metal, “Can you hear me? I need to go to the bathroom! Please! Is anyone there?”

Nothing. No one came for you. You pounded at the door for some time more and shouted but no one appeared.

You gave up eventually, tears of frustration falling from your eyes and plopped down onto the bed. You really did have to pee.

You laid back onto the bed and scanned over the ceiling again and then you noticed a small black box near the lightbulb at the center of the room with a red light. It was tiny, but you figured maybe this was some sort of camera perhaps.

You sat up and waived toward the center of the ceiling and spoke out into the room, “Hey! Can you hear me? Please? I need to go to the bathroom. And I’m still so thirsty. My throat hurts. I’m so confused. I don’t know what’s going on. Help me, please.”

When enough time had passed that you knew no one was coming you laid back down and tried to piece everything together. Your current state was making it difficult to focus on what happened and how you got to this point.

The more you thought about things, the harder it was to concentrate as you had to pee quite badly. Your bladder was screaming to be released and you decided you couldn’t wait any longer. The pot near the table would have to do.

When you emptied your bladder you used the conveniently placed toilet paper. Wiping yourself (you’d made sure to turn away from what you thought was a camera) your brain suddenly began to slot things into place. This was no coincidence that there was a pot in this small room next to toilet paper. This pot was meant for you to use for this purpose.

You paced around the room and wracked your brain to think about what happened before this. What were you doing?

You tried to remember the last thing that happened. You recalled wearing your new shoes and going to see your boyfriend at the café. But not much else was registering. You remembered the man saying your boyfriend was probably worried.

Then he spoke about you not needing to finish high school. And your parents… And you pissed in his van… and you were his.

Nothing made sense. You sat down in the corner of the room, opposite the pot.

You were walking to meet your boyfriend. You were happy. It was nearing evening.

Then things began to filter in little by little. You remembered someone shouting at you. You ignored it at first but then it was the man. The attractive one that you knew liked mint chocolate chip ice cream. The one who gave you water and peanut butter toast and told you the things you weren’t quite understanding just yet.

He called you a beautiful young woman as he sat in his van and it made you feel giddy. Dirty. He said you pissed in his van – you couldn’t recall pissing in a van ever.

He looked up and down the street before getting out of the side of his van and… what else? Tattoos, cologne, scratchy carpet, a sticky sweet scent on your face, darkness…

It was all you could put together but the understanding dawned on you as your bleary brain cleared. You seem to have been kidnapped by the attractive man who liked mint chocolate chip ice cream. You swallowed hard and felt yourself begin to cry more. You put your head into your hands and sobbed. You weren’t completely sure that was what happened but as the moments went on and your scattered mind pieced itself back into place that seemed like the likely scenario here.

“HEY!!!” You shouted as you stood up, now pissed off. “HEY!” You stomped around the room, your feet barely making a sound as the flesh smacked onto the smooth cement below you.

“HEY!!!” Tears burned down your face as you started just screaming. Screaming and crying. You wanted to get his attention. You needed answers. You pounded at the door again, for minutes on end until your palms and fists were sore. You rubbed over you hands to soothe them and screamed as loud as you could. Hoping to annoy him into coming to you.

Suddenly the door swung open and he was there, closing it behind him with a clank.

“Darling, no one can hear you and not even I can unless I’m sitting near my computer watching you. You’re wasting your breath and your energy by screaming and acting out.”

“Look, mister. I don’t know why I’m here or what this is but I think you need to let me go.” You were overheated and confused and your head was pounding. You couldn’t understand why he was keeping you in this room.

“Sassy… kind of hot, but annoying mostly. You can call me Harry, though. Mister seems so… informal? Kind of ages me a bit.”

“I don’t care!” You shouted at him and stomped your feet before closing the space between you so you could shove at him. You weren’t a violent person but you were losing your mind and you were starting to panic. What you didn’t know, was that while you weren’t normally violent, Harry tended to be on occasion and the method he used to capture you was a bit violent and forceful so your cute little tantrum would do nothing to deter him.

When your hands came into contact with his chest he grasped onto your forearms painfully hard and spun you around so that your arms were crossed over your chest and your back was to him. He leaned down to your ear to speak, “That’s not wise, little one.”

You tried elbowing at him and started to scream again but he simply grasped both your wrists in one hand and with the over he covered your mouth and began walking you toward the bed. You struggled but it was useless. Harry was so much larger and far stronger than you.

When he stood you in front of the bed, he spoke to you again, his lips at your ear, hot breath traveling down your neck, “If you act like a brat, you’ll be treated as one. If you are a good girl, I’ll reward you.” You stood still but tried leaning away from him as he spoke to you, but his grip only got tighter and you groaned in pain into his palm.

Harry laughed and spoke again, “Which means if you try to resist me, it’ll only be worse. Do as I say and you’ll get good things like a good girl. Do bad things I’ll give you bad things.” You stayed still and waited for him to either speak again or release the palm over you mouth. You didn’t know what to do but struggling was useless, clearly.

“Good. Now, if I remove my hand from your mouth, will you be a good girl for me? Hmm?” He squeezed you to his body and you could feel his lips on the shell of you ear. You swallowed hard and nodded into his palm, hoping he could understand you were going to be good. You just needed to get your grounding and being on his bad side was not helpful to you.

“Good.” He removed his palm from you mouth and released his grip on your wrists and pointed to the bed, “Sit.” You looked at his hand next to you pointed toward the bed and complied, sitting down quickly as you looked up at him to wait for his next move.

Harry smiled and walked toward the pot on the floor and then looked back to you before walking back and sitting next to you on the bed, it squeaking under his weight.

“You were smart enough to understand to use the pot for your bathroom. I’ll clean it before the night’s up since you’re being good. I’ll also give you a pass for your attitude today. It’s a difficult thing to get used to this, but you will eventually. In fact, the nicer you are to me, the nicer I’ll be to you. Before you know it, you’ll be living on the main floor with me. You’ll have your own room with a soft bed, windows, radio, notebooks and markers, whatever little things you want. The better you are to me, the more things you’ll deserve and the better our relationship will get.”

You watched him speak and it seemed so odd to you that this man, Harry as he called himself, was doing this. He was so attractive and seemed so nice and calm. Plus the dimples he displayed whenever he’d smile were adorable which confused you more.

“Did you understand me, kitten?” He leaned toward you and pushed your hair behind your ear and brushed your cheekbone with his fingers softly. His eyes were mesmerizing and it was odd to feel any kind of trust in him because you knew that what he’d done was bad and you were not in a good situation.

But you nodded at him, nonetheless. Wanting to keep him here and wanting to be good so he could give you more answers. But you were nervous to speak just yet, not knowing if he wanted you to say anything.

“So, I’ll give you some rules to start with. No more brat-attitude. It does you no good. That pot, the one you pissed in you earlier, that’s your toilet until I can trust you to live nicely with me. Once you’ve earned my trust I’ll give you your own bedroom with your own bathroom. It depends on you how long that will take. I will assist you in a daily bath until you can have your own room. So, in a bit, I’ll be bringing you upstairs with me to take a bath.”

Your eyes widen. You couldn’t take a bath in front of him! “But, that’s… I can’t. Please…” you shake your head in worry.

Harry shushes you and gently takes one of your hands into his, “Sweetheart, you will. You smell like a piss a bit. Remember when I told you that you pissed in my van? Yeah, that’s why you’re wearing a night dress. You pissed on your jeans and little panties. So, anyway, I’ve already seen what you look like naked. And you’re absolutely divine, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” He strokes his fingers over you knuckles.

You choked on a cough and looked down at your lap recalling what he’d said vaguely the first time he told you that you’d peed in his van, and touched the white night gown you were in.

Harry squeezed at your hand again, “I’ll come down and give you food on a regular schedule until, as mentioned before, I can trust you to live on the main level with me and then you’ll have free reign in the kitchen to eat when you like. Except for dinner, which we will eat together every night.”

Your eyes met his gaze again and he was looking at you with such care and softness that it couldn’t be real. The situation didn’t match his own demeanor toward you, nor the way he looked at you. It was wrong. This whole situation.

“I’m also going to want you to keep me company in bed. I think you and I are a perfect match. I’ve been following you for a while so I already know a few things about you. And I can’t go on much longer without having you how I want.”

You gasp and shake your head. You had never done anything beyond letting your boyfriend finger you. You’d never even touched a prick. “What do you mean, in bed?” You finally spoke with a shaky voice. You thought you knew what he meant but you wanted him to tell you plainly. Your brain was still mushy and scattered.

Harry hummed and licked his lips, “I mean sex. I’ll start off slow. I know you’re a virgin. I don’t want to ever hurt you. But I will be taking your virginity at some point in the near future. I’ll work you up to it.”

You continue to shake your head and squeeze your eyes closed and feel like you’re going to pass out. You also felt embarrassed but you didn’t know why.

Harry bought his hands up to your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “My angel. Don’t be upset. You’re gonna love it. I’m going to make it so nice for you. You’ll eventually be begging me for my cock every day, you just can’t see it yet.”

You popped your eyes open at his dirty words in disbelief. His smile was sweet and kind, just the opposite of what was really happening. Because this was sick and twisted. Dirty. You’d been kidnapped.

He stared into your eyes for a moment longer and then stood from the bed. He held a hand out for you and you didn’t take it right away. You looked up at him first and when he raised his brows at you in warning you quickly grabbed his hand to be pulled up. He led you to the door, “It’s time for a bath I think. You’ll feel better after getting all cleaned up.”

Past the door Harry led you to another doorway that led to a set of stairs. You both went up the stairs, Harry’s own hands holding onto your arms to keep you near. As soon as you’d gotten to the top of the steps he turned you into a room and closed the door behind you. It was a bathroom.

He locked the door behind him and motioned with his hand toward the toilet, “Have a seat. I’ll get your bath ready.” You do as he says and sit on the lid of the toilet as he adjusts the temperature of the water before plugging the drain and poring soap under the running water.

Harry stands back up before you, holding his hand out again. You take it and he helps you up before immediately leaning down to grasp at the hem of your white nightgown and starts pulling it upwards.

You suck in a sharp breath and close your eyes as he peels the material off your body, leaving you completely naked in front of him. You cover yourself the best you can with your hands but Harry takes your hands and holds them to your side, “Don’t cover yourself. You’re too beautiful to be ashamed of this body.”

He let go of your hands and you left them at your sides in obedience. You looked down at your toes and felt your face heat up. Harry stopped the water from running and turned back toward you, “Okay. You can get in now. Water’s the perfect temperature.”

He helped you as stepped into the tub and then sat on the toilet seat next to the tub as you settled into the water. The little bit of soap he pored into the water didn’t make many bubbles. You could easily see through the water. You breasts were barely just covered by the level of the water.

Harry didn’t remove his eyes from you when he handed you a bar of soap. He instructed you on where to clean yourself and then he gave you shampoo. Assisting you as you dipped the back of your head under water to wet it. He helped you rub your strands full of shampoo and then ran clean water from the tap to rinse. He did the same with the conditioner.

You remained quiet during the ordeal, as did Harry. He gazed over your arms and neck, the water and all he could see underneath it.

When you’d rubbed your body again with the bar of soap and rinsed, Harry stood up and reached below the water to remove the drain plug, you tucked your knees up to your body and wrapped your arms around your legs.

Harry turned to you and held his hands out to hold onto as you got out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around you and helped you dry off then he gently removed the towel from you body and lifted over your head a clean yellow nightgown, pulling it down over your body.

You felt helpless, in a daze. You were feeling very embarrassed that Harry was seeing your naked body but you didn't know what to do. You were aware that he would be doing anything he wanted and resisting him might be a bad idea. Once the nightgown was pulled over your frame you felt a bit better and you looked at Harry, bringing your own gaze over the broad construction of his torso and down to his shoes. You paused when you noticed a tenting in his pants, an obvious erection.

You squeezed your eyes closed and pretended you didn't see it. You knew what it was, your boyfriend would get a boner when he'd make out with you and then you'd let him finger you, but you'd never touched a penis before. You became lost in your mind about the prospect of touching Harry's penis, because of what he said and it had your heart racing.

After your bath, Harry brought you back down to your room and fed you dinner, then cleaned out your toilet pot before kissing your forehead and saying good night. The room was dark. Your mind raced. You couldn't sleep for a long stretch of time. You had no idea how much time passed. You could see the blinking red light from the black box at the top of the ceiling and you stared into it, wondering what Harry was doing.

Your thoughts briefly went to your parents and then to your boyfriend again but you tried to push those images away because it was too painful to wonder how they were dealing with your disappearance.

You were woken up by Harry's voice, the light above you shining into your eyes and the smell of something to eat. You don't know how long you'd been sleeping, time was no longer tangible to you without a clock and with no windows. You assumed it was morning now as Harry was here with breakfast for you.

"There she is. My beautiful angel. How did you sleep?" Harry says as he assists you in sitting up. He'd already brought the table toward the bed for you to eat at. You rub at your eyes and look around the room, almost startled by the fact that all of this is real, that you didn't wake up in your bedroom on your bed and this was all just a strange dream.

"Okay. Hard to sleep a little. I don't know what time it is or how long it took me to sleep. I'm very confused feeling down here." You wanted him to know how discombobulated you felt. Maybe he'd give you a clock or something to link you to the outside world.

