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leave the door open...

The dishwasher makes a weird noise as Harry presses the button, and she lets out a sigh, wiping her hands on her joggers much to Harry's dismay. There's a few seconds where they just stare at each other, and he lets out a chuckle, turning behind so he can put the kettle on.

It'd only been six months.

Two months during him on tour that they'd been in a relationship, and four months post tour–and four weeks of living together in his London flat–. She knew him for a few years, having met in New York through mutual friends, including her short-term-girlfriend at the time, so living with him, or being with him hasn't been too different.

She loved it.

They both did, especially now that he was off tour.

They argued over silly things, like who would cook that night, or the temperature of the room, or how she forgets to unload the dishwasher– 'the light tells you when it's done, babe', 'well I don't come in the kitchen and look at the bloody dishwasher so excuse me for forgetting a couple of times, Harry'.

They've never been one of those couples who felt very shy around each other. Perhaps it's to do with the fact that they're both confident in their relationship, and the fact that they're very laid back.

After a night out with her girlfriends couple of weeks ago, she presents a new 'conflict' in their relationship: Farting.

She'd found him sitting in bed after coming in, glasses on as he typed away on his laptop. After a few kisses, cuddles, and a few more kisses, she looks up at him with determination in her eyes.

"What?"

"Why do you never fart around me?"

"What?" Harry had laughed. In fact, she had to wait for him to calm down for more than ten minutes.

Harry had continued, face confused but still chuckling. "Where is this coming from?"

"Michael farted after the third-month mark. So did Nick. And Jen."

"Baby, are you upset that I... don't fart?"

"I'm sure you do!" She'd waved her arms around. "But never around me, Harry. Are you embarassed? Are you not comfortable with me? What is it?"

"You're– baby," he'd held her hands to his chest. "I love you. I guess I just... don't really fart?"

"What?"

"I mean, I might've done it couple of times when we're asleep or rather... when you're asleep. I didn't– why have you never farted around me then, hm?"

And that was it.

They'd laugh about it, and it was over.

It was silly.

Now, though, Harry really enjoyed being 'nasty' around her.

He's such a boy when he farts in bed, under the covers, and threatens to lift up the covers since 'you wanted me to fart so bad'.

Another thing he's been doing lately is, leaving the door ajar when he's in the toilet.

Now, she wouldn't mind if he was just weeing.

Or doing something else– anything else other than... number two.

It's not that she minds it, it's... she's rather confused.

So, with the kettle on, she gets their favourite mugs out, and Harry excuses himself to go to the toilet.

She knows why, because she'd figured his toilet habits out by now.

Every night around this time, he would be in the toilet for about ten minutes.

He goes, not without kissing her on the lips, and she can't help but laugh when she doesn't hear the door shut properly.

Five minutes pass, and she looks at their empty mugs, wanting to pour the water when he's back.

She's about to call for him when he beats her to it.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" She looks in the direction of the downstairs toilet, as if she would see him.

"I need toilet paper."

"Fuck sake, Harry–" she puts her phone down on the counter, and walks upstairs, and grabs a few before making her way downstairs.

She stops in front of the door.

"Helloooooo," Harry drawls. "I need to wipe my ass."

"Why do you leave the door open like that?" She thinks out loud.

Harry lets out a groan. "Baby give me the toilet paper."

"Ahh, bet it stinks in there, H."

"Come on."

She goes inside, and hands him one.

Can't help but laugh at the sight of him just sitting there, hair messy and forehead extra-shiny.

"Okay," she pauses.

"Okay... I'll wipe my ass now if you just... y'know?" Harry looks up at her.

She realises how vulnerable he is at the moment.

"I could easily punch your dick right now," she murmurs, leaning against the door, and it closes shut with a click.

"You're so– why would you even say that– baby I fucking need to wipe my ass, just leave."

"No, I think this," she lets out a laugh when she notices him opening the toilet paper. "This is a level up in our relationship! I've never been inside the toilet while you poo."

"Farting and now pooing, you're so fucking weird. Okay, I'll–"

They just stare at each other for a moment before Harry lets out a sigh.

"I don't know how to do– please don't look."

"You've never wiped your ass?"

"Babe, what the fuck, of course I have," Harry says, through gritted teeth. "Just never in front of an audience!"

"Why do you leave the door ajar, then, you twat!"

"It makes me feel less lonely when I can properly hear you do things around the flat, for fuck's sake, just–" he moves his hand. "Just don't look."

