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imasinnerimsorry · 10 months

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The Break-In

Harry was on a business trip with a couple of co-workers, leaving his girlfriend all alone at her house. She begins to notice strange things going on around her until suddenly, everything becomes more intense.

SMUT; Kinks included: Gangbang (4 people), deep penetration, Daddy/Sir/Mister kinks, Squirting, Deepthroating, Dildos, Gaping, Anal, Oral, Creampies

The house was quiet. Too quiet. But there was Rani, filling the noise of the bathroom with some 2000s R&B music and humming along to Mary J. Blige as she finished her nighttime routine. She had a whole process: tie her hair into a bun and put a headband around her hairline so that her hair wouldn’t get in the way, remove her makeup if she had any on, wash her face, apply her moisturizer and essential oils, put on a face mask if she felt like it, put her bonnet on, and brush her teeth. She did this every night- same old thing on a different day.

But, tonight was different. Something about the air was off. It was almost as if someone was watching her…

She shrugged off that feeling, though, not wanting to get super paranoid before she went to bed. Anytime she had a worrying thought or even watched a scary movie before bed, she would always have nightmares. She didn’t have time for that because she had a date with her boyfriend tomorrow.

Her boyfriend, Harry, was such a great man. He was attentive to her every need. If Rani called him at 3 AM to cuddle, she’d hear a knock on her door at 3:15 with him being there behind it with a smile and loving eyes. He was attentive to her every need, want, and desire, whether it be at social events, in the comfort of their own home, or in the bedroom. Harry was just amazing. Her best boyfriend of all time.

Speaking of Rani’s every desire, she had a bucket list of every thing she wanted to do before she died. Everything thrilling like jumping out of a plane to everything kinky like having anal sex. No one knew about this list or the contents of it. No one except Harry. He made a mental note of every single detail, from traveling to the Philippines to trying out a threesome. And he wanted to make sure she could check off aspects of that list by any means necessary.

But Harry was on a business trip with some of his favorite co-workers this weekend, so he unfortunately would not be at her beck-and-call like she would’ve wanted him to. And she really did want him to. She hated being alone on cold, dark nights like these. The moon was nowhere to be seen in the night sky as she looked up out her window, and she usually depended on its light to shine through and bless her with a good night’s rest.

As she laid into her bed, she could hear creaking coming from the house. It was a breezy night, so she didn’t suspect anything of it. She didn’t live in the most modern home anyway, so creaks and cracks were expected. She lifted the covers over her body and tried to relax, her comforter covering her entire body from the neck down as the nightgown she was wearing wasn’t enough to keep her warm.

Then, another creaking sound, only this time followed by a deep thud. Rani jolted as the thud’s vibration pounded through her chest. It sounded like something fell… on top of her house? But what? And how?

Then another pound followed by another and another. It was a repeated action in a rhythm, but it was traveling from one side of the roof to the next. Almost as if it was the sound of… footsteps?

I must be trippin’, she thought. No way is someone walking on top of my house. On my roof… The disbelief turned into confusion as the footsteps increased in their sound as they got closer to her. Is that a human? A raccoon? I haven’t seen raccoons here before. But, how could a human even get up here? The confusion evolved to fear as another thud was heard. What am I gonna do if it’s a human? Who could that even be? I’m alone, no weapons, no help, no protection! What the fuck could I use as a weapon?

The footprints stopped. And one more thud shook the house. Then footprints began again. Rani put all of the pieces together. Three thuds. Three sets of footprints. All coming her direction. On top of her house. There were three people trying to break in through the roof.

Her thoughts were stopped as the window flew open. She forgot to lock it shut. Again. Harry would always remind her to. Whoops.

All she could see were three tall human figures dressed in all black hop straight into the house before she covered her whole face with her comforter and screamed. The protection (or lack thereof) of the comforter was quickly gone as it was tugged from off of her bed and thrown to the side of the room. “No! Please!” she screamed out.

Rani quickly noticed three colored masks of the three figures in the room: pink, blue, and green. Each of the figures wore black clothing with padding, however, which sealed any sort of identification of their bodies that she could take note of. But Rani made sure that she didn’t stay still for too long, she knew she had to get out of there in some way. So she slowly inched herself off the bed when she noticed the three figures huddled up in the room speaking amongst each other about their game plan, as if they were some American football players. Their voices were deep, so she could probably infer they were all men.

The blue masked figure turned his head to face Rani as he noticed her movement. “Stay on the bed, bitch!” He grabbed a hammer that was inside of a duffel bag that he snuck in with and lifted it over his shoulder as he walked over to Rani, who was quivering with fear as she slid herself back into the position she was in before on top of her bed. Her widened eyes couldn’t stop staring at him and the weapon that he had, but the figure only chuckled as he noticed her fear. “Scared little kitten, aren’t ya?” He teased her. Rani could only nod her head and gulp. He chuckled again and walked back to the other two men, continuing their conversation.

All of their voices had a robotic sound to them, and from the looks of it, the men were wearing voice changers under their masks to hide their identities. Smart move, but Rani knew this would give her a great deal of trouble when she would report them to the cops. If she ever could report them, that is. Who knew what these men would do with her after they were done with their business?

The one with the pink balaclava walked over to the edge of Rani’s bed and just stared at her. It felt as if his eyes bore a hole into her head as he did so. Then he looked at the other two masked men behind him. “I want you two to take everything you think is valuable. Leave the bag here. I’ll handle the girl first.” He turned to face Rani again, whose eyes were still widened and legs still trembling in fright.

The other two men went down the hallway as they followed PInk’s instructions and Pink walked up to the side of the bed. The pace of his walk was slow, heavy and intimidating, yet almost calm? It was as if he wasn’t nervous at all about what was happening or what was about to happen. He was probably the seasoned mastermind of all of this, the one who had been through this before and had always succeeded, so he probably didn’t have a care in the world about the consequences. He came to get the job done, and that was it.

He stroked his latex-gloved hand down Rani’s temple and took her bonnet off. “Gorgeoussss,” he drew out from his lips like an exhale. Rani didn’t know how to react but whimper and turn her head away. But in the corner of her eye, she noticed the man reach his hand into his pocket and retrieve a bundle of rope. He didn’t say anything as he quickly jumped on top of her body and held her down. Rani tried to squirm and fight her way out of his grasp, but to no avail. “Shhh,” he coaxed her, as if that would help to calm her down. All it did was cause her heart to beat fast against his chest as he reached himself to her left arm with some rope and managed to tie her against one of the bedposts. He did the same with her other arm, and then he shuffled himself to her legs to tie them to their respective posts. The man still sat on top of her, legs spread around her waist and looked down at Rani like she was a finished sculpture of his that he was admiring. Like she was his best work. He ran his hands down her sides, her body still covered by her nightgown but skin feeling every bit of the latex on his gloves through her fabric.

One of the other men, Green Mask, ran back with a trash bag which Rani could assume was filled with some of her belongings. She was annoyed at her not being able to fight back, but it’s not like she had any way of doing so. She stopped straining against her confinements, and the man with the pink mask rose from his position and walked towards the green mask. Rani watched as he shuffled through her bag, looking through all of the items. When he was satisfied, he nodded his head, and walked over to the duffel bag that was brought in with them. He said, his head pretty much shoved into the bag as he searched for everything he wanted, “Take the gown off.”

Green Mask nodded in compliance and made his way to Rani. Just as Pink did before, Green pulled something out of his pocket, only this time it was a pocketknife. Rani connected the dots.

“Uh, no, no, no, no! You are not cutting this gown!!” She screamed.

“Would you prefer it if I ripped it off?” Despite the distorted sound that the voice changer gave him, his teasing tone pierced straight through.

Rani shook her head no and watched as the man brought the knife down to her body. He used the knife to tear through her gown, but he was meticulous about it, thankfully for Rani. Did he not want to potentially hurt her? Rani took note of his precision and carefulness as he wielded the knife- maybe it would be a helpful detail to remember for the police when this whole ordeal was over if she made it out alive.

Green Mask removed the fabric from her body, his eyes immediately widening in admiration of her naked figure. Rani was too embarrassed, so she tilted her head to move from the man’s gaze. His eyes were like scanners as they observed her entire body from head to toe. His mouth hung open a bit as if he were about to drool at the sight before him. “Look at these fuckin’ tits.” He used his hands to squeeze at them and give a slight tug to her nipples. “Can’t wait to have a taste of those,” he stated, causing Rani to whimper.

Blue Mask finally rushed back into the bedroom. “I have some good shit in he-” He paused, noticing Rani now naked and tied onto the bed, Green Mask’s gloved hands playing with her breasts. “Aw man, you guys started without me?”

Green Mask seemed to roll his eyes. His voice, robotic yet clearly annoyed, commented, “Well, we weren’t gonna wait for you. You took too long, and we don’t have all night.” One of his gloved hands rubbed against Rani’s bare inner thigh as he spoke. Rani wished she could close her legs due to this invasion of privacy, but alas.

Blue Mask rolled his eyes right back. “Whatever, Jake,” he said out of annoyance, but quickly coughed as he noticed the slip of Green’s name. “Alright, so what are we doing with the girl?”

The man with the pink balaclava, still shuffling through the duffel bag and dropping items onto the ground that Rani couldn’t see because of her position, responded nonchalantly, “We’re gonna play with her. Isn’t that right, Rani?”

Rani’s body turned cold at the sound of her name. “H-how did you know my name?”

Pink Mask laughed. “How wouldn’t I know your name? Your room is just plastered with it.” He wasn’t wrong. There were photos and journals with Rani’s name all over them. She didn’t think of that. Well, she didn’t even think of her house getting broken into and robbed one day, so it was a first time for everything.

“Well, Rani, you have a beautiful fuckin’ body.” Green Mask ran one of his hands up her thigh and near her cunt. “Pretty cunt, too.”

“Yeah, and it looks like she wants to play with us as well,” Blue Mask said, and by the direction his eyes were roaming in, Rani could tell he was staring directly at her pussy. She whimpered at the men’s wandering eyes, both of them looking at her as though they were predators hungry for their prey.

Green Mask’s hand snuck in between her labia, rubbing up and down, and the wetness immediately coated his fingers. He found her clit, swollen and needy, and began to rub his fingers on it in circles. The moist friction between his hand and her pussy emitted pornographic sounds from not only the wetness of her cunt, but also her mouth as it let out breathy moans and whimpers with each rotation of his hand. Rani’s eyes were closed through the ordeal because of her embarrassment and fear, but she could feel the eyes of the green masked-man piercing through her soul like daggers. She knew she was in for a long night.

The man with the blue balaclava walked over to the other side of Rani’s bed. Her head was already faced on the side he was walking to due to her not wanting to face Green Mask as he relentlessly rubbed her pussy, and Blue Mask took this as an opportunity to undo his black pants and throw them off to some corner of the room. His bulge was peeking through his briefs, precum seeping out in a little spot of the grey fabric, and Rani’s eyes teared up even more knowing what Blue’s next move was.

But Blue Mask smirked, and all he did was inch his covered bulge up to Rani’s mouth, and her saliva immediately started to smear onto it. “Gotta give you the appetizer before the main course, right?’” He stated as he watched Rani’s eyes look up at him in confusion. “Suck through the fabric, baby.”

Rani immediately began to suck onto the man’s underwear, her lips and tongue feeling the shape and size of his cock as she did so. Despite her fast and immediate movements, Rani wasn’t optimistic at all, she just wanted to do whatever the men wanted her to do, hoping that it would help her go through this situation easily and quickly. They obviously had weapons, reminding herself internally as she thought about the hammer that was just in the hands of the man whose boxers she’s now sucking through, or the knife that stuck through the pocket of the man currently twiddling at her clit.

Green Mask stopped his circular motions on her clit and slapped her cunt a couple of times, her wetness squirting out in little splashes as he did so. Her moans from Green’s actions vibrated through Blue Mask’s underwear and went straight to his length, making the rather dull experience of her sucking through his fabric a bit more pleasurable. Green stuck two of his fingers into Rani’s hole and began to thrust in and out her, sometimes curling them to stimulate her g-spot. Rani’s muffled moans against Blue’s bulge grew louder and therefore caused the vibrations against his cock to become more intense, making him moan alongside her.

“C’mon, I need you to cum for me fast like a good girl. We don’t have all night,” He stated as he picked up the pace of his fingers’ thrusts, adding another finger sneakily to stimulate the girl’s cunt even more. Rani’s moans against Blue’s bulge became even more muffled as she shoved her own face into him. Still flooded with embarrassment, her orgasm neared and she presumed that hiding her face from the men’s view would shed some of her fears away. Instead, it egged the men on to be more rough with her, Blue Mask now holding her by the back of her head further into his bulge preventing her from breathing while Green began to curl against her G-spot even faster. Rani’s body jolted not by much because of her constraints, but just enough for her to have a dramatic reaction as she orgasmed, her pussy leaking out more of her fluids onto Green’s gloved hand.

Green Mask released himself from the grasp of her cunt and sucked on each of his fingers, getting every taste of Rani’s arousal into his mouth. He looked over to Blue, who released Rani from his crotch and watched as she tried catching her breath. “Y’wanna switch places?” He questioned him, completely dismissing Rani’s existence despite her recent orgasm.

Immediately, Blue nodded his head. He explained, “Wanna taste the mess she made. I mean, the way she got your eyes rolling back, she must taste good, yeah?”

Green nodded a yes as he wiped his saliva off his fingers onto Rani’s stomach, as if she was some sort of towel. She whimpered at the feeling, but the men didn’t even pay her any mind, almost as if she was, as they had said before, just some toy they were playing with. “And I wanna see how she takes cock in her mouth, how deep she can take one,” he said and smirked as he swapped places with Blue, the crotch of his pants now in front of Rani’s swollen, wet lips. “You can take cock, right, love?” He slapped at her face as he noticed her expression a bit dazed from her previous actions with Blue Mask. “Huh, you can take cock? Deep in that throat?”

Rani nodded. “Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes, sir.” She gulped as she prepared herself physically and mentally for what the two men had in store for her next.

Green’s fingers then tugged at his pants’ zipper until it was fully unzipped, and he threw his pants and briefs in the same place Blue threw his. “Sir, hmm…” his lips turned into a smirk as he placed his tip onto her lips, his precum staining them, “I like that. Don’t you boys like the sound of that?”

Pink Mask chuckled from where he was, his eyes fully immersed in what was happening before him. His pants were down, Rani noticed, and his hand was wrapped around his cock. He must’ve finished going through the bag while the other men were hypnotizing her from both ends, she inferred. “Sir sounds lovely. Suits you well. I’m more of a ‘Daddy’ kind of guy. Hey,” he gestured over to Blue Mask, who was on his knees taking in the sight of Rani’s cunt before him, “What name do you want her to call you?” He handed a device over to Blue Mask, who smirked as he grasped the long object. Rani recognized it quickly- it was a Hitachi wand.

In the midst of thinking about his answer, he began slowly rubbing at Rani’s clit and gave her labia a little kitten lick. “Mm, how about Master?” He looked up at Rani, but his eyes widened as he recalled Rani’s skin color. “Uh, actually no, not Master. I’m not into the raceplay shit. Sorry ‘bout that.” He gave Rani’s clit a kiss and a lick, turning the wand on, before speaking again. “I guess Mister is better, right? Y’wanna call me Mister, babe?”

Rani was about to say yes, but ended up only nodding with a muffled moan coming from her mouth as Green Mask shoved his cock into it. Her eyes flooded with tears and flowed down her cheeks as he fucked her throat, his tip hitting so far back that she knew it would ache when he was done. Blue Mask took this as an opportunity to nudge the wand against his clit, causing Rani’s body to jolt again and throat to gag against Green’s cock.

Pink Mask went up to Rani and occupied himself by messing with her breasts. His thumb and index finger of both hands started to twist and pull at her nipples. The sounds she was making around Green’s cock encouraged him to continue with his own movements, slapping each breast after every pull of her nipple. He then settled on using one hand to play with her boobs as the other slipped around his cock and began to jerk himself off. With every sound that emitted from Rani, whether it was the sound of her throat being used, or the sounds of Blue Mask’s tongue lapping at her cunt, his cock slipped out more precum that allowed the movements of his hand to be slicker, and his head threw back at his pleasure.

Green’s cock continued to fuck into Rani’s mouth, his hands on each side of her head guiding her up and down his shaft as if her mouth was a fleshlight. The sound of his cock making her gag as he went in and out of the top of her esophagus made him moan. “You hear all those fuckin’ sounds?” He let out a laugh that forced his abdomen to move and make his cock vibrate inside of Rani’s throat. “The gawk-gawk-gawk?,” he mimicked the noises coming out of her throat as he continued his movements.

Blue Mask laughed as he continued licking Rani’s pussy, those vibrations traveling inside of her as well. “That’s what they call that ‘Gawk-gawk 3000’, right? That’s what you got honey,” he started to vigorously rub at her clit to emphasize his statements, “You got a Gawk-gawk 3000!” He slapped at her cunt a couple of times before placing his face back to her hole and thrusting his tongue in and out of her. The wand on her clit began to rub in circles, maximizing the pleasure she received from it all around.

Pink Mask continued to play with Rani’s tits with one hand as he watched the scene in front of him. He didn’t know which hole to look at- her mouth or her pussy- as he continued to jerk himself off with his other hand. It was all so overwhelming.

“Fuck,” Green moaned out, “Lick my ballsack, too.” He positioned himself to allow Rani easier access to his balls, and she began to lick and suck at them before heading back to his shaft, repeatedly moving between both parts of his body. She heard his moans, distorted yet beautiful, and it indirectly encouraged her to suck at him with more effort. “Fuck, shit,” he moaned out as the pleasure increased, but he suddenly began furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. “F-Fuck off me, bitch.” He slapped Rani’s face with enough impact to make her flinch off of his dick, causing her to cough and snort some mucus that was about to drip from her nose due to her crying. “I was about to cum inside your mouth,” he said as some sort of justification for stopping. “We wouldn’t wanna end the fun so fast, huh?”

Rani moaned, not even paying attention to Green Mask because of what Blue Mask was doing to her pussy. He turned off the wans and threw it to the side as his lips sucked around her clit and his index and middle finger fucked into her hole, little spurts of arousal squirting out of her as it had done with Green Mask’s prior motions. Pink Mask stopped his own movements with Rani’s tits as he reached that same hand to push down onto Rani’s lower stomach. He knew this pressure would help to escalate Rani’s pleasure and make her orgasm come faster. Rani looked over at Green Mask, who was still calming himself down from facefucking her moments earlier, and pouted at him. Her eyes were pouring with tears, mouth was drooling, and her bottom lip was quivering; he knew the girl was close. “Feel good, yeah?” Rani moaned and whined out little “yeah’s” as he and the other men continued to egg her on with more questions and statements.

“You gonna cum all over his fingers? Like a good girl?”

“You’re making a proper mess, sweetheart.”

“Fuckin’ squirt in my mouth, bitch.”

One final curl of his fingers and one final slap at her clit caused Rani to squirt like a broken fountain. She had no control over it, and some of the liquid flew all the way to her bedroom door before Blue Mask brought his mouth directly over her hole and drank whatever he could catch.

Pink Mask let go from her abdomen and started to untie the knot from one of the bedposts on his side. “Untie those,” he commanded Green, and Rani felt relieved to be removed from her rather uncomfortable confinements.

In spite of all of the commotion and the mental toll the situation had on her, Rani made sure to take mental notes of all of the men in the room. The one with the clean pink balaclava, seemingly the leader, had green eyes and a strand of dark-colored hair that stuck onto his forehead. He had an English accent, something similar to her boyfriend’s. Mr. Blue Mask had blue eyes, which she presumed was his reason for picking the color. He was quite a silly character in this situation, sort of the comic relief between all three men, so it would make sense. The one in the green mask (definitely a homemade one she might add), had freckles at the tops of cheeks and around his brown eyes. His accent was thick, but it wasn’t English like Pink’s. Maybe he was Australian? Or was he from New Zealand? She couldn’t tell, but it was definitely sexy. She knew that one’s name was “Jake” from hearing Blue Mask groan his name out of annoyance. Wait, Jake? That sounded familiar. But, wait, she didn’t know of any Jake’s. She knew a Jacob, who was one of Harry’s friends at work, but not any Jake’s. She quickly shrugged off that thought before the pink-masked man grabbed her by her jaw and tilted it up to face him.

“Dirty fucking whore.” Pink spat in Rani’s face and the fluid landed on her lips. “Lick it off.” He watched as Rani’s tongue worked itself over her lips and brought his saliva into her mouth. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? Had a mint.”

Rani did taste the mint flavor and that exact flavor reminded her of her boyfriend. Her eyes started to well with tears as she thought about him- his smile, his laugh, his face, and how he could help her in this situation. She missed him. She needed him.

But he wasn’t here right now. His face wasn’t amongst these three men. In fact, no face was among the men, just masks, gloves, and distorted, modified voices. She didn’t feel like she was having sex with three men; she felt like an object only being used for their pleasure. It wasn’t the worst feeling, though. She’d spoken to Harry about a fantasy like this- her house being broken into by an intruder who would come across her and find ways to use her body for his satisfaction before he left with the loot. She was lightly enjoying this, she couldn’t lie. And it was obvious the men could pick up on that. She just wished Harry was one of the men under the masks.

He grabbed onto her shoulder and squeezed them to get her full attention before instructing her, “Turn around and get on your knees by the end of the bed. Now!”

Rani fell to her knees as she felt Pink Mask give her a push to the floor by her shoulders. Her knees buckled onto the floor, and her eyes met with Blue Mask, who made his way onto the bed and positioned himself in a way that made his ass meet with Rani’s face. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she looked at what was before her, and she tilted her head at Pink Mask awaiting his further instructions.

“You’re gonna eat his ass,” he said sternly. “You understand?” Looking down at her, he could see her hesitation in her movements, but her eyes anticipated trying.

She had licked her boyfriend Harry’s ass before, but it was only two times, and she didn’t think she was that good. But Harry was always amazing at licking hers, and she tried to remember what movements he would make with his tongue to help her out in this situation. So, she placed her hands on each of Blue Mask’s buttocks and put her tongue to work, running it along the rim of his hole in slow and smooth circles.

Blue felt the dampness of her tongue move around his hole and, although distorted due to the voice modifier, whimpered at the feeling. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of his length and began to stroke himself. The feeling was just indescribable.

Pink decided that he wanted in on the action, so he kneeled behind Rani. He didn’t give her any warning before shifting her body in a way that made her go on all fours- he needed better access to play with her cunt as he was the only one who hadn’t even touched it out of the three, and the boys didn’t have much time left with the girl. They couldn’t risk doing this for much longer, and he needed to feel her.