"I know. It'll take some getting used to. But you'll be living with me soon enough and you'll have everything you want so you'll be able to sleep better. This is just temporary." He rubbed at your knee and gave you a look of care. Harry looked rather handsome this morning. His face was bright, his hair was floppy but it worked well on him. He wore a black t-shirt with a print and some jeans. A little bit of facial hair was coming in around the edges of his jaw and chin and upper lip.

"When can I live with you? I don't like it down here, Harry."

Harry laughed and handed you a glass of orange juice, which you drank down quickly, "Soon, I hope. I'd like you to be with me now but I don't know that that's possible. If you keep doing what you're doing and being a good girl for me like you have been, it'll be quite soon I'm sure."

That wasn't the answer you were looking for but you knew it would take a little more to get answers out of him. You settled by the table and crossed your legs under you and began to eat. Harry seemed to be a good cook, if he was the one making the food. It was a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and a bowl of chopped fruit.

With your mouth full of toast Harry began to speak, "I think tonight, we'll try something different. It can help you sleep a bit better and it'll make me quite happy as well."

Chewing the last bit of your mouthful you look at him with your brows furrowed in confusion and swallow, "Like what?" You're curious as to what his plan is to help you sleep better.

Harry breaths a laugh through his nose and looks down at his lap and then back to you as he licks his lips and you watch him drop his gaze to your neck and then to where your breasts are under the thin nightgown. You look down at what he's looking at to see that your nipples are poking through the cotton fabric. It's a bit chilly in the room and since you've no bra this was bound to happen.

Instead of covering your breasts like you normally would have done you look back up at Harry and take a spoonful of fruit and wait for him to answer. You've decided there's no good in covering yourself or being shy in front of him, even if it does make you feel embarrassed.

"How far have you gone sexually?" Harry looks directly at you and his question catches you off guard. You swallow the fruit and think about how to answer him.

"My boyfriend and I kiss a lot and sometimes he fingers me. But that's it. He kisses my stomach, and my breasts too." You have a feeling you know where this is going. You aren't sure how to feel about it.

"Okay, good. How many fingers does he use?"

"Two." You speak through a full mouth and cover your lips with your palm.

"Two? Wow. Very good. Have you ever had an orgasm." Harry crosses his ankle over his knee and you feel him brush his fingers through the back of your long hair and it feels strange but you let it happen.

"Yeah. By myself, though. You know..." you didn't want to say the word masturbate. It felt so dirty, but this whole situation was worse than that word you realized but you were still embarrassed by anything sexual, though.

"Ahh, that's the best way to explore you know?" Harry takes a deep breath and continues running his fingers through your hair and it becomes soothing after some minutes. "I want to do something kind of like what you've let your boyfriend do, well he's your ex boyfriend now. I'll take on that role from here on out."

You frown and look at the man next to you. He wants to be your boyfriend? You push your plate away as it's mostly finished and you're suddenly full, "Um... you want to be my boyfriend? How old are you?"

Harry grins and chuckles, "I'm 28. And yes, I want to be your boyfriend. I want you for myself. That's why you're here. Does that make sense?" Harry's fingers glide up the back of your neck and over the back of your skull as he continues his motions and you like it.

"I guess so. I just didn't realize... I don't know. I'm just still really confused." You swallow and Harry's very close to you. His soft green eyes are pinned to you and his smile is dimpled which makes him seem so innocent. You are surprised a little that a 28 year old man would want to do anything with an 18 year old high school student.

"It'll all start to make complete sense soon. Don't worry, baby."

"So, you want to finger me like my boyfriend did?" You look up at the curl that's fallen over his forehead and it seems strange to you that you're discussing this with him but nothing about this scenario is normal.

"Yes. And use my mouth on you as well. Maybe you could try putting your mouth on me too. See how you like it. I'll be gentle, don't worry."

You feel your mouth go dry. Just the thought of having Harry's mouth on you down there has you feeling embarrassed and warm already. You squirm in your seat and wonder what it would feel like with his pink lips on you.

"I've never done that before. Like a blow job and never had anyone's mouth anywhere near my..." you pull your lips into your mouth unable to complete the sentence.

"Don't be embarrassed with me, love. You and I are going to get very acquainted with one another. I'm going to show you a lot of things but I think tonight I'll show you how it feels to have a tongue running over you clit and lips kissing your soft pussy. You don't have to put your mouth on me if you don't want, but I'm going to make you feel very good either way. You might even have an orgasm. That's my goal. I want you coming in my mouth. I know you’ll taste absolutely delicious. And if you orgasm you'll sleep much better."

You just watch him as he looks over your face with a small smile on his lips. You look at his lips and imagine them on you and then as he licks his lips you see his pink tongue glide over his bottom lip and it feels wrong. It feels wrong because you'll be cheating on your boyfriend. You are curious about what Harry can do. Your 18 year old hormones are in high gear and you've always wanted to go further with your boyfriend but he always stops you. You've palmed over his pants when he'd get an erection but he always pushes you away and never wants you to do more.

You've been frustrated with your boyfriend for the past couple of months because of this. Your best friend and her boyfriend have already had sex and it's all she talks about. You really wanted to have sex but it's just not happened yet. Your boyfriend is also a Christian and a good boy, by all standards. He's told you he'd rather wait until you're married but you don't share the same beliefs with him and so you've been relying a lot on your fingers and a smooth, rounded tip tube that is meant to case a few pens and pencils but it's only ever been used to push inside of you while you finger over your pussy.

Just imagining the feel of the orgasm you get when you have the tube inside of you makes you clench and you gulp as you watch Harry and he continues to lightly brush his fingers over you neck and through your hair.

He's handsome and he's been really nice to you. You don't think you'll mind having him show you a few things. In fact, when he's moving the table back into its corner and gathering your plate and juice glass you stop him before he can leave the room.

"Um, Harry?" You stand from the bed.

Harry turns to you with eye brows raised, "Yes, honey?"

You let the warmth of that nickname wash over you for a second before speaking, "When are you coming back?"

Harry smiles at you, "Soon. I'll be back around lunchtime and then we can talk a little more." He turns and leaves with that.

You are left alone once again in the bare room with the piss pot and the bed in the center under the light and what is probably a camera.

You lie down on your back and stare up at the box. You start thinking about the things Harry said and then you're mind goes to thinking about your boyfriend and how when you'd start feeling horny you'd grab his hand so he could touch you between your legs. He didn't mind kissing you and fingering you but that's as far as he'd go. Once you tried to sit on his lap and dry hump him and you barely started to get into it when he moved you off of him. It'd embarrassed you for feeling the way you did. You were somewhat ashamed of how much you wanted it when you're boyfriend did not.

But Harry seems to want you more than your boyfriend does. Your imagination runs wild for a little while, you've nothing better to do in this boring room. When you feel yourself start to become aroused from just imagining things you decide to stand up and walk around the room to cool off. You pace back and forth for some time. You have no idea how long you pace for. Your grasp on time is faded and intangible.

Harry came to you with lunch and he told you the time of day. He talked about how he doesn't have a regular 9-5 job, but that he does contract work remotely so he can always be home with you. He was very sweet toward you and even took you in his arms to hug you tightly before leaving you in your room again. He left a toothbrush and toothpaste for you as well and you were happy to be able to brush the nasty taste from your mouth. You used your piss pot to spit into and felt better. He promised to come back at dinner to feed you and then you he'd give you another bath after.

Waiting for Harry's return seemed to drag on forever. You began to look forward to seeing him and talking with him. You read all the print on the toothpaste tube and brushed your teeth again out of sheer boredom. You paced, you lay on your bed and imagined scenarios to keep your mind occupied.

When Harry arrived with dinner it was roasted tomato pasta with cheese and a hunk of bread. For dessert there was a chocolate chip cookie and to drink, lemonade. You learned that Harry was the one making all the food for you himself. He watched you eat and spoke to you about trips you two might take in the future.

Then it was bath time. This bath was very similar to the previous one. Harry helped you with everything but he never touched you sexually, and this time, he barely looked at your body. It was almost like he was no longer interested, which had you confused and concerned. When your bath was over, Harry said he would give you privacy if you needed to use the toilet. He left a towel for you to dry yourself, and a new nightgown on the counter.

A strange twinge of disappointment arose in your gut. You thought he'd gently help you dry off again then slide the nightgown over you head and straighten it for you like he had the day before. You hoped to get him worked up again like he had been with your last bath but he didn't even want to stay in the bathroom with you.

You were however, thankful for a few minutes of alone time in a bathroom with a working toilet, which you made use of, flushing the evidence down and washing your hands with the non-scented soap Harry had out. The bathroom was bare just like your room. The tub had a bottle of liquid soap and a bar of soap sat on the edge. The counter was shallow and under it was a roll of toilet paper. There was a mirror but it wasn't attached to a vanity that opened. There was no art, no rugs, and no other bathroom-like things.

You knocked at the door to alert Harry that you'd finished up and he opened the door within seconds. He smiled at you and brought you downstairs and shut the door immediately on you, leaving you by yourself again.

Your mind was in shambles. You couldn't understand why he was acting so cold toward you now, a complete difference from lunchtime. You did your routine of pacing, brushing your teeth, reading the toothpaste tube and lying in your bed. You wondered if Harry was really going to come to you tonight to help you sleep better like he said.

As you were going through another round of pacing the room the door came open and Harry was entering your room. You stopped your pacing and turned to see him as you smiled brightly. He had come to you.

"How are you doing?" He asked plainly as he crossed the room.

"Bored." You answered in truth. He had to know you were absolutely bored out of your mind.

Harry chuckled and then moved toward you, "I know you're bored. But I'm going to keep you entertained for a while now. How does that sound?"

You nodded your head, "Yeah. Like what we talked about before?"

He closed the distance between your bodies and he and gently placed his hands over your cheek bones, thumbs rubbing at your temples, "Yes. You'll be very entertained and very satisfied tonight. I think you deserve a nice treat, you've been such a good girl for me."

He leaned in and kissed your forehead and then looked down at you, continuing to stroke at your face. You smiled up at him. You were glad to have his attention on you again.

"Come one. Let's get into the bed. I want to start by kissing you." He spoke as he guided you to the bed. You both sat down together and Harry turned to you and pushed you back toward the center of the bed a little more and ran his fingers into your hair again, "Do you know that your lips are begging me to kiss them? Hmm? Your body has been begging me to touch it as well. Do you want me to make you feel really good right now?"

You swallow and then take a deep breath, "Yeah."

"Good." He leaned in and softly put his lips over yours and you immediately opened to kiss him back. His mouth was warm and he smelled clean and sweet. He grasped the back of your neck as his lips caressed yours in soft sweeps. He kissed at the edges of your mouth and then brought his full lips back to yours and then he added his tongue, swiping over your lips before pushing it into your mouth and licking over your own tongue. The kiss turned hot and you had never been kissed quite like this.

He sucked on your bottom lip and then went back to kissing your mouth fully again. His hands began to move down over your arms and you brought your own hands up over his chest and to his shoulders. He pulled you close to his body and then he leaned you back so you were lying down flat. Harry lay next to you, his body half hovering over yours as he stayed on his side so he could use his hands to continue traveling over you body.

When his hand grazed over your left breast you gasp at the feeling. Even though you had a nightgown on and his hands had only grazed your fabric covered nipple it caused a desire to burst out in you. You moaned as he began to massage your breast and then he brought his hand to your other one and did the same. Massaging and squeezing after lightly grazing the nipple.

His hand lowered as he kept his lips on yours, both your tongues swirling together. He spread his palm over your tummy and bunched up the fabric of your nightgown until you were exposed to him. At this, he lifted his mouth from yours and looked in between your legs and then back into your eyes.

"You're so beautiful. I'm going to take very good care of you, okay? You have nothing to worry about with me."

He lowered his lips back to yours as he brought his hand over your thighs and squeezed lightly. He smoothed his palm upward to your hip and then slowly down over your pelvis and further to your pussy. He pushed your thighs apart and ran a finger over your slit and he moaned into your mouth when he deepened the kiss further.

You startled slightly at the feeling but then you melted into him when you could feel that you were wet between your legs and he began fingering over your clit slowly. You gasped wetly into his mouth when he hit the right spot and you opened your legs a little further and lifted your hips just a bit.

Harry sat so he could watch and then looked back to you as he continued his gentle touches over your clit and your labia, "I bet that feels good doesn't it? You can tell me any time you like something. I like to hear you moaning and gasping and speaking to me during, okay? I want to do what feels good so you have to tell me as I go."

His fingers over your nub were magic. You closed your eyes and hummed in response to him. You were too embarrassed to speak just yet. You were so inexperienced in things to do with sex that this was all a bit overwhelming. But you did know it felt very good.

Harry was excited that you were already wet for him. He knew you probably had a little crush on him but this was something else. He'd be showing your pussy exactly what it felt like to be taken care of, something he was sure your boyfriend couldn't ever do.

He stroked his fingers up your slippery center and circled your clit for a while and watched you as you gasped and panted. He could see your chest rising and falling more rapidly and you were getting wetter by the second. The little noises that fell from your lips were like treasures to him.

When he circled his middle finger over your entrance he could feel you clenching around nothing and it made his mind dizzy. He wanted so badly to fuck you with his cock, and he knew he could if he wanted. You would really have no say. But his goal was to get you to rely on him for everything, to fully and completely trust him and only him. To have you wanting to stay with him. To have you fall for him so you'd truly only belong to him. It would take some time to get you there, mentally. It was like a brainwashing process really. He'd imagined that it would take longer to get you to open up to him like this but he could tell you were interested right away. And you were very compliant, which he loved.

