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A Good Boy | 1. Surrender

Summary: Harry's got the hots for his young stepmom and she's pretty fond of him too. But they're both trying really hard to be good. Loosely based on this ask.

A/N: This is stepmom!reader x virgin stepson!harry. There is a 7 year age gap and Harry met her at the age of 19. He is 21 in this story.

Word count: 21.4k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, inappropriate relationship between a stepmom & virgin stepson, smut

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Her husband, Leonardo, was the kind of man that could only be described as a provider. Not a lover, not a sweet man, not a gentle soul. Just a provider. Her mother asked her why she was marrying the older man, “Y/n he’s 15 years your senior! It’s preposterous! He’s rich but you can find real love…” She’d heard it all. But she was interested in having nice things. Being able to finish her art and history degree and go to the tennis club and shop with her girlfriends.

He also bought her the cutest little red Mercedes and the biggest diamond ring. And his house was- well it wasn’t just a house. It was an estate sat in the Hollywood hills near other celebrities and affluent humans (or robots she sometimes thought). She even had her own bedroom. It was an odd setup for sure, but a setup nonetheless.

Leonardo made it clear. He wasn’t looking for love. He was looking for a pretty thing with a good head on her shoulders that he could fuck when he needed and buy nice things for. Someone to bring with him when he had to show face at events and parties who could hold a somewhat intelligent conversation. She could do that. And he wasn’t a bad-looking man either. He was fit and tall with a deep voice and his deep pockets were just the cherry on top.

Did this make her a gold digger? She supposed that yes, it did. But what of her husband? This was what he wanted too. No one was being tricked. Everything was very simple and clearly defined. Down to the fact that she could sleep with anyone she wanted as long as she was discreet and didn’t give him the details. The same went for Leo.

Though Y/n hadn’t been interested in sleeping with anyone else, she was certain Leo did on his business trips and “boys-only vacations” he often took with his friends.

Y/n wasn’t bothered by the lack of love or the fact that her marriage wasn’t conventional. She was getting everything she wanted and she was happy. Sure a little intimacy was nice but she had close friends and so far, that was all she needed.

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“Leo! Marla is here with the Uber! I’ll see you later!” She shouted toward his study as she made her way out the door. It was Friday night. Girl’s night. Every other Friday she, Marla, Cyndee, and Gina met at Murphy’s Lounge to dance and drink a few too many martinis. It was always fun. Sometimes she flirted with some man who wanted to dance. But never anything more. She could have if she wanted. More. She could have done more but she never felt the need. No one interested her enough to make that sort of leap into partaking in the open aspect of her marriage.

The bar was full, as it usually was at 8 pm on a Friday night. Gina and Cyndee had already secured a table and had cocktails in hand when she and Marla got there.

And just like every time the four of them got together, they acted as if they hadn’t seen one another in ages. Sometimes they could be overly dramatic in their greetings but they genuinely appreciated one another.

“Okay. The first round is on me, but the rest is on Daddy Leo,” Cyndee bubbled out her words in laughter.

Y/n playfully smacked Cyndee’s arm, “Oh so now you’re calling my husband Daddy?!” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I am. He’s a Daddy, Y/n. Like, there’s no way you don’t call him Daddy when-“

Y/n placed her hand over Cyndee’s mouth, “Oh my god you’re too much sometimes! No more talk of Leo! The rest of the drinks are on him and we’ll leave it at that,” she laughed.

That was usually how it went. Leonardo picked up their girl’s night tab and paid for their taxis or Ubers.

“Okay. We’re just gonna get our drinks and we’ll be right back.” Marla swept Y/n off to the bar so they could order their usual drinks. For Y/n it was a nice stiff lemon drop martini.

Marla ordered a whisky sour, with extra orange slices and then rambled on about Ryan, her on-again, off-again boyfriend. They were on again at that moment but she was wearing thin, once again.

“Why do you do it to yourself, Marla? If you want to be done then just be done. You’ve tried and it hasn’t worked. I feel like you could do better anyway. Ryan’s nice but I think you two have run your course.”

“Ughh… I know, Y/n. God do I know. Easier said than done. There’s so much history, and friends in common. And we have a fucking dog together! I just… I don’t know.”

The bartender handed them their drinks and then Y/n gave the guy her credit card, “Please put this card in place of Cyndee Daniels tab. We’ll use this one instead.”

Josh was the bartender that evening. A cute college-aged young man with a bright smile who always remembered her name.

“Of course, Ms. Y/n. Will swap these out. As usual.” He winked.

She leaned over the bar as she took a quick sip of her martini while Josh went to retrieve Cyndee’s card. She looked down the bar at the faces of other patrons and suddenly was met with the clear green eyes of Leo’s son, Harry. Her stepson. She wasn’t sure if he’d seen her and it wasn’t as if Y/n had done anything wrong but she just hadn’t expected to see him there.

She leaned up again, peering around the woman sitting on the stool to her left and her eyes landed on the young man. Freshly shorn dark curls and a soft pink smile crooked up as he spoke animatedly to the guy sitting next to him. And just as she assumed he hadn’t seen her he turned and looked at her squarely, his lips moving as he spoke something to his friend then nodding in acknowledgment at Y/n before pulling himself off the stool he was on and making his way across the bar to her.

“Is that Harry?” Marla spoke as she leaned in.

“Yes, it is.”

Harry was a nice young man. He was polite, sometimes overly polite she thought, and he was charming. Y/n liked Harry. She didn’t know him all that well. He lived on campus at the university so she saw him rarely. But she did recognize that he’d cut his hair. He had long dark curls when she first met him. He looked like a bad boy, covered in tattoos with a permanent smirk on his face. But once she got to talking to him, she realized, he was a big sweetheart really. The long dark hair and tattoos were just a look. A style. Harry was a nice young man.

The truth was, all the girls joked about how attractive Leo and his son were. Both men were quite handsome. Y/n couldn’t deny that. Harry was tall like his father and built nicely. Long legs and a well-muscled chest. A great jawline and crystal green eyes that allured.

“Hi, Y/n. Marla,” Harry spoke as he looked from Y/n to Marla.

And that was another thing about him. He always remembered everyone’s name. He had met Marla maybe twice, yet here he was drinking beers at a bar and remembering the name of Y/n’s best friend whom he barely knew.

“Hi Harry,” Y/n smiled up at him, “Like the hair,” She reached up and whisked a finger into a short curl before bringing her hand back down into her own space.

Harry smiled broadly, a glorious dimple digging into his cheek as he raised an arm and ran his long fingers through his soft dark hair, “Oh! Yeah. Thank you. Got it cut a few weeks ago. Still getting used to it. Um, how are you doing?”

“Good. Girl’s Night, you know,” she shrugged and looked over at Marla who stood next to her, “We’re here every other Friday for some dancing and drinks,” when she turned her gaze back to Harry’s his soft eyes were intently watching her as she spoke. “Um, yeah. How are you? How’s school?”

Harry tipped himself forward to his toes and then lowered back down to his normal height, “Good. S’good. Already looking forward to Spring break,” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah! Me too. I’m not even in school anymore and I’m already making plans,” she chuckled.

Suddenly something dawned on Y/n. Her eyes went wide and then she squinted as she looked at her stepson, “Wait. You’re not 21. You’re too young to be here, Mister.”

Harry snorted a laugh and nodded, “I know. I know. But I’m turning 21 in two weeks. Figured I’d try out my fake ID once in my life. Before it’s too late,” he grinned.

“So you’ve never done this before?”

“Nope. First time. And of course, my stepmom is here when I do. Just my luck.”

Y/n laughed and her smile almost hurt her cheeks it was so wide.

A small jab to her side reminded her that Marla was still standing there, “Oh, sorry. Yeah. We should be heading back. We’re just over there if you want to stop by and say hi to the girls.” She pointed to the table where Cyndee and Gina were already watching the scene.

“Sure. Yeah. Of course. Um, it was really nice to see you, Marla,” Harry smiled gently at her and then looked back down to Y/n, “I’ll come by and say hi before I leave.”

The moment Y/n got to the table Cyndee pulled her arm, “Your stepson. Oof. He’s really attractive. Have you and him ever… you know?” She joked. Of course, Cyndee knew better.

“Oh stop it! Of course not! He’s a 20-year-old kid!” Y/n spoke in exasperation.

“You’re only 27, Y/n. You’re not much older. In fact, you’re closer to his age than you are to Leo’s,” Gina said.

Now Gina was usually the voice of reason so to have her on Cyndee’s side was ludicrous. Of course, she knew Cyndee was teasing but still.

Y/n took her seat and rolled her eyes as she took a healthy gulp of her sweet and tangy martini.

“And his haircut. God, he’s adorable like that. Damn,” Marla spoke next to her.

The music eventually began to grow louder and the martinis were going down far too easily. Especially after dancing and working up a sweat away from her seat. But one thing that didn’t change through the night was that her eyes kept finding Harry’s. It was like she couldn’t stop glancing over at him. But it didn’t help that every time she dared to peek he was looking at her already.

She couldn’t be sure that he was watching her dance but there was something about just the idea that he might be that had her swaying her hips a little more sensuously and using her hands to rub down her body like she was some kind of sexpot. But in truth, her dance moves were definitely subpar. But three martinis will tend to make one feel unnecessarily bold.

Y/n decided on just one more drink. A fourth martini to round out the night, plus she wanted to walk up to the bar near Harry and talk to him a little bit more. Just a friendly little tease about how he was only sitting and not dancing. Even his friend had gotten off the stool and danced with a young woman on the dance floor for a bit.