She laughs, feeling a bit sorry for him. "Okay, I'm sorry, wait– I'll leave. I'm really sorry, I now realise this is... weird," she laughs, and turns around, hand on the door handle.

"No– don't leave."

"What?"

"Ah, fuck, we're so disgusting as a couple," he laughs.

She leans against the door, but her eyes are focused on the tiles.

She waits until she hears the flush.

"I can't believe you wanted to watch me wipe my ass," Harry finds her gaze in the mirror.

"It's not– wow, that sounds so creepy, please don't ever say that. I didn't want to watch you–" she shudders visibly. "Please don't say that, wow."

"Creepy?" He laughs, wiping his hands before he turns to her, and grabs her cheeks, smushing them. "Disgusting more like."

"Okay, please don't kiss me– you just done a huge poo and it's very stuffy in here–"

"Oh, fuck off, get out!"

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Texting my crash

“Who is it that you like?” “Why? Are you jealous?”

Y/n’s PoV :

I ran downstairs to open the door for harry. I don’t want him to get sick after all. He’s my crash. “Her you go come in.” I said as I opened the door for him. He was all wet and cold. But he didn’t seem to mind it at all. I could see through his eyes that he’s mad. But I didn’t pay too much attention for it when I saw they way his wet hairs falling on his face, the wet shirt sticking to his skin showing his beautiful arm muscles and his hot chest. I could already feel the wetness in my underwear just from looking at him like that. “I- yo- do you want me to get you something else to wear or…?” I asked when I woke up from my daydream. “No.” He said and pinned me to the walls next to the front door. He started kissing my neck and touching my waist hungrily. “Tell me princess…” he said through my skin. I felt his warm breath on my neck and shoulders while he talks. “Is it him you really want? Or is it me?” He asked and I blushed even more than I did before. “Why does it bother you so much?” I asked breathing heavily. “Don’t play with me!” He said louder than he did before and started biting on my skin. “Ouch.” I whined and he shushed me. “Who is it?” He asked and sent his hand under my pants slowly. “I don’t have to tell you anything.” I said back smiling as I knew what was coming. He’s so jealous and protective and I love it. “You don’t have to, but you will.” He said as he slides one finger into me. I grasped over his shoulder but his kept kissing and biting my skin. “Tell me baby, who’s the one you want?” He asked again and curled up his finger inside me. I whimpered and pulled my head back which gave him more surface to kiss and suck on. “Lloyd.” I said and smiled teasingly. “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” He said and pulled his finger out of me. He picked me up and held me until he got to my bedroom and pulled me on the bed there. I was laying on the bed waiting for him and watching him taking all his clothes off of his beautiful body. His skin was all wet but it just made him even hotter if that even possible. But he still didn’t took his boxers off. Not showing me what I was craving for. “You forgot something?” I asked and he smiled. He knew I want that. “I don’t think so.” He said and climbed over me and kept kissing and biting my neck. But this time he slowly went down with his kisses. Living I line of kisses until he reached my tits. He slowly took my shirt off looking in my eyes. He kissed my chest few times before he turned back to me. “Am I allowed?” He asked before he opened my bra. “Yes” I said breathlessly. He opened my bra and kissed my tits and bit on them. When he kept doing his kisses line going towards my belly I saw the love bites he left on my skin. And damn they are so hot. Before I noticed he reached my pants and started taking them off slowly. Kissing my thighs until he reaches my panties. He looked up to me, asking for permission to take them off as well. I nodded and he started biting the edges of my underwear. I whimpered and pulled my head back impatiently. “Shhhh.” He shushed my and took my panties off as well. He started kissing on it first. After few moments he pulled both my legs above his shoulders and started eating me out hungrily. His tongue on my dripping pussy felt so fucking good. I moaned and pulled my head back with pleasure. He stopped for a second and climbed over me again and faced me. “Tell me love, who do you want? Me or Lloyd ?” He asked again and I smiled and didn’t say a word. “Tell me!!” He said loudly. “No.” I teased him. “Alright, no problem.” He said and easily turned me on my belly. I heard him getting out of the bed and taking his pants again. He took a condom out of his pocket and opened it with his tenth. God he’s so fucking sexy. “Turn your head.” He said when he caught me looking at him. I turned my face and leaned my head on a pillow. He climbed on the bed again and on me. Then without any warning I felt his dick deep inside me. “Ahhhhh.” I screamed and he shushed me again. He was so big and thick. His dick was just perfect.