He couldn't be happier that he'd been able to make you feel comfortable enough to do this with him so soon on in the process. He'd be taking advantage of this part of you often. It was perfect for him. But the rest, the trust, the full reliance, the complete submission would take longer. Until then, he could use your sexuality to get you there and he was pleased with you and the way your body so easily responded to him.

He plunged his middle finger inside of you and you popped your eyes open and looked at Harry. He was looking at you with his mouth parted and eyes hooded. You knew the look of lust in a man, you'd seen it with your boyfriend. Harry was turned on too, which egged you on. You bit your lip and looked down at his forearm and the way his muscles bulged at his thrusting. Then he did something with his finger inside of you, pressing it into a spot that had your head spinning. You moaned, "Oh god..." and Harry smiled.

He continued using his finger to rub and nudge into the little spot inside of you that he'd found as well as circling over your clit for a bit.

"Harry... that feels really good." You wanted him to know because he told you to tell him and if he could keep doing that you knew you might orgasm into his hand.

"Right there?" He pressed firmly with the pad of his finger over the spot inside that had you panting his name again, "Yes, Harry!"

He chuckled and then shifted his body, removing his fingers from you as he climbed down in between your legs with his head level with your thighs, "I'm going to put my mouth on you now, honey. It's going to feel so soft and sweet and I'm going to have you coming into my mouth. Just relax and feel it."

He pushed two fingers inside of you without preamble this time and watched you for a moment while he searched for the spot he'd found a moment prior. When you gasped again he smirked as he lowered himself to your pussy, attaching his mouth over you clit right away.

He was right. It was soft and sweet feeling. His fingers were pressing into something inside of you repeatedly and his lips over your folds and your clit made you spin and float.

You held onto the sheets on the bed under you as you closed your eyes and tried to overcome how embarrassed you were. With his face in your pussy like this, you wondered what it tasted like and smelled like to him.

Then, suddenly he made a slurping noise and you opened your eyes and looked down at him as he sucked on you and it felt like the best thing in the world. You'd never felt such a sensation before and it had you groan and buck your hips upward. When you bucked your hips up he brought his gaze up to yours as he continued licking over you and then he sucked you in again and it had you shaking, "Oh god. Yes!"

This felt better than just rubbing over your clit, which felt great already. But having his mouth on you and when he sucked it was intense and felt like what you imagined real sex to feel like. What you'd always imagined it to be like.

You couldn't keep your moaning quiet as he continued his task. His fingers moving inside of you and massaging your walls was making quite the gushy noise at each thrust, which you felt embarrassed about. You had a hard time getting over the embarrassing things your body naturally did but you were certainly feeling very very very good under his tongue.

Harry lifted his face and you noticed how wet he was down to his chin. His eyes were nearly all black as he spoke, "How does this feel? Like your pussy sucked on and licked? I love how you taste, honey. I'm going to do this to you everyday from now on, okay?"

You nod quickly and breathily try to answer him as he continues fingering into you, "Yes. Harry... god... it feels so, so good." You pant out your words and watch as he smirked and lowered his mouth back down to you.

It doesn't take much longer after Harry puts his lips back onto your clit that you're quivering and writhing under him. He starts to suck on you again and slurp you into his mouth as his fingers continue their job. He hums over you cunt and you look down to him already looking up at you. He lifts his mouth just enough to speak and you watch as the slimy strings of your arousal are connected from your pussy to his mouth, "Want you to keep your eyes on me, okay? Don't shut your pretty eyes, okay baby? Want you to watch what I'm doing when you come."

You moan and whine because you were so close and you need his mouth back on you again. He wastes little time in getting back to it and you easily obey him in watching everything he does as he brings you back to the edge.

You have the sudden urge to grasp onto his hair as you start to fall over into the heat of your orgasm. You began breathing out gasps and moans, your mouth hung wide open as you watch as Harry's tongue and lips do you in. He's keeping his eyes on you and his nose is even wet with you. It's so dirty but you feel so good.

When he begins sucking and slurping again your hold on his hair stiffens further and you start grinding over his face. Harry hums and moans into you and your tummy begins to unfurl and your thighs are tingling and melting below you. You close your eyes for a second as your brain clouds but Harry slaps at the outside of your thigh, bringing you back to look at him immediately.

The feel of the sting at your thigh, his fingers nudging at your insides and your clit in his mouth sends you floating into the room above your body. You yelp out at as you find your orgasm taking over your limbs and your mouth. It's excruciating ecstasy as you fall from reality into soft pulses and wet gasps. Electric light dances in your vision as your body withers under Harry's hands and mouth.

You don't find your way back to Harry until he's massaging your thighs and he's wiped you up with your nightgown. You're still lying naked on the bed in the boring room but nothing about what just happened was boring.

You turn your head to look at your captor and he's grinning at you. You notice he's got his pants undone and you can see his grey briefs underneath with his large, erect penis stretching the fabric generously.

"How do you feel, my sweet girl?" He rubs over you arms and you sit up to your elbows with pink cheeks and moist eyes.

"Good. That was really good. Was it gross?" You couldn't help the twinge of embarrassment. It seems like that would be disgusting but Harry is shaking his head and smiling at you, "Not at all. You taste delicious and so sweet. You're perfect in every way for me. Do you want to taste me now? See if you like it?"

You look down again to the bulge in his briefs and back up to Harry. You weren't sure about it but you certainly could try repaying him the favor. If it'd get him to stay longer and stave off the impending boredom.

"Sure. I don't know how, though." You frown as Harry sits up and removed his pants into the floor. He sits back onto the bed and situates himself so he's leaning against the wall and sitting upright, "I will talk you through it. We'll go slow."

You nod and begin to climb toward him. Harry has his knees bent upward and thighs spread to let you fit in between. You stop when you get in between his thighs and you stare at him for further instructions.

He takes you hand and places it over his warm bulge. The fabric is covering his flesh but you can feel how hot he is under it. He's solid in his briefs too, and thick. You squeeze gently to feel of it further and it seems larger than your pencil tube at home. Heavier, longer, sturdier.

"Good. Get used to the way it feels in your hand. You can pull me out if you want to. Just pull my underwear down and my cock will be right there for you to play with."

You lick your lips and lean in further to him to slip your fingers into the band of his briefs and pull the material down, making room to pull him out as he lifts his hips upward to help you get them down far enough. When he's fully out and you've really got a good look at him it seems quite daunting. You can't imagine that ever fitting inside of you anywhere. Not in your mouth nor in your pussy.

You shoot a worried look up to Harry and he just smiles calmly, "I know what you're thinking, but you'd be surprised what the human body can do. I'll bet you'll take me really well. We can start slow with your mouth. You don't have to put the whole thing in at once. Maybe one day you'll work up to that. Today, just licking it and sucking the tip will be nice. You'll use your hand over the rest."

You nod and clench your jaw. Bringing your hand down to him you find that his penis is hot. You wrap your hand around the shaft and stroke upward, knowing that this is what motion he'd probably make if he were doing it himself. You lazily stroke over him a bit and watch his face as he looks down between you two. You are still naked as you sit in between his strong thighs and stroke his cock and for some reason, you don't feel as embarrassed while you have his cock in your hand.

"Now, I want you to spit over the top of me. Get it nice and sloppy wet. It'll feel really good for me like that, it'll help your hand glide over me easier as well."

You nod and lean over him as you spit a little saliva over the top of his penis. You feel like it's not enough to cover his girth so you get a good bit of spit in your mouth as you spit over him again and look up at him as you do so. He appears to be enjoying it.

You take your hand and smooth the saliva down over him, making sure to have him all coated in your spit before you start stroking him again. Harry shifts under you as he watches your hand move over him. You squeeze a little at the tip and love the way it feels so smooth under your palm in comparison with the rest of his cock.

"That feels good, baby. You sure you've never jerked a guy off before?" Harry laughs and breathes out heavy.

You shake your head and feel a rush of embarrassment again. "Never. I promise you're the first." You chuckle and try to push down the warmth you feel take over your face at his compliment.

You slide your hand over him, gripping him solidly and then you take your thumb and lightly graze it over the tip of his cock where it's smooth and there's a small slit. He sucks in a sharp breath when you do that and you look up to his face and find that the sharp inhale was the good kind because his expression is that of pleasure.

You bring your hand all the way down his length and the hairs at the base of his cock are dampened with your spit and feel rough on your palm.

"Can I taste it now?" You slow your movements as you look at him and ask.

He's nodding, "Yes. Fuck yes. Just try licking over it first and then put the tip into your mouth when your ready. Keep your your lips over your teeth so you don't graze me when you do put me in your mouth."

You adjust your position and lower yourself down between his legs and begin to lick over his engorged penis. Harry's breathing is labored and he's watching you closely as you look up at him with your tongue out and licking around his shaft before you make your way up to the smooth, thick head.

When you fit his bulbous tip in into your mouth you flatten your tongue over the top where the slit is and watch his face twist up as he groans. You know he likes that so you keep it mind. When you bring your lips down further you suck and are mindful of your teeth. You grasp onto the base of his shaft with both hands and twist and pump him the best you can while you suck on the tip just past his head.

“Fuck, baby…” Harry breathes out his praise, “fuckin’ right there, just like that. Mmm… your mouth feels so good.”

Harry can’t believe this is happening. He’s read up on what to expect when a captive is taken in and how long it takes to “turn” them. He hadn’t expected you to be sat naked in between his thighs with his cock in your mouth so soon. He thought he was pressing his luck by suggesting anything sexual this early on but you seemed eager and he didn’t want to waste the chance to see what would happen.

He’d still try to follow the basic outline of making you desire and rely on him alone. It would take a month probably, based on how responsive you’ve been. But of course, he’s never done anything like this so he can’t be sure. Even though he’s been planning this for months, he realizes he could be in over his head with this whole thing.

You suddenly have the courage to take him into your mouth further and you look up at him as you remove one hand from his shaft and lower yourself. You get him in as deep as is comfortable for you and begin to bob up and down and suck. Saliva is dripping out of your mouth and down to the base of his cock and over his balls.

He’s really enjoying everything you’re doing and it makes you feel a sense of accomplishment. You keep thinking about how your own boyfriend constantly rejected you when you’d try anything with him and feel a sense of smugness at how good you’re making a grown man with experience feel. He really missed out you think to yourself of your boyfriend (now ex boyfriend) and look back up to Harry’s face and he’s looking down at you with his mouth hung open.

“Your mouth was made to suck on my cock, you know that?” He brushes some hair from your face and you feel warm towards his gentle touch, despite the dirty things you’re doing with your mouth.

You hum over his penis in agreement and in appreciation for his compliment. You really like being told you’re good at something. It makes you light up all over when you’re praised and hearing your captor praise you does nothing but make you want to work harder for him.

Harry puts a hand through your hair and gathers your long strands to the side with his fingers so he can get a better view. You’re a determined little thing and he sees how much a small compliment does for you. He’s taking note of things he can use in his favor and if he needs to use the way he gives you praise to his advantage he will.

“Take your hand and bring it down here, baby.” Harry helps guide your hand down below his prick to his balls, “Gently massage them in your hands, if you want you can lick on them too.”

You start massaging him carefully in your palm and the feeling is strange but Harry’s immediate reaction is to moan loudly. You want to make him moan again like that so you remove your mouth from Harry’s cock and bring it down to his balls, licking over them to wet them. You keep a grasp of his shaft in your palm and continue stroking him as you work your tongue over his balls. Then you lightly kiss over them and Harry groans out your name.

“Holy shit baby. You’re gonna make me come. You’re mouth feels so good on me like that. Can you put your mouth back over my cock. I’ll tell you before I come.”

You quickly get back to having his dick in your mouth. You keep your eyes on him and watch as he squeezes his eyes closed with his mouth agape, head thrown back.

You use one hand to stroke him from the base of his cock up to where your lips are occupied around what you can fit of him, and the other hand you continue massaging his balls gently in your palm.

You feel his muscles tensing and watch his face closely as he starts trembling. You hasten your mouth and suck over him and then brush your tongue into the slit at the top of his head that you remembered he loved when it was touched.

“Fuck, m’comin’… lift your head now if you don’t want me to come down your throat.” He held his orgasm back for a few seconds to give you chance to move your head back if you wanted. As soon as you pulled your lips from his cock he began to come, spurting white liquid up to his chest and over your hand that continued stroking him.

You watched in awe as he came and let out groans between gritted his teeth. You worked him through it and smeared some of his come over his shaft as the creamy liquid spurted onto your hand.

When Harry had stilled and his chest wasn’t rising and falling so violently you slowed your hand. He placed a hand over yours and opened his eyes, “S’enough. Will you grab your nightgown over there and bring it to me?”

You climbed off the bed and grabbed the material from the floor and then crawled up to Harry and began wiping him up.

He took the nightgown from your hand and finished wiping himself. You sat and watched him and wondered if you’d done something wrong. Harry was no longer being warm toward you.

“Was it okay? Did you like what I did?” You sat back with your legs tucked under your bottom to provide some space between you and Harry.

Harry sighed and continued wiping over himself and then stood from the bed, slipping his briefs back on.