Green Mask watched the scene in front of him- Rani’s focused face licking her tongue around Blue Mask’s ass with his face screwed in pleasure. “Yes, doll, lick his fucking ass like the slut you are,” Green Mask commanded with a laugh at the end of his statement. He was mocking her, but in some weird way it made Rani’s lower abdomen churn with pleasure. “Yes, Sir,” she moaned back at him, his words somehow encouraging her to lick with more vigor.

“Ohhhh,” Blue Mask emitted a moan and jerked himself off in faster strokes. His balls sat atop Rani’s forehead, and the friction between the body parts gave him more pleasure. “She’s too good at this, fuckin- shit,” he managed to get out of him amidst his moans and grunts. His accent (New York? Pennsylvania? She wasn’t sure.) seemed to get thicker with the more intense he felt.

Pink Mask slapped Rani’s ass, causing her to moan into Blue Mask’s hole but never ceasing her tongue’s movements. “She’s definitely done this before, yeah?,” Pink asked her, and she moaned loudly, which was seemingly her way of saying yes. “That’s a lucky partner you got, I’m sure of it.” His fingers started to rub against her pussy, dragging along the outside of her labia repeatedly before smacking at her ass again. “Dripping like a broken tap, love. He did a number on your cunt earlier, didn’t he?” He was referring to Green Mask, who was now by the duffel bag and bent over the floor, trying to find one of the items Pink Mask removed from the bag earlier.

Rani managed to crack some sort of smile as she continued licking at Blue’s ass. “Yes, Daddy,” she answered with a lisp since her tongue was busy.

“He made you feel so good, right, love?” He questioned again, running his thumb up and down between both of her holes, which surprisingly soothed her.

The girl nodded again. “Yes, Daddy, so good. Mister made me feel good, too,” she looked up at Blue, who forced himself to look down into her eyes at the call of his other name “Mister”. He smirked and groaned, “Yeah? That’s good. And you’re doing such a good job at licking me, sweetheart.”

Rani’s hole pulsated when Blue praised her, and Pink noticed from his view. He loved seeing her aroused, and Blue wasn’t wrong about her satisfactory work. But he wanted to end the praise session and intensify the situation for his own satisfaction, so he slapped her ass and spread her cheeks open as wide as he could. “Stick your tongue down his asshole and move it in and out, whore. And don’t say another word.”

Rani yelped at the feeling of Pink manhandling her rear, and simply nodded as she followed his instructions. Her tongue stuck out and found itself inside Blue Mask’s puckered hole, beginning her thrusts with her tongue.

Once Green found what he was looking for, he walked over to Pink and, unbeknownst to Rani, handed him a tube filled with something clear. “She’s gonna love this shit, man.” he said to Pink, causing Pink to chuckle.

Rani continued her actions against Blue’s ass and managed to lick at his balls a bit as well. Blue was in heaven with this girl, he couldn’t believe it. He needed to break into more houses and find other kinky bitches to lick his ass.

A click was heard from behind Rani, as if something was opening. She didn’t think about it much until she felt something cold land between her ass and into her asshole, some even running down her vagina. She then felt something be shoved right into her asshole, spreading the hole wide and stretching it in a way that hurt a little. She’d never had anal sex, the furthest she had gone was getting licked there by her boyfriend, so the feeling caused her to jolt away from Pink’s grasp before he pulled her right back over to him. “Did I tell you to fuckin’ move?” He questioned her, slapping her ass a couple of times before removing the object from her ass.

She was about to answer until she remembered Pink demanding her not to say another word. Instead, she went back to leaving little kitten licks and sucks on Blue’s ballsack before, again, feeling an object being shoved inside her ass again, this time deeper than it has been before. She assumed if it wasn’t for the substance (she now realized it was most likely lube) dripped inside of her hole, the experience of this thing in her ass definitely would’ve felt worse than it did now. She only felt pressure and a stretch as the man behind her continuously thrusted the object back and forth into her asshole, using his fingers to rub at her clit which, surprisingly, also helped her be accustomed to this first anal experience.

Green Mask only sat back on a sofa Rani had in her room and watched what was happening in front of him, his cock dripping with anticipation to join in. But, he knew his place and knew what all three of them had in store for the girl next and decided to just wait his turn. Besides, he didn’t mind watching people fuck from the sidelines every now and then.

“Fuck,” Rani moaned under her breath and she threw her head down at the pleasure behind her. But, Pink didn’t like that and slapped at her ass with the object shoved as far as it could go into her asshole, causing Rani to wince in pain. “Shut the fuck up before I make you, pig.”

Rani didn’t say a word as she began to cry and went back to thrusting into Blue’s ass, Blue now jerking his cock at the sight. Her cries were so adorable, so thrilling, so sexy, and it made the pleasure he was receiving even more intense than it already was, as if that was even possible. “Fuck, you gotta stop it, girl,” he said, and Rani removed her head from between his ass until-

“Keep licking at him. And you’re not stopping until you cum for me,” Pink informed her, using one of his hands to shove her face right into Blue’s ass. Rani’s moans vibrated against Blue’s asshole as Pink shoved the object he was using into her even deeper and thrusted even faster. His fingers rubbed at Rani’s clit at a tantalizing pace, and Rani knew that if she focused on something else, Blue’s ass in this case, her climax would come faster. And so, she moaned into his ass and used her own hand to wank Blue’s dick for him. He wanted to protest against this as he went into this experience wanting to be in full control of his victim, but her smooth hand gliding against his cock felt too good to resist.

A few more thrusts went on before Pink paused, leaving the object inside of her ass as deep as he could, but continued his rotations around her wet, dripping cunt. He watched Rani’s facial expressions to the best of his abilities at his position, seeing that her face indicated her orgasm was approaching her once again for the night. He continued at the pace he was in, and Rani’s cunt pulsated as she neared her peak. “Alright, I want you to push your asshole as much as you can as you cum,” he commanded with a grunt, and Rani nodded as she followed his instructions, wincing out loud at the feeling of her pushing and her orgasm. Rani’s pussy finally squirted onto the floor, leaving a puddle that made a splash as the object once in her asshole landed on the mess.

Pink kept her ass spread and his eyes marveled at the sight of her gaped asshole and her pussy weeping in front of him. It was the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen. Quickly, he glanced over at Green Mask, who rose from his seat and went over to Pink and Rani’s ass knowing that it was his cue. He picked up a polaroid camera from the floor by the duffel bag and snapped a picture of Rani’s asshole and pussy from the perfect angle. He knew Pink wanted to savor this moment, as he had discussed this scenario with him before.

Rani finally ceased the thrusts of her tongue at Blue Mask’s hole and removed her hand’s grasp from his cock. She and Pink Mask stood up from their positions, and Pink shoved the fingers he was using at her cunt into her mouth for her to suck on. She sucked on them, staring into his eyes as she did so before he finally removed them from her lips abruptly..

As Rani looked at the floor, she noticed the object that was used in her ass: a dildo longer and thicker than a cucumber. She looked over at Pink and saw him smirking, knowing that that look on his face came from seeing her own reaction to the object.

She then heard Green Mask whistle and looked over his direction, noticing him laying on the bed. “Come on up here, gorgeous,” Green winked at her from under the mask and slapped his hands onto his thighs.

Rani stood in place, not really wanting to join Green onto the bed. She knew he wanted her to ride him, but having another man penetrate her just seemed so… disrespectful to her. And it would be especially disrespectful to her boyfriend if he ever found out. Blue grabbed Rani’s shoulders from behind and began to walk her over to the bed before lifting her up and throwing her right leg on the opposite side of Green’s body. She was now in reverse cowgirl position, which surprised her, but she went along with it anyway, not really wanting to protest the men around her. But of course, the guilt of being fucked by another man still crept up on her and she muttered, rather shyly,-

“I have… I have a boyfriend.”

Green Mask paused his actions and brought Rani down to his chest, making her look into his eyes. “You’re telling us this now?” There was a pause before he let out a cackle, causing the other two men to laugh in suit. “After this man over here made you gape and the other one had his ass eaten by you? Now is when you say you mention a boyfriend? After squirting in front of three other men?” All of the men continued laughing. It was the most humiliating thing Rani was ever subjected to, and the tears on her face and whimpering of her mouth were proof of that. Yet somehow, it turned her on?

The man with the pink mask got onto the bed on his knees and slapped his cock onto Rani’s pussy as he spoke. “Well I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind if we played with his toy for a bit, huh?” Rani’s lower body jolted, not like she could escape the situation anyway. “Trust me, honey, you’re going to love what we’re gonna do to you. I mean, your pussy is kinda proving how much you love it already,” He paused to stick his tip in, but pulled it out before starting up his slaps again. “And even if you don’t, we don’t really give a fuck. This night is for us to enjoy. Your cries for help aren’t gonna stop us. Your little boyfriend isn’t here to stop us.”

The glow of Rani’s face washed away as she felt the pink masked man stick himself inside of her, inch by inch, slowly getting deeper. “Don’t worry, love. We’re all clean here. A little raw sex never hurts anyone if they’re clean,” he said, as if that would make her feel any better.

Rani didn’t even get to utter a moan before a cock thrusted into her mouth. The woman gagged and slobbered onto Blue Mask’s shaft as he forced himself deeper with every stroke. “There we go,” Green Mask prodded on as he watched Rani with Blue’s length. “You’re a pro at taking cock, sweetheart,” he groaned as he played with her tits from behind.

The feeling of Pink and Blue both inside opposite ends of her body made her gag and choke onto the cock in her mouth. Mucus fell from her nose and tears ran down her cheeks, the scene getting messier with every movement.

Green ran one of his hands down between her ass and his waist. He gripped his cock and gave it a few strokes before lining it up with her asshole, and Rani didn’t even realize this happening before he finally slithered his thick cock inside of her.

Pink Mask continued his own thrusts into the clenching cunt around him as he felt Green Mask’s cock glide against the wall that separated both of Rani’s canals. He groaned a low and drawn out “Fuckkk,” at the feeling; it was unlike anything else he had felt before.

Rani choked onto Blue’s cock, saliva spurting out from either corner of her lips, as she felt the intrusion of another cock into her other hole. Three men were not inside of each of her holes. “What the fuck was even happening anymore?” was the last thought that passed through her mind before all three men gripped at her body from their respective position and began to fuck into her relentlessly.

Pink and Green’s cocks moved simultaneously in and out of Rani’s cunt and ass, and they could even feel each other through the membrane that separated the two holes, maximizing the feelings they were already experiencing. Pink stared at Rani and watched all of her facial expressions as she managed to get fucked in her mouth by Blue. He paused the two for a moment and grabbed onto Rani’s jaw, forcing her to face him. His emerald eyes stared into hers, his eyebrows furrowed and forehead dripping with sweat just as she was, and Rani’s cunt clenched around him as she lingered in his stare. Everything started to make sense.

Pink pulled Rani towards him and sunk his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking at her own tongue and her lips before he pulled away and slapped her back down to Blue’s dick. “Keep sucking on him, bitch,” he was able to grunt out despite him being overwhelmed by all that was happening.

The room was filled with sweaty, sticky bodies slapping into each other and gags and chokes that came from Rani’s throat as Blue skull-fucked her. The men continued to egg her on with their own dirty talk, but not much was coming from Rani’s end of the conversation. Blue pulled out of her and watched as her head immediately threw back, almost like her head and neck were too numb to stand up on their own. “Damn, that bitch is braindead,” he commented with a chuckle, and the two other men took notice of this mention.

Green slapped Rani's face a couple of times, but received no feedback from Rani other than a drunken moan. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered underneath his breath. He used his fingers of one hand to hook onto a corner of her mouth, which left her lips ajar, drool finding its way out from between. The drool landed onto her chest, as to which Pink bent over to lick it up and swirl it around in his mouth before spitting it back into Rani’s mouth. Rather, it missed and landed onto her cheek, but Rani was too intoxicated by her gangbang that she didn’t even flinch.

The two men fucking into Rani’s cunt and anus lifted up their hips to pick up their paces inside of her, Rani still too high to respond with anything other than a moan. Green let go of the corner of Rani’s mouth and gripped the back of her head to shove her mouth back onto Blue’s dick. Blue took the reigns and began face-fucking her again, this time with more desperation and speed.

All of the men were finally close to cumming after more thrusts and grunts, and they could all feel it in their lower stomachs. The first to release was Green, who shot his cum so deep into her asshole, but he held his cock in place in order to not let anything drip out of her, not yet at least.

Pink was next and did the same as Green, plugging his dick inside of her cunt and preventing any of his cum from spilling out of her.

Finally, it was Blue’s turn, and he shot his cum deep into her throat before smacking Rani’s cheek and grabbing her by her jawline. “Swallow my cum, whore.”

Rani regained consciousness from his grip at her jaw and somehow found a way to force herself to swallow his seed. She felt the thick substance slide down the walls of her esophagus and then looked at the two other men inside of her.

“We’re gonna pull out of you,” Pink started, “But we gotta make you cum first.” As he finished his statement, he and Green began their thrusts again. The thrusts of their cocks into her cum-filled holes caused their milky substances to squirt through the sides of her holes, splattering all over her bed. Pink rubbed at her clitoris while Green twisted her nipples and pulled at them before finally, Rani came. A loud pornographic moan filled the room as she climaxed, and she squirted all over Pink’s chest and torso. He and Green finally pulled out of her, and Pink watched as their beautiful concoction of fluids spilled from both of her holes. Blue had the polaroid camera in his hands and shot pictures of the entire orgasm. Pink knew he would have a fun time looking at the pictures later.

The three men in the room got themselves composed before they heard an attention-grabbing cough come from the bed. It was Rani, who was obviously composed and very aware of what just happened.

“Thank you so much,” she paused for dramatic effect. “Harry, for that wonderful night”

The man in the pink mask chuckled, and finally took off his mask, revealing himself to Rani as her boyfriend. “Glad you enjoyed this, sweetheart,” He blushed, “but what gave me away?”

“I looked into your eyes. No one has green eyes as beautiful as yours.”

“Oh,” he laughed again. “I guess I should’ve worn contacts.”

“Also, you were being really possessive about cumming inside of my pussy. I know how possessive you get when it comes to me,” she continued and smirked at him.

Harry laughed and went up to Rani to kiss her on her cheek, which was still warm and stinging from the men slapping her all night. “You’re right. Should’ve controlled that a bit more.”

“No baby, I thought it was really cute. I’m shocked that your friends agreed to this. Actually, I’m shocked that you thought of this whole thing in the first place.”

Harry let out a warm smile and brushed his fingers through his hair, which was matted from being confined to the balaclava. “Yeah, well remember the conversation we were having about our kinks and deepest desires? I wanted to do something special for my girl, especially since our anniversary is coming up. I wanted to help you mark something off of your bucket list.”

Rani scoffed, “More like a couple of things.” Then, she looked toward the Blue Masked Man. “And I mean, Jake?” Blue’s eyes widened and he let out a “whoops” as Rani continued. “You kinda slipped that one out, Timmy.”

Timmy, or Timothee, removed his mask along with Green Mask, the Jake in question, following him with his own. TImothee and Jake, who was the “Jacob” Rani thought of before, were Harry’s work buddies and best friends. “So it wasn’t really a business trip, huh, guys?”

Jacob raised his hand to butt in. “Well, you could say it kinda was. I mean it was a job we all took part in to help our friend. I guess?”

“Mhm, yeah, sure,” Rani said, “Anyway, I had fun guys. I don’t know if I’d ever do something like that again, though. It took soooo much out of me.”

Harry kissed her temple and smiled. “Yeah, well never say never.”

“By the way, we didn’t take anything from your house,” Jacob stated, lifting up one of the bags he and TImothee went around the house with at the beginning, and showed her the contents of it. “It was just styrofoam we brought with us to give that illusion.

Rani laughed and shook her head. “Y’all are just too much.”

The four of them sat in her bedroom and discussed what went on that night, watching as the sun rose from Rani’s window. Harry held onto his girl, feeling like such a proud boyfriend. He fell in love with Rani even more than ever.

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Hiii i really loved boxer harry omg. Can we get a part 2 with a happier ending and filthy smut

Maybe some breeding? If u don’t wanna include it then that’s ok but maybe consider filthy breeding in a diff oneshot with babyfever!

Hello anon! I'm so glad you enjoyed the boxer Harry (or Boxerry as he's sometimes called on here haha) story! I do plan on making a Part 2 since so many people enjoyed it (Thank you btw), so I will definitely keep this suggestion in mind... or will I? ;)

(I will lol)

Breeding kink is always a favorite, so that can be involved perhaps!

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Her Man

Harry and Shawn, freshly dating, go out to a club. But things turn left as Harry notices Shawn and a male dancer get flirty. How will they “work it out” once they arrive home?

SMUT & ANGST; lots of tension. jealousy, possessiveness, power/role switches, thigh riding, slapping, choking, deepthroating, a little drooling but not too much, knifeplay

Music blasting, groups of people dancing, a sick hot tub, sexy dancers, (and a nice bar Shawn might add), were all that one could notice if they entered The Sly Dog, the name of a club that the newly-established couple Shawn and Harry were attending.

They walked through the entrance hallway hand in hand, keeping each other close to not lose each other in the midst of all of the happenings. As they reached the bar, they sat in two seats next to each other, and Harry reached his hand out to tell the bartender their orders. “Two tequilas, please? Anything you have up there.”

The waiter smiled at Harry and nodded his head at Shawn to acknowledge her presence as well. “Casamigos suits your fancy?”

Harry stuck his hands out in fingers guns at the bartender- his own informal way of saying yes. “Casamigossss!” He confirmed.

Once they received the drinks, Harry gave the bartender $50 as a tip and thanked him, while Shawn gave the man a simple nod of appreciation. The bartender walked off to help another patron waiting at the bar.

“Ah, still the gentleman even at a bar, Harry?” Shawn inquired with a teasing tone towards her partner.

“Well, you want more drinks later, don’t you?” Harry said with a cheeky grin. He held out his glass towards her, hinting at them doing a cheers. Shawn smiled and clinked hers and Harry’s drinks together. Harry added, “Cheers to us being an official couple now, love.”

Shawn was so enamored by this man. When they first met, it was all lust hidden with little forms of intimacy. They would have the most heated sexual ventures, but would conceal their true love and feelings for each other as they laid in bed together afterwards. Time went on, and Shawn being the open and daring one, ripped the band-aid off, and finally confessed her love for Harry. She remembers him nearly choking on his espresso that morning, trying to cough up the proper words to say to let her know that the feelings were reciprocated. And finally, they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. That’s what this night commemorated for them. It was their own mini reception (without the wedding, of course).

After taking a sip of his drink, Harry placed his glass down and tapped Shawn on the shoulder. “Are you enjoying the drink?”

Shawn nodded as she finished her sip. “Yep! I don’t even have to ask you if you’re enjoying yours. Look at how much you drank already, honey. It’s half empty!” She noticed half of his glass already gone, compared to her mere quarter.

“You know what they say.” He paused as if he was about to finish his statement. But after a beat of silence and him taking another sip, he failed to do so.

Shawn narrowed her eyes at him, a bit confused at first while waiting on him to finish his statement, but then chuckled at him as she realized he may have forgotten to. “No, honey, I don’t know what they say. Will you inform me?”

He took another sip as he thought about why Shawn would ask him that, thinking that he had already completed his statement. Then he realized his error and let out a guffaw. “Oh, right, sorry," he began, then he answered, “It’s all perspective. To you, the glass is half empty, but to me, it’s half full!”

The young woman rolled her eyes at her lover. He was truly something special, especially off the alcohol. “Sure, babe,” she reacted with a laugh.

***

The night went on and the couple drank more drinks, danced to some music, and shared a couple of laughs amongst each other and with other people who were attending the club. Especially Shawn, who managed to find someone to chat with as Harry went to use the restroom, spoke with a chippendale named David. He was tall, dark, and handsome with a ripped body, wearing scandalous clothes that showed off his attractive and fit features. He and Shawn immediately connected and began to speak about their jobs, David’s being a dancer at this very club.

Harry walked out of the restroom and made his way through a sea of sweaty and drunken bodies. The bright smile on his face immediately dissipated as he noticed Shawn with another man across the room; they were smiling, laughing, touching, and even worse, whispering in each other’s ears. And this made Harry almost want to vomit. He was quite the jealous man, but had never once felt Jealous while dating Shawn- or at least, he never wanted to admit to it. Tonight was different, though. Maybe it was the liquor coursing through his blood, or maybe it was the fact that this handsome bloke kept eyeing her up and down as she spoke. Looking up and down at the body Harry had claimed for himself, the body that Harry fucked and caressed every other day and night.

Shawn continued to share laughs and a conversation with the dancer, and Harry continued to grow more jealous. He genuinely didn’t believe this was happening in front of his own eyes. At some point. Harry couldn’t take it anymore, and he got up and walked, or stomped grumpily, towards his girlfriend and that “Thing” as he called the dancer in his head. He grabbed Shawn by the shoulder in the middle of their conversation, not caring at all about how that would look.

“Darling, it’s getting late. I think we should go now,” He told her with a bit of a snarl in his voice.

Shawn looked at Harry and then back at the dancer. “Um, Harry, this is David-”

“Remember I have a studio session with Kid Harpoon tomorrow? I can’t be late for that and I don’t want to leave you in this club without me here,” He added, totally ignoring anything Shawn had to say about this man or the conversation that the two were having before he walked over; he simply didn’t give a fuck.

The woman was stunned by Harry’s boldness. She truly didn’t know what else to say other than, “Oh, okay. So David, I’ll, uh, see you some other time?”

David nodded and smiled at Shawn before looking at Harry in his eyes. “Oh, this is the boyfriend-”

“Yes, I am the boyfriend. Her boyfriend. And my girlfriend and I have to go right now.” Harry didn’t care to cut David off. He just wanted to leave before his rage could boil over even more.

David simply nodded at the two of them, not really understanding what was happening, but still going along with it. “Alright, you two! Get home safe.”

Shawn was only able to give David something of a wave goodbye before Harry shoved her in front of him to make their way out of the building. “Nah, Harry, what the fuck is up with you?” She questioned him as they walked to the side of the building. Totally ignoring Shawn, Harry pulled out his phone to call an Uber. He was too angry to speak, and didn’t want to argue with her outside like this. He wanted to deal with her at home properly.

But Shawn was enraged. “Harry, are you listening to me? The fuck is wrong with you?” She tried to get in his face to have his attention, but it wasn’t working. He was scrolling through his phone, completely tuned out. Shawn tsked out of annoyance and grew silent like her boyfriend as they both waited for their Uber to arrive.

***

The pair got home, still as silent as they had ever been amongst themselves, and went their separate ways. Shawn walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water to cool herself down, while Harry sat on the living room sofa. The air was obviously tense, especially where Harry was. Shawn could hear him grumble to himself in anger.

“I don’t know why you’re mad,” she stated to him as she played with the knives on the kitchen island.

Harry rolled his eyes. “What did you think? I wouldn’t get angry over this?”