He started moving inside me slowly but slowly speed up. “Uhhhhhhh.” I moaned loudly as he’s pumping fast and deep in me. “Who is it?!” He yelled and smacked my ass. “L- Lloyd.” I said smiling at him and then he sped up. “Ahhhhhhhh.” I screamed and he smacked my ass again. “Shhhhh, tell me.” He said in my ear. “N- no,” I said and he sped up again. It was so fucking fast I couldn’t even find the bit. He put his hand on my mouth to shut me up. “You like this don’t you? Me fucking you roughly out of jealousy? That’s what you wanted in the first place isn’t it?” He said breathlessly in my ear. I couldn’t say anything cuz his hand was on my mouth. I just moaned loudly through his hand. “Uhhhh it’s so goodddddd.” He moaned in my ears and sped up even more if that’s even possible. I felt the orgasm building in my stomach as he kept moaning his beautiful moans in my ears. “Ohhhhh fuck I’m coming.” He said a second before he finished inside me. He took his hand off of my mouth and pulled the condom off his dick. “That was good.” He said to himself and threw the condom on the floor. “So tell me angel, who do you want? Me or him? I can give you another round if you need some time to think about your answer.” He said and turned me on my back. “I need to cum.” I said and he smirked. “Oh you will cum don’t worry, just after you tell me the truth.” He said and kissed me. I didn’t say a word for a minute and he nodded and went back to his pants to search for another condom. “You better not cum until I tell you to.” He said and put the condom on his hard cock. I stared at his dick the whole time and when he saw me he giggled a bit and came to me. “You want that?” He asked when he was close enough to the bed. “Was all of that in me?” I asked and he smiled. “Umm like I bit more than a half.” He said smiling. “Jesus.” I said quietly still staring at his huge cock. “Come here, on your knees.” He said and I got off of the bed and on my knees in front of him. “open wide lovely.” He said and pulled my head upwards from my chin. I opened my mouth for him and he shoved in a little bit of his dick. I sucked on it hungrily and tried to shove it in more but he always pulled out when I did. “Uhhh fuck right there.” He said and pulled his dick a little more out leaving only his tip in my mouth. I sucked on it harder and he rolled his eyes back out of pleasure. “Uhhh yesssss.” He moaned and I noticed his legs shaking. I stopped because I don’t want him to fall. “Why did you stop?” He asked breathlessly. “You should sit, your legs shaking.” I said and he nodded and sat on the bed. I came back and kept sucking his dick. “Only the tip, like before.” He said and I nodded and kept sucking only his tip while he’s moaning loudly above me. “Fuck yes yes yes you’re doing so fucking well.” He said and his legs shakes even more, I knew he was so close, so I sucked even harder making him moan louder and his legs shake even more. “Ahhhhh ahhhh yes yes uhhhhhhh.” He moaned and finished in my mouth. I swallowed it all and licked the last drops of cum his has on his tip. “Good girl.” He said and fell on his back. “Come here, sit.” He said and pointed at his face. “I’ll make you cum honey” he said and I nodded and climbed over him. I started riding his face and he held my thighs hardly. Trying to force them down. “Y/n! I said sit not ride!!” He said and I nodded and sat down on his face. I was afraid I’m choking him. “You breathing?” I asked and he nodded and started sucking and licking my wet pussy. “Ohhh fuckkkkk.” I moaned and rode his face a little but he kept forcing my thighs down. After few minutes I finished in his mouth and he swallowed all of it. I got off of him and laid next to him on the bed. “You.” I said and he looked at me. “What?” He asked. “I like you.” I said and he smiled and pulled me over to hug me tightly. “I knew it.” He said and wrapped his legs around my waist.

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ON REPEAT

A/N: we all saw the vid of him tongueing his guitar... yeah... the devil works hard but i work harder

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: As his personal assistant, you definitely shouldn't be havin dirty thoughts of Harry, especially not about the way his tongue on his guitar. But it's hard to resist and you need relief, but you never thought your boss would be more than willing to help you out.

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You watch it happen and in a third of a second you are no different than the screaming girls out there in the pit and the stands, only that you can’t scream from the top of your lungs when Harry mimics to be playing his guitar with his tongue.