“You’re not really making the most of this special night, Harry,” she elbowed at his arm gently as she leaned over the bar to wave at Josh.

“What do you mean?” Harry’s eyes were a little red and he was quite obviously a little drunk.

She looked down at his wetted lips and back up to his pretty eyes, “You’re not even dancing. Just sitting here like a lump drinking beer after beer.”

“Ms. Y/n, another lemon drop?” Josh spoke as he put his hands on the bar top in front of her.

“Yes, please, Josh, and close it out too. I think all the girls are done for the night.” She laughed.

She turned back to look at Harry, “So no girls here you want to dance with? Even your buddy got out there a little bit. Where is he by the way?”

Harry turned around and looked over his shoulder for his friend and shrugged, “Maybe shagging in the bathroom. Haven’t seen him in a while now that I think of it. And no. No girls here I want to dance with.”

Y/n pouted and tilted her head as she reached up to touch his hair again, “I’ve seen a bunch of pretty girls around your age here, Harry. Some even checking you out. You should get out there and dance a little. Really fully experience Murphy’s Lounge,” she looked over her shoulder and then leaned in to speak quietly, “It’s your last chance with your fake ID,” she smiled as she tugged his curl the smallest bit.

Harry smirked, “Child abuse!” Craning his neck away from her fingers, he patted at his hair as if the tiny tug had hurt.

She rolled her eyes as Josh returned with the drink and her card, “See you in a couple weeks.” He smiled at her before returning to the other customers.

Harry’s features became serious again, “You know him?”

Y/n sipped her martini and nodded, “Yeah. We’re here often enough. So, yeah.” She shrugged keeping her eyes on her adorable stepson. Okay, maybe it was more like adorably handsome stepson, but still.

“Come. I’m gonna put this away,” she lifted her card upward as she motioned him to follow her, “And you and I are going out there to dance a little. We’ll find you someone cute to groove with a little.”

She expected Harry to protest a bit but he didn’t. He stepped in behind her and followed her to her table with his beer in hand. He stayed close to her as she bent down to slip her credit card into her purse. The security in the room always watched their table so no one took their things or tampered with their drinks (and the nice little tip Y/n, by way of Leo, didn’t hurt either).

“Leave your beer here. We’re gonna need our hands free!” she giggled as she pointed at the table.

“You’re okay to leave your drinks out like this? Thought that was a big no-no.”

Y/n looked in the direction of the man standing a few feet away, “He’s watching over the table. Now come on!”

The floor was packed with warm bodies moving and gyrating. The music was loud and the rhythmic base could be felt underfoot. She’d long lost sight of the girls as she began to sway and raise her arms upward.

Harry stayed close to his stepmom’s side and shuffled around a bit. His body was a bit stiff but he laughed when Y/n grabbed his hands and made him spin, “Loosen up a bit! Come on, Harry!”

Rolling his eyes he grinned and began to dramatically move about, trying to feel the beat and push down how awkward his movements felt.

Y/n kept her hands on his to encourage him to move with her and they both laughed as Harry began to relax into it a bit. His big smile only widened as the song was switched up to something that felt quite naughty and suggestive.

She released his hands because it felt like he was getting the hang of it. Not to mention she was beginning to enjoy the way his big hands fit around hers. And that couldn’t happen.

She turned around and continued swinging her hips and, moving with the rhythm as best she could. Long moments went by and she closed her eyes and allowed herself to get back into the swing of dancing and feeling the freedom and excitement of her night.

A hand pulled at her hip from behind and she opened her eyes and turned to see her stepson towering over her from behind. She hadn’t expected the sudden grip he had on her so she turned in confusion causing his palm to fall away. Harry looked over her shoulder and then dipped down to speak into her ear, “A man came over and was just about to try something with you. Wanted to discourage him a bit. Sorry.”

Y/n followed where he was looking and there was indeed a man there looking at her. And it wouldn’t have been too out of the ordinary for this to happen. She dealt with these things well usually. Sometimes she’d dance a little and flirt a little but that was it. It didn’t bother her. It was all in fun.

She chuckled and pulled at Harry’s shoulder to speak in his ear, “You don’t have to worry about me, Harry. I can take care of myself. I’m a big girl. But thank you.”

Harry licked his lips and turned his face toward her to speak, “I know you’re all grown up. Just didn’t want to see that with my own eyes is all.” His words were spoken close to her ear, his deep baritone vibrating from her neck and over her ear as she turned to look at him, only he didn’t move his face away and their gazes connected for a moment longer than felt innocent.

She swallowed and a small smile plucked upward on her lips, “Okay. Do you want to stay close then? Protect from the predators while I dance?” Her smile widened and she laughed but Harry’s smirk felt like something just the opposite of funny as he looked down over her face and to her neck and then over her lips.

“I’m not going anywhere,” his smirk remained as he shook his head and then in a surprise motion turned her around to face away and put both hands at her hips as they began dancing together.

She could feel his heat from behind her and his fingers held onto her hips possessively but she liked it. Especially when her hips moved to the beat and Harry’s hips moved behind her. He wasn’t pressing himself into her backside but she could feel him moving with her. He was keeping a polite distance. Though, everything that was happening was very inappropriate.

It was inappropriate because she liked it. Because this attractive young man behind her was looking at her in a way she noted was not innocent. Because she’d been obviously flirting with him at the bar. Because Harry was her stepson.

When the beat dropped low and the song slowed to something even more provocative and playful they both slowed and she felt Harry’s thumbs on the bit of skin exposed between the bottom hem of her blouse to just above her skirt’s waistline. His grasp on her skin was burning into her flesh, his fingers gently brushing and then squeezing at her.

“You’re not a bad dancer,” Harry remarked into her ear and she felt his chest press into her back.

And without thinking too deeply about it, or perhaps it was the martinis that left her so uninhibited, she dropped her head back and toward his mouth and felt his lips at her ear, “I’m a terrible dancer. But thank you anyway.” She laughed.

Harry chuckled into her ear, not backing away from how she’d leaned into him but instead pulling at her just enough that his fingers pinched her waist and she could feel him smile as he spoke against her ear, “Nothing about you is terrible, Y/n.”

His deep tone gave her a chill and goosebumps traveled down her neck and over her bare arms. Her good sense had been momentarily suspended as she smiled and dared to move her bottom into his hips.

When she heard his groan in her ear she closed her eyes and placed her hands over his, pressing his hands flat over her waist so she could feel his long fingers under hers, feel his warm palms digging into her skin.

“Better stop. I’m getting a little,” Harry suddenly backed off, his hands releasing her hips and she turned to look up at him as he ran a hand through his hair. He was flushed and his pupils were large, making his soft greens appear dark and heavy as he looked at her with an unmistakable glint of lust. She was sure she looked the same.

“Of course. Yeah. It was fun, though,” she smiled as she began to head back to the table. Harry followed.

They slid into the booth and took their drinks, letting the music of the bar fill in the gaps of their silence.

Y/n realized she was wet. She scolded herself inwardly. Her stepson was off-limits. Hell, to her most men were off limits because she was married (despite her open marriage). But especially Harry. She didn’t know if she should apologize or just let everything that had happened slip away without acknowledgment.

They were both drinking and so that had something to do with her behavior. With his. But mostly hers because she was the stepmom. She should have known better.

“Sorry we didn’t find you a cute girl to dance with,” she offered as she rounded her eyes and grinned, trying to make light of everything and ignore what had just happened between them.

Harry shook his head and looked down at his beer, then shifted his eyes to hers, “I think we did find me a cute girl to dance with,” he licked his lips and huffed a laugh shaking his head again as he lifted his beer.

“I’m done done done! Some guy bought me two shots. On top of the four cocktails I had. I’m fucked. I need to get out of here so I can crash into bed. You okay to leave with me?” Marla was suddenly plopping down at the table as she slurred her speech.

Y/n laughed, glad for the interruption. She wasn’t sure how to respond to Harry’s comment, “Yeah. We can get out of here. Where’s Gina and Cyndee?”

Marla pointed at the edge of the dance floor. Two men flanked them with drinks in hand.

“As you can see, they’re fine.”

Marla, Y/n, and Harry stopped by to say goodbye to Cyndee and Gina before leaving the loud bar. The night air was sobering as she used her Uber app to call for a taxi. Harry stayed with them, like the gentleman he was until their ride showed up.

Marla flung herself into the car as Y/n squeezed Harry’s arm, “Thanks, Harry. I’ll see you… I don’t know when, but this was fun! Yeah? Oh! It’ll probably be for your birthday, right? Party at our house. That’s right,” Y/n was mostly talking to herself. They were throwing him a party. Of course, it was going to be a big bash. Tons of college kids and family and drinking since he was turning 21.

Harry nodded, “Yeah. Weekend after next. Saturday. I think I’ll come over Friday night and stay the whole weekend.”

.           .           .

Harry had always liked Y/n. She was sweet to him from the start. Right off he could tell she wasn’t like Leonardo’s other girlfriends. He’d gone through a lot of them and when he decided he liked Y/n enough to keep around, Harry was genuinely happy about it. His dad was kind of cold and overly structured at times but he always took care of his family and Harry wouldn’t mind having Y/n around. He was 19 when he met her.

Harry’s mom left Leo when he was just a boy. She remarried years later and Harry hadn’t seen her so happy ever. He chalked it up to his dad’s standoffish behavior. He barely showed Harry, love, even. But It was okay for Harry that way. His mom was warm and raised him well. She showed him more love than he’d ever need in a lifetime. She made up where his dad lacked.