“Baby, he works there! And he’s gay! I don’t know what else to fucking tell you-”

“Don’t tell me anything else! I don’t fucking care anymore!” He yelled at her. The bass in his voice shook her a bit, but she didn’t let that mess with her mind.

After moments of silence and Harry literally huffing and puffing his anger out like the Big Bad Wolf, he spoke from the couch. “Shawn, come here.”

Shawn was adamant on staying by the kitchen island, so she didn’t move a centimeter. “No.”

Harry didn’t move either, but the bass in his voice and his volume as he spoke again felt like he was right beside her. “Come over here. Now.”

Shawn finally obliged after a bit of hesitation and walked over to her boyfriend, still a bit on edge. She stood in front of him, waiting for his next move.

Although he wasn’t looking at her, Harry gave her a simple command. “Sit on my thigh.”

She was still a bit heated, but managed to sit herself atop his thigh, waiting for his next move. “Now what?” she inquired with a bit of a tone in her voice.

Harry grabbed her by her jaw rather suddenly, bringing her face closer to his and he stared into her eyes. “Lose that fuckin’ attitude. Do you understand me?”

Shawn rolled her eyes, but Harry spat in her face and smacked it, the palm of his hand turning red after the blow. “What the fuck did I just say, Shawn?” If he wasn’t aggravated already, he surely most definitely was now. The fire in his eyes that Shawn noticed before had now turned into a dark abyss. Harry was losing himself in his anger. But this turned Shawn on, and she wanted to see how far he could go.

“You said to lose my attitude, right?” She questioned right back. “Well, if I don’t, what are you gonna do about it, Harry?”

Harry smacked her again and grabbed her by her throat, his grip being so tight that it cut off her airflow. “Ride my fuckin’ thigh,” is all he said before he sat back to watch her begin.

After a sigh of annoyance just to get Harry a bit more riled up, Shawn began to ride his thigh. She didn’t feel much relief from this as she was still wearing her panties, but her dress managed to roll up far enough to reveal the wet spot on her panties. Harry’s cock hardened in his pants when he noticed. He was enraged, of course, but seeing his girl be aroused at the situation managed to get some form of lust out of this.

Soft moans escaped Shawn’s lips with each roll her hips took over her man’s thigh, and to heighten the situation, Harry started to bounce his leg up and down. Shawn threw her head back, and Harry looked down to see the wet patch from her panties spread down to the fabric of his own pants. His cock grew harder, and to relieve some of his tension, Harry began to rub his dick through his pants.

The little impact Harry’s leg was making with her pussy helped bring out some relief for Shawn, but it wasn’t enough. Noticing him rub himself through his pants without even trying to pull his cock out or ask her for some assistance was offensive to her. She wanted more from him. She needed his cock so, so badly, and she knew just how to get it.

Shawn reached behind her, and Harry’s eyes followed her arm as he noticed it shuffle behind her. What she pulled from the back of her panties was a surprise to say the least

Harry’s eyes widened as a sharp blade shone in the light. It was intimidating, and something they haven't conquered yet in the bedroom. But, he was willing to see how far his girlfriend would go with it in her hands.

“Where’d you get that from?” he inquired of her.

Shawn looked down as she swung the blade back and forth in an almost hypnotic way. She chuckled, “Oh, this ol’ thing?” She looked over to the kitchen as a way to answer him, and then looked right back at Harry, whose eyes followed hers. “I just wanna play with it for a bit.”

Harry lifted an eyebrow out of curiosity. “And how are you going to do that?”

The girl smirked and let out a huff of breath before she pointed the knife towards his chest. “Don’t move an inch.”

The knife dug far enough to pierce through the fabric Harry wore, but not enough to pierce his skin. That was far too advanced for the two to try tonight. But, it was still thrilling. Harry watched as the knife made its way down his shirt, slicing through every single thread of his shirt. It finally tore through the entire thing, and Shawn immediately pulled the cut fabric from Harry’s body. He was now sitting on the couch, shirtless, and Shawn’s mouth drooled at the sight. She loved Harry’s upper body: his muscles, his tattoos, his body hair, his extra nipples even. Her tongue glided between his pectorals as she tasted his bare skin, some hairs were in the way but she didn’t care. She needed to fuck this man now.

“Undo your pants, Harry,” she commanded her partner. “Undo them and pull your dick out for me.”

Harry, still stunned by her knife usage, took a little more time to unzip his pants and pop the button at the top. Shawn grew impatient as her pussy started to become sore from waiting. “Harry, now!”

Harry chuckled, now deliberately taking his time to undo his pants. “Or what? You gonna stab me or something?”

Shawn lifted the blade of the knife up to his chin, tapping it a few times before stabilizing her grip right by it. “Take off your pants, Harry. That should be the only part of your body moving right now. Say another word, and this goes straight through you.”

The man looked at his girl and then to her knife as he fastened his hands to pull his cock out. He gulped as he watched Shawn get up from his leg and wrap her legs around his waist. She kept the knife by his chin with one hand, but used her other to guide his cock inside of her. The initial stretch caused her to wince, and it ended up with her cutting his chin a bit. It wasn’t anything too concerning, but Harry winced a bit at the sting which caused Shawn to look up at him and put the knife down beside them, but far enough not to hurt them again. Harry smiled as his own way of telling her he was alright, so she began bouncing up and down his dick. Her grip around his cock was something he needed all night. He could feel her cunt trying to milk out some of his stress from what happened earlier at the club, and his moans were evident of the pleasure that was starting to arise. But the blood started to stream down his chin, and what Shawn did next caused him to moan even louder.

Shawn looked at Harry dead in his eyes and began to lick the stream of blood. She kissed the wound before she dug her knees into the cushion of the couch to make her bouncing easier. Harry was mesmerized by this woman. “Fuck me,” he sighed. Shawn responded back, “That’s what I’m doing,” before getting back into moaning at the insatiable feeling of his cock inside of her.

Harry looked at Shawn as she bounced up and down on top of him, but started to hate the fact that she was in her own world. She was in control for a little longer than he wanted her to tonight. “Look at me, Shawn.”

“Nuh-uh,” she huffed defiantly, “who said you were in charge?” She clapped back at him as she continued her bounces.

“No one did.” Abruptly, Harry lifted her by her hips and slammed her harshly onto the ground, her body laying prone, and starting to fuck into her. “But no one said you were either.”

Shawn yelped as she hit the ground, Harry’s weight pounding her to the ground with a force she had never felt before. The impact of this combined with the way he was pummeling his pelvis into her ass was the most blissful pain she had ever felt. The carpet rubbed against her body with such friction that she knew she would have rug burn by the end of it.

Harry hit the deepest parts of her that he could in this position, lifting her hips up a bit so that he could find her clit and rub on it as he continued his thrusts. He bit onto Shawn’s ear and let out warm breaths with every force of impact to her lower body which made her moan and whimper. He loved to hear his girl’s reactions even to the smallest of touches. He managed to suck and lick onto her neck and the back of her shoulders, his thrusts never stopping and only seeming to get faster.

“How the fuck do I feel, Shawn?” He questioned. “You feel me deep in your cunt, yeah? Stretching you out? Feels good, doesn’t it?” Shawn moaned in response, but Harry didn’t force any words out as he knew she was in a state of bliss and probably couldn’t if she tried. So, he just let her listen to every word he could utter. “My pretty fuckin’ girl with the best twat I ever fucked. Daniel- or whoever the fuck- he couldn’t fuck you like this could he,” he paused to lift her hips up again as he noticed her sliding away from his grasp, “Don’t fuckin’ run from me. I’d never let you out of my sight again. No man will ever get to smell you, fuck you, breed you, or anythin’ as long as I’m here.”

Shawn moaned again, and her body started to shake in Harry’s touch as her orgasm came close. “Ha- Har… fuckkkkk,” was all she could say before Harry stopped his thrusts. He knew she was near and used his fingers to rub at her clit and find a pace that would make her cum the fastest. As her body started to shake more and he noticed her eyes roll back, Harry’s fingers stayed at that pace. “There you go, c’mon,” he encouraged her, his lips close to her ear and chin resting on her shoulder. “Fuckin’ let go, pretty girl. That’s it, there you go! Can feel you squeezin’ on me, love.”

And Shawn was squeezing around him, her body trembling and whimpers escaping from her lips as she came. Harry rubbed on her back to soothe her. “Harry…,” she let out a final low moan before Harry lifted her up into his arms, his chest to her back, and kissed into her mouth. His tongue roamed around and lips smacked against hers as Shawn seemed to find herself out of her state of pleasure.

But Harry suddenly stood up, and as soon as Shawn tried to follow him, he pushed her back down onto her knees. Her face was only a few inches from his cock which was wet and dripping from her arousal. “I’m not done with you yet, lovely. Y’have to make me cum, too. Gotta claim you.” Harry held his length in his hands as he guided it into Shawn’s mouth, and Shawn immediately latched on, giving him the sloppiest blow job he had ever received.

“Look how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth,” He let out a chuckle at the end of his sentence. “All that fuckin snot drippin out your nose, fuck… you’re a right whore, y’know?”

Shawn slid his dick out of her mouth with a pop, and she used her hand to jerk him off in the meantime before she decided to speak. “Wish it was David’s cock I was sucking on right now,” she deliberately confessed. Although she was lying, she knew this would set Harry off, and she was daring enough to see his next move.

“Oh, fuck off,” Harry snapped. Annoyed with her defiance, he grabbed her by her braids and pushed her head between his thighs, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. He pushed his length as far as he could down her throat, and he could feel every inch of her throat caress his around him.

Harry held her in this position for a little bit, allowing the two of them to adjust to this position before he started to thrust. All Shawn could do was gag and slobber around him as he kept himself so deep into her esophagus.

“These are the only sounds I wanna hear from you for the rest of the night. Just you choking on me. Not yapping all that shit.” Harry threw his head back as he felt his dick gag her even deeper down her throat. The feeling of her coughs and gags released vibrations that traveled right from his tip and all the way to his spine, and it satisfied him in a way that was only second to the feeling of Shawn’s cunt wrapped around him.

Harry halted his thrusts to hold her head between his thighs and squeezed. Shawn’s fingers dug into the skin of the back of his thighs as she stayed with the phallic object in her throat. Her body was naturally trying to reject it as it was a foreign object blocking her esophagus and slightly asphyxiating her ability to breathe. So, it did what it naturally would do and made her cough up some fluid.

“Just a little spit-up. No need for whining,” Harry commented down to her. And he was right; she didn’t vomit, but she could feel that fluid push out automatically as Harry kept his cock inside of her. “David looked like such a loser. I doubt he’d even make you do that. Wouldn’t even make you take him so fuckin’ deep, would he?” Shawn continued to cough up fluid as tightened his thighs around the sides of her head, pushing himself as deep as he possibly could.

“He couldn’t handle a whore like you, huh?” He smacked the back of Shawn’s head, causing her to cough and spit up even more. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, making Harry smirk and coo at her, “Aw, yeah, he definitely couldn’t handle a bloody slut like you.”

Shawn began to smack on his thighs, signaling that she couldn’t handle it anymore. So, Harry being the gentleman he was, released her from his cock, but kept his tip inside before having her go back to sucking him normally again. The tears from her eyes dripped onto his cock, mixing with whatever other fluids were there as she sucked him off sloppily.

Harry could feel his orgasm start to boil in his lower pelvis. “Fuck, Shawn. You want my cum all over that pretty face?”

Shawn let out impatient nods. “Yes, yes, please! Want your cum on my face, baby.”

Harry mumbled a “naughty fuckin’ girl” under his breath as he jerked himself off above her face. Splashes of white soon painted her face as he came. “There it is, all that fuckin’ cum. Y’look gorgeous, I should take a photo to show to any man that comes to you whose dick is really yours, huh?”

He then lifted Shawn up by her braids to bring her face to face with him. Harry grabbed Shawn’s jaw and brought his tongue to her cheek, licking a stripe right up to the edge of her eye. His cum coated the surface of his tongue, and each of his taste buds could grasp the flavor of his semen. “Whose cum is this? Sure isn’t David’s, is it?”

Shawn shook her head “no” before Harry kissed her. It was a mess, fluids from both of their bodies swirling in their mouths creating a filthy concoction, but that was also true of their relationship and what they would have to endure- a mess. Relationships were always messy, but they could become something beautiful, like the sex Harry and Shawn had. And these two were anticipating more messy moments that they could turn beautiful.

That was his girl, after all. And he was her man.

Shawn smiled as she released from the kiss. “Y’know David was actually gay, right?”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back to look at her. “Then why were you threatening to suck his dick, Shawn?”

“Because I just love to make you jealous,” She grinned before she continued, “We wouldn’t have fucked like this if you weren’t.”

Harry scoffed. “Are you saying I only fuck as good as this when my emotions are played with?” Shawn nodded, the grin on her face not leaving. “You want me to disprove that? Because we definitely can tonight.”

Shawn chuckled. “C’mon and bring it, playboy.” Harry then lifted her up, causing her to yelp, and brought her to the bedroom to prove himself to his girl.

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The Next Step

Iris and Harry are celebrating their anniversary in Italy, where Harry decides that he wants to take the next step in their relationship.

SMUT, FLUFF; Kinks include: creampie, kind of a breeding kink?, degradation if you squint

Iris and Harry strolled down the streets of Venice, passing by different marketplaces and food stalls. They smelled, saw, and heard everything that made them awe. It was Iris’s first time here, and since it was their first anniversary, Harry wanted to take her somewhere she’s wanted to go to for a while. He’s been in Italy many times before for business reasons and for touring, but never with his wife, and now he wanted to show her around his favorite spots.

One of the spots included this nice countryside-themed restaurant. He knew the family that owned the place, and when he texted them he’d be coming back, they made sure to prep the place for their guest of honor. And now that he was married, they wanted to make it extra special and romantic for the two of them.

Harry had always promised her he would take the two of them on a trip to Italy, but never had the time to. Between promoting a new movie he helped direct, finishing up his tour, and Iris’s job as a stylist for other celebrities, these two never had the time to just travel after marriage. Even their honeymoon was cut short because Iris had to take care of business back at home.

Harry arranged some time for him and Iris to spend together, canceling as many meetings as he could, pushing the dates up to have the quicker, or just postponing them until further notice. He made sure both of their schedules were clear before purchasing their flights. He remembers the day he surprised Iris with their tickets, and how she jumped into his arms, making them both collapse onto the bed, and how they made sweet love to each other out of utter excitement and joy.

***

The couple reached the restaurant, and Harry was immediately greeted with a “Buonasera!” from the owners who were waiting for him by the entrance with a couple of waiters and chefs. He lifted his arms and spread them apart to pull everyone in a group embrace. As it was her first time here, Iris watched by the entrance as not to overstep any boundaries, but one of the waitresses pulled her into the group hug. It was almost like an initiation into Harry’s second family.

After the greetings and quick catch-up conversations, Harry and Iris were brought to a table by a young waiter. Harry took this opportunity to order the drinks in fluent Italian, as if all of his education in the language led up to this very moment.

Harry spoke with some confidence, “Buona sera signore! Che io e mia moglie beviamo un vino rosso dolce, per favore. (Good evening, sir. May my wife and I have a sweet red wine, please?)”. The waiter nodded his head to signal that he understood Harry’s order, then rushed to the bar to fetch the drinks.

Iris took a sip of the water that was already at the table, and placed it back saying, “You’re flexing your Italian on me, acting like I don’t know what you’re saying.”

Harry smirked. “Well then tell me what I just said.” He noticed Iris roll her eyes and scoff. “Exactly! I don’t know why you insist that you’re better than me at speaking Italian,” he playfully teased her, the smirk never leaving his lips as he took a sip of his own glass.

His wife playfully raised her glass as if she was about to throw her drink on him, causing him to flinch in the same playful tone. The pair laughed and continued on with their banter for some more minutes until the waiter came back to the table with their drinks. Harry thanked him and decided to order for himself in Italian once again, leaving Iris smirking and blushing from across the table. She couldn’t lie; the man sounded so sexy. Not only was the language itself sexy, but his confidence and the way he wanted to show it off in front of her really mesmerized her. And it might have mesmerized her in between her legs. But she kept her composure and was ready to order her meal after him.

***

The evening went on, and Harry and Iris finished their meals. Iris packed up their leftovers into containers while Harry gave his compliments to the waiters and the owners of the restaurant. Iris watched them all from afar, and was just marveled to watch her husband speak fluent Italian. He stood leaning against one of the walls, his arms gesturing with every word he spoke, until he made a glance to her direction and moved one of his arms in a “come over here” motion. She walked over to Harry and two people, one woman and one man who she assumed were the owners.

“Ah, this is the moglie (wife)! Hello, dear, how are you!,” the wife of the owner asked, a huge smile adorning her face as she looked up and down at Iris.

Harry smiled as he introduced Iris to the couple. “Yes, she’s my beautiful wife Iris. I was just telling them about our wedding and marriage life, honey,” he said, and Iris blushed as he mentioned their wedding.

Mr. Rossi laughed, “Next time you’re here I hope there will be a little one running around our restaurant!”

Iris and Harry gave each other side eyes and nervously laughed alongside Mrs. Rossi. But Harry’s laugh sounded a tad bit more serious than Iris’s, and he was quick to respond, “Yeah, I hope so! I’ll make sure they try the ravioli!”, leaving Iris with a confused smile.

After a while of conversation, the couple said their goodbyes and went on their way. Luckily, the resort they were staying at was a couple of blocks down, so the walk was quite easy. Harry and Iris didn’t see any paparazzi or fans on their way there- Harry was very picky when it came to where they would be. He wanted this trip to be as quiet and intimate as possible with no distractions and no disturbances.

Finally, they made it to their hotel at the private resort that was reserved for the two of them. They were staying in a beautiful home right by the sea- something Iris always made sure to tell Harry about- and it was just what they needed. It was quaint with a little porch that they could sit on to watch the sunset under the horizon of the sea, and the inside was filled with little trinkets and architecture that could tell stories about Italy’s culture. It was just simply beautiful.

The two kissed as they closed the door and took their shoes off before they made their way into their bedroom. Harry was about to strip down by the bed before Iris stopped him. “I need you to do that in the bathroom, dear.”

Harry lifted an eyebrow up as he questioned her. “What for? You have a surprise for me or something?”

His wife giggled. “Somethin’ like that. Now go to the bathroom and do your little night routine. And do not come out until I tell you to.” She emphasized the “not” with a raise in her voice’s volume and a stern tone. Harry loved hearing her get a little bossy, so he didn’t mind.

“Alright, honey,” He kissed her and strolled to the bathroom before stopping at the entrance, “Love you.” Iris smiled, knowing that this was a habit of his. Harry would never leave a room without telling her he loved her with a kiss to seal the deal.

But, Iris had a plan, and as soon as Harry shut the door and she heard it lock from the other side, she started to strip down. She had worn a nicely tight-fitted black lingerie underneath her sundress (which was a hassle to cover up, but she was proud it was able to be done). Her breasts were adorned with a lace strapless bra, her dark nipples peeking out from the lace if one were to take a long gaze at them. She wore underwear that matched her bra, and a suspender belt that she knew she would connect to a pair of thigh-high socks that she had packed. She quickly clicked them on and fixed the fabric on her body as she looked in the mirror. She twisted and turned her body, admiring her features and made sure her hair was perfect as she tied it into a ponytail. She knew that would come in handy later.

Some minutes had passed, and Harry knocked onto the door and spoke. “Iris, can I come in yet? Don’t wanna rush you, angel.”

A giggle emitted from her mouth before she answered, “Yes, Harry, come inside.” And when Harry walked out, his jaw seemed to smack the ground.

Iris stared at her husband from the bed, a smirk painted on her lips. “Well, what’re you waiting for?” She opened her legs to expose her panties, which were anointed with a small damp spot that Harry noticed from across the room. “Come fuck me.”

Harry could’ve fallen to his knees right then. So he did.

The man got on his hands and knees and crawled over to the bed like a damn animal. It was like he was hypnotized by her and was a victim to the magic she had done to him. He wanted to prove how entranced he was by her.

As he made it over to the bed, he got on his feet for a second to hop onto the bed. But he went right back to his hands and knees as he crawled on top of his wife. His face looked down upon hers, and he noticed her giggling underneath him. “You’re crazy!” She said, giving him a small and gentle slap against his cheek.

“That’s why you’re with me,” Harry challenged her, and all Iris could do was laugh even harder. Harry leaned his head down onto hers, licking into her mouth so his lips could melt into hers. Their tongues entangled into each other’s mouth, the kiss being desperate and delicious. They could taste each other as well as the wine they had earlier, but they wanted to taste even more.

Harry scooted himself down the bed, bringing his face to her lower stomach. His lips pressed onto her belly-button, and repeated its motions down to her panties. Harry could take in her scent that seeped through the fabric, which enticed him even more. His mouth drooled a bit as he placed a wet kiss onto her fabric-covered vulva, making Iris whimper from this feeling.

Harry didn’t say a word as he began to unclasp the suspender belts from her socks which made it easier for him to pull down her panties. Once they were off, he wasted no time to press another kiss onto her vulva’s already moist skin, looking up at her as he did so. Iris gasped at the direct touch and she awaited for Harry’s next move with her eyes pierced into his. She let out her first moan of the night as he spread her labia with two of his fingers and sunk his tongue into her dripping entrance.

Harry sunk his tongue deep inside of her, deep as he could, and used the thumb of his right hand to rub onto her hardened clit. Although slippery to the touch due to her arousal coating it, Harry rubbed Iris’s clit at a pace that made her throw her head back and let out moans and whimpers that he wanted to hear from her. Remembering the position of her G-spot since the first time they had sex almost two years ago, his tongue managed to find it and he began to swirl around it, Iris’s moans increasing in volume with every circular motion. Harry kept his eyes on his wife, loving her reactions to his touch. His length got harder within his underwear with every moan she let out.

“Harry, fuck,” Iris was able to let out, “You’re too good at this.” Her words came out in little breaths and she whimpered at the end of her statement. Her back arched as she felt Harry quickly move his lips to suck on her clitoris, his fingers finally taking its place inside of her cunt and beginning their “come hither” motions against her G=spot.

Harry was always confident about his ability to provide top-tier oral sex with anyone he chose to lay with, but he absolutely decided to give it his all with Iris as soon as he slept with her for the first time. She was too perfect, worth more than anything, so he made sure to give her pleasure worth more than anything. Every moment they’ve had sex, he’d always try to up his game, repeating things that she knew she liked, and trying out new things he knew would work with her. And this night was definitely one he wanted to upgrade in a very significant way.

The man continued his sucks and licks onto every part of her vulva around her hole while his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her. The room started to fill with noises that were familiar to the two of them- the noise that signaled she was about to squirt. It was one of the most beautiful noises in the world, and one of the best things Iris could feel.