“It was fine for your first time. After you get some practice you’ll do better.”

You felt so confused and so surprised. Harry had said you were doing well and that your lips were made to suck on him, he said it himself! So you couldn’t understand what went wrong.

“I thought you were really liking it. What can I do better next time?” You ask in exasperation.

Harry chuckles and shakes his head as he pulls his pants up, “Well, for starters, my orgasm was almost ruined because you didn’t want to swallow my come. Would’ve been better if you’d have kept your mouth on me while I was coming.”

You nod and frown, “I see. I didn’t know that you wanted that.”

Harry looks at you and he drops his eyes over your bare breasts, “I do want that but I didn’t want you to do it if you don’t like it. It’s okay if you don’t want to swallow my come. Maybe you’re just not cut out for giving good blow jobs. Only the best blow jobs include swallowing.”

You scramble out of the bed and move to Harry, “I will. I can swallow! Maybe I can try again?”

Harry shakes his head and looks at you calmly, “Maybe another time. Right now I’m going to get you a clean nightgown and then it’s time for bed.”

Harry took your soiled nightgown as he walked out of your room and left you alone and naked. You climbed back into the bed and covered yourself with your sheet, feeling quite exposed and dirty suddenly.

You didn’t know how to take the news that you were so bad at giving him a blow job he didn’t even want you to try again. You felt your embarrassment flare up again and you thought you could cry.

Harry returned with another nightgown and he placed it on the bed next to you. You watched him walk in and then leave without a word and suddenly your lights were off and you were completely covered in dark.

You reached out to grab the nightgown and pulled it on over your head after a short struggle to get it aligned properly.

You huffed as you flopped onto your back and stared up at the red light. Your thoughts flooded your mind again now that everything was quiet and Harry was gone. You wondered what your parents were doing. They were probably worried sick. You figured they had filed a missing person report and that a search for you was ongoing.

You thought of your friends and your favorite teacher. You thought about your boyfriend. Then your mind wandered back to Harry again. How good he made you feel and how you were doing a good job with him but you didn’t think to swallow his come. If only you’d just used your brain you might have been able to conclude that of course keeping your mouth on him while he was coming would be best.

You felt like an idiot and you were so upset you even blamed yourself with Harry’s sudden attitude change. It was your fault. You were desperate to make it right. Desperate for his approval.

Those thoughts filling your mind in the darkness were exactly the kind Harry intended. You behavior was that of a captive breaking.

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Running on Sunshine

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“How’s everything sounding?” You asked as you walked into the recording booth.

“Drums are good,” Lydia, your drummer tucked her drumstick into their pockets.

“Bass is ready,” said Cleo from her spot, guitar hanging from her neck, waiting to be played. Apart from writing, she had many talents, guitar had always been one of them.

“Chimes and keyboard are good to go,” Clara and Andrew, the twins, smiled at you, each also in their corresponding places.

“Woo! Okay, we go on in about three minutes.” You said shaking your whole body, adrenaline already pumping through your veins even with the lack of a live audience, other than your manager, Chris on the other side of the glass window separating the booth and the studio hallways.

Lydia stood from her seat and joined you in the middle of the room, shaking and jumping along with you. Cleo swayed from side to side, eventually grabbing the twins’, who had now started scatting random nonsense and bouncing up and down, wrists and bringing them to middle of the room with you and Lydia.

A knock on the door brought your antics to halt as you looked over to intruder. “You guys are on in a minute he said pointing over to the countdown timer in the room.

“Got it, thanks.” You flashed him an embarrassed smile as he walked out.

Everyone got to their spots as you stood at the mic now. At the thirty second mark you put on your headphones and waited for the band to begin, listening for your cue to come in.

Cleo started out the guitar rhythm and you joined in soon after, Lydia starting on drums with you.

Girl, you got me tripping on sunshine,

God knows you just made my day

Since you came around, no

I just can’t slow down, no

I wanna see you walking my way

You kept singing, bopping your head up and down, swinging from side to side and sharing glances with the band from time to time. When the time came, Clara sang background vocals with you from the keyboard.

Hey, just get over yourself,

This ain’t too good for you help

Hey, just get over yourself,

This ain’t too good for you help

Hey, just get over yourself, self, self, self…

And you came back in,

Girl, you got me thinking about diving

And get down on one knee, maybe two

People may stop and stare,

But I don’t even care, no

Just as long as I’m with you

And Clara and Cleo joined back in,

No doubt

No doubt about it

And there ain’t no clouds in my sky

No doubt…

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“That was Y/N Y/L/N performing Jesus Jackson’s Running on Sunshine, live right here at the BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show, everybody!” Nick announced as you sat down across from him after wrapping up the song. “How are you today, Y/N?”

“I’m very well, thank you for asking, what about you?” You asked him, smiling, genuinely happy. This wasn’t the first time you recorded with him, but still you felt giddy and excited like it was the first time all over again.

“Happy to hear that, I am quite well, too.”

“That’s good. I’m still waiting on my surprise though.” You glanced to your manager in the corner of the room, and to the camera beside you, “Did you guys know I was persuaded onto this show?”

“No, no. Nothing of the sorts, don’t lie to them,” Nick laughed. “But I do have your surprise, which is also the audience’s surprise, so don’t get too selfish. We know how you can get,” he said in reference to one of your songs, which was in fact all about jealousy and being selfish. I mean, come on, it was literally called Green, and that wasn’t for nothing.

“Ugh fine,” you rolled your eyes playfully and laughed with him. “Spoiler alert guys, it’s not Lizzo, sadly—or Ariana Grande. I asked already.”

Nick and you started laughing. You saw him glance to something behind you but you paid no mind to it as you were enjoying the time so much. You tilted your head up, eyes closed, and still smiling, settling down a bit.

“No, I am not Ariana Grande, sorry to disappoint,” you heard a new voice in your headphones.

“Oh my God!” You jumped at the deep new voice and opened your eyes, looking beside you to stranger. “Oh my God!”

“Harry Styles, everybody!” Nick said, grinning like a maniac at your reaction.

“’Ello,” Harry greeted, offering you a small wave.

“Holy f-” you bit your tongue to stop yourself from cursing. “Bloody hell. Don’t- don’t do that to me, you can’t do that to me,” you laughed in shock, shaking your head and fanning yourself to bring down the heat in your face if not just a little bit.

Then it hit you. “Oh my god! Bloody- the freaking Harry Styles is sitting right next to me! What the hell?” You covered your face, still standing and shook your head. “Nicholas Grimshaw, what have you done?” Your voice came out muffled but still comprehendible to the public.

Both men laughed at you. “I made a call, is what I did.” Nick replied.

“The fricking Y/N Y/L/N is standing beside me, but I think her soul has left her body. Are y’alright, Love?” Harry joked, seemingly trying to calm you down. It didn’t work. Not after he called you Love.

You sat down after collecting yourself and talked into the mic, smiling at Harry. “I think my soul has joined us again, thank you.”

“That’s good. We lost you there for a second.” Nick chuckled and you guys joined him. “So, how’d you like your surprise.”

“Love it,” you and Harry said simultaneously.

Nick saw you both look at each other with furrowed eyebrows and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I probably should’ve mentioned that. Y/N, you were also a surprise for Harry. And Harry, viz versa.”

“What? I’m shooketh.” You asked, mouth agape.

“It’s true,” Nick brought his mischievous grin back, “I mean, the man’s basically obsessed with you–”

“Okay, Grimmy, we’ve got it.” Harry interrupted, “Do I need to call Jeoffrey again?”

“Jeoffrey, no!” Nick looked to the side where both your managers stood now.

“Christian, save me!” You joined in a plea for your manager.

“No, Chris!” Nick says nearly dying of laughter.

“But, yes, it is true, this was quite the surprise for me.” Harry says trying to drag you from the supposed obsession about you, but of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. Not with Nick. “I was, y’know, driving here and the radio’s on and I hear a girl, and she’s singing Running on Sunshine. So, I think, hey that voice sounds familiar, is it Y/N–”

“See, he’s obsessed,” Nick says, making your face flush just a little, “the man hears a girl singing on the radio and his mind just goes to you, instantly. Just get married already!”

“What- how am I involved in this now?” You ask, pretending the world doesn’t know about your obsession with the singer.

“Y/N don’t test me, I have my sources and they tell me that you have quite the interest in our dear Harry here,” Nick smirks at you.

You fake cough, “Harry, why don’t you finish your story?”

He laughs at your change of topic and you can see the faint hint of red on his face. “Well, I thought, no, it couldn’t be Y/N. Turns out it was you because I came into the studio and as I walk through the hallway, I see Y/N Y/LN on the other side of this glass window singing live, and well, you’re kind of sitting next to me right now.”

“Hmm, am I?” You put your hands up and wiggled your fingers mysteriously, “Or am just a figment of your imagination?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Harry raised his eyebrows at you.

You put your hand to his, assuring him you were actually there. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m real. I know it may be hard to believe—beauty this perfect isn’t easy to find these days.”

Oh god. I just touched Harry Styles’ hand.

“Okay, lovebirds, enough with the flirting we’re live right now,” Nick reminded you guys.

And so, the interview went on. You talked about the producing of your next album, not much since you refused to give straight answers considering they didn’t even know there was going to be a next album. You talked about Harry’s upcoming projects and both of your shows and more music stuff.

You couldn’t wait to see the tabloids after this and the video of the interview, showing your interaction more in depth, came out. You could already see the headlines; Harry Styles and Y/N Y/LN, new future couple? Or, Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles’ flirtatious first encounter.

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I think I can say on behave of everyone, we need a part 2😝

sparks - h.s.

summary: y/n meets harry, a much older man while she's on vacation in southern spain.. somehow 45 minutes are all it takes to fall in love

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), cursing, divorce, DRAMAAAAA, age gap, sort of a daddy kink?, lot's of fluff

clover's notes: for some reason tumblr changed my paragraph structure and the little symbols i had to differentiate the moments 🥲 i'll try and fix this

word count: 8.5k

y/n’s pov - august 1st

the sun shined through the hotel curtains and i groaned, i tapped my phone's screen and read 8:35am, it's so hot right now i can actually feel my brain frying, i turned on the air conditioner and closed my eyes. i have been in marbella for a day, i work at a hotel in london and in a hotel get together last month i won a week at the exact same hotel but in marbella. i could've invited a friend or even a cousin but truth be told i need this week away from everyone, my job, my family, school, seriously everyone and everything back in london. i groan once more, 8:39am, fuck this shit i'm getting up. i took a short cold shower in hopes the spanish weather would not eat me alive as soon as i stepped foot outside, i dressed a white dress with little white flowers and beige sandals with a semi decent heel, i grabbed my tote bag and threw in a book, my airpods, sunscreen and my wallet. I grabbed my sunglasses and my room card and was out my bedroom, to be honest i didn't want to go out of the hotel and visit, my entire body is honestly needing a piñacolada and a sweet calming time reading my book, which consists of beach reach by emily henry.

the pool area isn't too packed, likely because it's only 9am, i walk over to the bar area and i must've looked desperate ordering that piñacolada because the barman looked at me like i'm some sort of weirdo, maybe its the drinking alcohol at 9am on a tuesday but you see, being 23 and struggling with a master thesis, strangers and a job and your family trying to set you up with a guy you despise from your high school years you might end up just like me. as he prepared my drink i walked over to a sun lounger that hid completely in the shade and dropped my bag on top of it, only taking my wallet back to the bar, "the gentleman already paid for you", i read the name tag on the barman's t-shirt, miguel and almost repeated it out loud to ask him who the gentleman was but miguel was already talking to someone else. i look over the round counter of the bar and there's a very nicely put man with whiskey in a cup in front of him, yikes, must be having a harder week than me. "enjoy your drink" he spoke loudly enough for me to understand it, "thank you for paying for it", i reply taking a sip through the brown paper straw, "ah you're british?" he questions as he plays with his glass, "yeah, are you?" i ask, keeping an eye on my bag, "yeah i am, i come to málaga often so i've got a nice tan", he's sounds so smooth, his words aren't slurring after each other like i do, he speaks slowly but in a sexy way which gets me mentally slap myself. "if you don't mind, i left my bag over there and i have a romance waiting for me, thank you once again for the drink... that was very kind" i announced getting off the high stool and walking away before he could give me a response.

i felt weird the rest of the morning, i couldn't focus on my book nor listen to music, my brain remained stuck on the man from the bar, jesus, i came here to get away from trouble and i'm definitely just burying myself in a big one that happens to dress nicely, my eyes scanned the book one more time, oh this is ridiculous! i have read this sentence a thousand times today and i can’t seem to wrap my head around it. i looked over the book, just to take a peek at the man one more time but he wasn’t at the bar counter anymore, i pout and grab my phone, scrolling through instagram.