So for that, Harry did feel a bit sad, for Y/n, who had such a bright smile and contagious laugh, to marry such a cold creature as his father. The kind that his mother left. His friends joked that Y/n was a gold-digger and they urged him to try and mess around with her. See how far he could take it. But that was out of the question. Not because his stepmom wasn’t smoking hot, but because she was his stepmom. There was just so much wrong with that.

It did irk him, though, that he found her so pretty. But it wasn’t just that. She was smart too. She was easy to talk to and she could keep up with Harry’s little goofy jokes and she never took herself too seriously. Despite having her lips painted red and wearing high-fashion couture courtesy of Leonardo Styles, she was fun and kind.

Harry also benefited from his dad’s money, though. Just because he opted to live with his mother until college didn’t mean he didn’t have everything he wanted. A nice car, nice clothes, vacations with friends, concerts, sporting events, the newest cellphone. Leo didn’t bat an eye if Harry wanted something. And eventually even gave him a credit card to use for anything he wanted.

Yeah, Leo Styles was fucking wealthy. Dirty wealthy. The kind that people hate to see because it’s so excessive and unnecessary that it’s ugly.

But what could Harry do? His dad was a little cold and filthy rich. He didn’t control how his dad dealt with his money, though plenty of people also lumped Harry in with all that. Assumed he was some spoiled rotten brat who’d grow up like his father.

And that was just the thing, though. His dad wasn’t mean or bad per se. He was just rich because of the Styles’ family fortune. And he rarely showed any emotion. His dad did do nice things for the community and donated to good causes, threw fundraisers, and funded schools for children with special needs and gymnasiums for the local children who didn’t have a place to go and play freely.

And he wanted a wife that was smart and pretty. Someone with a brain who could handle a good conversation with grace. Harry understood the arrangement well. There was no love involved but it was a marriage of convenience for both of them. No harm, no foul. Harry didn’t mind it. Others seemed to have heavier opinions about it, though.

“Damn, Harry. You gotta do something about that. She keeps looking over here at you. While she looks like that? Let’s get your v-card taken care of once and for all.”

“Stop it, Jay. She’s my stepmom.”

“So? You told me yourself she’s just married to your dad for the money-“

“No, that’s not what I said. And it doesn’t matter what kind of thing she and my dad have going on. It’s not gonna happen.”

“God look at her. She’s fucking fine, Harry. She wants you too. I can tell. Look you don’t have to take my advice but this one,” he said as he gestured toward Y/n, “She’s a tiger in bed. I guarantee. Look at her move. Bet she could show you a thing or two.”

Harry shoved Jay and shook his head as he looked away before he was caught staring at his stepmom again.

She was hot. Her skirt was short and her little top kept riding up so he could get the tiniest peek of her waistline each time she raised her arms. Harry didn’t want to let his mind wander to those kinds of places. He’d already recognized how gorgeous she was. Liked her personality and how funny she was. If she were younger and not his stepmom, maybe. Maybe.

“Rebecca’s over there. I’m gonna go dance with her a bit. Sheila is too. You should come out and dance! Meet someone! Get laid!”

Harry sighed and sipped his beer as he leaned away from Jay’s arm, “No thanks.”

He did want to get laid of course. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have found a willing participant. It just hadn’t ever happened. He’d messed around a bit but in all honesty, Harry had a hard time wrapping his mind around a quick fling or something that was only sex. He liked connection and love. Wanted that whole thing with someone before getting to that point in the relationship. He knew it was silly to take it so seriously. And it wasn’t like keeping his virginity was his goal. It was just that he wanted it to be with someone special. Yeah, he was a bit of a sap like that.

But no one would know it really. That Harry was a big sap. A virgin at almost 21. Only his closest friends knew and they were sworn to secrecy. People assumed Harry had had lots of sex. That he was fucking people left and right. Because Harry was a flirt. He was super smooth and confident and charming. The kind of man people would imagine just had tons of sex. Plus he was incredibly attractive.

When Y/n was suddenly stood next to him at the bar, sweat at her hairline and soft lips with a cute smile as she spoke to him closely about how he was just sitting at the stool, not making the most of his first time in a bar with a fake ID, he felt his stomach twist. Maybe it was her scent, or the alcohol coursing through his veins, or the way she kept looking at him while she was dancing. Whatever it was, he knew he’d just moved into dangerous territory in his mind.

But she pulled at his hair and licked her lips and stood close so she could speak in his ear and he was easily convinced to finally get up and go dance with her.

Dancing wasn’t really a big deal to him. He wasn’t shy to dance. He honestly didn’t care all that much what people thought of him. He just didn’t want to get out there and dance while she was dancing like that. While she was looking at him in that way. Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her. Something had slipped out of its normal position for Harry that night. He was thinking of his stepmom in very inappropriate ways and he was powerless to stop the indecent thoughts he had about her body and her lips and her voice. It was so wrong.

When he turned her around and put his hands on her hips he allowed his fingers to wander over her skin to the very spot he’d been watching each time she lifted her arms. But this time he pushed the material up to give the pads of his fingers access. And she didn’t stop him.

Her hair smelled good and when he spoke against her ear she got goosebumps. Fucking goosebumps from his voice in her ear.

But then the unthinkable happened and she pressed herself into his front. And luckily she was just off to the left a bit because had she been to the right another inch or so she’d have felt him. He was thick under his dark jeans and it was because of his stepmom.

Her skin and her lips and her hair and the way she smelled and reacted to him. But he had to stop. He backed away knowing that it was the smart move. Hating that it was the smart move.

He came down the shower drain imagining Y/n on her knees with his cock down her throat, gagging and urging him to go in deeper that night after the bar. He closed his eyes and yanked himself and he orgasmed so embarrassingly fast to the image of her. His stepmom. That was the first time he’d masturbated to Y/n’s image. And it felt dirty. It felt forbidden and disgusting.

But then he did it again the following evening in his bed. He was thankful for having his own room in the frat house. Stroking his cock as his thighs quivered and his head was thrown back into the pillow under him, imagining Y/n riding his cock and showing him what she liked had him gasping as he came all over himself.

He tried to move on and get things back to normal in his brain about her. The way they were before that night at the bar. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Part of that was because of how she responded to him, flirted with him. The way she was looking at him and how she danced with him. He knew he didn’t imagine it. She was into it. And now that he knew that… well, the result left Harry tugging one out to his stepmom every night thereafter.

.           .           .

The party was going to be big. Leonardo told Harry to invite everyone he wanted. And of course, he and Y/n invited their friends too.

There was a DJ, a catering staff with bartenders and lots of presents.

Y/n was helping with the setup. Friday was busy for her, the day before the party. She’d almost forgotten about Harry mentioning he’d be coming on Friday to stay the whole weekend. Almost.

In fact, she hadn’t forgotten at all. She tried pushing that memory down but it was still there, underneath everything. Her nerves were wild as she helped direct some of the landscapers and people bringing gifts in from the guests. Tables and chairs, and a dance floor laid near the area where the DJ would be set up. Speakers were placed all over the estate so music could be heard no matter where anyone was.

She was in sweat shorts and a tank top and tennis shoes with no makeup. She had wanted to shower and get freshened up a little at least. Before Harry arrived. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure he actually would come that evening as he said.

But then she laughed at herself worrying so much over how she looked to her stepson. A silly silly girl, she thought to herself. Who cares? Why should she care? She was doing all this for his birthday party anyway. And she was his stepmom.

Looking down at the placement of the dance floor tiles being installed she allowed her mind to drift to that night at the club. His warm skin, his deep voice. The way he handled her like he knew what he was doing… She hated that she had been allowing those kinds of thoughts to trickle in about him. Hated, hated that two days ago when she had sex with Leo it was Harry she was thinking about.

She felt like a nasty and disgusting woman. A pervert.

In the early afternoon, the landscapers had gone and the garden looked like it was ready to be filled in with hundreds of people ready to party. She was proud of the way it turned out. It all looked great.

But she was hungry. She’d eat then shower. Hopefully, before Harry arrived. If he arrived that evening.

The chef’s kitchen had a lovely granite island with unstained walnut and wide plank hardwood floors. The refrigerator was ridiculously large. Opening up the state-of-the-art appliance she peered inside trying to find something quick to eat. She planned on having cheese tortellini later on. Leo was out for the day and told her not to wait up. That he would be back late. Some conference or something. It wasn’t abnormal for him to be gone for hours or days. She enjoyed the quiet and loved to eat simple dishes when he wasn’t around. Things that she craved like macaroni and cheese, fish sticks, or cheesy tortellini, and a bottle of wine.

She settled on yogurt and a double serving of granola as she sat at the island. She just needed an in-between lunch and dinner snack to tide her over.

Just before she scooped her last bite into her mouth she heard footsteps and then his voice, “Anyone home?”

She quickly scrambled off her stool and stood up just as he entered the kitchen. His dark curls were perfectly placed on his head and he wore a colorful Hawaiian-style shirt and black jeans with leather Chelsea boots.

“Hi! Yeah, was just eating a snack. Uh, make yourself at home, Harry!” Her tone was a bit too perky and she cringed at how silly she sounded.

Harry smiled gently and nodded as he dropped his gaze to her legs and back up, “Yes ma’am. Just gonna take this up to my room first.” He lifted his duffle bag, “Looks really good out there,” gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder, “Looking forward to it.”