“Go on, love,” Harry mumbled through his sucking on her clit, “Let it all out for me.” He hummed onto her clit which he knew would induce the process even faster, and it succeeded as he felt the first few pumps escape her urethra. Harry continued with the thrusts of his fingers which encouraged Iris to squirt even harder, more of her fluid pumping as he did so.

Iris let out a long and loud moan as she tried to look down at her vulva to see what was happening. And it was a beautiful sight to see. Her husband leaned his mouth against her upper hole, trying to catch the fluid into his mouth with every gush, but some of it escaped onto his hair, his cheeks, his upper body, the bed, everywhere. Squirting was never a clean type of orgasm.

When Iris let out the last bit of her orgasm, she laid on the bed, huffing and puffing out large breaths to calm herself down. The lower half of her body was numb enough to have Harry rise from his position and shift her closer to the headboard, and he laid her head carefully onto the pillows.

A single and breathy “please” escaped Iris’s lips as she brought her hand down to her core, rubbing all around as if to soothe herself as her husband got into position.

Harry smirked as he shuffled on the bed, getting into a kneeled position between her legs. He held onto his cock and gave it a couple of strokes with his hand. “Please… who?” He wanted to tease her a bit, as he usually did. He always thought a bit of laughter would cut some serious tension in the aroused air.

“Please, Daddy,” she guessed with an impatient moan, knowing he was toying with her.

“Hmm…” he started tapping his tip and upper shaft onto her pussy as he lifted his hand to his chin, putting it in a position where he looked like he was in thought. “Do I feel like Daddy today? Or Sir?” He gave her pussy one especially hard slap with his cock. “Maybe a sir? No, maybe mister?”

Iris grew more impatient and let out a whine. “Harry, please, just fuck me!”

Harry quickly leaned down for a brief kiss on the forehead, letting her know that he acknowledged her desperation. “I know, angel. Just messin’ with you.” He finally brought himself to her entrance and watched as he dug himself inside of her slowly.

Her pussy immediately latched to him “like a fuckin’ vice” as Harry stated through a grunt, and Iris could feel the width of his cock stretch her out. He always felt big to her, even after having sex for all of the years they’ve been together.

Harry’s thrusts went deeper and only a smidge faster as her started to fuck into her. He loved having a slow enough pace and fucking into her deep enough in missionary, wanting to see every reaction his wife had to every inch of him. He noticed her wet her lips before she opened her mouth to let out low moans, the ones that came from the same gut Harry was stroking into.

“Harryyyy,” his name leaving her lips without even realizing.

Harry started to rub her clit with a fast pace but kept his hips slow. “I’m right here, Iris.” He knew she often get into a trance during sex, so he would always give her little reminders of his presence, hoping they would keep her grounded. “Right here, pretty girl. You feel me?”

Iris could only let out something of a nod as Harry continued pleasing her. She could feel him all around her, but especially in her lower abdomen, where she felt another orgasm arising. “Cum- ah- honeyyy,” was all she could let out.

Her husband placed his hand onto her lower stomach right above her pubis and pressed down, knowing this would help her release. “I know, lovely. Give me another one. C’mon,” he encouraged her, and she almost immediately started to gush her arousal, which Harry could feel around his cock. “Fuckin’ hell,” he commented as he watched it all happen in front of him.

Iris’s cunt continued to pulsate around her husband as she came, but Harry quickly pulled out of her to avoid cumming yet. He wanted to save it for later, save it for something truly worth it in the end. Iris let out a whimper before Harry shuffled behind her, managing to lift Iris’s body off of the sheets and lean her against his chest. The bed was facing the mirror Iris was looking at previously, and she quickly realized that her husband wanted to fuck her while looking at it. They never really did this position often, but whenever they did, they would always savor the pure intimacy of it.

Harry, looking into the mirror at himself and his beautifully fucked-out wife, quickly grabbed his dick before blindly placing it back inside of Iris, and they both let out a moan. He could feel her clench around him as he started back up his thrusts, only this time they were harsher and faster.

He grabbed Iris by the jaw and shifted her head to face the mirror, and her eyes opened up to look at herself and her husband. He then brought his hand down to the front of her throat, giving it a nice squeeze, and had it linger there. “You see how pretty you look wrapped around me, honey?”

Iris kept moaning, but she had to close her eyes as tears started to fall. The feeling was all-consuming, and it drew everything out of her. Harry was mesmerized by his wife’s intoxicated state, and kissed her neck in a way that left a mark. “My gorgeous girl acting like a complete cockdrunken slut. Never expected you to be so submissive and willing the first time we met, love.”

Iris moaned, as it was the only thing she could do. Harry slapped her ass and continued his thrusts in a staccato pace, his balls constantly hitting her pussy and his pelvis ramming into her ass, only making the experience more intense. “My naughty girl, I love you so much,” he mumbled into her ear along with other statements both degrading and praising her current state.

Harry was quickly brought back to a thought that had been lingering in the back of his head. Something that he thought would make this night of sexual adventures to a level it had never gone before. Bringing his lips to her ear, he whispered something Iris never expected, “You want a baby in you, darling?”

Iris didn’t quite catch on at first to Harry’s question. Her mind was always in a face whenever she and Harry were intimate. So she let out an absent-minded, “Yes! Oh God, Harry, please!.”

Harry noticed her response as it was quick and seemed to come without any thought. “Are you sure about that?” He lifted an eyebrow at her that she could see through the mirror, and Iris finally caught onto what her husband was asking..

“Oh fuck!” She exclaimed, “Harry…” She drew out a moan of his name as she tried to use as much brain-power as she could to come up with an answer.

Harry rubbed onto her clit at a pace slow enough to have her come back to reality. He needed a genuine answer from her. “Angel, do you want a baby with me? Y’want me to make you a mummy?” He murmured into her ear as coherently as he possibly could, hoping this wife could give her a response just as coherent.

Then Harry heard something he had been dreaming for all his life. “Yes, Harry! Wanna make you a daddy, please, honey! Shit…”

This encouraged Harry to pick up his thrusts and dig deeper into her pussy. He wanted to raise a child with her so badly. Seeing the owners at the restaurant- how much older they had gotten since the last time he had seen them, but still so in love- he wanted that with Iris. And he knew having a child would be another step closer to that.

“Baby, I’m going to cum, please just- please,” All Iris could do was mumble and plead for a release in her husband’s arms as he fucked into her with quick and deep strokes. He constantly hit a spot in her that caused tears to fall from her eyes.

“I know, I know, honey,” He reassured his wife, not stopping his strokes. He made sure to keep at the same pace and stay at the same angle to continue poking that one spot deep inside of her. Of course he wanted his wife’s orgasm to be intense and thrilling like a whiplash, but he also wanted to make her feel good while conceiving their first child.

Harry was desperate now. He was pleading for his own release as he sped up his pace. “Make me cum, honey. Make me fill you up with my love, please, please!” He tried to keep his eyes on hers through the mirror, but failed to leave them open as the pleasure consumed him even more. His stomach started to heat up and balls began to tighten as he neared his orgasm.

Iris tilted her head to the side and kissed the space between his neck and collarbone, leaving little licks and bites there as Harry continued to thrust. She knew that little gesture could make him cum as fast as possible. And that, it did.

Harry tensed his hold on his wife, his arms grasping onto her tightly, and planted his feet onto the ground with more force as he felt his knees begin to buckle. His length spurted out his orgasm into Iris’s center, which she could feel as he involuntarily bucked himself as deep as he could. His tense balls spasmed against her perineum, proving his orgasm to be successful. The amount of cum that spilled inside of her was so much that it began to drip itself out of her hole and down Harry’s length to his balls, where gravity caused the liquid to fall onto the bedroom floor.

Harry picked up Iris from their position while still inside her, and placed her onto the bed gently. He looked at the physical connection between himself and her warm cunt, and couldn’t help but get emotional. That physical connection he saw- the conjoining of his cock with her vagina, the creamy mixture of his and her orgasms that stained the two of them- was proof of the emotional connection that they shared. It was evident that they were ready for this next step in life; they were ready to start a family. Harry’s tears fell down his face as he bent down and kissed his wife, his lips slightly picking up the tears that she had also shed during their session. He loved this woman with all of his being.

As much as Harry (or Iris) didn’t want to, he pulled out of her cunt, but made sure to keep his index finger by her hole so as to not make her leak any of his cum. She chuckled at this, knowing that that’s not how conception really works, but made him continue anyway. He shoved his finger as deep as he could just to push some of the cum back inside, and was just in awe at how much he really ejaculated into her. As he noticed a good amount of cum deep inside of her, he removed his finger and sucked on it, loving the taste of them together.

“Hope this works,” Harry admitted as he closed her legs. “I really wanna see you plump with a baby in here,” he said and started rubbing her lower belly with his other hand, hinting at a pregnancy.

Iris laughed and dropped her hand on top of his, squeezing it. “Yeah, I hope so, too. But it shocked me, y’know?”

Harry narrowed his eyes, intrigued by what she had to say. “What shocked you, dear?”

Iris propped herself by her elbows a bit to look at him. “I didn’t really think you were serious about a baby. But, seeing you cry kinda confirmed that to me. You’re usually not the one who cries when we fuck.” She finished her statement with a chuckle.

The man smiled at his wife’s words and looked down, a bit of embarrassment showing through the reddening of his cheeks. “Yeah, well, I realized what we had together. Who we were. Who we are. Who we’ll become. And I see a baby being a part of that.”

Iris brought her hand to Harry’s chin and rubbed her thumb on him as a soothing gesture. “I love you,” she looked down at her tummy for a second, “And they’ll love you, too.”

Harry smiled. “I love you, too.” Harry looked down at where his wife was looking. “And you, little one. Daddy loves you, and will always love you. Can’t wait for you.” A beat of silence came in and then Harry spoke again. “So that we can make number 2 right after.”

Iris scoffed, “Oh, brother.”

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Smoking Is Bad For You

Fei and Harry are step-siblings, and Fei is curious about Harry’s smoking habits. A bit too curious. And Harry decides to teach them all about it.

**NOTE: This is a Dark!Fic, so there will be dark themes mentioned in this story, such as drugging. Please be warned, and do not read if you are sensitive to themes like this.

SMUT; Kinks include: Dark!Harry, CNC, choking, slapping, spitting, degradation, smoking, dacryphilia, squirting, manipulation

Harry sat in his room by the windowsill, his sativa sitting right beside him. He brought a blunt up to his lips, taking a puff and inhaled the smoke that tried escaping his mouth and nostrils. He loved to smoke, it gave him a feeling that was second to no other. Actually, no, it was second to the feeling of sex.

He loved the feeling of euphoria that a hole could bring to his cock. The way the walls of the cavity he was inside of would wrap around him and wring the semen out of him like a damn rag. The way the person underneath him would squirm and cry and let out noises that they dare wouldn’t do in public. That was his favorite feeling. But he hadn’t felt it in a while, and he was yearning for it very badly. So, he smoked to at least feel some sort of pleasure through a different medium.

As he stayed in thought, Harry suddenly heard his door creak open from behind him. “Hey, Harry!,” he heard a voice greet him. It was that of his stepsibling Fei.

His dad and their father got married about six months ago, and their parents’ relationship was something beautiful to see evolve. Fei and Harry’s relationship was pretty symbiotic- not anything negative like how the media portrayed stepsibling relationships. He was quick to learn a lot about Fei, they’re nonbinary, love videogames, and they’re booksmart. They’re a bit too booksmart to be honest; they didn’t know anything outside of their academics. He could imagine that they’ve never been to a party, drank alcohol, smoked, done any sort of debauchery; they’ve probably never even had sex, which was sort of intriguing to Harry.

As they walked into his room and closed the door behind them, their nostrils inhaled a peculiar odor. They had only smelled it outside whenever Harry had his friends over to play some football, but never smelled it inside of their house. What could it be?

They looked at the small object he had in his hands, and their nostrils pinpointed that that was where the smell was the strongest. Maybe it came from there? “What’s that?” Fei asked him while they pointed at it, genuinely curious about this object. “It looks kind of like a cigarette.”

Harry looked down at the blunt in his fingers and then back at Fei, letting out the most guttural laugh he could at their innocent statement. He answered, “It’s a blunt. I guess it’s sort of a ‘weed cigarette’?”

Fei was amazed. A cigarette made with weed! That’s how people smoked it? But then their concerns started to creep up, remembering the nightmares they were taught in school about smoking. “Isn’t-” they made sure to lower their voice when speaking because they felt naughty talking about such things, “Isn’t smoking bad for you? And what if our dads found out?”

Harry scoffed at his sibling’s concerns and took another puff of his joint. “First of all, my dad knows I smoke. And your dad will just have to deal with it, I guess.” He took another puff. “And second of all, smoking is bad only if you do it too much. Many people do it because it makes them feel good. They wouldn’t smoke if it did them more harm than good.”

Fei had such an intrigued look on their face as their brother explained this all to them. It was such a taboo thing to talk about, but hearing Harry’s simple and nonchalant explanations to their questions made them feel ashamed for thinking of weed in such a negative way. Fei wanted to make it up to their stepbrother, and only thought of one way.

“Well, what if I tried your weed?”

Harry coughed and choked on his own spit after hearing his step-sibling’s request. It was so sudden and so bold, yet so innocent in their delivery. He didn’t really know how to tackle this. “My weed? You wanna try it, Fei?” Fei nodded in front of him with a cute little smile on their face, sparking Harry’s intrigue even more. “Hmmm,” he thought for a second. Then, he smirked as a lightbulb lit up in his head. “No.”

Fei was confused. “N-no?” they asked Harry, as to which he shook his head “no” in confirmation. “But why? You just said it could make people feel good?”

Harry put his hand on Fei’s shoulder, looking directly at them as he responded. “Well, the one I have isn’t for beginners. Maybe I can get you one that you can try tomorrow?” He noticed Fei’s face light up again at his suggestion, making him smile as well. Thank God his and Fei’s dads were away for work for the weekend.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense! It’s like when people drink alcohol. You don’t wanna drink… what’s the one that starts with a ‘V’ again?” Fei scrunched up their face as they tried to remember the name of that one beverage.

Harry couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Vodka?”

Fei laughed. “Yeah, vodka! You don’t wanna try vodka as your first drink! You gotta start with champagne or wine or something small!”

Harry chuckled again, but was curious about Fei’s knowledge of alcohol. “How do you know about liquor?”

“My classmates do it at college a lot,” Fei began to explain. “Sometimes, it makes the girls really dizzy and clumsy, so their boyfriends or girlfriends and their friends have to help them out. At least that’s what I hear them say.”

Harry’s smile remained, but his eyes got darker as he listened to Fei’s story. It was funny to hear their innocent description of girls getting blackout drunk at college parties. But, that made him think of the plan he thought of earlier that made his lightbulb’s shine even brighter.

Fei began to walk out of Harry’s room, having a little skip in their step as they thought about trying weed with their step brother tomorrow. “I’ll see you later, Harry!” They turned the corner to head to their bedroom, and Harry took a puff of his joint again. He chuckled at himself, still thinking about his plan for tomorrow. He knew it would fall through.

***

Harry was thrilled as he drove away from his friend’s house with the pack of weed and drugs in a black plastic bag sitting in the passenger’s seat. He was pretty much about to taint his stepsibling’s innocence, which he wasn’t at all guilty about. He’s helped some of his friends over the years try out some pretty weird yet exciting things, and they all enjoyed it. But, this wasn’t just the weed he was thinking about- he was about to drug Fei.

The plan in his head was simple: Go home, roll a couple of blunts (one for him and one for Fei), except one of the blunts was going to have something his friend referred to as “pussy powder”. His friend justified that it would make anyone with a pussy “automatically wet and ready for taking”, something Harry definitely wanted for Fei. He knew Fei was a virgin and that virgins get wet due to literally anything, but he was afraid that his sexual advances would scare Fei into running away or even telling their dad about it. Or worse- Fei would tell his dad about it. So, he had to improvise.

Harry arrived home, running to his room and slamming the door behind him, quickly setting the scene of his plan. He dumped everything out of his plastic bag, and got straight to rolling up. He had never laced someone before, but he had seen his friends do it especially when he himself was in college, so he was familiar with the concept. So he took his timed to get it correctly.

Until Fei knocked on his door.

“Harryyyy?” Harry heard as Fei called out his name from the other side. “Can I come in?” They asked, their cute voice ringing in Harry’s ears as he started to rush his process. He stammered out his response, “S-Sure, Fei! Come in and lock the door behind you.”

Fei walked into the room and made sure to follow their older step-brother’s instructions, locking the door behind them, even using the chain to close it tightly. They walked by Harry’s bed and sat themselves right beside Harry, who was quite the nervous wreck as he finished rolling up Fei’s designated joint.

“Hey,” Harry said as he forced a smile upon his face. “This one’s for you!” He handed Fei their joint, and watched as Fei observed it like it was some specimen in a science lab. “Just gotta light it,” he lit up his own and brought it to his mouth to take a puff, “See?”

The younger step-sibling let out an “Oh,” as they watched Harry light up their blunt for them. They fidgeted in anxiousness awaiting for the moment they could finally give smoking a go. And finally, Harry gave them the okay to give it an inhale. Fei took a puff of their joint almost immediately, and Harry chuckled as he watched them. It was a nervous chuckle, but Harry was quick to smile and cover it up. Fei coughed and let out a gust of smoke from their nostrils and mouth, they used their hand to move some of the smoke from their face. “Whoa, that was nuts!” They exclaimed as they looked at Harry for a response.

Harry could only nod his head. “Yeah, but you get used to it after a while.” He took another puff of his as his own anxiousness started to get the best of him. He and Fei took some more inhalations of their blunts, and Harry didn’t even bother to engage in any sort of conversation. He just really hoped his plan would work and that the “pussy powder” or whatever it was called would work.

About 30 minutes had passed, and Harry noticed Fei crossing and uncrossing their legs repeatedly. Briefly, they would hump the bed, quite obviously to Harry, as they tried to adjust themselves. They seemed to be frustrated, not only in a confused way, but in another way he knew all too well: sexually. Perfect.

“Why are you fidgeting, love? Something the matter?,” He inquired, knowing what was wrong, but wanting to hear how Fei would explain themselves.

“I- I don’t know. After I inhaled the blunt, something started happening to my body,” Fei responded, stopping themselves from looking at Harry as they spoke. They were confused and slightly embarrassed. They didn’t really want to tell Harry anything. But, maybe he could help because he knew about weed and he was also older than them, so he definitely had much more knowledge and experience than them

“Aw, what happened, honey? You can tell me anything! I am your big brother after all.” He made sure to reassure them and stress that this was a judgment-free zone. They could tell him anything. “Tell me, please? I won’t tease you or anything.”

Harry noticed how Fei closed their legs more tightly and kept their head down as they replied to his question. They still felt embarrassed, but were also willing to tell him after the reassurance. “Um, I’m feeling a bit tingly and I- I think I’m leaking.”

Harry slyly smirked at their response. “And where is that happening?”

Fei looked down between their legs. Almost as if they were indirectly pointing at their nether-regions. “Um, d-down there?” Hopefully, Harry knew what they meant.

“Aw, sweetheart, down there?” Harry said with a phony-concerned tone. Fei nodded. “I know this sounds a bit embarrassing since I’m your step-brother and all, but I think if I get a closer look at it, I’ll know what’s going on. Besides, I know all about weed and studied medicine when I was in university!”

Fei thought for a moment. Were they really about to let Harry look at them down there? No one had done that before with them- not even they themselves had done it before. But, Harry had a point. He did know about weed and did study medicine. So maybe he could help. So, Fei laid back and kept their legs spread, lifting up their oversized shirt and exposing their panty-covered cunt to their step-brother.

Harry placed his hands on top of Fei’s thighs immediately. As he tightened his grips on the inside of their thighs, all he saw was a literal river of their juices pouring out of their little hole onto their panties. Harry was amazed; he should have laced them a long time ago.

“Let me take a closer look at it-”

“No!” Fei screamed. They really didn’t want him to see them down there. What if they were on their period? Does weed even start periods like that?

Harry calmed them down with a stroke of his hand on their thigh. “It’s alright, dear. It may be a bit embarrassing, but I’ve helped my other friends through this when this happened to them.” He was lying slightly. Of course, people got horny when they smoked, and he’s fucked people whenever they were high, but he had never fucked his friends through a laced blunt. He could never do that to them. But with Fei, it was different. He was intrigued to know what it was like. And honestly, he had to try however he could. “Let me take a look, okay?”

Fei was super embarrassed when Harry looked at them between their legs, but because Harry’s grip on their thighs was so strong, they couldn’t move from his grasp. So, they just let him do as he pleased. And hopefully he could help them with their problem.

Harry pulled Fei’s underwear to the side and his eyes widened as he looked at their bare cunt. Their lips lacked any hair, but were covered in their wetness. “It’s not your period, sweetie! You’re just getting wet.” Getting wet? Like there was water coming out of them?

“You might be horny, Fei,” he said with a conclusive tone, almost like he was a doctor.

“Horny?” Fei’s heard the term before, but didn’t know what it meant or even if they were, in fact, horny.

Harry laughed at their confused tone. “Let’s run through the symptoms, and you can say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ if you have them, okay?”

Fei nodded their head as they happily agreed to it. “Sure!”

Harry put out his hand as if it were a piece of paper, and used his other to simulate him checking boxes off of a list. “Alright, are you feeling needy? Like you really want something, even if you don’t know what that something is?”

Fei thought for a minute, then answered, “Yup! I don’t know what it is, but I want something soooo bad.”

He checked an imaginary box, then continued. “Is it throbbing here?” he asked as he placed a hand on their cunt and opened their lips just a bit to expose their clit, and he felt Fei squirm a bit at his touch.

“Y-yes. Quite a lot actually,” they said with a bit of hesitation in their voice.

Harry began to rub his palm around in slow circles, seeing how Fei would react. He then noticed them squirm even more and screw their face in a way that looked desperate. “I just tested you to see how you would react. And yes, it aligned with my ‘horny’ diagnosis. Everything you confirmed to me actually aligns with that diagnosis, too.”

“So, I’m horny?” They questioned him with a tinge of sadness in their voice.

Harry sighed. “Yup, it happens sometimes when people smoke. It’s not a bad thing. But, there’s only one way to cure it.” The man continued making circles over his step-sibling’s panties as he spoke, watching the reactions their face made very closely.

Fei managed to speak through Harry’s touches, soft pants escaping their lips throughout each word they spoke. “How- how do you cure it?”

Harry’s hand stopped rubbing on the mound of her cunt and he laid it onto the inside of one of Fei’s thighs. His other hand made its way onto the other thigh, and Harry collapsed onto his knees on the ground, his head landing between Fei’s legs and in front of their pussy. “You have to have an orgasm.”

Fei gulped as their stepbrother said those words. They knew what having an orgasm was; their friends would go on and on about orgasms or “cumming” in college. But, did that mean Harry wanted to have sex with them? They never had sex, and honestly didn’t really know how it worked. So, naturally, they asked him.