"margarita?" a large shadow covers the little sunshine that was warming my body up, "huh? oh! hi mr british man", i smile to him and my stomach feels bottomless for a second, i sit on my sun lounger as i grab the glass, "so... will british man finally tell me his name?" i ask sipping on the margarita, he sits on the lounger next to mine as he sips on something that definitely isn't a margarita, "i'm harry, you?", "i'm y/n!" i sound way too excited but he smiles at me, "and what does beautiful y/n do in marbella all by herself?", his eyes look like they're undressing my soul, dead ass staring me, "well um, im a masters student and i'm under a lot of pressure so i won this free week at the hotel... and you?", i try to stare him the same way but i end up looking like what my dad calls, angry puppy, "i own a winery and a wine cellar and my wines are very well loved so they also offered me a week over here" he takes another sip of what i now assume it's wine disguised in a margarita glass, "oh! i wouldn't take you as a wine owner" i blurt out, "no?", "well you look like a young writer and you're here to get inspired! or maybe it's just the plot of the book i'm reading" i point at the book and play gently with the little paper umbrella on my glass, "i'm not a writer nor young but i'm glad i still look interesting" he seems genuinely content that i just thought he was just a little older than me, "before you ask.. i turn 39 in february", i almost immediately reply "god thats so hot" but i swallow my words, "i'm 23 and i'm far from being interesting harry, look at me im a 23 year old reading romances hiding from glorious spanish sun and im a masters student in theatre arts that is currently doing a thesis in contemporary musicals and performance.. god i need a sip" he's smiling at me, i don't know why because i feel like i just said the most boring phrase for regular people, "that is very interesting, y/n, at 23 i had no prospects for my future so... you're doing good", oh that was it, my stomach felt even more out of my body with that small praise, i feel my cheeks burn and i try to look away from harry, feeling like a shy child.

it's been 45 minutes and we're still talking, i can't help but stare at him more than i should, so much so i immediately said yes when he asked if we could have lunch together on his boat, didn't even have the decency to think for a minute before getting back to him, truth is sometimes my mind slips to my ex boyfriend, we broke up a month ago and when i opened instagram on the airport yesterday, there he was, spending money on a hotel with a beautiful girl and i had to hold my tears from crying on my first day of vacation and now here's this man.. man... a man! asking me to have lunch on his yacht and it gets my brain so intoxicated with dopamine making a little gentle smile pop up in my lips.

on a small boat, a spanish man took us to harry's yacht, that read "brisa parisina" (parisian breeze), i had never been this close to a yacht ever, my times at the sea were always a month in cornwall with my dad after him and my mum got divorced and we stayed back in london so my siblings and i wouldn't have to change schools, but i had never been so close to such a big boat, harry thanks the man and hands him a 50 euro bill and i gulp looking at the big tip for a 5 minute trip from the deck to harry's yacht, but it’s his money so i try to not show my shocked face as he steps out of the small boat to the ladder that leads to what i assume the deck of the yacht, he reaches his hand out for me and i say “muchas gracias” to the man and get on top of the boat with harry’s help. the immediate thing i see is the light brown flooring that has grey cushions on top on the right and left, leaving a small path towards the helm station that controls the boat that has sofa looking like cushions on both sides and a small table. harry keeps walking through that and gets down the most tight staircase i’ve ever seen and been on, there’s a table, a big tv, and more sofas and even art hanging in the walls, a kitchenette with lots of storage place, four oven tops, a microwave, a sink bigger than mine at home and a small fridge and freezer, my stomach starts to hurt, i had realise this man was rich.. but like not i have a huge yacht rich, right after the kitchen (that even has a small wine compartment and a huge cooking space that has me speechless), there’s another small door that leads to a suite, a huge bedroom that i would not say was behind the tiny door and a very decent sized bathroom. “you can leave your bag here” harry points at the bed and i nod, “there’s another two bedrooms and bathrooms on the other side of the yacht but they’re pretty much the same, just smaller”, not one but two bedrooms? i take my phone out of my bag and type in the brand of the boat on google, 1 million pounds, i almost let a scream out of my mouth as i read the price and then the costs of maintaining a boat like this and my asos dress suddenly feels like a potato bag. i can see harry from where i’m standing, he’s opening a bottle of red wine and i’m tempted to google the price of it too.. but i don’t, i locked my phone and threw it to the bed along with my stuff and walked back to him.

“okay you have to try this wine, it’s a cabernet sauvignon from my winery in italy, it has a black cherry and black pepper flavour but i think you’ll enjoy it” he hands me a glass, “do you like mushroom paté? i have some we can snack on as i make lunch” i take a sip of the wine and god, i’ve never had red wine this good, in fact i think i’ve hated all the times i had red wine, “i’ve never had wine this good.. nor mushroom paté.. sorry” i can feel my cheeks flush and i look out the small window above the sink, staring at the blue ocean, harry gets closer to me and he looks way taller when he’s this close, “good thing there’s a first time for everything, right?” he whispers but almost melodically, “can i kiss you?” his tone remains the same, give me goosebumps that led to a broken “yes” and placing the wine glass on the kitchenette counter. his hands met my face, both his thumbs on my cheeks, he firstly gives me a peck and then proceeds to kiss me with more passion this time, his tongue in sync with mine, one his hands that was holding my face drops to my waist, pulling me closer to him, i can feel him smile in between the kiss and i open my eyes, “what’s so funny?” i ask trying to make an angry voice, “you taste good that’s all”, “oh yeah?”, “taste very good” he then kisses me again, this time shorter. “what do you want for lunch?” harry opens one of the cupboards over my head and takes a cream coloured saucepan with a brown wood handle out, “you invited me harry i don’t know”, “what about truffled macaroni with smoked haddock and then i let it bake for a bit?” i’m pretty sure i’ve never had haddock in the first place, “harry.. sorry to ask, what’s.. a haddock?”, i feel embarrassed, telling a 38 year old man i’ve never had.. whatever he mentioned, “oh! it’s a fish.. i can always make it vegetarian if you prefer?” i smile to him, “how did you know i want to be a vegetarian?” i furrowed my eyebrows, “i didn’t but i’m a flexitarian so i have tofu in here”, i’m starting to believe this man is too good to be true, “you know i have to follow the times and eating less meat and fish is a way to help the planet”, okay i need to get into his pants now this isn’t a joke, “wow”, “what?”, “nothing, i’m not used to hanging out with men that are educated on these things” i say honestly, he gives me a shy smile and points to the oven, “want to help me cook?”, “yeah of course”.

after lunch that was paired with a white wine that i honestly couldn’t pronounce, harry sailed the boat to further from the dock, i wouldn’t say we were in the middle of nowhere but we weren’t exactly somewhere i could pin point, my phone even says my location is the mediterranean sea. i’m laying down on the deck sofa’s in the shade as harry is now coming back upstairs wearing only black and white swim shorts and flip flops, “why aren’t you catching some sun, y/n? it’s a great day” he sits next to me, grabbing my legs and putting them on his lap, “i’m terrified of getting a sunburn, i got one a few years ago in sandymouth and i couldn’t sleep for two weeks, i don’t need that again” i sighed closed the book i’m yet to read properly, “oh you’re from cornwall?” harry asks, “my dad lives in plymouth but i’m actually from london, i mean i was born in romford but yeah… you?”, “well i’m from a small town near manchester but i live in london for.. 20 years now”, 20 years… god he was 18 when he moved to london, i was 3 when he was 18 oh my god, “i’ve actually never been to manchester” i admit, i don’t know how is that any interesting but it’s the truth, “whenever you want to, i’m more than happy to show you around” he offers as he stars to rub my legs.. gently, i honestly feel like moaning and he’s not even doing anything too special, “do you mind if i work a little bit next to you?” he doesn’t stop the massage on my right leg, “shouldn’t this be your vacation, harry?”, “it should but-“, “no buts! let me get up lets find something to do” i say enthusiastically, i sit next to him and grab his hand, “do you have any games? we just ate so i don’t think swimming in the cold water is good for us”, “i think my goddaughter left a unicorn cards game when she was here with me” he affirms, “GREAT! let’s play”.

“unstable unicorns, build a unicorn army, betray your friends, unicorns are your friends now” harry reads off the box, to explain quickly, you start the game with one baby unicorn of your choice, and then the deck is shuffled and u get 5 cards, those can be basic unicorns, magic unicorns, magic cards, upgrades, downgrades or a neigh (that stops the other players play), i explain exactly the same to harry, i had played this game with my friends and harry didn’t fully remember how to play, “i pick this baby” i say grabbing a rainbow coloured baby unicorn card, harry picks a pink coloured baby unicorn and says, “this is my god daughters favourite baby”, i smile at the thought of harry with children, “how old is she?”, “she’s 8, we spent her 8th here actually” he observes as he shuffles the deck and places 5 cards in front of each of us, i grab my cards and i try to hide the little smirk on my face, “y/n start you’re the one wearing a colourful bikini” he looks over to me and i place a basic unicorn next to the baby unicorn, “look harry it’s you” i point at the unicorn with a beard, “oh are you calling me basic y/n?” he fakes an angry tone, “no! i’m just saying this very cute unicorn is you because of the beard!” i reply pretending to be offended he thought i was offending him, “don’t be upset, little girl, i was just messing with you” oh good grief i can feel my stomach doing flips, he plays a basic unicorn as well and the came continues, with actions and neighs and yelling at each other over downgrades that made me sacrifice one of my unicorns which led to me stealing harry’s baby unicorn, “HA!” i scream, “I GOT YOOOOOU” she giggles as she places the pink baby on her stable, “y/n! not the baby!” he pouts and stares at his game, i didn’t know he was a sore loser but he seriously looked very upset, i got up and stood next to him, “harry i didn’t mean to upset you it’s just a game, i’ll give you your unicorn back” i affirm, “harry c’mon” i squat so i can look at his face from under, “i’m sorry” i place my hand on his thigh and he looks to me, “don’t be” i don’t even have time to process his words because his lips crash in mine and when i realise we are kissing again, i get up and he follows me, going back to my lips immediately after, running his hands through my shoulders and then my arms. “you scared me” i say in between kisses, “sorry.. it was just sweet to see you that worried about me” he whispers against my mouth, “i didn’t mean to upset you, h”, “you didn’t”, he gives me a little peck, “want to finish the game, unicorn robber?”, “HEY! and yes”.

i ended up winning the first game and harry the second so we were even but i couldn’t stop thinking about those kisses, i was putting the cards back in the box and harry was making us gin and tonic, “we could go for a swim don’t you think?” he suggests as he’s finishing the drinks, “i’m scared to swim without feeling the sand or ground harry, i’m not exactly tall like you” i admit, “don’t worry, i got you” he says as he places one of the cups in front of me, “i wouldn’t ask if i had intentions of not being there in case you need me, plus it’s 4pm the water must be so great now” he sits next to me and gives me a small forehead kiss before sipping on his gin, “sooooo”, “fine! but don’t let me go”, “i could never”. so we did end up swimming for a bit, mediterranean sea was warm and it felt good to swim with harry, i ended up sitting at the edge of the boat as he swam a little more, “you know you don’t look 38 right” i think the second glass of gin is making me too honest, “i don’t?”, “god no, you look max 28, i swear i was eye fucking you when i saw you sitting at the bar this morning”, “oh.. you were eye fucking me?” he furrowed his eyebrows as he swam back to me, sitting on the small space next to me, “tell me more” he emphasises on the more, “harry…”, i try not to sound worried, “yes?”, i get up and show him my hand so he can follow me, i sit on the sofa right next to the wheel, “i feel like i need to tell you this, i broke up with my boyfriend a month ago, he didn’t have time for me and he barely talked to me and it reached a point i was doing everything alone and i felt like i was the one fighting for my relationship and without me there would be nothing so i broke up with him” i vomit the words, “yesterday when i landed in malaga, he was posting stories on a hotel room with this girl i had seen comment his instagram posts and it really got to me.. and i don’t want to do anything without you knowing this” i breathe out and i feel relieved but worried about what harry could possibly say, “that fucking sucks y/n, i’m really sorry he did that to you, a real man would never do that” he cleans the tear off my cheek, “and i’m glad you told me, gives me more reasons to treat you like a lady deserves to be treated”, oh god here comes the butterflies again, “harry…can i kiss you again?” i ask and he nods, not waiting for me to make a move and kissing me again, salty from the sea and the small drips from our hairs falling onto our faces, “want to go downstairs?” he asks, “yes, please”.

“harry we’re wet you sure you want to do this now?” i ask mid kiss, “i need you so bad i don’t care”, his hands grab my face, “i just want to make you feel good, bunny”, harry purrs, i immediately press my thighs together to his words and especially the new nickname out of his mouth, “lay down for me, please” he murmured and i laid back as fast as i could, almost desperately harry’s hands meet then my pink high waist bikini bottoms, pulling them along my legs and throwing them to the ground, his hands separated my knees, giving him full view of my vagina, “fuck” he blurted, “can i taste you?”, my legs immediately feel like jell-o when he asks, “yes, yes please” i cried out. he licked his lips and proceeded to kiss my inner left thigh as his free hand massaged my right thigh tenderly, his index finger brushed against my slit, making me whimper to his touch, "god damn y/n" he breathed, "your pussy is so pretty, bunny, all wet... just for me", a couple of words and i was basically melting in front of this man, without warning his warm tongue flicks against my folds, i bucked my hips up and grabbed the sheets, holding onto them, my brain was fuzzy at this point, “harry… harry please” i cried out, i needed him so fucking bad, “hush bunny” i look down and his eyes are filled with lust as his lips part from my pussy, his middle finger slid right in, he eyes me and his mouth finds its way to my clit, gently nibbling on it as his finger thrust inside me, “harry..” i moan as my vision literally starts to go black, “cum for me, bunny” he grunts and i let go of the sheets at the same time i cum in harry’s finger. he removed his finger at the same time his free thumb keeps stimulating my clit, he sucks his finger and then looks at me with a grin on his face, “you taste so fucking good”, but i don’t have time to reply, he’s cleaning the cum off my already so sensitive cunt.

he moves his body up to kiss me, there’s saliva running down his chin and falling onto my chest, “see how good you taste, y/n? fuck you’re driving me insane”, he untangles the straps of my bikini top, that ends up on the bedroom floor as well, “your tits are perfect”, he hungry says as he pinches my nipples, a hint of pain all over my body when he does that but it feels to good, his mouth is busy getting to know my other nipple, “i love that you taste like the sea” he admits. in a swift he takes his swimming trunks, his cock is pressed against my pussy and i’m so close to begging him to fuck me, hard. “harry.. i need you, please”, he kisses my lips one more time as his cock pushes in inside me, slowly, inch by inch, i was already so sensitive that whatever game this man was trying to play was making me dizzy, speechless. once he was all in, his thrusts became more rapid and in sync, hitting my g spot, his index finger was back on my clit rubbing it frantically, he kissed me and i could feel my heart racing and my pussy clenching around him, “harry, harry i’m gonna cum” my legs start shaking, “fuck fuck wait for me” he pleads and i hold onto his back, pressing my nails against it, my eyes roll back as he collapses inside me with one last thrust. shockwaves through my entire body feeling his warmth inside of me.