“Oh, so glad you like it. It was some work to get everything just right. The guys setting up were so great, though. There are still a few more things to finish up tomorrow but I think for now we’re on track. But um…” she walked to the sink to rinse her bowl out as she looked over her shoulder at Harry, “I’m, uh… just headed to take a shower, though. Haven’t had the chance yet today. So…” she trailed off her sentence. None of what she was saying mattered to him at all. She was sure of that.

Harry puffed out a quick little laugh, “Okay. Yeah. Well, I’ll be in my room.”

Her shower was delightful but her nerves weren’t soothed. She was wound up tight and now that her stepson was here in her house, alone with her… she closed her eyes to compose herself. A ridiculous woman. A dirty and perverted creep. Who thinks of their stepson in this way? It’s absolutely disgusting. Immoral. Depraved. Evil. But it had all begun with that night and the way he danced with her. Innocent. Until it wasn’t.

She stayed in her room for a while. Not sure how she should go about acting casually in front of Harry. After that night at the bar, how could she? They had crossed a line. She had crossed a line. She took responsibility for this whole mess in her mind. She was the one at fault. Harry was only 20. Well, 21 now. Technically his birthday was today.

Fuck! She’d forgotten to wish him happy birthday!

Pulling her leggings up and slipping on a t-shirt she huffed as she paced the room. Well, now she had to go and tell him and also apologize for the state she was in when he arrived and how she’d forgotten and…

Calm down. He probably doesn’t even care, Y/n.

Knocking at his cracked-open bedroom door she peeked in to see that Harry wasn’t in there. She looked down the hallway and for some strange reason she stepped into his room and her eyes landed on his laptop that was open.

Porn.

He was watching porn. Y/n let out a surprised laugh and shook her head. She was overstepping so many boundaries. She looked at the screen as she moved away, intending on leaving his bedroom and going to find him when her eyes landed on the title of the video he had up.

Stepmom and Stepson Share a Bed

Her pulse grew fast and her palms began to sweat. Of course, perhaps that meant nothing. Perhaps that was just something he was watching that he found hot and didn’t realize it was stepmom porn or something…

She backed herself out of the room quickly but when she felt his hands on her shoulders and his voice, that fucking voice that sounded like sex, “You okay? Nearly ran me over-“

But he stopped short, a sharp inhaled breath into his lungs cutting off his words. He looked at the bed where his laptop was open and realized what she’d seen. He’d been saving his favorite stepmom porn videos lately. This one was just up. He wasn’t actually watching it before he’d stepped out of the room. It had just been on the screen when he closed out the Word doc he was working on for an essay at school.

“Fuck.” He whispered and released her shoulders, “Y/n, I… look that was just-“

Y/n turned with wide eyes and held her hand up quickly, “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have come in here. I was looking for you to um… I was gonna wish you a happy birthday, and I… I’m the one that should be sorry. That…” she pointed toward his bed, “I shouldn’t have seen that.”

Harry was embarrassed. He felt like crawling under the bed and staying there til the day he died. Never to be seen or heard from again. He was so careless to leave that up like that.

He swallowed and ran his hands over his face and shook his head, “Oh my god. Fuck.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Y/n placed her hand on his forearm and pulled one of his arms down, “Look at me.”

Harry opened his eyes and looked at her like she asked, “No worries okay? That was just nothing. It’s just porn. Everyone looks at porn. It’s normal. Okay?”

“Watching stepmom porn is normal?”

Y/n swallowed. She didn’t think he’d directly come out and say that, “Well… I mean… sure. If there’s a category on Pornhub for it that means someone likes it. You’re not the only one.” She tried to laugh but it died in her throat when Harry clenched his jaw and tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling.

“And besides,” her fingers tightened over his arm, causing him to look back down at her, “it’s not like that’s about me anyway. Come on… it’s just porn. So don’t-“

“Of course, it’s about you, Y/n. Why else would I be interested in that kind of thing?”

She let go of his arm and she felt like she could faint. She grasped onto the door jamb and wobbled as she looked down at her feet to steady herself and then back up at Harry.

“Are you okay? Here, let’s sit.” Harry took her arm from the door jamb and slowly guided her to her sit down on his bed where he promptly shut his laptop and moved the forsaken thing away from them, hidden from view.

“I’m okay,” she put her hands up and blinked her eyes as she turned to look at Harry next to her on the bed. “I didn’t expect that is all. That it had anything to do with- I just…”

“But that night at the club. That was… well… haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I’m sorry. I know that’s inappropriate.”

Y/n bit her bottom lip and nodded before taking a deep breath, “Yeah. I guess. Me too.”

“You too? What?”

She turned to look at his verdant crystal eyes, “I can’t stop thinking about it. And it is inappropriate. And I take all the blame. It was my fault that it even got as far as it did. I’m sorry, Harry.”

Harry shushed her and took her hand, “No. Don’t be sorry. This isn’t just on you. I’m an adult too, Y/n. This is on me just as much. So, I’m sorry. I feel like I probably pushed it that night. I was the one that touched you and made up that story about that guy.”

She recollected that night and the short conversation they had about the guy that was trying to dance with her when Harry had put his hand on her hip. The man was looking at her so she thought what he said was true. She hadn’t even questioned it, “You mean that man… that he wasn’t… you did…” she couldn’t finish her thought. It was. A lot. That revelation felt dense with just enough muscle to peel away some kind of layer of wool that had been placed securely over the situation in safety.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I don’t know what got into me that night. I really didn’t mean for any of this- It’s… my fault. I started it. I’m really sorry.”

She felt like they were somewhat on even ground now. He’d done that. She wouldn’t absolve herself of blame. No, not at all. She was still the heavy in this situation. She wouldn’t allow herself to feel exonerated by his admission. She was seven years older and his stepmom. She was ultimately to blame.

“God, Harry. Please. I’m…” she paused. His gaze on hers was hard to break. His soft mint eyes made him appear so pure and blameless. But then his deep raspberry lips, darkly pigmented against his face were seductive. Harry was like a siren. An enchanter. He was beautiful.

“No. You’re… amazing and I’ve just gone too far. It’s okay. This is silly,” he laughed and disconnected their eye contact as he looked downward, “This is-“ he looked back up at her and felt his heart thrum hard in his ribs, “silly.” His last word, just a whisper. A word he didn’t believe.

She shook her head, keeping her eyes on his, “And you surely have other options anyway. It’s just a phase. I’m sure you’ve got plenty to pick from. The charmer you are,” she chuckled lightly trying to lighten the mood and suggest it was temporary. That he could be with any young college girl he wanted. Probably had someone lined up for his birthday party even.

Harry’s brows cinched together and he shook his head, “No. I don’t. You don’t know this about me but… I’m actually…” he sighed and looked upward not wanting to see her expression when he told her, “virgin.”

That was not what she expected. Not at all. First of all, Harry Styles was beautiful. He was a sight! A paragon on legs with a gorgeously calming voice and the sweetest disposition anyone could ever dream of. He was perfection if there ever was such a thing. His beauty went before him but his grace and kindness were what made him so appealing. So utterly attractive. How was it that this astonishingly amazing man, absolutely as nice as anyone could ever be, was a virgin? Not to mention he had his dad’s money at the helm. There was nothing about Harry that wouldn’t get him laid in an instant.

“Virgin? Seriously?” She stuttered, “Umm… but not that there’s anything wrong with that…” She almost didn’t believe him as she asked. They’d never discussed this of course, but in her mind, it was quite impossible that he had never had sex.

“It’s true. Yeah. S’embarrassing but I really want it with… not just anyone. I don’t know. It’s not like I haven’t done anything… but I’m not like I’m sleeping with whomever I can.”

Y/n nodded. She got it. As a female that was a conundrum she had as well.

Well, it was slightly different but the basics of why she didn’t just go and sleep with anyone was the same when she was his age. It was because she felt deeply about things. Wanted it to mean something. It didn’t always after she learned that others didn’t feel the same way she did. She learned that getting hurt was sometimes part of relationships. Part of sex. As sad as that was.

“Oh.” She smiled at him and spoke softly, “That’s how I used to feel too. Thought it should be special. But then when I thought it was going to be, the guy didn’t care so it turned out it was only special for me. I realized it didn’t really matter what I wanted. I can’t control what everyone around me wants.”

Harry felt his heart pinch at her words. That wasn’t fair. And that was exactly what had him so worried. That he would give it his all only to have the other person feel as if it was nothing important. Just a moment in time.

But it was a big moment in time. It should mean something. Both people should feel its presence and its significance.

They remained silent for a moment as Harry threaded his fingers in between Y/n’s and licked his lips, “Are we alone?”

She turned her head to look at the man. The whole scenario was unbelievable to her. They’d both admitted attraction and that they’d overstepped boundaries. They also both felt bad about it all. But what did that mean? Did that mean she should just stand up and tell him not to worry about it and not to bring it up ever again? Tell him she won’t say anything if he doesn’t say anything? Give him a hug and a pat on the back?

Yes. That is exactly what she should do.

Unhooking her fingers from his she leaned in and hugged him before standing up from his bed, “Your dad will be home late. So, it’s probably better if I go downstairs and do something to keep me busy. This,” she moved her fingers to point at him and then herself, “we can just chalk up to some bad timing and hormones or whatever. Don’t worry about it. I think it’ll be better for us to just pretend it never happened.”

Harry stood up abruptly, his height overtaking Y/n’s significantly with how close he stood, “Just like that? Just forget that we both said those things?”

She took a step back as she kept her eyes on his, “Yeah. Don’t you think that’s for the best? I mean, Harry… I’m your stepmom.”