It’s vile. It’s maddening and it should definitely not turn you on the way it does, because he is your boss. He is not just a rock star for you, a person far out of your reach, he is your job, you manage his everyday life for a living so you surely should not be having dirty thoughts at the sight of his tongue on a guitar’s neck.

But you do. You very much do and the fantasies are so bad you can actually feel your panties getting wet in an instant as you stand by the stage and watch him carry his performance on as if he didn’t just destroy all ovaries in the arena and because there’s probably hundreds of videos now of his little stunt, you know it will continue to sweep through the whole world by the morning.

The after show period is the same as always. Harry runs off stage, he changes faster than lightning and before the first people could step out of the arena the two of you are in the backseat of a car, heading out to avoid the traffic his own show usually creates.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he comments.

You don’t dare to look at him, especially not because you can smell him from this close, locked up together in the car. The smell of his shower gel from before the show is still lingering on his skin but it is not mixed with his sweat, the smell of his own body that you spent two hours to stare at and have the most ravenous and lustful thoughts you’ve ever had since you’ve realized you have a crush on your boss.

This is what hell must be like.

“I’m good, just tired,” you shrug and continue staring out the window. You can feel his excruciating gaze on you, it’s burning your skin, but you keep your eyes on the outside world, hoping to survive this five minute car ride without moaning or whimpering in front of him.

You practically run to your room once you’ve parted ways in the hallway and when you throw yourself onto the perfectly made bed you scream into the pillow, letting out the pent up frustration you battled with all evening.

Out of all men in the world why did you have to fall for your boss? Why do you find him the best looking man to ever exist? Your body and mind has betrayed you and now you have to bear the consequences of it.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip when you pull your phone out and go online, looking for a video of the guitar stunt. It takes about five seconds to stumble upon it and because it was taken by a fan, it was recorded from a lower point and it just adds to the weight of it.

You watch it over and over and over… and over again.

And before you could even realize what you’re doing, your hand is between your legs, applying pressure at the right spot over your shorts, your heart beat is picking up and an occasional swear word leaves your parted lips every once in a while.

What you don’t notice is that you did not close your room’s door fully when you rushed inside, so when Harry comes over to ask if he could grab your phone charger, because his just died, he can easily push the door open and step inside without making a sound when he hears your whimpers and the video playing over and over again.

He knows which part it is, he remembers it clearly, because he knew it would make his fans go crazy, but he did not expect to catch you watching it back… and enjoy it this much.

He stays hidden for a bit and selfishly listens to your sounds. Adrenaline boosts through his veins as he realizes that you’re playing with yourself while watching the video of him and well… it is definitely doing things to him.

Just like the shorts you were wearing tonight, all those silky skin you were showing, the curve of your ass peeking out from underneath, Harry had to take a second shower when he saw you bend down for something. And now he caught you playing with yourself while thinking about him.

He knows he has to make a decision. Walk out, close the door and pretend he never heard anything or walk in and do what he’s been fantasizing about probably since he hired you to be his assistant.

His legs move before the decision is processed in his mind.

He walks out from his hiding spot and it takes a moment for you to register his presence and realize that it’s not just a hallucination, he did in fact just walk into your room while you were masturbating to a video of him.

“Oh my God!” you scream and the phone goes flying out of your hands, dropping to the floor, but the video is still playing. Your heart is threatening to burst right out of your chest and jump to Harry’s feet and you’re trying to grab the sheets to cover yourself even though you’re not naked, but Harry is quick to climb onto the bed and stop you from doing it. To put some more distance between the two of you, you push up against the headboard and shut your legs closed tight, horror etched onto your face as your mind is racing, trying to find a way to explain yourself, but you know there’s nothing you could say that would get you out of this mess.

Harry, on the other hand, is enjoying this more than he should, probably. The shame on your face, the way your body is still in a state of lust but also in shock, this is thrilling, knowing he did this to you, the woman who is usually so laid back he can’t ever read your body language.

His eyes are glued to your face as he reaches out and places his hands on your trembling knees. Part of him is disappointed you’re not rambling, trying to talk yourself out of it, but it’s also hot that you are not denying what you’ve been just caught doing.

“Open your legs, Y/N,” he speaks up in a husky, gut wrenching voice and if you weren’t scared for your life (and job), you might have come just from that.

When you don’t move, just stare back at him, he applies the tiniest bit of pressure on your knees to push them apart and your body gives up resistance instantly.