“has anyone ever told you..you give the best orgasms ever? fuck, you’re such a good girl” harry cooed, making my already flushed cheeks burn even more, “actually i.. i had never had an orgasm with anyone if not… myself”, harry looks at me dead serious as he carefully removes himself from inside me, “a day of firsts, huh, bunny?” he kisses me, “if you keep calling me bunny i fear i need you to fuck me again” i blur out, “oh yeah, bunny? how about we talk about it in the shower?”

by the time we were done in the shower it was too late to come back to the port deck so harry ended up giving me one of his t-shirts and briefs, “what do you want for dinner?”, he asks, grabbing the already opened bottle of red wine, “is it bad that.. i want to say you?”, “okay i know you said i don’t look old but twice in a day almost put me on cardiac arrest, little girl”, i giggle to his response and hug him from behind, “sorry! i think i’m intoxicated by you, i just need you so fucking bad”, he looks at me, pensive, “jesus christ, y/n…you’re a filthy slut aren’t you?” he turns around, looking me in the eyes, “you’re probably ruining my briefs just by thinking about me fucking you, am i right?”, i stand immobile, i can’t even find any words to describe how wet i am or how he’s completely right, “aw, did i make my princess speechless?”, he gets his face closer to mine, “if you behave like the good little girl i know you are..maybe just maybe, daddy will take care of you before bed” he turns around getting various vegetables out of the fridge, “care to help me, princess?”, i gulp and quickly reply, “yes of course”.

i woke up to harry’s typing on his laptop, i groaned as i stretched my arms and legs next to him, “harry… you told me you wouldn’t work c’mon” i sit and place my head on his shoulder, “sorry, my ex wife sent me an email saying she wants the yacht for the 21st of august and i was telling her no because i got the yacht on the divorce”, my smile fades and it’s like i’m close to throw up, ex.. ex wife.. he was married? oh. “oh.. your ex?.. wife?”, he closes his laptop and places his hand on my thigh, “yeah, we got divorced 5 years ago” he squeezes my thigh as he speaks, “you don’t need to worry y/n.. 24 hours with you made me feel more alive than 2 years with her”, he kisses my forehead and i smile to myself, god what is this man doing to me, i’m here jealous over an ex wife and happy i won something she’s not even in the race for, “harry” i say, “yeah?”, “can we go back to marbella? i really want my clothes” he laughs and nods in agreement.

back at the hotel, harry is sitting at the edge of my bed, “harry i’m not sure i should join you to golf.. you’re golfing with santiago hernandez, my literal boss!”, “and have u ever met him?”, “no he has never been to the london hotel in the 2 years i’ve worked there but that doesn’t mean it’s not weird” i turn my back to him, “zip my dress up, please?” i ask, he zips the yellow sundress up carefully, “y/n just join me, princess, if he asks just say you work for me”, “yes, because i’m a great wine expert!” i mock him as i gesture my hands, indicating that harry is insane. “i can always say you’re my wife, my very sexy wife”, he pulls me closer and buries his face in my boobs, “i can even mark you up, so he knows you’re all mine” i feel my panties soaking already, “harry.. fine! but just because it’s a very good argument” i try to hide the smile on my face, “but care to explain how are we married without wedding rings?” i raise his chin up, “we can always buy them”, “harry i have £64 on my account, i can maximum buy a claire’s ring that will turn my finger green” i give him a gentle peck, “oh no no you’re MY wife, i’m buying you a wedding band… if he asks your engagement ring is getting cleaned”, “you really thought this through, huh?”, “when it comes to you, i don’t see money, princess, i’m spoiling you for as long as you want me to” he kisses my neck, “about those marks… can i please?” i let out an “mhm”, i loved how harry constantly asked me for consent but at the same time was assertive and a couple of words would literally make me ruin a pair of panties.

i looked in the mirror before leaving, noticing the hickey on my left boob, i tried to brush off my thoughts but i just couldn’t. harry was matching me, yellow pants and green polo, looking way too good for my thoughts to go away, i can’t play golf, in fact i think i’ve only played mini golf my entire life, “sweetpea, do you prefer gold or silver?” harry asks, looking at a collection of wedding bands, “i personally like gold more” i say, looking at a pair of golden hoops with daisies dangling from it, “do you like them?” harry looks over my shoulder, “yeah they’re pretty…. don’t even think about it” i give him a “mean” look, “fine! just choose the band you like the most” he says pointing at the golden wedding bands, “that one is pretty and simple”, “then that one it is”. he’s purchasing the wedding bands and i stand next to him just staring, “it’ll be those daisy earrings too”, he points and i gasp, “harry no?”, “y/n yes.. it’s my money, just let me get them.” he hands in a black card to the salesperson and i hold his free hand, still a little upset. harry drives us to the los naranjos golf club, before we get out of the car, each of us puts the wedding band, i feel so weird at first, i’ve never been a good liar and this was a big fucking lie. at the reception harry shows his membership to the club and then points at me, “she’s my wife”, i press my lips together so i don’t say something i shouldn’t and i stand there eyeing the red haired woman, “oh we can put your wife down for a membership”, she points at a computer screen, “maybe later, would that be okay?” harry’s arm is wrapped around my waist, tightly. “yeah of course, mr. styles, here’s your wife’s pass for the day”, she hands me a laminated pass that proves i can he there for the day and we make our way in, harry gripping onto my waist still, “oh hello harry” a tall man with brown hair a beige hat speaks up as he walks in our direction, “santiago! hey man”, i gulp, to be totally honest i had never seen the man that pays my paycheck so i just hold harry as well, hoping he does all the talking, “you got remarried?” santiago asks laying his eyes on me, “yeah dude, it was a very spontaneous thing but i couldn’t wait any longer”, harry smiles at me, “this is y/n.. y/n this is santiago” he introduces us and i reach my hand but santiago comes in for a kiss on each cheek, “it’s how we do it in spain” he exclaims. “will y/n be playing with us?” before harry can reply i let out a laugh, “god no i’ve never payed golf”, “play with us sweetpea, i’ll teach you”.

“i’ve only ever played mini golf with my nephews”

“you have nephews?”

“yes two and they always lose”

“it would be bad if you lost mini golf to children don’t you think y/n?”

“oh yeah? i bet u a thousand kisses that i win mini golf back in london”

“you’re on, princess”

it’s been an hour and a half, i’m sitting on the golf cart, drinking a mojito as i wait for my turn to play, a woman that i assume is santiago’s wife is also sitting here, she’s not playing though, she’s on the phone talking about pta meetings and dentist appointments, she sometimes glances at me and does a very disgusted face, “y/n! baby! it’s your turn” harry screams, i place the mojito on the cart and i run to him, “help me?” i kiss him and he places himself behind me, “i know exactly what you are doing y/n and it’s not funny” he whispers in my ear and puts my arms in the correct angle, “be a good little girl for me, yeah?” harry then kisses my cheek and moves my arms so the club hits the little white ball. “i think santiago’s wife hates me” i mention it to harry, grabbing his hand, “what? why? did she say anything to you?” his relaxed expression is now a worried one, tensing his eyebrows, “no.. she just looks at me weird” i sigh, “is she.. friends with your ex wife?” i regret the question the moment i ask it, “yeah.. she is, i’m so sorry y/n, i didn’t even think about it when i asked you, she usually doesn’t even come to our games.. i’m really sorry, princess” i frown as he explains, his lips kiss my forehead, “it’s okay” i lie, walking back to the cart, drinking the rest of my mojito.

harry’s pov

after the game y/n ran to the bathroom, the mojito really took a toll on her bladder, so i’m outside with santiago and phillipa, i feel tense just thinking that phillipa could’ve possibly mentioned lauren to y/n or mentioned y/n to lauren, “so harry, santiago told me you got remarried… i asked lauren and she had no idea” phillipa says with a cynical tone, “that’s because lauren is my ex wife, she doesn’t need to know what i do with my life” i snark back, “and isn’t your new wife.. kinda young” phillipa strikes again, santiago touches her arm and i breathe in, “she looks like she’s still university… oh wait she is! isn’t that weird, harry? marrying a woman that is maximum 24?” her words ringing in my ears, “phillipa mi amor, don’t” santiago says sternly, “what? santiago she’s much younger than him, would u go for a younger woman?”, “he’s divorced he can do whatever he wants, pipa, c’mon!”.

and then i see her, with two ice cream cups on her hand, “they had the absolutely disgusting mint chip” y/n hands me the cup, “yuck” she exclaims, “oh.. sorry guys i didn’t know what flavours you liked”, i don’t know how this woman does it, has me grabbed by the throat, completely whipped when i’ve known her for a little over 24 hours. “oh that’s okay y/n” santiago says, “pipa and i were just leaving… i’m sorry harry” he says as he shakes my hand and leaves, semi yelling at phillipa. “what happened?” y/n asks, grabbing a scoop of her pistachio ice cream, “nothing, want to go back to the hotel?”.

the next 5 days fly by, y/n moved her stuff into my room and we have been doing everything together, so much so we have not taken the wedding bands off, y/n asked if we could keep wearing them and i couldn’t say no, i could never say no to her. so we are now at the málaga airport, y/n is going through a romance section of books in english and telling me how she has read at least 90% of the books in there, “harry my tummy hurts, do you have any paracetamol with u?” she asks and i get out of my daydreamy state of mind, “i think i do, what’s wrong?” i open my tote bag and hand the tablet to y/n, “my period must be starting soon”, “oh nooo my sweet princess, do you want a kiss?” i don’t wait for her reply and start kissing her face, “are you sure you want to.. continue this back in london?”, “what? y/n, i’m so sure of this.. of us.. i’m still wearing a fake wedding band for you..i’m 100% sure.”

y/n’s pov

life back in london has definitely been special, minus the fact that whenever i say i’m sleeping over at willow’s i actually mean i’m staying at harry’s and i use the name of his cat.. but other than that, things are good, harry presented me to some of his friends, goes to musicals with me, ended up meeting my younger sister milly, to drop off a christmas gift at my house, making my youngest sister jane force me to facetime harry on christmas day so she could meet him too, a very persuasive 15 year old.. and god the sex, i don’t think i’ve ever had this much fun in my life ever, this man just knows exactly how to treat me right, driving me completely insane at times.