Harry pulled his lips into his mouth and frowned as he put his hands on his hips and moved away from the bed. He walked toward his door and turned back, “You can forget it and pretend it never happened if you like. I won’t be, though. I’m not going to say anything but I’m not going to pretend this didn’t happen either.”

Her heart dropped. She hoped he’d just brush it all off and try to move on. That was the best way to go about all of this. It’s not like they could have some kind of affair anyway. He was too young and his dad was her husband. It would be crazy to do such a thing.

“I mean… what did you want here? I feel like moving on is the best thing for both of us.”

Harry breathed out an incredulous laugh and shook his head, “I don’t know. Honestly. Thought…” he looked down at his shoes, “No one needed to know. No one would know.”

“No one needed to know what?”

Harry lifted his gaze up to Y/n’s, “If we… kissed or… anything. It would be easy. Dad’s never home. And you’re so-“ he blinked his eyes and she watched as he honed in on the spot where her breasts were under her t-shirt. She hadn’t put a bra on before slipping the shirt on in her haste to wish him a happy birthday, “Kind and patient. Feel like that would be really nice.”

She felt like her jaw was on the floor. Felt like that would be really nice. She couldn’t argue that. It would be really nice. A man with a warm heart in her bed. Someone she could show what she wanted without worry that he’d be offended. A man that looked like Harry. Young and with all that stamina. She imagined that he probably would want it a lot, especially now that she knew he was a virgin. That he’s been so neglected and that the moment he got a taste of it he’d never want to stop…

She shook her head before she allowed her mind to go too far into that hole, “We can’t, Harry. You understand that right,” she bit her lip. She wanted to grab him by his hips and smear her mouth over his as she pushed him into his bed and had them reenact the stepmom and stepson share a bed porno he had up on his laptop.

Harry nodded, his face set in an unreadable expression, “Of course, Y/n. I wouldn’t push you to do anything you didn’t want. I’m sorry.”

She hated that he kept saying sorry. That he felt bad for any of this when it was on her as well, “Please, Harry. Stop saying you’re sorry. You’re not to blame. I just think we should keep level heads here. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

His breathing deepened so much that Y/n could see the way his chest rose and fell under his shirt. She noted his gaze taking her in, not just her eyes, but her lips and her neck, her hips where the shirt stopped and her leggings showed under, “Oh… Y/n…” he shook his head, “I’ve definitely not been innocent. If my porn history isn’t enough to apologize for then my dirty thoughts surely are. You’d certainly agree that I should be apologizing if you knew the sorts of things I fantasize about with you.”

Y/n looked down. She couldn’t take his saturating gaze and these admissions any longer, “I don’t know why you’re telling me this. It’s okay that it’s private and as long as it’s not acted on… you shouldn’t feel bad.”

“Of course.” Harry gestured toward the hallway as he looked at Y/n. There was nothing more to be said on the matter. Harry knew she was right.

She nodded as she exited his room and heard him close the door behind her as she stepped out into the hallway. All she wanted to do was to tell him happy birthday. But instead, she left confused and frustrated and far more guilty than she had been before. She had no idea how to navigate this. But she only knew that no one could know their secret.

.           .           .

The caterers arrived before everyone else to get things set up. Small little aluminum warmers lit to keep the food warm. The bar was set up with a washing station and glassware (none of that plastic stuff Leo had said). The sound equipment was tested. Everything was going to be amazing, Y/n thought. For Harry’s 21st birthday party, this was surely going to be a great time.

She hadn’t seen Harry after their encounter in his bedroom the day before. He’d been quiet the rest of the evening. He didn’t even come down to eat.

Leo arrived home just after midnight and today he was working a little, tying up loose ends for something Y/n didn’t bother to pay attention to. Her mind was elsewhere anyway. Her thoughts kept wandering to Harry. Was he okay? Certainly, he wouldn’t be too upset. They hadn’t even really done anything. And they shouldn’t! Plus he was so young and he would have plenty of time to find someone special. She couldn’t be that for him. Certainly not.

Just before she’d had the chance to run upstairs to her room to get her party outfit in order she caught a glimpse of Harry as he was leaving the kitchen. His dark curls were messy. He looked like he had just gotten up.

She laughed to herself. A typical 21-year-old. Sleeping half the day away so he could stay up late and party with his friends tonight. She felt like that was a good sign.

Her dress was modest and what she deemed appropriate. She had originally selected something different for the party, but after her talk with Harry the night before, she went a more conservative route. Perhaps he’d ignore her when he saw the other pretty girls his age that he knew at the party. She hoped there would be someone else that caught his eye. Someone that could make him forget all about whatever it was that happened between them.

She pulled her hair into a low bun, smoothing the bits that always tended to poke out from a sleek do. It was easy to keep her hair this way. And it was more mature too she felt. Rather than keeping her hair down in styled waves or curls, the low bun was a nod to her stage in life. The married woman with a stepson stage.

She decided to not wear perfume or lipstick either. She wanted to do anything she could to fade into the background for the party. She’d be running around anyway, at the beck and call of the people working the party should they need anything. She knew it was probably unnecessary as the people they’d hired were all professionals and some of the best in the industry. But she felt she would need to keep herself busy.

The first to arrive were Leo’s parents (Harry’s grandparents) and then Harry’s mom, Anne. Anne had been around a lot for the last few days helping Y/n get everything sorted. Y/n was actually quite fond of Anne. Harry’s mother was a saint. She loved that her relationship with Leo’s ex was so good.

“Where’s the birthday boy?” Anne smiled as she backed away from the hug Y/n had given her.

“Oh! I think he might still be getting ready. I believe he slept in late. Saw the back of his head about an hour ago and he appeared to be half asleep,” Y/n laughed.

As more of the guests arrived, Y/n noted the young women and men Harry had invited. Plenty of attractive and exciting college kids.

The music was started and drinks were being served but she still had not seen Harry. Nor Leo for that matter (though she wasn’t surprised to have not seen Leo – probably absorbed in his work).

Going inside and tiptoeing her way up toward Harry’s bedroom to urge him to come out and join his own party she found that his door was closed. She applied two knocks to the wood as she put her ear in close to hear anything.

When it was silent and the door didn’t open, she knocked again. Harder, “Harry? You in there? Party’s getting started without you!”

Suddenly the door was pulled open and before her was her stepson looking like he was ready to kill. Not kill in the way that was violent, but kill with his looks. Kill with the way he’d dressed and left half his buttons undone at the top, a sheer milky white shirt with cream embroidered flowers draping away from his chest and allowing peeks of his tattoos. Black, well-fitted jeans and black Chelsea boots. His signature cross necklace hung between his pecs.

“Wanted to be fashionably late. You know… birthday boy and all,” he raised his brows unamused at Y/n and she felt the condescension drip from his words, “After you… step mummy,” he gestured for her to lead the way.

She was stunned by his tiny attitude. It wasn’t much. He hadn’t been particularly rude but his tone and his cheek were new. He was normally very polite with her. Very sweet and all smiles.

She nodded as she began to head down the stairs, Harry behind her. The moment they walked out to the garden Harry headed in a direction away from her. Without a word. But that was good. He should go and have fun with his friends.

Y/n had invited Marla to the party, which she was thankful for. Marla kept her mind off the tall young man of the hour.

“I can never get over how fantastic this place is. And look at all this,” Marla waved her wine glass above her head as she gestured toward the decorations, “This looks magical! When I fall in love and get married, can I have my wedding here?”

“You have to find the right man first. Ryan’s not it.” They laughed together.

Y/n wasn’t nearly as busy as she thought she’d be. As she hoped she’d be. She drank a few glasses of wine and checked on the guests but Anne had most things under control as did the staff that were taking care of everything.

She kept wishing she had more to do because her eyes kept searching for Harry. She spotted him over and over again. He was drinking whisky, with his friends laughing, and of course, there was one girl he was talking to.

She scolded herself at the touch of jealousy she felt. The girl was Harry’s age. Lovely young thing. But when she saw just the two of them talking as Harry had a hand flat on the bench behind the girl she hated how close they were standing. How flirty he looked. She especially didn’t like that the girl would reach out for his buttons and pluck at them every so often.

But why should she be jealous? He was a 21-year-old guy and he was her stepson. It was quite silly to feel anything other than happiness for him.

The cherry on top was after Leo gave his speech and everyone toasted and then the DJ began to play house music. The dance floor was packed and Y/n watched on as Harry and the young girl danced together, much in the same way he’d danced with her two weeks prior. His lanky body moved behind hers, his hand at her hip, his face close to her ear as he said god-knows-what to her.

She wanted to go out and dance too. There was no reason for her to not dance. Just because Harry was out there, enjoying his time, she didn’t need to wallow at the edge and watch the fun.

“Let’s dance!” Y/n pulled Marla with her to the dance floor.

It was just like their normal Friday night outings and since the night before they didn’t get to go out because Y/n had been busy with the party setup, tonight would be girl’s night for her and Marla.

The two laughed and moved their bodies to the beat, holding their wine glasses as level as they could so it didn’t slosh out.

She was finally having fun. Finally felt the anxiety and the guilt melt away as she danced and drank a little more wine. She had been silly to be jealous or upset. There was no reason for any of that.

But then she saw his eyes on hers. He hadn’t been looking at her all night. She figured that was for the best. But now he was watching her as he danced with the girl in the white mini-dress. His gaze was cold. His face set in a glowering smirk as he spoke something to the girl. She watched as the young woman leaned her head back to look up at Harry and his lips nipped at the space just below her ear.

She felt she could vomit. It was too much. She thought she was okay but she didn’t want to see that. Didn’t want to watch as Harry kissed anyone else and looked at her with such disdain. Was he mad at her?