The hunger that flashes through his eyes when he sees that you’ve drenched your panties and shorts good enough to have a visible spot on them, right in front of him now sends a shiver down your spine. And then when he reaches out and runs just one single finger, his middle finger down the seam, you fear your soul has left your body.

“I can leave you and finish on your own, Y/N. Or I can do it for you. Your choice.”

Fuck, your mind feels so heavy and fogged up, you are not in the state to make a decision, let alone one that could have an effect on your life, but it’s like there’s an emergency window has been broken and something else has taken over you, you find yourself speaking up.

“I want you to do it.”

The smirk that spreads across his face twists your inside and you don’t even have time to process it when he climbs over you like a hungry lion and claims your mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that has you seeing stars.

With his mouth still devouring your lips, one of his hands move to grab yours and brings it over to his head.

“If you want to grab onto something, it can only be my hair, understood?” he talks against your mouth and all you can do is nod and let out a whimper. He smirks, so pleased with himself before moving back down and sitting down between your now open legs. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear at the same time and then tugs them down with a swift motion, baring you in front of him, revealing just how much he has turned you on.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you! So wet and ready for me. It’s not the first time I’ve turned you on, right?” His eyes snap up to meet you as he reaches out and runs two of his fingers down your cunt. The touch feels like electricity, your whole body reacts and your knees start shaking.

“No,” you breathe out.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles lowly. “Next time, Y/N, you’re coming straight to me. No toying, no touching yourself, I want to be the only one to make you come. Understood?”

You just nod again, but this time he doesn’t take it as an answer.

“I need you to use your pretty voice.”

“Understood,” you manage to speak out, but the word melts into a moan when his fingers start circling on your clit.

“Good girl.”

Fast and graciously, he gets onto his stomach and before you could even appreciate the sight of him between your legs, his mouth latches onto your pussy and it’s game over for you.

You vaguely remember his request to only hold onto his hair and that’s what you do, you grab his chocolate curls with so much force it stings his scalp, but it also sends waves of pleasure down is groin as well while.

It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that he is fucking amazing in it, that Harry Styles can eat pussy like he does it for a living, that his mouth and tongue know exactly what to do to have your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure. It’s scandalous that he is so good at everything and deep down you already know you’ll never find a man who could eat you out like this ever again.

“Harry, of my God!” you groan out, your back arching when you feel his tongue pushing inside you before it’s replaced by his fingers again.

Harry has heard you say his name a million times in every possible way. Or so he thought. Because this lustful, begging, whiny way is a new way and it is easily his favorite now.

He would want nothing more than to have you some on his mouth, but he also want to selfishly eat up your moans as you orgasm, so right before you could reach your peak he pulls back. You’re just about to complain when he moves up your body and his mouth occupies yours, his hand remaining between your legs, two fingers curling inside you just as he kisses you again. You shake and squirm and his fingers are working their magic on you and you realize you should be giving back as well.

With your lips attached to his you manage to reach down and into his pants, Harry tries to protest, only wanting this to be about you but he is too late and when he feels your hand wrap around his cock, giving him a delicious squeeze, the words die down in his throat.

You both are one big mess. Hands between each other’s legs, mouths hungrily colliding, it’s a state that’s almost too much but you also don’t want this to ever end. When you can feel your orgasm threatening to tip over the edge you start to stroke him faster and harder which earns the most beautiful, torturous moan to bubble from his throat.

You come hard and long, gasping for air, his name rolling off your tongue and into his mouth and he swallows it already wanting more. Your hands fall out of rhythm for a bit, but as soon as you’re coming off your high you return to pleasuring him and when you hook a leg over his waist the position ending up with his tip pressing against your pussy he gives you a look that says he is just about to chase after you.

A few more strokes and he is coming over your stomach, spilling his pleasure onto your shirt and the bedsheet as well, but you couldn’t care less. You keep your hands moving until you know he has given you his all and then you both roll to your back and stare up at the ceiling in your post orgasm haze.

You have absolutely no idea how much time passes before Harry pushes himself up from the bed and disappears in the bathroom only to return with a damp towel. Climbing back next to you he gently cleans you up between your legs and also wipes your stomach before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss above your belly button. Throwing the towel beside the bed he moves closer and curls an arm around your waist as he holds himself up on his other arm, looking down at you with bright, gleaming eyes.

“What?” you ask when he just keeps staring at you.

“I know I shouldn’t be talking about work right now, but I need you to do something.”