“Um, I have to have sex with you to get rid of it?”

Harry widened his eyes, a bit shocked that they knew that sex led to an orgasm; they seemed a bit clueless to him rubbing their pussy, so how did they know about sex? Harry replied, “Well, yes. Do you know what sex is?”

Fei didn’t know quite exactly. All they knew was that it’s how people had babies. And honestly didn’t want to figure anything more out about sex from their stepbrother. “Um, no. But I’ve heard my friends talk about having it?”

Harry spread Fei’s lips again and began to use one of his thumbs to circle their clit. “Oh, yeah?,” he questioned, and he brought his mouth down to Fei’s entrance, placing a kiss onto their skin around it.

Fei gasped and nodded their head. “Uh, huh,” they answered. “Harry, wh-what are you doing?”

Harry continued placing kisses over Fei’s exposed cunt and pressed his circling thumb down onto their clit more. “Tryna get you to orgasm! Isn’t that what I just said would help you feel better?”

The young one let out something of a moan as Harry sped his movements up a bit, and felt something fleshy enter their hole. It was wet and moving around inside of them, feeling every ridge of Fei’s core. Although confused, Fei leaned their body onto the bed, their back arching a bit as the sensations started to make them react to Harry’s touch more.

Harry moved his tongue a bit farther into their core and continued to rub his thumb against their clit. From the sounds falling through Fei’s mouth and the way their back arched, he could tell they were enjoying this. He decided to try something else, bringing two of his fingers into her cunt and moving his mouth to replace his thumb. He pouted his lips around Fei’s cunt and began to suck on it. His fingers started to make thrusts inside of them and and his mouth made slurping noises as he continued.

“Harry, I don’t think we should keep doing this,” they said with a pleading tone as they looked down at their step-brother going ham with their cunt.

“If you really didn’t want me, you wouldn't still be here, bunny.” He had a point there, Fei thought to themself as Harry continued his little sucks on their clit and thrusts of his fingers in their wet, warm pussy. They moaned as Harry swirled his finger around their walls, and a certain spot made them moan even louder. Fei covered their lips in shock and embarrassment.

Harry noticed this, and forced Fei’s hand from their mouth. “No, I want to hear you make as much noise as possible. That can help the horny go away.”

Fei nodded and Harry started to fasten his movements. He looked up into their eyes which encouraged Fei’s moans to get louder without much embarrassment.

Harry suddenly grabbed their thighs a bit too tightly, making them wince in pain. Fei tried to move away from Harry’s hands, but Harry pulled them back towards him and slapped Fei’s inner thigh. “Just stay fucking still, Fei! Fuckin’ hell you can’t fucking listen? I’m sure you’re a good student at school right?” Fei nodded, they were a great student. They always listened to the teachers and stayed obedient with them at all times.

“So why can’t you fucking listen to me, bitch!” Harry slapped Fei’s cunt a couple of tmes before shoving his fingers back inside of them and repeatedly curling them in a “come here” motion. “Take my fucking fingers! Scream and cry all you want, I don’t care. Just fucking take it,” he voiced drawing out at the end as he continued his previous motions with their clit to his mouth.

Then, Fei felt something build up inside of them- felt like they had to pee. “Harryyy,” they called out to him, drawing out the last syllable of his name, “Harry, I think I have to pee.”

Harry kept circling his tongue around their clit, his fingers thrusting in and out at a pace that was too fast for Fei to handle. When he heard Fei cry out about having to pee, he knew what was really happening. “It’s okay, honey, just let it out for me,” he said, continuing with his motions.

But Fei protested, pushing at the top of his head for him to stop. “Harry, I really need to go, please stop!” But Harry ignored them.

Instead of stopping, Harry pushed down at Fei’s lower stomach, intensifying their feelings. He was pushing at their bladder, almost like he was encouraging them to pee on him. Fei kept their thoughts to themselves, wondering why he wanted them to pee. But, they let out the loudest moan of the afternoon so far as they released onto Harry’s face.

When Harry noticed the substance pumping out of their urethra, he quickly moved his mouth around the entrance of it. He wanted to drink up everything Fei shot out.

Fei was so scared at this moment. Harry was drinking their urine! How could he do that? But as they continued to observe the scene, they noticed the liquid wasn’t as yellow as pee. So, of course, they asked their older stepbrother, “What- what was that?”

Harry gulped up the last bits that poured out of her, licking his lips of every drop that landed there. He smiled up at Fei and reached his hands up to the sides of their abdomen, caressing their love handles in a soothing way. “That wasn’t pee, Fei. That was-” he paused for a second trying to think of a fun phrase to call it, “That was horny juice.”

Fei tilted their head to the side as they heard the phrase. “Horny juice? Is that a good thing?”

Harry was lying to them again, of course. He knew it was pee, more specifically squirt, but didn’t want to tell them that. He liked the fact that Fei was so naïve, so innocent. He continued, “Yeah, it’s horny juice. It comes out of the little hole on top of the bigger one right here,” he rubbed their pussy as he spoke to emphasize what he was referring to, “and it comes out when people are feeling horny. And since weed can make people horny, like you are, it makes them pump the juice out even more. Kind of like how you just did.” He smiled at the end of explanation, swirling his finger around Fei’s cunt to get some of their juices onto it. “You want a taste? It’s really healthy. Makes you feel real good.”

Fei bent their head a bit to reach for Harry’s finger. They were intrigued to taste their horny juice, wondering how good it really could be since it came out of her little pee hole. They moaned at the flavor. “Wow, you’re right, Harry!” Harry was pleased with himself as he heard them say this. He watched as they sucked up every drop from his finger. If only they knew how taboo this was, them sucking their own orgasm off of the fingers of their older stepbrother who was just fingering them.

“Well, thank you, Harry,” Fei said, getting up from the bed. “You really helped me out a lot.”

Harry was confused by the sudden change of mood. “Wh-what?”

Fei smiled and made their way to his door. “I don’t think I’m horny anymore. I don’t feel those symptoms you mentioned before, and you got all my horny juice out!” They smiled as they felt so pleased with themselves and the fact that they were able to have an orgasm. It was their first one, and the fact that they were able to do it with their lovely step-brother’s help was all the more rewarding.

But Harry wasn’t pleased. Yes, he was able to make his step sibling cum, that was good. But, he didn’t cum, and Harry hated when he didn’t cum. In fact, he decided he wasn’t done with them. So he made his way in front of his bedroom door, blocking Fei’s path from exiting.

Fei looked up at him, quite confused by his actions. “Um, Harry, I have to go now,” they said with a quiver in their voice.

Harry grabbed Fei by the shoulders, rubbing them a bit. “No, you’re staying in here.”

Fei tried to shake their shoulders in a way that could remove themselves from Harry’s grasp, but to no avail. “Harry, no, I wanna go!”

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes as he lifted Fei up. “I’m not done with you yet, Fei.” He dropped them back onto the bed, back into the same missionary position, holding Fei’s legs apart with each of his hands on each of their thighs. His grip was much tighter than before which made Fei wince in pain. “You see, when boys get horny, they need to have an orgasm, too.” Harry let go of one of Fei’s thighs, using the one hand to unzip his pants. “It’s just a bit different than someone with your parts. See?” He pulled down both his pants and his underwear, and placed his hand on top of his hard cock. The tip was red and dripping of precum, hinting at his need for release. Harry pointed his cock at Fei’s dripping entrance as he continued, “We need to get our horny juices out, too” He slapped the tip of his cock onto Fei’s pussy a couple of times, making them groan at the feeling. “Even if it means they have fuck the shit out of their virgin, younger stepsibling”.

Fei took a second to process Harry’s words until they realized what was happening. Harry was going to have actual sex with them. That was his penis, and it was about to go inside their vagina. And their thoughts were confirmed as Harry shoved himself into their cunt, making them scream out in agony.

Harry didn’t waste time to begin his thrusts. He wanted to hear every scream, see every tear, feel every section of Fei’s walls rip apart to take him. He listened to Fei’s screams as he continued his thrusts, and it got him harder than he already was, which he thought was impossible. It was something about Fei that just did something to him. They made him a different person.

“Harry, stop! It’s too big please!” Fei yelled at him, trying to push his body away with as much force as their much smaller frame could do. But, Harry took that as a challenge and thrusted inside them even deeper.

“But, you’re taking it like a champ, love!” Harry exclaimed as he continued his little thrusts to fit himself inside of them. “Why would I stop?” They were so tight, but Harry would make it work. He saw a spot of blood stain the shaft of his cock, probably from Fei losing their virginity in such a sudden way, but this only gave him more confidence fo fuck into Fei harder.

Meanwhile, Fei was in pain. “Please, Harry! It hurts!” Fei screamed as their body rocked with every thrust Harry gave them. It was so forceful, and the concerning pain between their legs was too much for them.

“Alright, I guess I’ll make it a bit easier for you,” he said as he brought his thumb down to their clit. It started to rub them in circles, making Fei’s screams turn into pure moans of pleasure. Fei moaned out loud, and Harry’s ears rang. As much as he loved to hear their moans, Fei was screaming a little too much. They started to become more harrowing. They almost- just almost- made Harry feel guilty for what he was doing. But that didn’t stop him.

Harry got himself into a mating press, digging his cock deeper into Fei’s cunt, making Fei scream even louder. So, Harry grabbed their neck with both hands, not only to shut Fei up, but to also use it as leverage for him to fuck into them deeper and harder. All Fei could hear at that moment was the sound of skin slapping and Harry’s animalistic growl. They tried to scream and even breathe, but after a couple attempts failed, so they laid there limp and their cunt just took his cock with every thrust.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you’re trying to say- just take my fucking cock, whore,” he said, making his thrusts more impactful and much deeper than before. His pubis constantly hit against theirs, the vibrations of the impacts spreading to Fei’s clit and maximizing their pleasure. Fei just laid in the bed, taking it all.

But Harry didn’t care about Fei's pleasure at this moment. He was too caught up in finding his own and building up to his release. “You smoked my blunt and got yourself horny like a fucking slut. You deserve what I’m giving to you. You should be fuckin’ thankful.” He thought for a moment, before continuing, “Y’know what? Say thank you.”

“Wh- What?” Fei stuttered.

Harry stopped his thrusts and leaned over Fei’s body to bring his face to theirs. He grabbed onto their jaw and spat directly onto their cheek. Fei whined as it made contact. “Use your ears!” he yelled at her, slapping the same cheek. “Are you fuckin’ deaf? Jeez…” He went back to his thrusts, but they were deeper and slower. He wanted Fei to feel every inch of his length inside of them, tearing them apart from the inside. “I said thank your step brother for helping you have an orgasm”

“Th- thank you, Harry, for ma-” They felt a sting to their cheek, stopping them in their tracks.

Harry wasn’t satisfied. “No, no, no, say ‘thank you for fucking me and making me cum on your big cock, stepbrother.’”

Fei took a couple of seconds to process his words, their brain still fuzzy and cheeks still running with tears, but finally gained the strength to speak again. “Thank you for fucking me and m- making me cum on your big cock, stepbrother,” they said, forcing a smile on their face as they said it.

Harry evilly smirked, satisfied with Fei, as he started to increase the velocity of his thrusts, his balls hitting against Fei’s ass as he did so. “You’re so good to me, Fei,” He said with a growl. “Takin’ me so well, draining me out.”

Fei shook on the bed as Harry fucked them, and their screams were again shushed as Harry wrapped one of his hands around their neck and pressed down. Harry let out an evil cackle and spat on Fei’s face again, barely missing their lips, before he spoke, “Imagine what your dad would think about all this? What he would say about you smoking like a naughty and disobedient child. He would look at you so differently, right baby?” Harry cooed at the end of his statement, almost to rub it in to hurt Fei’s feelings. Fei cried and tears were running down their face, but their grip around Harry’s cock became tighter, forcing Harry to take harder thrusts.

“You’re fucking your stepbrother for fuck’s sake, Fei! How dirty of you! You must feel like such a slut right?” Harry looked down into Fei’s eyes, and Fei could notice how dark his irises became. “Say it,” he commanded them. “Scream out loud about how much of a dirty slag you are!”

Fei sniffled the mucus running down their nose as they continued crying. They managed to scream out, “I’m such a slut, Harry!” They were ashamed of themselves for feeling so good. “I’m so sorry I’m a filthy slut! Please don’t tell my Dad.”

Harry bent down and used his tongue to lick the tears from Fei’s face, never quitting his thrusts. They were salty but so good. “I won’t tell your Dad, honey; it will be our little secret. It would probably give him a heart attack anyway. And don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I can tell you’re lying about not liking being slutty. You’re squeezing me so tightly! And you loved how my tongue felt on your little parts right here, right?” he patted his hand on their pussy and rubbed on it a bit to emphasize where he meant. Fei nodded, but continued to cry.

Then, the younger sibling’s stomach tightened again and they felt the sensation they did when they released their horny juice before. Harry felt their cunt tighten around him even more, knowing that their orgasm was coming, and brought his hand to their lower stomach to press down on it like he did before when he was eating them out. “Um, Harry, the juices are coming out ag-” they screamed before they could warn him, and their squirt landed right onto his torso. Harry felt the liquid launch onto him, causing him to cum almost immediately afterward. “Fuck, Fei! Take my cum, love. Fuck!”

Fei couldn’t even feel Harry’s cum squirt inside of them as they were busy trying to calm themselves from their own orgasm. Harry could see his own cum leak from their cunt, and the sight was so delicious. They wanted to lick them out again, but decided against it as he thought it might have been too much for them. Instead, he pulled out of them, his dick softening as the last of his cum squirted out. He laid next to Fei onto the bed and sighed.

Harry looked over at Fei, whose face seemed surprisingly elated. “Um, you alright?”

Fei smiled at him. “I liked what we were doing. It felt good, especially at the end. That was the orgasm, right?”

Harry nodded, “Yep, that’s what that was.” He was surprised Fei liked it. He literally laced them and forced them to take his cock. But he guessed he shouldn’t think about it too hard.

Fei managed to take a good look at their cunt, surveying the damage that had been done. It had some weird creamy substance dripping out of their hole. “Is the white stuff your orgasm?”

“Yeah, that’s my cum.” Harry quickly moved on, not exactly wanting to answer any more questions. He valued Fei’s innocence too much. “You wanna do what we did again some other time?”

Fei laughed and blushed at his question. “Yeah, only if you’re up for it though! Even without the weed!”

“Maybe we could try things other than weed, too!,” He suggested, causing Fei to laugh again and walk out of his room, “Bye, Harry!”

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Good day,

Thank you all for reading “The Girl Worth Fighting For”! I have a special surprise for tomorrow- *insert drumroll here* Another story!

I finished it quite earlier than expected, so I decided to just upload it tomorrow for you all.

Warning: It’s a dark!Harry one-shot, so if you’re sensitive to that, I would suggest not reading.

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The Girl Worth Fighting For

Well-known boxer Harry Styles has been a regular at his trainer Antonio Montez’s gym, and he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. But, Antonio’s daughter Lola also comes around, and Harry wants her all to himself. Is she a girl worth fighting for?

SMUT / ANGST; Kinks include: deep penetration, face-fucking, deepthroating, riding, age gap (7 years), creampie

“Keep goin’, Styles,” Antonio yelled, encouraging Harry to hit the punching bag harder and with more vigor. With that, Harry used all of his power to hit the bag with enough impact to send the bag flying backwards each time.

It was a normal training day for Harry at Antonio’s, a gym he’s been going to since he had moved to New York and began his boxing career at 19. The owner of the place, Antonio Montez, built this place from the ground up (both literally and physically), and ever since Harry’s been there, he had treated him like he was his own son. He’d make him home cooked meals and carry them to the gym, take Harry out to sports games with him, and even give him advice in his personal life. The two men were very close.

Antonio also had a daughter, Lola, who had been helping around with errands and supplies for the gym whenever he needed them. Although Harry had been going to that gym for 6 years now, he had never seen her until recently when she started working part-time. He recalls Antonio being a divorced man, so he could put together that Lola probably lived with her mom during those 6 years. From previous conversations with her, Harry learned that she was a 20 year old student at FIT working on her degree for Fashion & Design, and was currently in her second year. She was quite a good girl: smart, obedient, a great sense of style, and a true Daddy’s girl.

But that’s not all Harry noticed about her. Lola had long beautiful brown hair with a red ombre that got brighter as her hair trailed down to her beautiful collarbones, the left one being engraved with a tattoo of a zodiac glyph (the sign of Scorpio maybe? Harry wasn’t too apt when it came to astrology). She wore glasses sometimes, but Harry assumed that she had contacts on the days she didn’t. Her body was full and beautiful; her bust spilled out of every top she wore, her thighs and ass were thick and the jiggles they made as she walked always captivated him, and her love handles accentuated her God-given curves. He noticed the stretch marks and freckles that adorned her skin. She was just perfect.

Lola walked inside of the building, carrying bags of supplies that her father asked her to buy for the gym. She placed them into the storage room and walked back out, running up to her dad and giving him a tight squeeze. “Hi, daddy!,” she said as he held her tight.

Antonio let go and smiled down at his daughter. “Mija, que paso?” He asked her, curious with how her day went.

Lola smiled. “It went well, daddy. I finished up the errands for the house this morning and took Bubba (their dog) out for a walk! I also got the supplies you said you wanted from the warehouse! See?” She pointed at the supplies settled in the storage room, a huge smile on her face as she looked up at her dad.

Her father smiled proudly, “That’s my girl! Thanks so much for the help, mija. This gym wouldn’t be what it is today without your support.”

From the corner of his eye, Harry noticed the glimmer of Lola’s teeth as she smiled at the praise her father just gave her. He loved to see Lola’s beautiful smile form that arched shape on her lips, but didn’t let it distract him too much from his training. Besides, her father was right there, and Harry didn’t want him to notice how captivated he was by his daughter.

Antonio continued speaking to his daughter, until a question popped up that caught Harry by surprise. “And how was the date?”

Harry’s stomach dropped. Date? She went on a date? Or did she eat dates? What was happening? His thoughts ran wild as he continued punching the bag, his hits getting harder with every word they spoke as they continued their conversation.

Lola smiled and let out a small giggle. “I enjoyed it. He was really nice. We went to that Korean restaurant and I got some bibimbap!”

“Did he treat my baby girl well?” Antonio questioned, nudging his daughter’s shoulder in a playful way.

“Yeah, I’m planning on meeting up with him again this weekend!”

Harry punched the bag with the hardest punch he could throw, his rage fueling his fire. The bag seemed to fly all the way back because of the force of Harry’s blow. Both Antonio and Lola looked at him in shock and confusion.

Harry noticed the two’s stares, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry ‘bout that. I got immersed. Thought I was in a real fight.” He let out a fake snicker towards the end of his statement, and Antonio chuckled as well.

“That’s alright, Styles. It happens,” he reassured Harry, patting the boxer’s shoulder with his hand. “Continue doing what you’re doing, bud.”

***

The night came and it was finally closing time. All of the patrons left, and it was only Harry, Antonio, and Lola left in the building. Harry usually stayed until closing on some days when he really wanted to train. He genuinely enjoyed being at that gym- it was like his sanctuary or safe space where he could let off steam and be around people he cared about. Antonio and Lola being those people.

Harry sat on a bench, taking off his boxing gloves and removing his mouth guard as he noticed Antonio packing up. Lola was getting the last bit of cleaning done, and Harry watched as she bent down to sanitize one of the metal bars of the equipment. She was wearing yoga pants, and her ass looked absolutely delectable to Harry. But of course, he quickly turned away before anyone would notice, especially her father. He heard the jingling of keys come from the corner of the room as he turned around.

“Alright, honey, I’m gonna let you finish up and then close up shop,” he said Lola.

Lola got up from her position to look at her father. “Okay, Dad, I’ll do that. I’m gonna miss you.” She ran up to her dad to give him a tight embrace and a kiss on his cheek.

Antonio let out a belly-laugh. “Honey, we’re literally going to see each other at the house later. Don’t miss me too much.” He looked over to Harry. “G’night, champ! See ya next week! Make sure she does her job.”

Harry smiled at Antonio. “Same time, same place! And don’t worry; she’s in very safe hands, Tony!” He looked towards Lola, still with a huge smile on his face, and she looked right back at him, cracking a smile.

“Alright, kids! Goodnight!” Antonio pushed through the glass doors and disappeared through the night. A slight breeze came through the doors, and Lola shivered a bit.

“It’s a bit chilly tonight, huh?” She questioned Harry, who was busy packing his duffel bag. “You should put on a sweater or something before you head out.”

“Yeah,” he answered a bit plainly. “Thanks.”

Lola noticed his monotone voice. He wasn’t normally like that. Whenever they would strike up a conversation, his voice was always so expressive and colorful. He’d always look into her eyes whenever they spoke, and they would always seem to sparkle as if he were intrigued with whatever she was saying to him. It was different tonight, though.

“Harry, you alright?” She asked.

Harry quickly glanced at her, but resumed packing his bag and keeping himself busy. “Yep. I’m alright.”

“No, no, you’re not. Harry, please, tell me what’s wrong.” She was genuinely concerned about him. That was her father’s best customer. He’d always been nice to him and her. So, what was the matter?

Of course, he was irritated. He literally overheard her and her dad discussing a date she went on. A date that happened today! Why wouldn’t he be pissed?

“Just having a bad day is all,” he answered, his voice still monotone. “You sure had fun today, though,” he said, hinting at the date, which Lola noticed. His voice was laced with fire and rage, something very different and obvious to his normal speaking voice.

Lola stood in thought for a moment, looking up as if she were trying to deliberate what he was saying with her brain. A lightbulb went off all of a sudden. “A-Are you talking about my date? Well, yeah, I had fun.” She was confused. “Why?” She noticed Harry clench his fist as he grabbed his gym towel. The veins of his tattooed hand and arm popped out, showing that his anger was absolutely seeping through him. Then she realized. “Are you jealous?”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, his expression looking more upset than ever. He just jumped straight to the point, asking “Did you have sex with him, Lola?”

His straightforwardness caught Lola by surprise. “What?!”

“Did you and your date sleep with each other?” He started to walk over to her.

Lola was stunned by this question. It was too invasive. And why did he want to know? “You’re not my father, my brother, my man, or anyone of importance for me to tell you. You don’t own me, so why should I tell you?” She looked up directly into Harry’s eyes, only a feet inches away from her as if they were having a standoff. She furrowed her eyebrows at him angrily, wanting to try to intimidate him.

But, Harry scoffed. She looked cute when she was trying to put her foot down. He decided to stir the pot to stand his own ground. “You’re right, I don’t own you,” he paused for a second. “But I can make you mine.” He raised his eyebrow and grinned.

The woman gasped at his statement. “What do you mean by that?”

Harry took a step closer. “I can make you mine. But, only if you’ll let me.” He grabbed her by her jawline, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he looked into her eyes.