She excused herself to Marla and rushed into the big house, moving into the kitchen to set her glass down. There were people in the house. Chatting, laughing, and some even dancing inside.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she leaned over the island and tried to calm her brain. What was she doing? What was wrong with her?

Warm hands covered the tops of her shoulders and the deep rasp of her stepson was in her ear before she could even open her eyes, “I need to talk to you.”

She jumped in surprise and turned around quickly as Harry ticked his head toward the stairs and he began heading toward them. She followed behind, moving up the steps with him and she assumed he would want to talk in the hallway or his room but he continued walking past his door and to the other side of the house toward her bedroom.

Without even a pause he opened her door and entered her room as if he owned it. As if it were his room.

She followed in behind him, her face set in confusion. She couldn’t know what he was going to say or what he wanted to talk about.

“Was offered a blowjob,” he blurted out as he paced. “From Leslie. She’s cute and I’m… anyway… I wanted to tell you,” he stopped and looked at Y/n, moving toward her, “in case you wanted to… maybe you’d changed your mind or-“ he ran a hand through his hair.

“What?” She was stunned, “You… why are you telling me?”

“Because I want… you, Y/n.” He said with finality.

Harry was stood close with his pink lips parted as he looked down at Y/n. He was serious. He was dead serious and she was surprised. The young girl was pretty and she wanted to give him a blowjob… “Me? What about… Leslie? She’s so cute and-“

“Not as cute as you. Ever since that night, I can’t stop thinking about you.” He cocked his head and smirked, “And I like this look,” Harry moved his hand to the material of her dress gently before letting his hand drop down to his side, “Perfect length so no one gets any ideas about you. A modest silhouette. Your hair falling out of this bun you tried to hold it in,” his hand moved upward again to push the hair off her shoulder that had indeed come undone from the bun.

“You must have had too much to drink. I’m not what you’re looking for-“

“You are. You are exactly what I’ve been looking for. And I’m not drunk, Y/n. Not even close.”

Her breaths deepened as Harry’s hand stayed at her neck where he’d pushed her hair. His thumb rubbed over her pulse point slowly. And he was suffocating, crippling her resolve. Making her question her sanity. She couldn’t allow this. Could she?

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I can’t. We… we can’t.”

Harry licked his lips, “We can actually because no one would know. Want it to be you. Want you to show me. I trust you.” He didn’t lose his composure as his palm moved upward and his thumb brushed the outer corner of her mouth.

She closed her eyes and allowed her mouth to part the slightest. She didn’t know what she was doing. Letting him stand so close. Letting him speak to her about this. Letting him touch her lips. Letting his words sink into her core.

“Harry…” she breathed out his name as she felt the pad of his thumb press over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained closed. This wasn’t happening. If she kept her eyes closed she wasn’t here and this wasn’t happening. It was just a fantasy.

The trouble was though, that it was happening. And even with her eyes closed she could feel him and how he was standing so close she could smell the whisky on his breath and feel his body heat next to hers. Feel his thumb push past her lips the slightest as her tongue poked out to taste the tiniest bit. Felt his hand grip her face and his smooth mouth on hers and his hand on her waist and his chest pressed to hers.

She forced her fingers into his hair and moaned into his mouth but then- in a sudden moment of clarity, she pushed at his chest and shook her head, “This is wrong. We can’t, Harry. You get that, right?”

Harry backed away and looked down at his feet, “I do. You don’t want me.”

She nearly blurted out to him that that was incorrect. That she did want him. That she’d fantasized about him far too often but it was unhealthy and it could only lead to disaster.

Instead, she stayed quiet. He needed to drop this. She needed to stop this. It had gone too far.

When he left her room she sat down on her bed. Now she’d gone and kissed him. Tasted his lips and the way he kissed her felt so real and so passionate. She’d missed that bit of passion. That sort of enthusiasm. It wasn’t something Leo gave her at all. She didn’t even know it was something she was missing. But Harry had woken something up in her. Ever since that night. And now the kiss had felt like she was beyond getting back to ignoring that need she’d buttoned up and pushed down. She wanted more. But that couldn’t happen.

She was surprised by Harry’s gall too. He was quite pushy, which she hadn’t expected of him. Harry, who was so gentle and thoughtful and sweet was really adamant about pursuing her.

Her tummy was still warm and filled with butterflies. He’d kissed her. And she wanted to take it further but she couldn’t. That was out of the question.

.           .           .

When most of the guests had gone and the house grew quiet Y/n sat outside under the twinkle lights. She’d turn them off before going in and calling it a night but she wanted a few moments of peace with the last bit of the bottle of wine she’d worked her way through after Harry had gone and scrambled her good sense.

Good sense. What a laugh. As if she had any good sense after that night at the bar. It should have never gotten as far as it had.

Y/n was also sitting outside in hopes of making sure Leslie left before she went back in. Or at least gave Harry enough time to get his blowjob or whatever it was that was going on in his bedroom.

Because Y/n was well aware that Harry had her in there. He made a show of it in fact.

When she’d gotten back outside after calming herself from the kiss, Harry had Leslie against the side of the house with his tongue down her throat. And as much as she tried to ignore that and pretend she wasn’t bothered by it, she was bothered. It hurt her feelings but she shouldn’t feel hurt. Harry should be doing things with girls his age and losing his virginity to anyone that wasn’t his stepmom.

But she kept looking over at them and when she caught Harry gazing back at her as he kissed Leslie she could almost feel her hair singe in anger. He was doing it on purpose. To make Y/n jealous.

And before he brought her into the house he casually introduced Leslie to her and then leaned in to whisper to Y/n with his whisky breath, “Last chance.”

So, not only was she a little hurt she was a little pissed. Because he was being downright bratty with it.

Half of her hoped that Leslie would take his virginity and he’d get it out of his system and that would be that.

The other part of her, the depraved, nonsensical evil bit that she kept pushed deep deep down away from anyone, wanted to make him pay for being a little jerk to her. She imagined spanking him even, which was ridiculous because he was so much larger than she was. As if he’d somehow fit over her lap and bare his ass to her for a spanking. She laughed at her thoughts but they didn’t end there.

The more wine that wound its way into her bloodstream the filthier her fantasies got. He’d grow hard after she punished him and then she’d show him what a real blowjob was like. Make him forget all about Leslie. She’d let him feel her throat on him but wouldn’t allow him to come. Instead, then she’d pull him down by his hair between her legs and guide him over her, giving him specific instructions for cunnilingus. And he’d keep licking at her and begging for more of her even after she’d come. He wouldn’t want to stop tasting her but then she’d tell him to stop – that only good boys deserve more.

Of course, the fantasy ends with him begging her to take his virginity and then making him eat his come from her pussy since he came too fast, like the virgin he is.

Depraved. But god was she turned on just thinking about it. She bet he’d like all that too.

Plucking her bottle of wine up she flicked the lights off and went into the house. No sense in staying outside and hoping Harry was quiet enough when she went inside. Plus she was quite tipsy and just needed to be put to bed.

Putting the bottle down on the counter she heard Leo sitting in the living room on a call.

It was nearly 2 am so she was surprised he was chatting with anyone but she could tell it was something for work. Plans for a business trip.

Instead of waiting and talking to him, she made her way up to her bedroom. She slowly passed Harry’s room and noticed that there was a light on but no noises to be heard, thankfully.

And she wasn’t jealous. Of course, she wasn’t. What was there to be jealous of?

After a warm shower and slathering her body in lotion, she opened her ensuite bathroom door and stopped dead in her tracks.

“What are you doing in here?”

Harry was lying on her bed, sprawled out on top of her comforter wearing the clothes he wore at his party minus his boots.

Harry lifted his head and snorted a laugh, “Wanted to say g’night to my stepmom. But then I laid on your bed,” Y/n could hear the slur in his speech and saw the way his eyes floated in his sockets as he looked at her, “and it’s so comfortable.” He pressed his palms down and moaned at the feel before plopping his head back onto her stack of feather pillows.

She stood over him and placed her hands at her hips. She was thankful she’d put on her robe before stepping out of her room. Half the time she opted to walk around her bedroom naked.

“Well, goodnight, then Harry. It’s time for you to go back to your room.”

Harry squeezed his eyes closed and the grin on his mouth widened as he spoke, “Mmm… but this feels so good. S’cozy right here.”

Y/n sat at the end of the bed and sighed. He was clearly drunk. Earlier he hadn’t been when she kissed him. Now, he was very clearly inebriated.

“Your bed is cozy too, though. You should go back to your room. Get some rest.”

Harry propped himself up by his elbows and planted his eyes on hers, “You’ve been in my bed? When?”

Shaking her head and laughing at the absurdity of this whole scenario she spoke, “I know your bed is comfortable because I helped Leo pick out your new mattress. It’s the same one as this.” She patted the bed under her.

Harry nodded slowly and she noticed his gaze at her cleavage so she tightened her robe just as there was a knock at her door.

A gasp fell from her lips and she shoved Harry off the bed, whispering, “Under the bed! It’s your father!”

Harry huffed a laugh and put his hands up in surrender, “Yes, ma’am.”

She hushed him as he scooted himself under her bed and Y/n ran to her bathroom door, “Yes!”

The door opened and Leo stepped in, a suitcase left in the doorway, “I just wanted to let you know I’ve got a sudden meeting tomorrow late morning so I’ve got to take the 5:00 am out to Savannah.”