For a moment you fear that the aftermath of it all will be a disaster and he is bringing up work because he wants this to be just a one time thing and might be already regretting it.

“Okay,” you breathe out with wide eyes, which makes Harry laugh.

“I need you to cancel your rooms for the rest of the tour.”

“What?” Terror flashes through your body for a moment, thinking that he is about to fire you.

“You’re gonna sleep in my room, because I want to do this every night. On repeat. And even more.”

This fucker.

Smacking his chest you groan in relief as he just keeps laughing at your reaction.

“You couldn’t have possibly thought I would kick you out after this. Y/N, what kind of man do you think I am?” he pretends to be hurt.

“An asshole! That’s what you are!”

“But you want this asshole, right? In your bed.” He leans down and kisses you. “Between your legs.” Another kiss. “All the time. Right?”

“Fuck off,” you mumble, but pull his face down anyway, kissing away your frustration with how much you truly want and how cocky he will be about this for probably the longest time ever.

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“And you know what happens when you're a little bitch who just wants to indulge and suck a dick”

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I’m your good boy

“I wanna go home.” I heard Harry whispering in my ear. I turned to him, to see what’s the problem. “Please…” he added when I turned to him. “Why angel?” I asked and held his hand.

We just arrived to this event and he already wanted to go back home. I don’t know what made him feel this way. Probably because I wasn’t paying attention to him since we got there. But I don’t think this is the reason he wants to go back home. It’s gotta be something that bothers him.

When we arrived here I was holding Harry’s hand for the first few minutes. Until I started to talk to people around, friends, interviewers, photographers and all the other people who was in there. Harry did the same so I didn’t think he felt alone, even if he did he could’ve told me before, before it became this much so he wants to go home.

I was talking to interviewer asking me about the modelling and most about my husband, harry. I answered some of the questions but the others chose to keep for myself.

After we sat around the table with some of my friends and other people. I still haven’t seen any signs that harry feels uncomfortable or not in the mood. He just sat quietly, listening to me and my friends. Probably because he is shy but it seems like he enjoys the night.

“How long have you been together before getting married?” Alisha, my friend, asked. “A little more than two years.” I answered and looked at my husband. He smiled and even blushed a little. I leaned my hand on his and he immediately held mine tightly.

I kept talking to my friends and holding Harry’s hand. Then the music started and I decided to go and dance with my friends. “You coming hun?” I asked harry, “nah, m’okay” he said and kissed the back of my hand. I nodded and went to dance.

After like twenty minutes I noticed harry wasn’t where he was when I left him. I thought he went to take some drinks or something so I decided not to focus on it.

“I wanna go home.” I heard Harry whispering in my ear. I turned to him, to see what’s the problem. “Please…” he added when I turned to him. “Why angel?” I asked and held his hand. He looked down ti his pants. “Shit…” I mumbled. Looking at the bump in his pants. “Sorry…” he said shamefully. “Come” I took his hand and leaded him to the toilet. “Really harry? It’s been less than an hour and you already have a hard on?! What am I supposed to say to everyone. ‘Sorry we gotta go my husband can’t control his cock?” I said upsetting. “I’m sorry…” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night…” he said and looked down.

I started regretting the way spoke to him. He is subbing and I just yelled at him. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t noticed.” I said and grabbed his face with my hand. “It hurts…” he whispered and looked in my eyes with his poppy eyes. “I know hazzie, we will go home and I’ll fix it. Let me just say goodbye to everyone and we will leave. Alright?” “Mhmm, thank you.” He said. “No problem baby.” I said and kissed his cheek. I left him and went to say goodbye to my friends.

I finished saying goodbye to my friends and went back to harry. Which stood right where I left him. “Come baby.” I said and grabbed his hand.

We stepped out of the place together and got into the limousine. I sat next to harry and leaned my hand on his thigh. “Don’t worry, I will take good care of you lovie.” I said and kissed him. “I love you.” He mumbled through the kiss. I ended the kiss, “I love you too.” I said.

We arrived home and I walked with harry hand in hand towards the front door. I opened to door and let him in. “Go to the bed and get naked, okay?” I said and he nodded.

I took off some of my jewellery, of course except the engagement ring. I went to mine and Harry’s bed room, harry was already naked, except his socks that I came in to him taking them off. “Lay on the bed honey.” I said and started undressing myself as well.