“Will you let me, Lola?”

Lola nodded slowly. She didn’t even really know what she was agreeing to, but something in here told her to. So, she did. Might as well.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he whispered into her lips. “Open ‘em- there you go.”

Lola opened her mouth at his command, not really expecting what could happen next. Her mind was dazed, and honestly she would do anything he told her too if he wanted.

Harry bent his neck a bit, so that his mouth could be over hers. Just then, he dropped some of his saliva into her mouth. It was warm and the texture was different to say the least, and Lola kept it onto her tongue with her mouth still open, awaiting for his next move.

Harry smiled and let out a small chuckle from under his breath. “You just gonna let it sit there or..?” He joked with her as he looked up and down at her current state.

Lola quickly swallowed his spit down, feeling it slide down her throat alongside her own. It was a strange yet appealing feeling. And she wanted more.

Harry grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her. It was something sloppy, wet, raw, and disgusting, the type that made a couple swallow each other’s tongues and taste each other’s souls. As he released her from the kiss, his lips bit into hers. “Good girl,” the man complimented her, noticing her flushed cheeks as he grinned. “Now,” he began to take off his sweatpants, removing one leg at a time, and Lola’s jaw dropped again as she looked at the package this man was hiding this whole time underneath, “I want you to take off your clothes, get on your knees, and prove to me why you should be mine.”

Lola couldn’t say she was prepared for this. It’s not like she hasn’t sucked dick before, but this was Harry Styles, one of the most infamous boxers in the boxing world. He was just so big… and experienced. He was 7 years older than her, and much richer than her, so how could he not have had girls in the same position as she is right now. But she had to forget about that right now, like her brain kept repeating since this whole altercation started. Just live in the moment. So, she quickly stripped herself down and got on her knees. Luckily, there was a gym mat underneath her that cushioned her joints and made this a bit more comfortable.

The man looked down upon Lola and his grin went away as he wanted to assert his dominance over her in this position. He grabbed the back of her head, taking her hair into his hands as he positioned his cock to her mouth. She pouted her lips and kissed his tip, causing Harry to let out a small gasp. “Eager little thing,” he said with a tsk. Not wanting to waste any more time, he pushed himself into her mouth. “Now, suck.”

Lola immediately started to take him, getting used to the feeling of his girth stretching out her mouth. But, as soon as she was familiar with him, she brought his tip to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Harry was amazed at what he was seeing; the girl was trying to take him all in one go! “You’re gonna take all of me?” She nodded, her mouth taking him in deeper. “Oh, good girl,” Harry responded, drawing out the word “girl” as his nerves on the tip of his cock reacted to the back of her throat constantly hitting them.

“You’re sucking me off like a big girl, Lola,” he murmured as she continued deepthroating him, his hand caressing the back of her head. “Don’t even need me to teach you anything, love.” He removed his hands from her and put them up in a way to hint that she could take the reins as she continued to take him deep into her.

Discovering how daring this girl was, Harry wanted to try out something a bit different than the normal positions. “Alright, darling, get up off the ground f’me,”he said, pulling back her hair so that her mouth could pop off of his cock. “C’mon, we don’t have all night, princess.”

Lola managed to stand up and before she could even look at him, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, flipping her upside-down. Lola let out a little squeak, making Harry laugh and slap her ass. “That scared you?,” he laughed again. Lola rolled her eyes, although he couldn’t see her reaction, and slapped his thigh, “Yes, you fucking dick,” she responded.

Harry stopped laughing as he noticed his view. “Look at this perfect fuckin’ cunt,” he said in awe as he looked at the sight before him. She looked like a pretty flower, in bloom and ready to be picked. Her puffy labia had a glossy sheen to them as they shone in the bright lights of the room, looking like dewy petals after it had rained. Her little clit stuck out a bit from its hood, and it was the centerpiece. He couldn’t wait to try her.

“You alright down there?” he asked as he remembered that she was literally upside down and relied on only his strength to stay in this position. He knew the blood was rushing to her head; the feeling was familiar to him as he did handstands as a part of his training.

Lola gave him a nod, but quickly realized he couldn’t see anything so she forced out a “yes”. The blood rushed to her head, but she didn’t care as all she wanted to do right now was to please the man lifting her up. Her life was in his hands so to speak because if he dropped her, she would land right on her skull, and that wouldn’t look pretty. But, Harry was built for this. His grip was tight around her lower body as he held her up, her pussy to his face as he was about to provide Lola some relief.

Harry managed to shift his pelvis towards her head, trying to find her lips with the tip of dick. Once he felt them, he shifted himself inside of her, causing her to let out a garbled moan as he managed to hit the back of her throat. He started to thrust into her mouth, while his mouth began its movements, his tongue gliding around her labia. Lola’s moans, although garbled, vibrated onto Harry’s shaft and even his balls as they slapped onto her cupid’s bow, and he could swear he was transported to heaven.

Harry’s tongue slid itself into her little hole, and he could feel every ripple of her walls as they clenched around his membrane. His chin found some way to rub against her clit, and Lola could feel the hairs of his stubble flick every nerve. The friction caused her to tap onto Harry’s thigh. Harry knew what this meant, and quickly moved himself from her mouth. “Y’alright?” he asked her, pausing his motions of his tongue to get some sort of coherent response from her. Once he heard her take a deep breath and respond with a “yes”, he thrusted his cock right back into her, immediately finding his way back to her epiglottis, and Lola started to gag. Harry could feel the drool drip down his thighs and took a quick glance to the ground, noticing her saliva make a pool by his feet. But, it was all a glorious, euphoric feeling, and Harry took that as encouragement to suck onto her clit and dip the tip of his nose into her hole. The way she smelled was just as enticing as what was taking place, and Lola was just as pleased as she could taste the man inside and all around her own mouth.

Harry removed his mouth from her lower region, using his tongue to lick up the residue that stained his lips and chin. “Alright, honey, I’m putting you down now,” he told her as he used his strength to flip the girl rightside up. He laid Lola onto the floor, rubbing his hands down her skin to make sure that she was alright. She blushed as she felt his calloused hands move down her body, not really expecting how gentle he would be with her, especially with him being a boxer and all.

Harry held onto his shaft as he shuffled his body between Lola’s legs. He opened her legs a bit more with a gentle touch, and aligned himself with the opening to her cunt, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen. “You ready, love?” Lola nodded and looked down to see what happened next.

Both Harry and Lola let out a gasp as he pushed inside.

“Oh, darling, you fit like a fuckin’ glove,” he said, a groan escaping his lips as he managed to put himself as deep as he could inside of her warm core. Lola let out little moans which pleased Harry’s ears as he knew the girl was loving this moment too.

“Ohhhh,” he drawled out in realization as he felt her cunt pulse a bit tighter after his statement. “You like being praised, huh? Being told you’re doing a good job by an older man? I noticed that with you and your daddy’s conversation earlier.” He smirked while stroking into her deeper. “A real praise slut you are. And you deserve every word.”

His thrusts were slow, yet deep, as he really wanted to really revel in the moment. He was finally fucking the beautful girl he’d always pictured himself with. And she felt like everything he wanted. Luckiest man in the world, he was.

Lola was in paradise. Her moans were guttural and low as she felt him inside of her. With every thrust, she let out a little curse or mumble underneath her breath, which were words of encouragement to Harry to keep going. She didn’t want this to end.

He started to angle his strokes upward, wanting to experiment with her and see if he could find the imprint of his cock through her lower stomach. As soon as he saw it, he rubbed in the area, and Lola cried out even louder. “You feel me right there, honey? In your tummy?” She moaned in confirmation, and her head tried to go up and down to nod along.

A couple more strokes went on and more moans were released as Harry fucking her. It was an erotic scene, almost as if they were shooting a porno. His balls consistently slapped against her perineum with every thrust and his thumb circled her little aching clit as, causing moans that Lola never experienced before with previous partners. Her walls started to clench around Harry, and he was quick to notice when a girl was about to orgasm. So he did what any man would do.

He pulled out, leaving Lola confused as she started to whimper. She almost looked like she was on the brink of tears. Harry chuckled under his breath. He didn’t want to pull out (and judging by her reaction, he could tell she didn’t want him to either) but Harry wanted to switch positions.

He decided to lay onto the mat, spreading his legs a bit, but leaving his head up to look at the girl, still whimpering because of her stalled release. “Alright, get on top of me, sweet girl,” he said, slapping his hands on his thighs for emphasis.

Lola nodded, a sweet and simple “okay”, escaping her lips as she found her way down. She swung one of her legs over him, putting herself into position above him. Harry stroked her jaw with his thumb yet again as he soothed the trembling and needy girl on top of him. He smiled, saying, “You were such a good girl taking my cock like that, sweetheart. Now, I want you to rub your pussy on my cock, okay? Just want you to get used to this position with me, yeah? Show me how you’re gonna take me. Prove to me you’re worthy of being my big girl.” His words were laced with lust, but his eyes were filled with desperation and need. As much as he wanted to feel Lola wrapped around him, he still wanted to get her worked up a bit.

Although she really wanted him inside of her again, she obliged and placed her aching cunt onto the shaft of his cock and started her movements. His shaft started to glisten with the coating from her warmth as her labia rubbed against him; what a delicious sight for him to see. His veins were prominent and Lola swore she could count the amount he had just by feeling him underneath her. She glided on him back and forth repeatedly, which emitted moans from her mouth of pleasure, yet also yearning. She wanted to feel herself do that with his cock inside of her, wanted to feel his shaft touch every part of her from the inside.

Suddenly, Harry grabbed Lola by her hips and steadied her movements, holding her tightly in his grasp. He positioned himself a bit more comfortably, aiming his cock to her ready entrance, and started to move his lower half upwards to fuck up into her.

Lola couldn’t help but moan and throw her head back. Harry was hitting the deepest, most delicious spots inside of her more than any man had ever tried in the past. Her pussy clenched around him, causing the wetness that was already seeping through her hole to slide down his length. It created a beautiful sight for the two of them to see.

Harry kept fucking his hips up, and lowered Lola’s body a bit lower so that he could feel her as deep as he could. He managed to find an angle where the base of his shaft could glide against her G-spot while the tip of him could poke out an indentation through her lower belly, and Harry let out a moan as if he were touched by an angel. A small “yes” drew from under his breath as he continued his movements.

“Lookin’ like a pretty princess up there, riding my cock like that,” he said absent-mindedly. “You just need a tiara.” His words just sped through his mouth without censorship, his brain too focused on making sure both him and Lola were receiving pleasure. He reached his hand down to her ass and spanked one of her cheeks, and his balls felt the skin jiggle on him, making him moan. He decided to use both hands to spank each cheek interchangeably, which vibrated against his sack, another loud moan escaping his lips. And it obviously was just as pleasurable for Lola as he noticed how she squealed at every force of impact and how her cunt pulsed with every stroke of his cock.

“Look at those fuckin tits, too, fuckin’ hell,” He said, his eyes in a trance as he stared at them. “Look at ‘em fucking bounce. Your daddy’s making you walk in a gym filled with all these gross old men havin’ a look at these? Irresponsible,” he joked, making himself laugh a bit in the process. But, the feeling of Lola’s pussy clenching around him at the praise lured him back into moaning again. “Shit- you’re somethin’ special, love.” Harry felt like he was in nirvana. He had a beautiful girl hopping on his cock like a little bunny, her tits bouncing along in circles, and her ass pounding on his balls with each thrust. Her beautiful skin was glowing with a bit of sweat, and her cunt enveloped around his cock in a way that nothing else could. It was amazing.

Lola couldn’t take it anymore. All of this pleasure circulated throughout her body- from her toes, to her pussy, to her ass, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, her head, and all throughout her spine. She just couldn’t handle it, and it caused her to fall forward onto Harry’s chest. She dug her head in the spot between his shoulder and neck, giving that spot on his skin a little kiss before shifting her head so she would be able to moan and breathe without difficulty. She repeatedly called out his name as she felt her abdomen starting to heat up, indicating that she was nearing her peak.

Harry held onto her, wrapping his arms around her back and putting them in a cradling position as he continued to thrust his cock inside of her. “I’m right here, pretty girl. Look at me,” he instructed her with a gentle tone, and the girl somehow managed to tilt her head and look into his eyes. “Yeah, look at me, princess. You’re just a beauty, aren’t you?” Harry shifted one of his hands to the back of her head, allowing him to make sure that they stayed face-to-face. “My gorgeous girl. Mine. No one else’s. This is my pussy, my breasts…” He kissed the tip of her nose. “My nose”. He kissed her left cheek. “My cheek”. He finally kissed her lips, this time with more passion than the first. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth once more, her body allowing him to do so as she was still focused on her own orgasm. “My fuckin’ lips, yeah? My fuckin’ mouth.”

All of his sweet nothings traveled from Lola’s ear to her abdomen, and it helped egg on her orgasm. She finally reached her climax, and Harry was amazed at the sight he saw and the physical reactions she had. Her whole body shook and pelvis bucked repeatedly as she came, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Harry stroked the hand cradling her head through her hair as a soothing gesture, hoping that it could help ease the intensity of her orgasm. “I’m right here, darling. Right here. You’re alright,” he whispered in her ear, adding extra words to help pacify the situation.

Just as Lola was calming down, Harry could feel his orgasm nearing, and picked up his pace just a bit, but not too much to make Leila cry out. His grip on her tightened, and Lola kissed all over his face- his cheeks, his lips, his chin- to help him through his climax. Then, she could feel the little spurts of his cum fill her up from the inside.

“Take my fucking cum, Lola,” Harry grumbled into her ear as he came so deep inside of her. “Let me own you, spread my seed inside so you know you’re mine.” He let out a deep groan as he continued before saying these four words, “I love you, Lola.”

Lola’s eyes widened as she heard this sentence, but she didn’t want to make her shock obvious. She allowed Harry to finish his orgasm, and as he did, he pulled out of her and helped her come off of him. She rolled to his side and then faced him, wanting to confront him about his confession.

“You… you love me?” She asked, and Harry picked up on the genuine confusion in her voice. To be honest, it almost sounded like she was… offended?

“Yes, Lola, I’ve loved you for all this time,” the man finally admitted, tears staining his eyes. “When I noticed that date you went on,” he sniffled for a moment before continuing, “with that- that dickhead.”

Lola sat up in protest. “Harry, don’t call him a dickhead! You don’t even know h-”

Harry cut her off. “I don’t need to know him! And I don’t want to get to know him; I want to get to know you!” He took a couple breaths, his chest rising and faltering as the air went in and out of his body to calm down. He didn’t want to be too harsh with the girl.

“What I need to hear from you right now is,” he paused, wanting to stop himself from saying something he might regret and something she might be afraid of.

But, Lola wanted to know what he had to say. “Is what, Harry?”

Harry sighed and finally looked into her eyes. He noticed her crying, probably even more than he was. They were both a mess. He didn’t want her to cry, but he had to ask her one last thing. “I need to know… Do you love me, Lola?”

She didn’t know what to think honestly. Yeah, the sex was good, and Harry was pouring his heart out to her. But… something was missing.

“Harry, I appreciate you. You’ve been there for my father at the hardest parts of his life. He told me how much you meant to him. How you’ve been… like a son to him. I mean he’s known you since you were my age! You’re 27 now!” And it was all true. After every workday, her father would talk about Harry in the car and at the house. He would bring up Harry’s little awkward shuffle that he did whenever he was waiting for the restroom. He talked about how Harry went through a rough patch with a best friend, and how he was able to help him through that time. He would ramble on and on about this “Harry Styles” whenever she was at the house. She knew of him, but she didn’t know him personally.

“And then there’s you and I. I’m so much younger than you! I mean, you’re pushing 30, and I’m barely in my 20s. We’ve only had a true conversation with each other like twice,” She showed him her index and middle finger for reference. “I told you about my student life and the hobbies I had. The only time I ever spoke to you outside of the gym was when my car broke down and Daddy said I should call you to pick me up. Even that car ride wasn’t anything meaningful to build our bond.”

Harry was enraged. “Then why would you have sex with me? Why would you make me cum inside you? That didn’t mean shit to you?”

Lola brought her head down in embarrassment, not even realizing what had just occurred before this argument until now. “I just wanted to have some fun. I don’t even really know why. Just listen, Harry, if we were to get together, it’d be weird for everyone.”

Harry sat there in silence. He didn’t really know how to respond to what she said. His mind started racing. Oh fuck, I just fucked my trainer’s daughter, he thought. I just had sex… with the daughter of the man who took care of me for so many years. Just cuz I thought she was hot? What the fuck is wrong with me? He started to hyperventilate, his heart seemingly bursting out of his chest.

All of a sudden, he stood up. Lola noticed how his skin was pale, his eyes were blank, and how his chest rose up and down at a fast pace as he hyperventilated. She reached out to grab his forearm, but Harry just nudged her off. “I have to go,” he stated so simply, his voice laced in distraught. “I just-” he sighed. “Make sure to lock up properly before you leave.” He grabbed the duffel bag with his clothes and equipment, said his goodnights and goodbyes, and pushed through the exit of the gym, leaving Lola there all alone. Tears flooded her eyes. What… just happened?

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Good day,

As you all should know, it is currently Pride Month, and it’s a special time for people to feel comfortable in their skin, no matter how they identify.

I wanted to do something special for you all, as a sort of thank you for reading my work. I will be uploading a story every weekend of this month. I know I slack a bit in terms of my upload schedule (sorry about that), but I want you all to enjoy my work and know that I am capable of uploading quality work in a timely manner.

Thank you all again for being so kind and reading my stories. They’re very fun to write, and hopefully they are fun to read.

I will upload a story this coming weekend, so be on the lookout.

Love you all,

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Substitute Pleaser

A story where Harry Styles is the substitute professor, and one of his students (Natasha, black, she/her) wants her grade fixed. Harry tries to find ways to help, and soon offers her a “request”.

SMUT; Kinks include: TeacherxStudent trope (college setting btw), shoe riding, deepthroating, facefucking, hair pulling, creampie, spitting, choking, degradation, some praise if you squint

It’s almost the end of the semester and Natasha was tired. Very, very tired. She was in one of the best universities in the country studying to be a physical therapist. Now in her third year, the work had gotten so much more strenuous, often leaving Natasha to study for hours with no end. All she needed was a break, but she’s never had the time to.

All of her professors this semester were pains in the ass. Their grading systems were fucked, and it seemed like they were always out for her- like they wanted her to fail. Maybe that wasn’t true, she’ll admit, but that’s just how she felt.

It was time for her English class, and Natasha was furious. She hated that old bastard of a teacher, Mr. Carson, so much. He gave her a 63% on her last English paper, which was worth 35% of her grade, resulting in her average dropping tremendously. She was definitely not a bad student; she’s always had straight A’s and a couple of B’s, so this poorly-graded assignment was definitely unexpected. She planned on seeing him for office hours right after class to question him about her poor grade.

Natasha walked into that horrible classroom, expecting to see that gross man with the crusty-looking beard sat at the front desk by the whiteboard. Instead, she noticed a sexy man with healthy chocolate brown hair, a jawline as sharp as a knife, and beautiful fingers which were adorned with the finest rings, a unique one dedicated to each finger (except his left ring finger, which was a great sign for Natasha).

Yes, he was cute, but who was he? Natasha questioned herself. Because he sure wasn’t Mr. Carson’s ugly, old ass. He couldn’t be a professor, could he?

She sat down at her seat, making sure her posture was proper and that her appearance was up to par with the sexy man at the teacher’s desk. Using her hands, she brushed her hair to the front, making sure they cascaded down past her shoulders reaching her breasts, but also making sure they didn’t cover her cleavage (She thanked God she wore a push-up bra).

The young man finally stood up from the professor’s seat and walked to the front of it, leaning himself against it. He quickly scanned the classroom before his eyes landed on her.

A beautiful young woman, appearing not much younger than him, was sitting in the second row of the lecture room. He noticed her hair, an ashy blonde color, contrasting her beautifully moisturized brown skin. She had a cute button nose, round brown eyes, and her lips shined with lip gloss of a pink tint and glitter. His eyes glanced down at her obvious cleavage, but he quickly looked away, as not to seem invasive or crude. He hoped she hadn’t noticed.

He didn’t know, however, that Natasha did indeed notice. She couldn’t help but to look down and blush.

"Good evening, class,” the man started. “I am your substitute professor, Harry Styles, but you’ll call me Mr. Styles for the rest of our lectures together. As you all might know from your emails, your usual professor Mr. Carson has recently lost his wife and has followed his family to his native country Germany, which is where he will be spending the rest of the semester to grieve and mourn with the rest of the family. Make sure you send all the love and prayers to Mr. Carson in any way you can at some point.”

Natasha didn’t check her email recently. Oops.

Mr. Styles continued, “So, we will pick up from where he left off. My office hours will remain the same as Mr. Carson’s and in the same room. If you have any questions or concerns, or if you just want to have a chat, come down to Carson’s office, now mine. I’m all ears!” He gave the class a kind grin, one that Natasha was smitten with. His dimples were perfectly carved into his already sexy face.

As the lesson began, Natasha’s best friend Andrew turned to her from the table to her right and said, “Hopefully he’s not as boring as Mr. Carson,” to which the two students laughed amongst themselves.

Until Harry noticed and caught their attention by clearing his throat.

“You know,” he began, “Just because I’m a substitute, it doesn’t mean that the rules have changed. Pay attention and don’t speak, unless you have something to share with the entire class.”

Andrew rolled his eyes and fixed himself to face Mr. Styles. Natasha closed her legs and faced Mr. Styles with her head looking down to her lap. Yes, that got her a bit... aroused.

And Mr. Styles noticed. He turned back to the smartboard to hide the cheeky smirk that formed on his lips.

The class continued with its lesson for about an hour an a half, which meant an hour and a half of Natasha fixing her appearance, making her cleavage more noticeable, taking off her blazer and putting it back on, fidgeting and changing her seating positions, all to make Mr. Styles notice her.

And Mr. Styles noticed. Every time he would hear the creak of a chair or the shuffle of someone’s body, he would know it was that beautiful girl he had his eyes on from the beginning.

***

It was the end of the lecture, and the impatient half of the class who literally couldn’t care less about the topics discussed had ran out of the classroom. The few students who cared about their grades and about learning or understanding the class material had stayed back to ask Mr. Styles questions. And Natasha was one of that few.

Natasha waited until she was the last person in the room to ask Mr. Styles about her grade. She usually did this with every class so that she didn’t have to rush herself to make room for other waiting students. She wanted all the time for herself and her teacher so that she could truly understand the subject. And she definitely wanted some time to herself with this sexy professor.

“You can come over here now, sweetheart,” Mr. Styles said from his desk.

That “sweetheart” almost made Natasha fall to her knees, but she maintained her composure. Of course, he would call me something so endearing, Natasha deciphered to herself to keep the dirty thoughts from overwhelming her mind.