6 months later

today is harry’s birthday, i spent my morning in class and basically prayed the tube would be fast as fuck so i could be at harry’s house by lunch time, i got there around 2:13pm, starving, i opened harry’s apartment door and was greeted by willow, “oh hi my sweet girl” i say enthusiastically, “where’s your dad” i chase willow to the kitchen, harry is naked, only wearing an apron as he cooks what i bet it’s his tomato and beans pastry, “i don't know what looks better, my husband naked or your famous pastry” i giggle as i put my bags on the floor and run to kiss him, “happy birthday my love”, i kiss him again, “to your question, both are great things, second, thank you, princess” he kisses my forehead, “okay! i have your gifts, do you want to open them now?” i ask grabbing the bags i put on the floor, “three bags? y/n i told u to not spend money on me” his tone is demanding, almost mean, and i can’t help but love it, “oh one of these i have to put on and you take it off, ya know?” his eyes widened, “oh i do know” he smirks. harry’s gifts are an intimacy card deck for us to play on our stay in date nights, the lingerie set with hearts that he said and i’ll quote “would love to fuck you in this” so..i got it and an electric wine opener, personalised with his name, “fuck princess, you treat me so good” this kiss is more passionate than when i got home, “do you want me to put this on?” i question him, innocently, “yes fuck yeah baby please”.

sex with harry is always a religious experience, doesn’t matter if it’s morning, afternoon or night he always finds a way to exhaust the life out of me… in a very good way, harry is on his laptop looking for the same lingerie set, because even though i asked, he ripped the bra trying to get it off, my legs still feel wobbly, i check the time on my phone and it’s 5pm, our dinner reservation is only at 8pm so i have more than enough time to rest, i look at myself in the bathroom mirror, god i look like i’ve been through a tornado, i take my eyeliner (or the rest of it) off and brush my hair putting it on a ponytail, i pee and i go the bedroom to get a new pair of panties, “harry where’s my care bears robe?” i ask mid yawn, “behind the bathroom door, love” i nod and put the fake wedding band on my finger, i see harry smiling to himself, “oh shut up” i say walking into his bathroom again and putting on a dark pink robe with various care bears drawings that matched the care bears slippers, this was one of harry’s christmas gift to me, he said he had never met anyone that loved care bears as much as me, i smile at the memory. the doorbell rings and i get out of the bathroom, “get dressed harry it’s likely a friend of yours to wish you a happy birthday”, “oh when did you get so demanding”, “c’mooooon get dressed old man!”.

i run downstairs and i open the door, “..you’re not harry” the woman grunts, “no….i’m his-“, “oh you’re the new wife.”, “um.. i’ll go get.. harry” i’m so confused by this woman i just rush upstairs again, “there’s a woman at the door” i sit in bed, petting willow, “a woman?”, “yeah.. mid 30s.. brunette.. brown eyes, gucci bag” i try and describe her, “oh” that’s all he says. “oh? why oh? who is that- oh” i put two and two together, i had always told harry i didn’t want to know who his ex wife was and that came right after me, “come with me, please, i don’t want to be with her alone” harry lets out a loud sigh, “of course harry” in reality i’m shitting myself. he goes ahead of me and she has made herself at home, sitting on the sofa, “what do you want, lauren?”, she gets up and goes to hug him but harry immediately stops her, “oh is that how you greet your ex-wife?.. didn’t take you for a rude person, harry. i guess your new wife has changed you” bitch, bitch, BITCH, is all i can think, my blood is boiling so hard, it feels illegal to be angry in care bear clothing. “you’re my ex wife for a reason, can you please tell me what the fuck do you want?” harry puts himself in front of me and i clench my fists out of anger, “came to wish you a happy birthday, baby”, “my god lady will you please get the fuck out” i yell, i don’t know where that came from but i feel angry and upset and close to beating her up if she doesn’t leave my home, i mean, harry’s home. “what? are you gonna let her speak to me like that?” she looks offended, good. “yes, get out of our home, now”… our home. our home.

harry and i don’t talk about what happened until we’re at the restaurant, he’s wearing a white shirt that isn’t buttoned all the way up, black pants with golden buttons and black loafers, he had a big heavy black coat on top that is now on the back of his chair, i’m wearing a ruffled light blue dress with spaghetti straps, the dress reaches my mid thigh and it’s freezing in february so i have tights on, my white doctor martens and a puffy jacket that is on my chair as well. he holds my hand on top of the table, “y/n.. i only love you, please know that.. well you and willow”, “i love you so much harry, i’m sorry this day isn’t your best birthday”, “don’t be silly, i spent 38 dreadful birthdays, i’m glad 39th is with the love of my life.” harry orders the wine for us, as usual, we both happen to go for pasta dishes… which let’s be honest is also the usual, “harry i’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay?” he nods as he’s munching on garlic bread. as i get out of the bathroom i see my older brother, angus, standing in front of me, “angus??? what the fuck” i whisper-yell at him, “y/n? what are you doing here? did mum and dad invite u?” that question almost made me die in front of him, “mum and dad are here?? fuck no! angus, angus do not tell them i’m here please! i’ll babysit jacob and matthew anytime u ask me to, u don’t even have to pay me anything” i’m desperate at this point, “heeeeeeeeey okay that’s a very big promise y/n.. oh good lord are you here with that older guy? IS THAT A WEDDING BAND” he just yelled that to the entire restaurant, “angus shut up!” as i yell back to my brother. i see my dad staring at the both of us causing a scene in a restaurant, my dad just recently got remarried…to his husband… paul and things in the family haven’t been easy, especially between him and my mum, which led him to flee the table looking for my brother for some peace, “y/n cookie, what are you doing here?”, “dad i’m here with my boyfriend but can u please, please not tell mummy?” i hope he can sense the panic in my voice because i’m literally about to throw up. “okay cookie, breathe love” my dad side hugs me, brushing his fingers through my cheek, “angus and i won’t tell mummy okay? go enjoy your dinner, cookie” i breathe out the air i was holding in and go back to the table. “i was going to look for you, y/n, i was getting worried” harry sits back down, “why are you shaking, what’s wrong?”, “my brother, my dad, my nephews…and my mum are all here..we are so fucked harry, my brother saw the wedding band and i’m pretty sure my dad did too but he promised not to say anything to my mum………..that is walking in our direction right now” this is it. i’m fucked. i’m so fucked, i don’t even know why i’m fucked at almost 24 but i’m fucked because i hid my relationship with a man 16 years my senior from my entire family but my siblings and i’m fucked. “y/n y/s/n y/l/n why are your brother and your father trying to lie to me? who is this?” oh god, i only have time to hide my hand under the table and breathe in and out. “hi mummy… um i.. this is harry” i’m stuttering, “hello ms y/l/n” harry gets up and stares at her, not knowing exactly what to do, “and what are you to my daughter?”, “i’m.. her boyfriend”, “y/n what is this?” i try to speak but nothing comes out of my mouth, i had nothing planned, i was thinking of maybe introducing harry to my family on my birthday party so it would be easier, “um.. uh.. well.. you know.. he..” i take my hand from under the table and hide my face in both my hands. bad idea. “oh my god, you got married to this man? how old are you? 50?” she starts yelling and i feel small, if i didn’t have words before now i just don’t want to be here anymore, my brother is trying to calm her down, harry is explaining they’re promise rings and he’s 39 which in my mum’s head is now 50 and my dad is holding the twins by the hand.

what. a. fucking. birthday.

i’m sitting on a bench, crying, harry is talking with my brother and my nephews and my parents are sat, one on each side, “amelia, let me do the talking, okay?” my dad snaps at my mum, “we just got expelled from a restaurant because of you, let ME do the talking” i had never seen my father this mad, “cookie, i understand your mum’s point by seeing you with a much older man, but i don’t understand why you didn’t come to us”, he’s now doing the cheek thing again, “because mum would make the exact same scene and harry would just see me as the stupid little girl that still needs her parents approval though she’s 23” i pout, i truly feel like a child with my reactions, “listen y/n.. i didn’t mean to cause a scene, bubs, i saw the rings and you know harry looks much older than you and i thought he was trying to hurt you” i swallow my tears, “how.. how long have you been dating this man”, “since august”, “AUGUST?”, “yes i’m so sorry”, i let my tears out again, “no, y/n don’t say sorry.. i feel so hurt with myself that you didn’t felt like it was safe to tell us for 6 months.. do milly and jane know?” when she mentions my younger sisters my expression changes from sad to guilty, “angus, milly and jane all knew… but only milly met harry”, “milly met harry?”, “yeah harry dropped off my christmas present at home and milly was the one that helped him…remember my friend willow.. the one i sleep over a lot and got me the care bears robe.. well willow is the name of harry’s cat” i just sat there in silence, i looked over at harry and the twins and i was no longer listening to my parents, “harry” i call out, “please come meet my mum and dad”.

i get up and stand next to him, “mummy, dad, this is harry, my boyfriend” i hold his hand tightly, playing with his wedding band.. i frown my eyebrows, i had never realised, his band was engraved with our initials.

the end (or not)

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I Just saw this and I wanted to say WHAT A FREAKING AMAZING READ THIS IS! I actually read this twice in a row🤭

Home On The Range

Home is where the heart is. That’s what they always say.

For Harry, the ranch was home. Nothing else ever felt as warm or as comfortable as the pies in the window, the sound of twangy guitars coming from outdated radios in the barn, the smell of hay. Sprawling mountains and the deep valleys, the sounds of horses running through dewy grass.

That’s what home was to him, until she walked up the dusty drive.

Howdy besties, and welcome to Home on the Range. Hope you find this cures your cravings for a ranching man!

Warnings: talk of death, grief and loss. Jealousy, slight angst, toothache worthy fluff, flannel, and a sprinkle of dirty rancher smut. A spank here and there. We are happy to answer any questions you have about our little universe and discuss it with you if you send a message in our ask box!

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1. Peach Cobbler

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4. Pecan Pie

5. Grits*

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If you need something to make you feel lonly... here you go🥲

Moka Pot

A/N: Thank you to @sassy-shxwn for requesting this and @gurugirl for helping me with the title.

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x YN Status: Complete Oneshot Word Count: 2.2K

Request: Do you think you can maybe do y/n and Harry having a slow morning routine? Like drinking tea together, doing skin together, basically just doing everything together?

Read below or on AO3 or Wattpad

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But.... but.... but HOW

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I need lhh back

i’m scared of lhh😭😭😭

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The battle of the harries. But we can al agree......

FRATTTT🤩

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I need lhh back

i’m scared of lhh😭😭😭

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Aaahh I can't!! You smashed it as always🤩

In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Warning: 18+, smut, daddy kink, praise kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence

Daddy issues- Masterlist / alternatively, read on A03 or wattpad

Part 22 (Word count: 4k) - posted July 10th

About a month had passed since that very eventful evening. Harry was right, nothing could take away from the joy having told each other “I love you” had brought. Not even all the chaos that had led up to that point.

Looking back, you remembered none of the bad stuff. You’d been on cloud nine, ever since. Harry wouldn’t even discuss you going back to live in another city when you could work remotely just fine, and in truth you didn’t want to go live 2 hours away from him either. So, at his suggestion, you’d been practically living together ever since that day, more or less straight out of your already impromptu California bag. You didn’t even go back once to your place to get more of your stuff, but you hadn’t needed anything since you were working from home and barely put on any clothes to begin with.

The two of you were acting as though you were on your honeymoon. That’s what it felt like. You’d had a trial run on your trip together but this was something else entirely. Harry sometimes worked from home but mostly he had to go in office, and on site to various projects he was overlooking, and when he’d come back home you felt your heart swell. You’d never imagined you could enjoy this domestic angle to a relationship. But you loved waiting for him to come back home to you. You missed him as soon as he left out the door and couldn’t wait to see him come back to you. You were someone who normally valued alone time a lot, but with Harry you never felt smothered or like you needed time to yourself. You knew it was healthy to spend time apart but you weren’t yet ready to share him with the outside world. You felt it was unfair the two of you had to work when you had much more important stuff to do, like making love all day.

Harry of course was over the moon to have you all to himself. He loved throwing his briefcase on the dining room table when he got back from work, even when you were already on the couch next to it, and yelling “Honey, I’m home!”, the biggest, brightest grin on his face. To which you’d respond in various ways, his favourite seemingly the one where you hitched up the already skimpy piece of clothing you would lounge around the house in, spreading your thighs widely and revealing your naked core to him, and saying “Nuh-huh, daddy. Here’s your home, balls deep inside me”.

Harry went feral the first time you pulled that stunt on him.

You even spent Valentine’s tucked away from the world as well. Harry kept you in bed all day. He started by having his own “breakfast” in bed. Then he brought you your (actual) breakfast in bed, on a proper tray and everything, even adorned with a singular dwarf sunflower and insisted on spoon feeding you and also that you don’t cover your breasts while you eat so that he can lick trails of strawberry jam off your nipples.

Then, needles to say you were all sticky and you had to take a shower together so he could make sure you’re squeaky clean, but only after he fucked you silly and let you have your own sticky desert at the end. You then got back in bed and Harry rested his head in your lap (he still insisted you don’t cover your breasts with the bedsheet) reading poetry out loud to you from his favourite author, he’d underlined his copy all week in preparation. You just carded your fingers through his curls and looked at him dreamily, enjoying the slow cadence of his deep voice and that’s how you fell asleep in the afternoon, him mouthing at your breasts to his heart’s content.

He woke you up though, just as the february sun was setting early, he had more in store for you. He wanted to edge you while you read him back some of the poems he picked, you had to make sure you didn’t stutter, otherwise he’d stop. He didn't let you come for nearly an hour, lapping lazily at your pussy, his head resting in the crease of your thigh, fingers pumping slowly inside you. And after all that, he fucked you- hard, and you soaked the bedding.

He next ran a bath for both of you, even lit up candles all around the tub, used your special bath bombs and propped up a chair with a rom-com to watch on his laptop as you sat between his legs and he massaged shampoo into your scalp until you groaned in bliss.

He changed the bed linen and got dinner ready while you blow dried your hair. He made you your favorite, pasta carbonara from scratch and coupled it with your preferred wine but pouted at you for putting on clothes, although he’d also put on sweatpants, as you’d pointed out, so he let it slide.

Since you were (partially) dressed you asked for a late night car ride and Harry was pleased to indulge you. You held hands over the console while soppy valentine’s day music played over the radio, and you ended up nodding off, your temple against the window. He drove back home, gently took you back into bed and you didn’t wake up until he tried to wiggle you out of your jeans so that you’d be comfy. You were in his arms, ready to fall back asleep but there was just one thing missing, and he was more than willing when you asked to cockwarm him, but you ended up making slow, unhurried love instead.

Needless to say, it’d been a Valentine’s Day you wouldn’t be forgetting too soon.

All in all, living with Harry had been a smoother transition than you’d have ever imagined it to be. You still kept your lease on your flat for the time being, but Harry had been hinting at figuring out something in the near future, a clean slate for both of you.

Maybe another state, somewhere warmer since both of you seemed to enjoy it better, it was up to your hearts’ desire, really. He felt like there was no real reason to stick around, especially now that Emily was away for college in another state anyway and likely wouldn’t ever move back to her hometown afterwards.