Putting the towel up to her hair to act as if she’d just gotten out of the shower (she sort of had) she walked across the room to him, “Really? When will you be back?”

“Day after tomorrow. It’s a morning meeting, then golf, then dinner. Then the next morning I have a flight that gets me back in LA at noon.”

She smiled and slid her arms over his shoulders to bring him in for a quick hug and he caught her off guard by kissing her cheek and squeezing her back before pulling away, “Car’s outside waiting,” he ticked his head toward the door, “Tell Harry when he emerges tomorrow for me, will ya?”

When she shut her door and turned toward her bed she let out a breath of relief. She was glad Harry stayed quiet. But then she realized as she lifted her bed skirt that he’d fallen asleep down there.

Rolling her eyes she contemplated what to do. Leave him there? Wake him and help him back to his room? She really didn’t want to deal with getting him into his bedroom. Nor did she want to deal with a drunk Harry by waking him up. But ultimately her guilt wouldn’t let her leave him there on the floor. He deserved to sleep in a bed.

“Harry… come on… wake up. Leo’s gone,” she pushed at his arm gently, “Harry…” she said tunefully, elongating the yyyyyy at the end of his name.

Pulling at his arm she got him part of the way out from under her bed and lifted his arm up, “Come on… wake up,” she lightly patted his face and that seemed to do it.

Harry’s eyes opened up and landed on hers. Sparkling and green and soft. And drunk.

“Let’s get you up. Come on. Time for bed.” She helped him sit up and tucked herself under his arm and began to stand to help him upward. But he was dead weight.

“Can I please stay with you? Please, Y/n? Your bed is so soft.”

She looked at him as he spoke and she realized he was not going to make it to his room. He’d have to sleep on her bed.

But that was fine. She’d just put him in her bed and then go sleep in any of the other guest rooms. It was better than letting him sleep on the floor or attempting to walk him to his bedroom.

“You can sleep in my bed. That’s fine. Can you lift up with me?”

Harry’s smile took over his features and his pink lips looked wet and soft. He was super cute when he was drunk.

“For real?” Harry raised an arm and steadied himself with the edge of the bed, the other side assisted by Y/n as he was pushed upward to his feet.

“There we go. Okay…” Y/n nudged him to sit and Harry’s full weight fell onto the bed and he laughed.

He immediately went to grab at his pant button and Y/n paused and put her hand on his shoulder, “Uh, just lie down. I’ll go and get you some water. Be right back.”

She was doing her best. Truly. She was quite tipsy herself and her bed had been calling before Harry showed up in her room. And now here she was traipsing across the massive home to get her stepson a glass of water. She figured he’d appreciate that when he woke up in the morning. And she had hoped that by the time she returned to her room, he’d be asleep and she could sneak out and go to the nearest guest bedroom and crash there. She was tired.

But when she returned to her room, Harry had successfully pulled his pants and sheer button-up shirt off and was left in nothing but his grey boxer briefs. And he was not asleep.

Placing the water next to the side of the bed he was on, which was where she’d normally be sleeping she noted, Harry stretched his arms behind his head and smiled, “Hop in.”

She shook her head and laughed as she pulled her charger from the wall and grabbed her cell phone, “No, Harry. That’s not a good idea,” she turned off the lamp on the far side of the room and began to walk toward the door.

He sat up quickly, “Wait. You said… You’re not staying with me?”

Y/n turned to look at him, handsome and messy.

And her stepson she reminded herself.

“I’ll just be next door. Think it’s best we’re not sleeping in the same bed, Harry. Just lie down and-“

“No. Please,” Harry tried to pull himself out of the bed but his motions were lethargic and clumsy, “want you here. Just… stay with me. Please. I swear no funny business.”

She sighed and began to shake her head and repeat herself but when Harry started to place his long legs down onto the floor she rushed back to him so he wouldn’t hurt himself. That was her logic anyway. She didn’t want him to fall or crack his skull open.

Steadying him by his arms she pushed him back toward the bed, “Stay. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Harry hummed and reached up to put his fingers in her hair, “I’ll stay if you stay. If you go to the guest room I’ll just follow you like a puppy dog, Y/n.” His words were watery and his gestures were clumsy.

She closed her eyes and groaned. She was so tired. So tired. And she just wanted to lie down. And she certainly couldn’t have Harry attempting to follow her to another room and hurt himself by falling down the stairs or something.

“Fine. But you just go to sleep. I’ll stay here with you but you have to promise me you’ll go to sleep and behave.” She pointed at him.

Harry’s exaggerated grin returned as he laid his head back onto the pillow and watched her cross the room to turn off the last lamp.

Fuck, she cursed to herself under her breath. She’d forgotten to put on pajamas. She was naked under her robe.

But okay. No problem. She’d just leave her robe on and it would be fine.

Climbing into bed, on the odd side, she stretched her limbs as she laid flat and closed her eyes. She was just so tired.

“Thank you. For staying. I promise I’ll behave.”

.           .           .

Y/n’s alarm woke her up and she groaned and reached over to turn it off but instead, her palm found a bare, solid chest. She popped her eyes open and the events of the previous night had come rushing back. She let Harry sleep in her bed and she was reaching over toward where her phone normally was but she’d been on the opposite side of the bed.

Rolling over to press the alarm off she sighed as she snuggled back into her pillow. 6:45 am was too early to be up for a Sunday. She contemplated moving herself to a guest room since Harry was still asleep but her soft bed lulled her back into a deep sleep where her dreams were vivid and she found herself kissing Harry again. But this time, her dream took it further and she was on his lap and then they were in his bed. By any standards, it was a very good dream. A very good one.

So when she woke up for the second time that morning things were… different. Her head was not on her soft pillow and there was a hand on her bottom. She slowly came out of her easy dream state, still reeling from the kind of dream she’d just had of her stepson when she realized her cheek was smushed on Harry’s pec and it was Harry’s big palm on her bottom slowly, slowly, slowly moving down toward her thigh. He was awake.

Her dream-riddled brain mulled over what was happening. It was a slow rise but her awareness steadily stirred. Her robe had come undone and her thigh was over Harry’s. His chest was rising and falling gently and she realized her palm was over his heart, which she could feel thudding underneath. She had cuddled up to him like he was one of those body pillows.

It was nice. It felt soft and lazy and sweet to lie in her bed on a Sunday morning in the arms of a man. And the leftover remnants of her dream had her still feeling wound up.

Hesitantly, she moved her head to look upward and Harry’s hand halted when her gaze met his.

She could see him swallow and he spoke groggily, “Sorry. You were… I didn’t want to wake you.”

The way his sonorous voice reverberated from his chest against her skin and her shoulder made her meltier than she already was.

Her hand was still over his chest and she could feel his heart rate increase as he kept his eyes on hers, “It’s okay. Thank you for letting me sleep.” She was going to move. To get up and pull her robe securely around her body so he didn’t catch a glimpse of anything but she didn’t want to move. She wanted to bask in the heat of him for a little longer. To feel his fingers on her bare bottom for a few more moments. Perhaps to even feel him caressing her again. And maybe… just maybe…

She slid her palm up and scooted herself fully into his arms, her chest over his, and laid her head down against his shoulder, “Let’s just stay here a little longer. If that’s okay?”

Harry blinked his eyes and knew Y/n could feel the way his heart was lobbing around behind his ribs. His cock was already hard but she hadn’t figured that out yet and he didn’t want to scare her off because he did want to stay like that for longer. With her.

He pulled his arms around her, removing his hand from her bottom and bringing it up to wrap around her back, “That sounds perfect.” He was just glad she hadn’t moved too far up or her thigh would have come into contact with his erection and surely would have ruined the moment.

Y/n closed her eyes and indulged in the way his arms felt around her. Her bare hip was against his and it felt so salacious. So tender. Her breasts were pressed into his chest, with one of them uncovered and warm against his skin.

“Dad left for a meeting? On a Sunday?” Harry suddenly inquired. He had always been suspicious of his father’s frequent trips.

She nodded her head over his chest, “Yeah. Sometimes he has weekend meetings. It’s more like a golf outing than anything. Probably just some buddies getting together for some fun.”

“Hmm… You’re okay with him just heading out like that last minute?”

“Yeah. It’s normal. I’ve gotten used to it.”

He wasn’t sure that his father was a good husband to Y/n. He found it odd too that they had separate bedrooms. But he didn’t usually question it. However, this morning he was feeling soft toward her (well, soft emotionally… physically he was anything but soft) and wanted to protect her in some way.

Harry didn’t know how he was going to survive. His boner was only growing thicker and with the way she was wiggling over him, her thigh was nearly brushing against his –

Too late.

When she nudged at it, feeling him stiff against her thigh, she smiled to herself. She hadn’t looked down over his body but she half wondered if he was as turned on as she was. It was easier for her to hide what her dream had done to her and what being in his arms was causing to slip out from between her legs, but this pleased her.

“I’m sorry. That’s… I can’t help it.” Harry explained and Y/n lifted her head up and glanced down at where he was straining under his boxer briefs. It nearly startled her too. She hadn’t expected… that. And even though he was covered up with his underwear she understood that what he had going on there was… well she’d say he was a lucky guy and it was truly an outrage that there hadn’t been a lucky girl to try it out.

“Don’t apologize,” she looked back up at him and realized he’d been looking at her boob. The one not covered. And with the way she’d lifted herself upward to look down at him, her nipple was out for him to peek at.

She licked her lips and brought her hand down over his pec to lift herself further. Bot tits made their appearance and Harry groaned and looked away, “Sorry. Trying not to look.”