Harry looked down at his class seating chart. “Hm, Natasha, right?”

She nodded.

He looked up at her. “Hello, sweetheart, how are you?” he inquired. The look on his face seemed sincere, but Natasha could feel an aura lurking underneath that sincerity. Frustration? Desire? Lust?

She finally answered, “I’m doing alright, sir. And you?” She gulped.

Harry smirked. “I’m doing alright as well. So, what seems to be the case?” He looked down and searched through student profile sheets until he found hers. His eyebrows narrowed as he looked at her grade, and then he looked back at her a bit puzzled. “It says here on your profile that you’re quite the smart cookie. An A-... that’s high compared to many of the other students! What could be the issue, love?”

Natasha blushed at his compliment toward her grade. “Thank you so much, sir. But, yes, I do have an issue regarding my last essay.” She placed the papers she brought with her onto the desk and set them neatly in front of him. She then pointed at the circled 63% sitting at the top of the page. “I’m confused about the grade I received. I don’t know what could have made it so poor.”

Harry screwed his eyebrows as he scanned through the pages of her essay. Even without reading in depth, he could tell it was a well-written paper (at least better than a majority of the class). “I understand your concern. All of your research papers so far have been nothing less than a B, so I know you expected so much from this one. Unfortunately, I was not the person who marked your paper, so I technically cannot change your grade for it.”

Harry could see Natasha’s face change from a bright glow to a duller undertone. He felt really sorry for the girl. He really wished he could help her out. But, as he said, there was nothing he technically could do.

“A-Are you sure, Mr. Styles?” She asked with struggle. “I mean, I understand that Mr. Carson was the one who graded it, but surely you could reread it and give your own input?” Harry’s face remained the same. “Maybe you could send your review to the board and have them override Mr. Carson’s since he won’t be attending for the rest of the semester?”

Again, Harry’s face showed no signs of a change in his decision. “I’m really sorry, love.”

Natasha’s eyes started to well up with tears, and Harry noticed. He really did not want to see this beautiful girl cry in front of her. It was devastating. He leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms into a pensive position to think about how he could help her. Then, he smirked as a thought, a rather promiscuous one, popped up in his mind.

“Well, Natasha, you’re a smart girl, right?”

She didn’t know where this random question came from, so she just nodded her head to hear him continue his thoughts.

“I told you that I technically can’t do anything about your grade,” he turned his body around to face Natasha, his knees accidentally brushing against hers as he looked into her eyes, “But, let’s forget about all of the technicalities for a minute, yeah?”

Natasha looked down into her lap as she noticed his eyes trying to meet hers. This man really made her nervous. Was she intimidated by him? Afraid? Aroused? All of the above, maybe? Her thoughts were cut off abruptly as Harry lifted her chin up with his index finger so her eyes could meet his gaze.

“I’m sure we could be a bit more informal now. I mean, after all, that’s what you have been doing this entire lecture,” he gave her a sly grin.

The woman’s face warmed as her head flashed back to her behavior during the lecture. It was truly out of order, but she couldn’t let him know that she was aware of this. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Styles?”

Harry chuckled and leaned his arm against the desk, putting his face in his hand as he observed her body language. “Oh, you mean to tell me that all of that fidgeting and movement you were doing back there in your seat was just that? It was just “fidgeting and movement” ? Or were you trying to gather my attention, Ms. Natasha?”

She could not believe what he was saying. Not only because it was totally out of his code of conduct as a professor, but also because he figured her out completely. Natasha couldn’t help but to close her legs and cross her arms around her chest, covering herself with her cardigan. She wasn’t uncomfortable, just a bit too aroused and did not want Mr. Styles to delve into her body language even deeper.

But Harry noticed this, and placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a light massage. “Oh dear. Are you feeling uncomfortable now?” He ultimately didn’t want her to feel unsafe with him, despite the arousing conversation they were having at the moment. To his surprise yet relief, she shook her head no.

“Well, that’s just great, dear,” he sighed in relief. “Listen, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, so if you decline my following request, I would respect it. Would you like to hear this request, sweet girl?”

She nodded.

“I’ve mentioned the technicalities of the situation. However, if you were to do me some favors, then I will present your paper to the board to have them change your grade.” Harry brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “I want you to make me feel good.”

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat. As Harry moved himself from her ear, he stared into her widened eyes with a little grin. She felt as if she was dreaming.

Harry chuckled and laid back onto his chair, his head landing onto his hands with his arms now raised behind his head in a relaxed position. It was almost as if he was showing that he was open to whatever she wanted to do to him. Like a dog laying its belly up to show its trust to its owner. “Would you like to make me feel good, Natasha?”

Natasha hesitated, of course. Her professor was insinuating for her to have sex with him so that her grade could rise. It was the typical teacher/student trope she would read about in her erotica. It was just too…favorable for her.

And yet, she nodded in response.

Harry stood up from his seat, Natasha’s eyes trailing up his body as he did so. He looked down at her with a smirk on his face and slid his hand through her hair. He simply uttered a “Good girl” from his mouth, but Natasha could have died there and then from those two words.

Harry took his time to undo his pants’ zipper and stared at Natasha while doing so. He pulled his pants down just a bit to reveal a sight Natasha was not prepared for. His briefs sat tightly fitted against his bulge, which looked hard through the thin material. Natasha’s mouth began to salivate out of her control. She absolutely wasn’t prepared for this.

The substitute finally drew his underwear down to meet his pants, and that was the pièce de résistance. His cock shone brightly under the lights of the classroom. The tip had a slight tinge of pink, mimicking the hue of his lips, and was leaking with precum. His shaft was riddled with vessels that were surely pumping with lots of blood by the look of how hard and heavy his cock was. Natasha had never seen anything like it. Not even her previous boyfriends have had dicks as gorgeous and delicious-looking as her substitute professor’s. Harry couldn’t hold back the teeth-baring, obviously egoistic grin that he was trying to hide as he noticed the girl admiring his prick. It boosted his ego whenever his penis, or any part of his body as a matter of fact, was looked at like a prize that his partners had won; their own little trophy that they deserved if they had won Harry’s affection. He put his cock up near her cheek and held it there, imagining what would happen if he put himself far into her mouth. His tip reached the back of her jaw. Perfect.

Harry finally spoke up after a beat of silence. “Now, listen to me carefully. When I put myself in your mouth, I want you to ride my shoe like a good girl. Do you get what I mean?” It could be viewed as a strange request to others, but Harry loved to see his partners look desperate on their knees for him. Riding themselves on his shoe, looking up at him with wide doe-eyes that were stained with tears, their cheeks hinted with blush as they held his cock down their throats. What a sight, indeed.

Meanwhile, Natasha stared up at the man in shock. She had only heard about people doing such things like “riding a shoe” in the erotica she’d read and the movies she watched. To hear someone say it to her out loud in person- no, to hear someone command her to do something like this in person- was something shocking, yet appealing. And she was more than willing to do that at this moment. She nodded her head as Harry stroked her jaw with his thumb.

Harry smiled. “What a good girl.” The tip of his cock, now a darker shade of pink due to its desperation for release, was shoved between the young woman’s lips. Harry winced at the beautiful feeling he had longed for this whole time. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, “What a good girl, indeed.”

Natasha moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his cock being placed into her mouth. The stretch it gave to her mouth was something indescribable. She wanted to feel it even deeper into her throat. The salty taste of the man’s precum was purely divine to her. She couldn’t wait to experience the flavor of his semen. Her tongue moved to the underside of his cock, and she could feel every vein and vessel, every tissue of his skin, every inch of his manhood. It was something she had experienced before in previous relationships, but it was never this good. Mr. Styles was just something else.

Remembering his orders, the young woman managed to spread her legs and place her cunt onto his shoe. Although still covered with her panties, the sensation still sent shockwaves through her spine. Natasha started to make small, slow rotary motions on the top of Harry’s shoe, which caused her to let out little, muffled moans from her cock-filled mouth.

The feeling of Natasha’s moans around his tip caused Harry to buck his hips forward in pleasure. Natasha gagged a bit as his cock touched her uvula, but the feeling didn’t last long as Harry pulled back as soon as he heard her cough. “Your lips feel so plush around me, love. Sorry for that,” he apologized while giving her lips some taps with his cock. Even that felt good for Harry. But then he continued, “But I’m sure you liked that, huh? You liked feeling my cock go so far back your throat, yeah?” Natasha nodded and her mouth seemed to salivate even more at the mere thought of his cock going deeper. He put himself right back into her mouth and angled his abdomen in a way where he could go as far back as he could, but right before her uvula so she wouldn’t gag prematurely. He wanted her to feel every thrust so that she could gag around him at the perfect moments.

Harry started to thrust in a bit slower than he preferred, but he wanted to get the girl used to his movements before he went wild. He could feel his tip glide against her uvula as he hit the back of the throat near her epiglottis, which spasmed at the touch and made her gag. He noticed Natasha’s eyes and mouth start to water as she held her mouth open for him. Her pussy was still riding against his shoe, and he decided to fuck with her a bit to make the situation more… thrilling.

Natasha could feel as Harry’s shoe started to rub up and down against her pussy. He was tapping his foot as if he was listening to one of his favorite songs. And he pretty much was- the song of cunnilingus sung by a pretty girl submitting beneath him is what motivated him. Natasha started to moan a bit more heavily as he continued the motions of both his foot and his cock. She stared at him as the man thrusted into her mouth with more vigor, the tip of his cock constantly hitting against her epiglottis, causing her to gag each time. She was in pure bliss.

Harry’s moans started to get louder as well, turning almost animalistic. He huffed as he felt the back of her throat spasm around his cock. “Yes, princess,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of Natasha’s head and pressed himself down so far back into her esophagus. He was curious how she would feel if she took all of him. Natasha’s nose managed to touch his pubic hair with how far he had gone. Her mouth started to drool with more saliva as she tried to maintain herself around his cock. Harry could feel her choke around him, but he didn’t care. He started to thrust himself into her mouth at this angle, and it felt absolutely heavenly. Her mouth was like a vice to him, and the squelching sounds emitting from her gagging throat were literal music to his ears.

He continued his thrusts for about a minute or so before Natasha started to slap her hand on his thigh for him to stop. Harry obliged, not wanting to suffocate her, and released her from his grasp.

Once he pulled her off of him, Harry noticed her hips atop his shoe- they weren’t moving. He gave her a light slap across her face and grabbed her jaw to look up at him. “Did I tell you to fuckin’ stop riding me?” Natasha managed to look at him through teary eyes. “N-no,” was all she could answer.

Harry lifted his eyebrows in a mocking way, almost as if to say, “Well, what do you think you should do?”, and Natasha immediately picked up on it. She started to move her pussy on his foot again, this time with more intensity. She moaned and kept her eyes on him, which he loved.

“Yeah, there you go, bunny. Ride my shoe like a fuckin’ slut.” He stared down into her doe-eyes which were tinged with tears from her previous gagging session. “Feels good, yeah?’ Natasha could only moan in response as she continued dragging her cunt against his shoe.

“Well, you look fuckin’ pathetic,” he spat. In normal situations, this would have made Natasha try to run away from him. Being called “pathetic” and a “fuckin’ slut” was humiliating, but she liked it. She liked hearing those degrading words come from her substitute professor’s mouth. Oh, the woman was so far gone.

After a few more rotations of her hips on top of his shoe, Harry patted her head. “Alright, bunny, off. I’m sure that got you wet enough, right?” She nodded. “Good girl.” Harry helped her up with a bit of a tight grip to her forearm. It was unintentional; he would never want to hurt her, but he was growing more aroused by every second that passed. He could only hold off an orgasm for a little longer, and he didn’t want to cum without feeling the beautiful girl in front of him wrapped around his cock first. ‘ Harry leaned Natasha against his desk rather abruptly, causing the content sitting atop of the surface to shuffle and even fall with the impact. Natasha’s breasts and the side of her face were placed onto the cold surface of the wooden desk, and her ass was held up by her two feet planted onto the ground to make herself more comfortable in this position. She loved doggystyle, but never did it on top of a table.

Harry stood behind her, his hands gripping her hips with a force tight enough to make indented marks in her skin. “Make sure you stay quiet f’me, alright bunny?” Natasha nodded with a quickness, her anticipation for feeling his cock inside of her clouding her mind.

Harry finally brought his cock into her cunt, making the two of them wince at the feeling. The stretch that his girth gave her walls was delicious. It felt as if he was ripping her in two, but she absolutely loved it. “Thank you, professor,” she moaned as he went further into her vagina. Harry grinned. “Well, you’re a polite thing, aren’t you?,” He asked as he began his thrusts slowly. “Saying thank you without me telling you to. What a good girl.” Natasha moaned at the praise and it was music to Harry’s ears. And he wanted that song to continue playing. So, he continued his thrusts, speeding up a bit as he felt her walls get used to his length.

At one moment, Harry hit a particularly deep spot that made Natasha let out the loudest moan (or loudest sound generally) that she ever let out in her life. It was so pornographic, so disgusting, but something Harry didn’t want to risk his career for.

Harry quickly covered her mouth with his palm and brought his other hand to pull at her hair, making her body lift from the table and hit his own. Her head hit his shoulder, which allowed his lips to travel to her ear, and he questioned, “You want your grade to go up, don’t you?” Natasha strained her neck as she tried to look into his eyes and nodded, a soft whimper escaping her lips. “Well, keep it fuckin’ quiet so no one walks in here and catches us, whore,” he spat at her, still thrusting into her pussy while pulling her hair back with more force.

After a couple more thrusts, Harry then brought the hand pulling her hair right down to her pussy, trying to find its way to her pretty little clit. Once he recognized the feeling, his index and middle finger began to rub themselves on her clitoris at a good-enough pace to prolong the process of orgasm, but not to make it come quickly. The hand that covered her mouth to hush her made its way down to her throat and gave her a tight squeeze that constricted her blood vessels, giving her the sensation of him choking her. Harry tilted her head up against his chest and he took a look down at Natasha’s face. “Oh, you’re enjoying this,” he teased Natasha, and she responded with a strained and quiet, “yes”. He straightened her head to allow himself to put his lips against the helix of her ear, nipping and licking against the skin as his thrusts got deeper with faster strokes.

His lips, still against her ear nipping and licking, stopped to utter a statement. “Look at you, a little braindead slut. This dick’s too fucking good for you, huh? It’s all you’ve ever wanted, right?” He paused to bring his hand that was choking her neck down to her left breast, and his fingers entwined with her nipple to play with it, bringing a whole new sensation for the girl against him. “You’re such a whore that you were willing to fuck your substitute teacher for a better grade.” He took a quick pause with his words to lick against her earlobe for a quick second, his tongue missing the flavor of her warm skin. Then Harry continued, “You’re a smart girl- a very, very smart girl, bunny. Your grades speak for themselves.” His fingers continued to play with her nipple and her clit, his thrusts only increasing in pace. “But what you’re doing right now- your body melting away at your professor's touch on his desk- now, that’s a bit stupid, isn’t it, love?” His fingers continued to tug at her nipple, and all Natasha could do was let out a needy whimper. “Risking your academic life- your career- just for some cock?” Another whimper.

As Harry continued his rough thrusts into her increasingly sopping pussy, Natasha drooled. It was like her entire body lost itself and gave Harry all of the control. He could touch her, move her anywhere, and play with her any way he wished, and she would have obliged. Her brain seemed to be void of any thought, only awaiting for more commands and words of defamation given by her substitute professor. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

The man halted his hips for a moment and grabbed onto Natasha’s thighs, managing to lift her up with her legs spread and pussy still wrapped around his cock. Natasha let out a gasp and a moan, but covered her own mouth as she realized how loud she was. Harry started to lift her up and down on his cock, which gave Natasha a new sensation she had never felt before. She could feel this man’s cock so deep inside of her, like it was constantly poking the lower portion of her belly and she couldn’t help but moan into her hand.

Harry kissed her neck and continued to bless Natasha with deep, yet long strokes of himself. This was one of his favorite positions, and hearing this beautiful woman, his literal student, struggle to moan while receiving him made him feel like the best man on Earth. He hummed into her shoulder as he continued to slowly lift her up and down for a few more strokes.

Wanting to see her face after realizing they’ve only been in positions where he could only view the back of her neck, he lifted her up as high as he could and turned her around to face him. Bringing her down to face level, he noticed her eyes welled with tears, both dry (from her deepthroating him) and wet (from their actual intercourse), and saw drool dripping from her mouth, sliding down her chin and dropping onto her gorgeous chest. Her makeup was messy and runny, and her hair was disheveled. Harry wished he could snap a photo of her. “Oh, pretty girl, you’re stunning. Have to make you cum now. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He was insistent on making her orgasm, not only to see her face, but also because he was in a rush and did not want anyone to notice their little session.

Harry lowered Natasha back onto his dick with ease; it was wet enough with all of the cream that her cunt was pouring onto him previously. Natasha immediately clenched around him as she felt him enter her. He lifted her up again, removing himself from her and watched as her face contorted and her pussy clenched around nothing. “Professor, please,” she whimpered. She knew he was getting a kick out of watching her beg. He repeated the motion a couple more times though, only putting himself inside halfway then lifting her back up off of him, just to tease her and watch her struggle. “Professor, please, please, please!” She whined out.

Harry let out a laugh and finally brought the girl back down, really, really deep this time. He started to fuck into her wet cunt, and the noises in the room reminded him of a porno. Her cunt clamped around his cock so hard as his pelvis banged against her entire vulva. He knew her clit was enjoying the impact of his pubic bone as he saw her face contort in ways that only made him fuck her harder.

As Natasha neared her orgasm, she tightened her entire body around her professor even more. Her arms and hands dug into his back and shoulders, but Harry didn’t mind. Harry nudged at her nose with his own with the intention of her looking into his eyes. She obliged and her pupils met his own.”You’re doing so well for me, honey,” he stated, his thrusts still going at a fast pace. Natasha whined and gave him a quick, yet sloppy kiss. Her cunt tightened. “My belly..,” she whined into his ear as her chin rested against his shoulder. Harry cooed into her ear, “Your belly? You feel me in your belly?” He could feel the girl nod against his shoulder. “Yeah, you feel warm? Gonna cum for me, love? You’re creaming all over my cock.” She nodded again and gave him a cute “Mhm,” before Harry went even harder, not even caring about how loud their skin was slapping anymore; he wanted this girl to spill all around him, more than the cream she was already creating on his shaft, and he wanted to watch how her body reacted to an orgasm.

And that is exactly what happened.

Her orgasm finally came, and he slowed his thrusts to help her through it and to watch her unravel around him. Her body became limp in his hold as her cunt spasmed around him, and her face was screwed in such a pleasurable way that showed how relieving her release was. Her toes were curled and her clit was visibly throbbing from the impact it was receiving. Harry was lucky to see this happen in front of his own eyes.

The spasms of her walls milked Harry of his own orgasm. He stopped his thrusts and spurted all of his semen into her, and Natasha could see the veins of his cock throb as he spilled into her. The feeling of his cum painting her from the inside was amazing, and she wished he could just stay inside her for the rest of the afternoon. But, Harry finally pulled out of her, and his cream-covered length went limp. He placed her onto the desk carefully, making her sit down and spread her legs wide in front of him.

Both Harry and Natasha watched as the mixture of their orgasms dripped out of Natasha’s hole, which was as wide as Harry’s girth. He managed to gape her because of how strong the impact his cock had on her pussy, and it was such a gorgeous sight to him whenever he could achieve it with his partners. Natasha pushed some cum out as well, and her tightening cunt made a little squelching noise that one could only hear in the most disgusting of porn films. Harry slid his finger against her gaping hole and picked up some of their mixture onto the tip. He sucked his finger into his mouth and swirled the cum inside, mixing it with his saliva.

Harry brought his mouth above Natasha’s and opened up her own with his thumb. He spilled his saliva and cum mixture into hers. “One final request,” he murmured into her lips. Natasha stared into her professor’s eyes as she swallowed what Harry gave her, and as she finished she opened her mouth. Harry smiled and stated, “Say aah. Wanna know if you swallowed it all.” Natasha fulfilled his request and gave him an “aah” as if she had just drank the best drink of her life.

As Natasha got off of the table, she looked up at the corner of the room and let out a gasp. “Um, Professor?” She pointed at the camera facing directly at the teacher’s desk where they had been fucking. “Well, I hope they had a jolly good show. I know I have.” Harry let out a belly-laugh, to which Natasha followed with a laugh of her own after a bit of hesitation.

“So… what about my grade?” Harry looked at her and gave her a smirk. But it was not like the cheeky ones before, it was much more sinister. “Your grade?” He laughed again. “Oh, sweetheart, you really aren’t the brightest light, huh?” Natasha tilted her head to the side quizzically. “Wh-what do you mean?,” she asked him with a scared undertone. Harry picked up Natasha’s bag for her and held it out to her. “Did you genuinely expect me to change anything, love?” Natasha stood there in shock and silence.

“Jeez, I’m only kidding, gorgeous! Looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” Harry said with a bright smile as he helped Natasha put her bag on her back. When he finished, he slapped her ass. “Your grade will be just fine. You did me a favor, now I can help you. Now, get on out of here. Don’t want anyone to see you look this fucked out.”

Natasha giggled and made her way out of Mr. Styles’s room with a pep to her step. As she turned down the hallway to the point he couldn’t see her, Harry locked his door and sat back at the desk, putting the contents of the desk he just bent his student over right back into their proper places. He chuckled to himself, “That girl is not getting her grade fixed.”

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Congratulations, Rockstar

Harry and his missus Latoya attend a Brits afterparty. But, Harry gets a little too drunk and Latoya pays the price.

Warnings: SMUT, hot grinding session, spanking, hair pulling, spitting, inebriation & drinking, choking, public sex

“CHEEEERS!”, Harry yelled as he clinked his glass with everyone at the table. Latoya, his girlfriend, watched as he downed another glass of tequila alongside his friends. Although she did drink, she didn’t want to get completely wasted; someone had to be the responsible one here.

She and Harry were at the Brits’ afterparty, along with some of their friends to congratulate Harry on his big win. 4 awards won out of 4 nominations?! Everyone was more than proud of H, especially Latoya.

But she knew how Harry was at the Brits- an absolute mess. He would take two shots of any drink they offered even before the first award would be announced. He had the most fun at that award show more than any other one. The environment was familiar with like-minded people, so he always felt like he could get loose there. It was endearing to Latoya, albeit a LOT of work to take care of since he would be absolutely needy once they got home, as well as during his hangover the next morning.

Harry was also really touchy-feely when drunk. Over the years, he used to hug, hold, embrace, and even kiss everyone around him whenever he was drunk. But when he started to date Latoya, he transferred all of those drunken embraces onto her. She didn’t mind, she was used to it, and honestly acted similarly whenever she was high.