Speaking of Emily, that was the only thing putting a damper on all of this.

Harry tried hiding it from you, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. You knew it was affecting him badly. He really hadn’t anticipated Emily to hold this big of a grudge over the whole thing- she wouldn’t talk to him at all. You tried not to pry, let him tell you what little he wanted to, but he didn’t want to talk about it at all. And you didn’t want to push him. You’d told him you were there for him if he ever wanted to talk about it but he always reassured you it’d be fine eventually and to not worry about it.

But you were worrying about it.

He was so sad sometimes that you could hardly do anything to get his mind off things. He had every right to be sad about it. You knew how special his bond with his daughter was, and of course you couldn’t help but feel responsible for all of it.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken at all with your family either but for very different reasons. They hadn’t tried getting in touch either. All you knew about them anymore was coming from Niall, that over the top lawyer Harry had. The whole thing was a legal mess. Yes, Harry had paid a fine for public misdemeanour, luckily your father was alright so there was no solid ground for any further charges against him (he did deliver just that one punch, to be fair-- but luckily the fall your father took hadn’t been fatal or very serious even); but the whole thing with Derek and the drugs he’d planted on Emily was ongoing. These things are slow like that, at least that’s what Niall had said, and Harry was upset that this was hanging over his daughter’s head for as long as it had been, but you had no choice but to go through the albeit slow legal process of it all. Harry had turned in the evidence he had from the private detective he’d hired to keep an eye on Derek (and for good reason, as it turned out), so it was really just a matter of waiting it out, the outcome was surely in your favour but still it was upsetting that it was taking so long.

You hated seeing Harry so thorn over it. But there was nothing you could do except trust him that in time Emily would turn around… though you doubted it. You never told him as much, of course. You had much different issues with your own father, but still you tried putting yourself in her shoes and it wasn’t pretty, you could admit it. Had she not had to find out about it this way, maybe things would have been much different; as it was though, you could imagine the shock Emily must’ve had when it all came crashing down on her like that, and she’d already been quite shaken up about the whole thing with Derek, emotionally, but not to mention its legal ramifications also.

It was with her in mind that you snapped out of your reverie when you heard a loud noise from across the hall. You were home alone that day, working (or supposed to be working when you were not too busy daydreaming about Harry) and with a quick glance at the time on your work laptop you realized he was unusually early. It wasn’t that Harry had a clear schedule, a 9 to 5 job, but you could gauge how long he’d be away by now, and also, he’d usually text you on his way home asking for your preference on what you should have for dinner. He loved picking up fresh groceries and loved cooking with said groceries almost on a daily basis if he wasn’t too tired from work.

As you were processing all of this the noises got louder and you decided to go see what he was up to, a bit upset that he hadn’t stopped by the bedroom first to check in on you. Usually you would work from the dining room table but today you’d felt particularly lazy and work had been slow. Maybe it was because he disliked it when you were displaying this level of laziness. He’d never told you, but you could tell he couldn’t understand how you could work from bed when he had a perfectly fit office you could use, or the dining room table at the very least. When he worked from home, he always used the office and he would change out of his usual sweatpants he wore on lazy weekends. He didn’t suit up or anything (that would’ve been a touch too crazy, even for Harry’s workaholic ways) but he wore something he would wear on a casual day out maybe, he said it put him in a work mindset. You of course just thought he was mental. But you kept that to yourself, just like he did when it came to your working from bed sometimes. You did wonder whether he’d snap one of these days, the idea too much for his OCD, and maybe today was the day, seeing as he didn’t come to greet you and went straight for what sounded like the kitchen.

You trotted across the hallway and when you realized the kitchen was clear you were scared half to death when a young woman that you then recognized as Emily came out of her bedroom next to it.

“Fuck! You scared the living hell out of me!” you laughed out incredulously, clutching your oversized t-shirt to your chest over your rapidly beating heart.

Emily didn’t find it funny in the least though, considering the death stare she was casting upon you “You’re here.”

You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself “Uhm, yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting anyone… sorry”

Emily scanned you head to toe in disdain “Clearly. Maybe you should’ve. This is my house. Well. It’s my dad’s, but I live here too”

You felt yourself blush. She was right, of course. You weren’t even wearing any underwear, but Harry’s old t-shirt was long enough to ensure your modesty “I only meant… Harry didn’t say you were coming over”

“He doesn’t know I’m here. I came for my stuff. Luckily for you, you won’t have to worry about unannounced visitors anymore, I’m clearing out my room”

“Emily…”

“Nope. Don’t wanna hear it. I didn’t see your car up front, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in. Don’t wanna see your face as much as I don’t want to see his”

“It’s… it’s in the shop. Harry insisted he’d have his mechanic look over it…” you cleared your throat, you were rambling “Listen, Emily, I know it’s not my place, but--”

“You’re right, it’s not, so shut it. I’m here now so I’ll just get this over with. Go ahead and go back to laying around half naked all day while my dad breaks his back at work for you or whatever it is you do all day”

“... Excuse me?”

Emily rolled her eyes “I don’t give a fuck. Just get out of my face. Better not find anything missing from my room, though.”

You stepped closer then “Emily, I get that you’re upset, I really do, but this is crossing a line”

“Ha!” she laughed incredulously, getting closer too “Crossing a line, am I? Look who’s talking! Little miss <<let me drive you home and seduce your dad while I’m at it>> herself”

You gasped “I… Wow. I did not-- Emily, whatever you think it is that happened you’re imagining it all wrong. I didn’t set out to seduce anyone! And no one seduced anyone, what do you think is going on here exactly?”

She shrugged “You’re just taking advantage of my dad being lonely. Saw his place, figured he was doing well for himself. I saw yours and know you aren’t, or at least your parents aren’t. Lord knows Derek has been complaining about them not affording stuff for him”

“What!?-- They just bought him a car, whereas I had to take a loan from my father for mine. And this doesn’t even concern you! And most of all- how dare you imply I’m after your father’s money!?”

She scoffed “Why else are you here then? Sure, dad is a sweetheart-- but he’s old!”

“He’s not old, he’s older, there’s a difference!” you furrowed your brows “He had you very young, and I’m not your age, Emily. I’m 26. He’s 42. Sure, there’s a significant age gap, but stop treating him like he’s a senior citizen and I’m underage. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!’

“Oh, am I? He could be a grandfather!”

Your eyes widened and immediately dropped to her midsection. You noticed how she fidgeted under your gaze but before you could open your mouth further you heard the front door and heard Harry’s amused voice before you saw him making his way to you “Are you watching those despicable housewives show again? They just won’t stop bickering, huh?”

The sweet grin on his face faded instantaneously as he froze in place the moment he laid eyes on the two of you. Nobody was saying anything so you cleared your throat “I’ll give you guys some privacy” and meant to walk away but Emily snapped

“No, stay. I want you to hear what I’ve got to tell him, too”

“Ems…”

“No, dad, you don’t get to sweet talk your way out of this. I came to get my stuff, only to bump into your half naked… plaything! Do you have any idea how mortifying this is? This is my home, too! You were so quick to replace me, weren’t you?! Hell, she’s about my age, why not let her be your new pretend daughter? Ugh. I’m gonna be sick. All of this is sick… You’re sick!”

“Emily.” Harry’s stern voice surprised even you, you could feel your blood freeze in your veins, but to your shock, she continued

“No, no. You are! I was just telling her how sick and perverted this whole thing is! You’re old! Why can’t you act your age? And, are you really that gullible? She’s clearly sticking around for as long as she can profit off of you. What is wrong with men?! I can’t believe you turned out to be just another sick bastard, like all of them! Not only that, but you’re apparently also violent?! What the hell is wrong with you!? My whole life has been a lie! You’re not the man I thought you were, not in the least!”

Your downcast eyes peeped a look at Harry and you could tell that under all that angry facade his heart was shattering. Emily was being brutal. And he had to sit there and take it with a brave face, be the father she was falsely accusing him not to be “You stop this right this instance! I won’t allow it! Like it or not, I’m still your father and you will not raise your voice at me, let alone judge me. You’re wrong, by the way, terribly so, but you’re too much of a child to see it. You’ve done some terrible mistakes, Emily, ones I’ve clearly warned you about, yet you have the nerve to cast judgement on what I’m doing?! Since when do you think that’s acceptable?”

“I--”

“Shut it. I don’t want to hear it! You’ve said enough. I’m terribly disappointed in you, Emily. I wanted to talk to you, explain all of this in a mature, adult conversation, since I thought you were grown enough to have one, but things that were out of my control escalated in such a manner that you had to see and hear things that you shouldn’t have- not like that, at least. And for that, I’m sorry. But I won’t apologise for my personal decisions, I don’t even have to explain them to you! My love life is none of your business! Whom I date is none of your business! I’m not bringing a woman home telling you this is your new stepmother, something you didn’t second guess as a child when your mother did it- but somehow I’m held responsible now that you’re all grown and away for college? I wanted to tell you because I love you and I want us to always be as close as we’ve ever been. I couldn’t tell you the way I wanted to, but I never imagined you’d end up saying such vile things about a person you don’t even know, at the end of the day!”

“Oh, but I do know her! I know her and her brother and that whole awful family of theirs! They’re nothing but scammers, dad. And you’re falling for it!--”

“I won’t have it, Emily, I’m not letting this go any further. You’re blinded by hatred. I can’t believe half the things you’ve said to me today! This is not the kind, gentle soul I’ve helped raise from as small as my own two palms!” he held his hands before him and you could see he was fighting off tears but was losing the battle

“And you’re not the father I thought you were! Stop trying to spin this on its head and make me the bad guy! You’ve kept things from me, I don’t even recognize you any more!”

“That’s not true! Nothing changed, if you would just stop whining like a brat and start acting your age I would try talking to you about it! But you’ve hurt me, Emily! This is the woman I love you’re spitting venom at!”

“Love!? Please! Are you kidding me right now? And what about me, your own daughter! You’re really picking her over me!?” her voice was wavering now as well, and you could see tears well up in her own eyes too

“There’s never been a matter of choice, Ems. You’re my kid, I’ll love you no matter what, always, even now when you’re being so awful! But that doesn’t mean you get to say and do whatever you want! Why are you being like this? Do you not want to see me happy?”

Emily groaned in frustration, wiping her tears away “I can’t believe you right now! You are! You are choosing her over me!”

“Petal--”

“No! No, no, no!” she shrieked, covering her ears “I don’t wanna hear it! This is sickening! She could be your daughter, what the hell is wrong with you!? Stop it, stop! It’s either her or me! Understand?”

“No, it’s not, Emily” his voice was back to being stern, she was losing her grasp on reality and Harry needed to be a grounding presence so that she could snap out of her histeria “You stop it! You’re acting like a child!”

“I don’t care!” she shouted, stomping past you and into his face “If you have any semblance of decency in you you’ll end this! You hear me? It’s either her or me! I mean it! I can’t be around you when you’re going to act like a sick twisted old man with a Lolita kink! That’s not my father! I won’t accept it!”

You covered your face at her words, it was unbearable. They must’ve just stared eachother down for a beat because next thing you knew you heard the front door again and Emily was gone.

You watched Harry stare at his feet, his hands on his hips, chewing nervously on his lower lip and you finally whispered “Oh my God…”

His eyes snapped back up at you, almost as though he’d momentarily forgotten you were in the room and the more he looked into your eyes the more you could see his own shine, tears threatening to spill and you quickly made your way towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged you back just as tight and then you felt him shake violently in your arms, quiet sobs he was trying to muffle rattling through his whole body

“Oh, baby…” you cradled the back of his head in the crook of your neck and tried soothing him, but he was beyond his breaking point. You realized you couldn’t hold him upright anymore and you both kneeled to the floor where you felt you could handle holding his upper body in your arms. He was leaning his entire weight on you, and he was much heavier than you’d ever realized until then. He was truly heartbroken, you’d never seen him like this “Shhhh… it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok…”

He shook his head, and you felt just how wet he’d gotten your t-shirt on that side “She’s never gonna get over it”

“She will. She’ll come around…”

“No, she won’t” he gasped for air and you cradled his face in your hands. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked a mess. You’d never seen him this shattered. You’d never seen anyone like this. It broke your heart in ways you never knew were even possible “I know her. She’s not gonna let this go. She’ll never understand”

You gulped, searching his eyes. He was utterly heartbroken.

And it was all your fault.

“Please stop crying, baby. I can’t see you like this” you let out a sob you didn’t know you were holding in “I can’t. It’s breaking my heart. Please, I can’t see you hurt like this”

Harry pulled you into his arms then but you could tell he was still crying. He pressed his cheek to the top of your head and you could literally feel his heavy yet silent tears wet your hair “You’re right” he tried to sound calm but you knew he was holding back for you now and that made you feel even worse “She’ll turn around”

But you both knew that was a lie you were telling eachother but not to yourselves. Emily was not going to budge. So much was clear to you both.

He had to choose.

And he would never make the choice. He’d never be able to live with himself no matter what he chose.

“It’ll be ok. I promise, Harry” you held him tight, squeezing your eyes shut and yet a fresh stream of tears still made their way between your lashes. You knew, in that moment, that you had to make the choice for him. “I love you...”

A/N: DON'T KILL ME 💀! REMEMBER, THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER 😅

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