He did as I asked. I was already naked and turned to harry. He laid on the bed naked. His nose waspink and he breathed heavily. His cock already had some sticky white liquid poured out of his tip. He was so hard and beautiful, his cock is begging for touch.

“Good boy.” I praised him and got closer to him. “Aren’t you?” I said and he looked at me with his poppy eyes again. “Yes, I’m your good boy.” He said and an innocent smirk speared on his beautiful lips.

He moved his hips a little. Trying to get me to pay attention to his dick. “Don’t worry love. You will get what you want.” I said and kissed him. “You want handcuffs?” I asked him, “yes please “ he said smiling. “Alright baby.” I said and went to bring the handcuffs and some toys as well.

I went back to the bedroom and harry didn’t moved an inch. “Hands up” I said and he pulled his hands up for me. I handcuffed his hands and then speared his legs and tied them to the bed.

“Thank you mommy.” Harry said, I kissed him and sat on his belly. I started making out with him and slowly move my hips so they will slightly touch his cock. Harry moaned in my mouth when my ass touched the tip of his dick. “Mommy… please…”he whispered, I I started kissing his neck. “Fuck mommy please-“ he begged. “What do you want me to do to you?” I asked still kissing his neck. “Anything and everything.” He answered. “We’re you a good boy today?” I asked him. “Yes yes mommy, I was a good boy the whole week.” He answered. I kissed his lips again and the got up of him.

I bent over so I faced his dripping cock. I licked his tip and he moaned slightly. I took a plug from the bounce of toys I brought with me. I shoved it into Harry’s ass. “Ahh fuck-“ he moaned loudly. “You want me to turn it on?” I teased him. “Yes, yes mommy please… please I wanna feel good.” He begged again. I turned the plug on the lowest level. Harry moaned and whimpered. He looked so beautiful, all tied up, hard and desperate for my touch. “You like it pretty boy?” I asked and kissed him. He moved his hips and moaned again. “I’ll take it as a yes.” I said.

I grabbed his cock and started rubbing fast. “Ahhh mommy- fuck- I… I need t to cum…” he moaned. “Cum baby.” I said and kissed his nose. After few seconds he started moaning louder and then finished.

“I wa- want m- more…” he whispered and stuttered. I pulled the plug out of his ass and he whimpered quietly. “Open your mouth.” I said and he opened his mouth. I put the plug in his mouth. He sucked on it while I took some lub and poured it to my hand. I applied it on his butthole, “ahh” Harry whimpered, “cold?” I asked, “yes…” he said and pulled his head back when I shoved a finger into him.

I moved my finger inside his fast and his eyes rolled back as I pulled in two more fingers. “Ahhhh fuckkkk” he moaned loudly. The plug fell out of his mouth, I didn’t put it back in because I was afraid he would break it with his teeth.

“You want a dildo? Or my fingers are enough?” I asked and kissed his tip. “D- dildo please…” he said. He was sweating and whimpering as I pulled out three fingers. He looked so beautiful this way.

I brought a long and thick dildo. I went to his feet and untied them of the bed. Of course leaving some kisses on them. “Can you stick your legs to your chest please.” I said and he held his legs up to his chest as I asked. I took the dildo and slowly shoved it into him. “Mmm mommy hard” he couldn’t say more words than those so I couldn’t understand what he wants. “I don’t understand you honey.” I said and left the dildo inside him, until he will get used to this feeling. “Mommy… fuck hardddd” he whimpered. “You want me to fuck you hard?” I asked confused. “Yes yes mommy hard” he said smiling. He is so fucking sexy and cute at the same time. “Alright baby.” I said and held the dildo and started fucking it into him.

“Ahhhh yes yes yes fuck-“ he moaned louder than he ever did and I speeded up. His moans became screams. “Ahhh ahhh mommy- mommy I’m clo- close… pl- please faster..” he screamed and pulled his head back. “Good boyyyy…” i praised him when he finished on his belly.

He breathed heavily, “you can pull your legs back down honey.” I said. “Mommy…” harry whispered. “Yes angel?” “I’m tired… I wanna go to sleep… I know you haven’t finished too but I’m too tired… can we continue tomorrow please?” He asked. I couldn’t really say no to him. I love him too much. And of course I won’t force him to fuck if he’s too tired for this. “Of course lover, but let’s wash you first okay? I don’t want you to sleep dirty.” He nodded and I took the key for his handcuffs, I opened his handcuffs and kissed his wrists. I kissed him on the lips softly and then took him to the bathroom.