Latoya watched her man and everyone else around the table chat about the most random topics in their drunken states. She would hop in on the conversation whenever she wanted, but this was Harry’s night and she didn’t want to intrude on the time he was spending with his friends & his peers in the music industry.

Suddenly, a slow Afrobeats song started to play, and all of the couples and affectionate friends started to dance together, some even grinding against each other. The atmosphere was definitely different now.

And Harry want to join in.

He paused mid-conversation and got up from his chair to tap onto Latoya’s shoulder, and she followed right behind him to the dancefloor.

Harry grabbed Latoya by the waist from behind and started to dance with her, not yet putting his body against hers. He wanted to feel her energy before he made the next move.

Latoya jumped a bit at the feeling of his hands holding her hips, but quickly calmed at the reassuring squeeze he gave her. She rested her head between his neck and his shoulder, his cologne becoming more prominent to her senses with the closeness.

They moved in rhythm to the beat. Harry inched closer to her, his body now caressing hers. He could feel everything in that moment: the sequins of her little black dress, the warmth of her skin, the love they shared. He was intoxicated by the scent of her perfume, a warm vanilla with a hint of spice, and he loved how it synchronized with the scent of his own tobacco vanilla cologne.

Latoya loved this feeling. Being embraced by the one she loved. She was a really shy person, and in normal circumstances she would have probably felt shy to dance with him in public. But tonight she tried to put that in the back of her mind. She was proud of her man and wanted to be with him, no matter who was watching. It was her own sort of congratulatory gesture in a way.

Suddenly, she started to feel all of him. His crotch was getting stiff against her ass as he continued to grind against her.

“Okay, baby, you’re doing too much now...” Her voice trembled a bit, not out of fear of him and his actions, but out of the possibility of their heated grinding session being caught by wandering eyes. Despite hearing her, Harry inched closer, his lips now inches away from the underside of her ear. Latoya whispered, “Not in front of all of these people, hon’.”

He chuckled, but obeyed her words by ceasing contact with her, making it minimal. But that couldn’t stop the bulge in his pants from getting bigger. And it couldn’t stop his temptations from growing hungrier.

Latoya’s desires were increasing as well which Harry could tell by her slow exhales and the way her body moved to the music.

Harry had a plan with how to satisfy their needs. He tugged on her arm and looked into her eyes, quickly glancing over to the bathroom with a slight smirk on his face. Latoya knew this was code for “We’re doing it in the bathroom,” to which she obliged by following him into there.

After making sure to lock the bathroom door behind him, Harry quickly started their rendezvous with lifting his mistress onto the sink, their lips enjoying a heated embrace. Latoya wrapped her arms around his neck as Harry continued to wander his hands on every part of her body- her neck, her breasts, her waist, back to her breasts, and anywhere else he could touch her beautiful self and listen to her soft moans in response.

Latoya then looked into her husband’s eyes, which depicted a darkness to them, a darkness that showed only his lust and desire for more than just a quick fondle of her body. As Harry looked in her eyes, he noticed the same thing and reacted by lifting her dress up to her hips.

“No panties?” Harry inquired with a furrowed eyebrow and a smirk. He was slightly shocked at her. Latoya wasn’t really this bold with her sexual advances outside of the comfort of their home- that was more of his thing. But, this change in her behavior for the night only elevated his temptation for her.

She looked down and blushed as he responded, “I wanted to be more comfortable. You know how I am at these events.”

But, he knew she was lying as she bit her lip. “You’re such a minx, Toya. You & I both know why you didn’t wear anything tonight. You wanted us to have this moment, didn’t you?” She only chuckled as Harry started to ravenously kiss her neck until he put his lips to her ear, “You wanted us to fuck at this party, huh pretty girl?” She couldn’t help but nod.

“Yeah? That’s what you want, sweet thing?” Harry used one of his hands to crane Latoya’s neck to look down at his other hand cupping her cunt. He slipped two of his fingers in between her labia and started to rub her clit. Once he noticed her face twisting in pleasure, he focused his fingers inside of her and continued his the movements of his thumb on her clit at a much faster pace. He loved to please his girl.

Latoya leaned back against the mirror at the sink. This was what I needed tonight, she said in the back of her mind. Her anxiety was through the roof all night, as it always was at events like these. She was still kind of shy when it came to the “rockstar wife” lifestyle, and it always made her nervous whenever she was out with Harry; you never knew who was watching with their cameras out. She would usually calm down with a couple of drinks or a long smoke session back at the house after the events. But never was her anxiety satiated like this- in a public bathroom down the hall of an afterparty, with her husband’s hands going to town at her pussy.

Her soft breaths quickly turned to little whimpers, and little whimpers turned to moans as Harry continued his motions on her cunt. His gaze settled onto her pleasure-filled face which was very satisfying, but not enough. He needed more. He need to feel her. Wanted to feel her warm, wet cunt wrap around his cock and drain him. He needed to fuck her.

He released his hand from her pussy and lifted her from the sink. Her feet dropped onto the floor a bit weakly, but with enough strength to endure the rest of pleasure Harry had to offer tonight.

“Alright, pretty, time for the main course,” Harry teased, still in an obvious drunken haze which made Latoya kiss her teeth and roll her eyes at his language. He turned her around and let her ass face the tent in his trousers. Latoya wiggled her hips and bounced herself on his groin impatiently as Harry was undoing his pants. Harry slapped her ass and squeezed it in response. “Fuck off,” he spat playfully while aiming his tip at her entrance.

The anticipation was too much and Latoya couldn’t take it any longer, so she fucked back onto his length, the initial stretch causing her to moan a bit too loud for Harry’s liking. He covered her mouth with his palm atop her lips, and being a bit rebellious, Latoya licked his skin and nipped at it, causing Harry to thrust into her deeper.

Latoya moaned into her husband’s hand as she felt every inch of his cock dig into her core. Her anxiety wasn’t even a factor anymore. Her husband and both of their potential orgasms were the only three things that mattered. She didn’t take one sip of heavy alcohol tonight, but she still managed to get drunk by her husband’s cock.

Harry was in absolute bliss. The warmth of her cunt and the tug it had on his dick always led him into euphoria. It was like the deeper and harder his cock went inside of her, he always seemed to discover new parts of her that made her react in more devilish, lustful ways. And tonight in his drunken state, it was absolutely amazing times two.

Harry gripped onto her hair and tugged it with his left hand while sliding his right hand down to her neck, applying little pressure to her jugular veins. Latoya gasped as Harry sped and amp up the pressure of his thrusts along with his large hand now choking her throat. She looked up to the ceiling as she felt him get deeper, hitting spots inside of her that maximized the pleasure she was experiencing.

“Oh, honey, you’re doing so well for me on my night. You know that?” He leaned over her a bit to whisper in her ear, not holding back his thrusts. It intensified the moment- made everything more intimate and slightly more raunchy as Latoya remembered where they were, causing her cunt to squeeze around him and make him moan.

If one were to listen to what was happening in the bathroom from the outside, all they would hear is sex. Slightly sweaty skin slapping at each other, loud sopping noises erupting as Harry’s cock plowed his wife’s creaming pussy, grunts and moans intertwining with each other to create a melody of ecstasy. That would win a Brit award by itself. Song of the year, to be honest.

As they were both reaching their highs, Harry craned Latoya’s neck to make her look up at him. He towered over her and watched her glazed eyes try to stare back into his. “Open your mouth for me, love,” he ordered. Latoya opened her mouth automatically at her husband’s command, and Harry spat down her throat. He loved getting more nasty with her the more he felt her cunt cream and tug around him, hinting at her nearing climax. “I know you’re close, Toya, swallow f’me.”

Latoya obliged and with his hand still choking her, Harry felt her take his saliva down her throat. It was a dirty sight, which caused Harry’s high to come early. “Toya, fuck, I’m so close,” He managed to get out with a slight strain in his voice. He wanted to hold on for a little longer- he wanted his beautiful wife to cum first as he usually let her. But tonight, it was just all too much.

“Honey, please, please, please, fuck-” Harry grunted, and his thrusts started to get sloppier as he climaxed. His cum spilled inside of her as he continued to fuck her, and the ring already formed around his cock from Latoya’s creamy cunt got thicker and more opague as his own cum mixed with hers. The cum dripped down onto his balls as he continued to thrust, and his thrusts made his balls hit Latoya’s clit at a delicious velocity.

With all of that pleasure, from feeling his balls slap against her clit to the feeling of her cunt swallowing his cum, Latoya came maybe a millisecond after her husband. Her cunt squeezed Harry’s dick the most it could as she wrung herself out with pleasure, which caused Harry’s thrusts to slow to a halt. “There we go, honey. It’s alright. Let go for me, pretty girl. I’m right here, angel,” Harry whispered into his wife’s ear as her climax continued.

They both loved this moment. It was probably their favorite part of sex: Harry balls deep inside of his wife, chanting words of solace and comfort, as she was cumming after a hot session of lust. After a couple more seconds, Harry pulled out and gave Latoya’s ass one last smack. He grabbed some pieces of toilet paper from one of the stalls and used them to clean him and his wife up.

Latoya was weak. Her legs were still a bit wobbly and her spine was still recovering from all of the pleasure that was traveling up from her cunt to her head. Harry turned her around after wiping her up and gave her a small, yet comforting kiss on her lips. “You alright, honey?” He asked.

She looked up at him, still in a bit of a daze and smiled. “What do you think, sweetie?”

Harry chuckled and helped her fix up her dress and hair. “I think you’re more than alright.”

Latoya nodded and kissed him again. “I’m so proud of you, my love. 4 out of 4!” She punched his arm playfully, congratulating him of the awards he won earlier.

“...4 out of 4 as in the rating of the sex or..?” Harry looked at her with a sincerely confused look.

Oh yeah, he was drunk. “You’re so annoying,” Latoya smirked as she held his hand. They walked out of the bathroom, both of them trying to keep their composure as to not raise suspicious of their escapade.

But, of course, the group of friends at the table knew went on, and Harry knew they would bring it up in the next weeks to come just to tease him.

That’s just the life of an award-winning rockstar.

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Secrets We Keep

A story in which Harry is having daddy-son time with his two sons while his husband is away, and the neighbor (black, she/her) comes over to drop off a package.

SMUT; Kinks include: deepthroating, skullfucking, hair pulling, trying to keep quiet while the kids are asleep in another room idk what that’s called

Harry and his wonderful set of twins Marcus and Timothy were at home binge-watching Disney movies all day. His husband Daniel was away for the weekend on a business trip, so Harry took the opportunity to make this weekend all about spending time with their sons.

Harry and Daniel were together for about 4 years now. They started off as work buddies. Daniel was a director for a music video Harry was shooting for his upcoming album, and Harry was mesmerized by his work. They started talking about their admiration for each other’s work and the relationship grew closer and deeper from there. They went on many dates, attended many events together, and Harry didn’t even have an issue with the relationship being known to the public to the point where they got married. They were just so in love.

So in love, that they adopted a set of twins together 2 years ago. Marcus and Timothy were the cutest little boys. Now both 6 years old, they were the cutest little pumpkins in the patch, as Harry loved to refer to them as.

But, something went wrong in the last year between the husbands, and Harry didn’t know what it was. It could be the fact that Daniel was a lot more busy these days as he’s just expanded his business to not only direct music videos, but now also full-length films. It could be the fact that Daniel always seems to have an excuse as to why he can’t spend some daddy-children time with the kids. It could be the fact that Daniel seemed not only more physically distant but also emotionally distant from Harry and the boys. Worst of all, it could be because they fell out of love with each other. It could be any of these.

Or, maybe it was all in Harry’s head.

But, Harry brushed all of those wandering thoughts from his head and continued to watch finish this last movie with his boys. At least he tried to. He just could not stop thinking about his relationship with Daniel.

As the credits started to roll, Harry noticed to boys still hyper and ready for a new movie to play. But, it was late at night and way past the boys’ bedtime. “Boys, it’s time for bed. We can’t watch any more movies,” he said sternly.

The boys were furious. “Daddy, one more movie please!” Marcus protested. Timothy started to hop up and down vigorously, showing his father on energetic he still was.

Harry was NOT having it. “Boys, I said it’s time for bed! You know what happens to naughty boys who don’t go to bed on time.” Daniel made up a lie to them when he adopted them that kids who don’t go to bed on time are more likely to get eaten by the boogieman. Harry hated that he had to lie to the kids, but he did want them to go to bed, and that always made them go to sleep.

However, tonight it just wasn’t working. The boys shook their heads and Timothy said, “You KNOW that’s a lie, Papa!”

With the mix of Harry’s stress over his seemingly dying relationship with his husband as well as his sons’ new shows of disobedience, Harry couldn’t take it anymore and did something he rarely every did: He shouted.

“GO. TO. BED. NOW!” He was absolutely fuming.

But the boys just shrugged and continued to run around the house. They were ignoring him, testing his patience.

And then the doorbell rang. Who could be at my house this fucking late? Harry thought.

When he opened the door, he saw a woman with dark curls and big brown doe eyes. It was his neighbor Naya. She wore a cute little cropped sweater with the print of a corgi on it, and some tight-fitted yoga pants that showed off her curves (of which she had many, he might add).

She was beautiful- no, NO! She wasn’t beautiful. I mean, she was, but Harry shouldn’t be thinking about that. He has two amazing children that he shares with his wonderful, fantastic husband. His husband who isn’t home and barely shows him any love or affection these days, but still is wonderful and fantastic.

“Hey, Mr. Styles! I hope I’m not being disruptive,” Naya said, disrupting Harry’s inappropriate train of thoughts.

Harry smiled. “Good evening, Naya. No, no! You’re not being disruptive. I was just putting the boys to bed,” he replied with a slightly annoyed tone. Harry hoped she didn’t pick up on it.

But, Naya did, and in response gave him a sympathetic look on her face. “Well, I’m still sorry for coming so late, anyway. It’s just that the mailman dropped off my packages today, but while opening them, I noticed one of them was addressed to you. I just wanted to give it to you now before I forget. Sorry.”

Harry picked up the box from her hands- which were so smooth- and place it on the counter by him. “Ah, I was expecting this today. I ordered a new razor and the website said it would arrive today, so thank you, dear!” He looked down at the woman and gave her a pleasant smile.

Then, Naya shifted her gaze toward the two rowdy children behind Harry who seemed to be in their own little world. “You were tryin’ to put those kids to bed? ‘Cause it sure doesn’t look like they’re ready.”

Harry looked at the boys and sighed as reality kicked in. He facepalmed. “Yeah, Marcus and Timothy. We were having a Disney movie marathon today. They’re young boys, so they hate bedtime. To be fair, I was like that too when I was younger.”

Naya chuckled and gave Harry a sly grin. “I think I could try. Could I, Mr. Styles?”

Harry raised an eyebrow. As a somewhat overprotective father, he was usually hesitant to let people who were strangers to his kids interact with them. But, he was so stressed that he’s had enough of the boys for the night. He allowed her to come into his home and said, “Go on, then. I’d like to see you try.”

The short woman strolled over to the boys and cleared her throat. “Ahem!” The two boys paused their movements to look up at Naya.

“Hello, boys! My name is Naya! I’m your neighbor. It’s a pleasure to meet y’all!” She gave them a bright, big smile.

Marcus and Timothy continued staring. “Boys, say hello to Ms. Naya. Don’t be rude,” Harry interjected. The boys gave her a quiet hello in unison.

“I heard you boys were having a movie day all day. But, I heard too many movies could rot your brain. You do know that, right?” Naya hid her smirk.

The boys looked at each other and then looked back up at the woman. Marcus was the first to speak. “Really? That doesn’t sound good.” Timothy added, “Yeah, I don’t want my brain to go bad.”

Naya smiled and said, “Well, if you don’t go to bed right now, it might start to go bad. Here, why don’t I put you boys to bed. Is that alright?”

Harry couldn’t believe it. She really did it. She tamed those beasts. He watched as Naya took them to their bedroom, watched how her hips swayed with every step.

“Say goodnight to your pop before we head inside!” Naya said.

“Goodnight, daddy!” Marcus and Timothy said simultaneously. And then they both went into their room. Naya then watched them hop into bed, and she tucked them in. “Goodnight, boys.” She walked out the room and shut the door behind her.

Naya walked back towards Harry who was stood in the hallway, still amazed and in awe of Naya’s ability to tame the boys. “How did you-”

Naya shrugged. “My motherly aura I think. I am a Cancer after all.” She smiled.

Harry laughed and smiled. “Thank you so much. Seriously, you’re a godsend. I usually can get the boys to sleep, but my brain’s just been so fried and I guess I just couldn’t really put my foot down.”

“Was it all of those Disney movies. Yeah, they can do that to you,” Naya explained.

Harry shook his head. “No, I just-” He couldn’t tell her of his failing marriage. That would make him look like a fool. And what if she told Daniel somehow. No, he couldn’t know about how Harry truly felt. So, he continued, “I’ve just been really stressed these days with work and the kids and all. Thank you for your concern.” He really was thankful.

“Oh no,” she started. “Well, you don’t have to be stressed for the rest of the night now that the kids are asleep.” Naya paused and scanned the man in front of her. She could tell he was still not 100%. “Would you like me to stay the night? Even if it’s not for the rest of the night, maybe I could keep you company for a bit until your mind is right. Only if that’s alright with you.”

Harry’s face brightened up. “Y’know what, that’s a good offer. But, you know you don’t have to. I’m a grown man, I’ll be alright.”

Naya placed her hand on his shoulder. “No, no I insist. Maybe hanging out with someone and distracting yourself could help you feel better.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I guess. So, sure. You can stay.”

Naya got giddy. “You won’t regret it, I swear.”

*****

So, the two spent an hour or so sitting on the couch, drinking some wine, chatting about their jobs and lives, and just making the most of the night. But then, things started to heat up a bit. They started to get all touchy-feely, not really caring about boundaries that much, just getting drunk and being free.

That’s when Naya placed her hand on his thigh. “Harry, I can tell you’re still a bit stressed.” She started rubbing her hand up and down his thigh, staring into his eyes. “Is there anything I could do to help? To relieve it somehow?”

Harry placed his hand onto hers. He really wanted to move it off of him, he really did, but he couldn’t. He just needed to be relieved around now. So, he kept his hand there, and entangled his fingers around hers, now holding her hand.

She got up from the couch and kneeled in front of Harry’s open legs. “Because I do know one good way stress can be relieved.”

Harry couldn’t believe it. His neighbor was offering to give him a blowjob while his kids were asleep in the room down the hall.

And he wasn’t declining.

“Oh yeah? What could relieve it, Doctor?” He knew.

Naya reached up to the top of his pants and started to pull them down. She continued to stare up at him in case his face started to seem uncomfortable.

But Harry was far from uncomfortable and even helped her pull his pants down. Naya was starstruck. The print of his dick was outlined in his briefs. The man was girthier than she expected.

She placed her hand underneath his briefs and pulled out his length, which was just dripping with precum. “My mouth could help,” she stated bluntly and then placed her lips around the tip, her tongue swirling around the hole licking all of the precum.

Harry winced at the contact. He hadn’t received head in so long. His husband was always “too busy” or “not in the mood”, so Harry was a bit needy. He placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her up and down his dick as she gave him the best sucking of his life. “Fuck, Naya.”

Naya looked up at him with her big doe eyes. “Naya, fuck, your eyes- if you keep looking at me like that, I might cum quick.”

But, that’s what Naya wanted. She wanted to please him and make him feel the best he’s ever felt. Then, she felt his grip on her hair tighten.

Harry needed her so bad. He released all of his inhibitions and just went wild. He started to push her head harder and closer to his pubis. He needed her to please him. He needed to release.

Naya started to make the most disgusting yet pleasurable sounds as her throat wrapped around Harry’s whole dick. Deepthroating was so pleasing to her, maybe more pleasurable than actual sex. So she kept letting Harry push her head down until she gagged.

He was in ecstasy, staring up into the ceiling with a pretty girl throating and gagging around his cock. Then, as it started to get more intense and quick, Naya started to get louder with her gags. Harry pulled her off his dick by her hair and grabbed her jaw. “You better hush before the boys wake up. You don’t want them seeing their nice neighbor sucking the life out of their dad’s dick, do ya?” Naya shook her head. “Good, good girl.”

Harry then stood up and picked her up back onto her feet by her hair. He let go, turned her around, and started to lift her sweater up to take if off. He gripped her breasts with his hands and started to massage them. He nipped at her ear and whispered, “Is this what you wanted all along?”

He let go of her breasts and pushed her onto the couch gently, trying not to make too much noise. He slapped her ass and then gripped onto the hem of her yoga pants, sliding them off. “Fuck,” he exclaimed as he saw her bare ass in front of him. “No panties? Oh, yeah, you did plan this, didn’t you?” He slapped her ass again and gripped it, jiggling it a bit. He was in awe of the way it moved. “You’re so fucking sexy, Naya, y’know that?”

Naya groaned in pleasure. She truly didn’t know what to say. She just wanted him to fuck her. So, she said it bluntly. “Fuck me, Harry, please.”

Harry grinned and grabbed his dick rubbing it a bit as his other hand spread her ass open, her pussy exposing itself for him. She was so wet and needy for him. Harry rubbed his tip around her labia, teasing her a bit.

“Fuck, Mr. Styles, just fuck me already!” She whispered a bit too loudly.

Harry then thrusted his dick inside of her and instantly slapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. He leaned down, resting his chest onto her back and placing his mouth by her ear to whisper into it. “Did I not just say to shut the fuck up, you little brat? I have children sound asleep right now.” He continued to thrust into her with a quick pace, his body up against hers trying not to make the impact sound too loud.

“Unless you want them to come out here and watch? In which case, I don’t think that’s appropriate Ms. Naya. Children shouldn’t watch their father fuck their neighbor. No?” Naya shook her head unable to speak as Harry’s hand was still covering her mouth.

He continued to thrust, picking up the speed as his climax was approaching. He continued to whisper dirty things in her ear as he used his other hand that wasn’t on her mouth to rub her clit. She clenched around him. “Yeah, you love that shit, don’t you, princess? You love daddy dick just balls deep inside you, huh?” He fastened his fingers’ pace.

Naya nodded and moaned, her moans being muffled by Harry’s hand. She then started to clench even more as she neared her climax.

“Aw, you’re close baby? Daddy fucked you real good, right? He fucked you real good even with the kids asleep in the other room?” Naya couldn’t take it anymore and clenched around him as she started to cum. She moaned, thank God they were muffled.

Harry let out a couple more thrusts and then pulled out of her as he felt his fluids start to come out. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it, watching his cum fly onto her lower back and ass. He cursed as he let out the last few drops. He rubbed his cum onto her ass as if it was lotion, trying to erase its trace.

Naya turned around and sat up, looking at him. She grabbed his jaw and started to make out with him. Their kisses were passionate and heated, and Harry started to get hard again. “I think you can stay the night Naya.” His husband wasn’t coming home tonight anyway.

What a stress reliever, Harry thought.

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