Gently putting her hand up to his jaw she turned his face to look at her, “Do you want to look?”

Harry’s eyes widened and he nodded, “Well, yeah. But I didn’t think you’d want me to.”

“You’ve seen breasts before right?” Y/n laughed and slid her thigh against his thickened cock, this time on purpose.

Harry kept nodding, “Yes. Quite a few. But just not yours.” His eyes danced over her nipples and back up to her eyes, almost to make sure it was okay.

She loved his deep, raspy morning voice. Loved how gentle and intimate the moment felt.

“Did you see Leslie’s breasts last night?” Y/n teased with a smile as she lowered herself down, her naked nipples pressing into his warm skin.

Shaking his head no he laughed, “Nah. She passed out. If you thought I was drunk last night, should have seen her. Nothing happened. Wouldn’t have been able to even if we wanted.”

When Y/n felt Harry’s hand timidly return to her low back and then ghost over her ass she let out a shaky breath. She couldn’t remove her eyes from his. He was so pretty and he deserved to be put out of his misery she thought. A bad idea, yes. But to hell with it.

Sliding her thigh further over him she pushed herself to straddle him and sat up over him. Biting her lip and looking down at his chest and smoothing her hands over the smattering of hair he had and the dark tattoos… he was sexy.

Harry couldn’t stop his eyes from taking her in. Her robe was draped over her sides but was open so he could see her breasts and her tummy, her belly button and he glanced back up at her and parted his lips as he risked moving his hands over her bottom. With the way she was looking at him and touching him, he felt the risk would be worth it.

“Squeeze a little,” she whispered as she put her hands over Harry’s and directed him to take a handful of her bottom in each palm. Harry swallowed hard and panted.

“Oh my god,” his words were spoken in a quiet breath as he relished in the feeling.

When she rocked her hips forward and dragged her core over his fabric-covered cock Harry gasped and his chest rose and fell in heavy breaths.

“I had a dream about you,” she spoke as she moved her hands back up his chest and to his face as she leaned over him, putting herself directly over his erection and ground herself over him, “It was really naughty. And I’m still worked up over it. Just tell me if you want me to stop,” her pussy was wetting the fabric of Harry’s crotch and he groaned before lifting his face upward and pressing his lips to hers. He definitely did not want her to stop.

The haste of the kiss was hectic and chaotic. Harry pushed the robe off her shoulders and she flung the thick cotton down onto the floor before placing her fingers into the band of his underwear, “Let’s take a look.”

She sat back and pulled his underwear down so his cock sprung out. She continued lowering the material until his balls were free and she moaned, “It’s really pretty. Can I suck you off?”

Harry brought a hand up to his arm and pinched his skin, wincing when he felt the sting. He wasn’t sure he was really awake. Not only was Y/n completely naked on top of him, she was licking her lips and asking if she could suck him off.

“Fuck. Please yes.”

“Do you like to beg, Harry?” She grinned as she crawled herself backward to put her face above his lovely cock.

“For you, I will.”

“Mmm… such a good boy,” she looked up at him as she licked along the underside of his shaft and Harry choked out a moan. His thighs were already quivering. She figured he wouldn’t last long but that was fine for what she had in mind.

Her mouth was watering so wetting him properly wasn’t too hard as her tongue slid over his hard prick. She dotted kisses along the way and looked up at his eyes and then down to his pretty dick.

Using her hand, a palm she licked and wetted, she gently massaged his balls as she finally pulled his tip into her mouth. She lowered over him as much as possible on the first go before bringing herself off of him, “Want you to come down my throat. Okay? Want to taste you.”

Harry’s face was twisted up in ecstasy already and she hadn’t done that much, “I’m gonna come too fast.” He whined.

Shaking her head and licking over his tip she whispered against his throbbing cock, “Be a good boy and come down my throat, Harry. It’s okay if you come fast. Just feel my mouth and my tongue on you and enjoy it. Can you do that for me?”

“Ffuck…” Harry threw his head back into the pillow as she drew him back into her mouth and began sucking, “M’gonna be your good boy. Yes.”

Harry’s voice was shaky and his groans were progressively louder as she took him deeper. He clutched the blankets tight as his stepmom fondled his balls and sucked on his cock.

He’d been given blow jobs before. But already this one was far and away the best he’d ever had. Y/n was sensual and confident and she knew what she was doing. When her eyes found his every few moments that was his favorite. Watching as she looked at him dreamily with his cock in her mouth was a picture that would be seared into his mind for all eternity. Better than porn. Because it was real.

“Ahh! Shit! M’coming, please!” Harry shouted and moaned as his hands finally found their place in her hair out of instinct.

He’d pressed on her just enough that her nose was pushed into his pubes and she felt his twitching prick beating and pumping as come gushed from his tip. He came a lot. She couldn’t breathe or move but she kept her jaw wide and gagged around him as he crammed himself further into her throat and he cursed and moaned and rolled his hips upward in orgasm.

When he’d finally drained himself of everything he had he loosened his grip on her hair and she pulled up, gasping and coughing.

Harry’s fucked out gaze was adorable, she thought. A small smile on his face with pink cheeks and a splotchy red chest from the exertion of his orgasm.

She leaned over him and grasped his jaw, causing his mouth to fall open as she spit down over his tongue, “Swallow.”

Harry gulped down her mix of saliva and his come before his pink lips curved up into a big smile, “Yes ma’am.”

Y/n chuckled and then kissed him before pushing herself upward to climb off but Harry caught her arm before she could get too far, “Wait. You don’t want me to like…”

“Of course I do. But only if you want to. Have you ever eaten anyone out before?”

Harry pushed himself up by his elbows and nodded, “Yeah. Wouldn’t say I’m any good at it. Not sure I could make you come.”

There was a thrill that filed down her spine and to her toes. She didn’t need to come. She just loved how it felt to have someone with their face between her legs. It had been a while. Leo didn’t often give her cunnilingus.

“But do you want to?” She asked pointedly. She wouldn’t dream of having him do something he didn’t like.

“Fuck yes. Just show me what you like and I’ll do it.”

Harry released her wrist and she put her bottom onto the mattress and stuffed pillows behind her so she could sit up and watch. She loved the way Harry was watching her body and how dark his eyes were. He’d just orgasmed but she was confident he’d grow hard again soon. And then perhaps she could give him what he really wanted.

“Take your underwear off the rest of the way.”

Harry got up to his knees and nodded, “Yes ma’am.” A sly smirk on his lips at the new nickname he’d been using for her.

Y/n had never been a fan of being called ma’am. She felt she was too young to be a ma’am but when Harry did it in this context, it got her blood pumping wildly through her veins.

When Harry’s boxer briefs were long gone she pulled at his wrist as she opened her legs up, “Start off just exploring. I’ll guide you if you want. Use your fingers, lips, tongue… and try to keep your eyes on mine.”

Harry licked his lips and knelt over her, his hands finding her outer thighs first and spreading her wider as he looked over her glistening pussy, “So wet. Is this for me?”

His question was a surprise to her. But it was definitely lined with something innocent. Almost as if he hadn’t expected her to be in the state she was in.

Nodding her head slowly and smiling she spoke, “All for you. That’s what you did to me and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

Harry’s dimples poked into his cheeks as he shyly smiled, “Just trying to be a good boy for you ma’am.”

He jutted his tongue out and licked upward from her seeping entrance to her clit and she moaned softly as she watched him. He kept his eyes on her pussy at first. She wanted him to look up at her but she allowed him a moment to get acquainted.

He used one of his hands to gently spread her labia and lick upward again, stopping at her clit and flicking it just the tiniest bit.

“God. You know where the clit is, don’t you? That’s really good, Harry.”

He finally looked back up at her as he mouthed over her pussy and sucked gently. She keened and smiled, “Yes! Keep doing that.”

So he did. He sucked and licked, giving special treatment to her clitoris and he moaned over her as he closed his eyes and lapped at her, and kissed his way around her cunt slowly.

“Finger me. Put two in. Like this,” she reached down to his hand and twisted so his palm was upward and then pulled on his pointer and middle finger, nudging the pads of his fingers to her entrance.

His long digits inside of her didn’t disappoint. He pressed them in and pulled out slowly as he continued lapping and sucking and she gasped into the room.

She looked down at him after the initial recovery of his fingers inside of her for the first time and he was already watching her. She slid a hand over her body, stopping at her breasts for a moment before pushing her fingers into his hair, “You’re so good for me, Harry. Just like that…” she was breathless.

Harry clamped his eyes closed at her praise and used his free hand to reach up and touch her left tit. He kneaded at her flesh and then circled the pads of his fingers over her nipple slowly and she mewled, “Come up here. Suck on my breasts,” she pulled at his hair a little to lift his face, “Keep your fingers inside of me.”

Harry did as she said, pumping his fingers into her as he moved up over her body and latched on to the breast he’d been fondling. He was a star pupil. His tongue laved sensually over her areola and he continued looking at her as he stuffed his fingers knuckles deep.

Sucking on her nipple and pulling away he moved to the other side and a muffled moan vibrated over her chest and she felt his cock against her thigh. He was aroused. Thick and full once again. She knew this would happen. Or at least she hoped it would.

Harry drew his tongue to the underside of her breast and sucked in tightly, pinching her skin and she gasped as she watched him work. He moved to her other side, repeating his gesture and bruising the underside of her boob with an intense suckle that had her flesh turning purple nearly instantly.

“Fuck, Harry.”

She had little need to guide him much. He was passionate enough and horny enough that everything he was doing was just right by her standards.

Harry popped off her nipple and looked up at his stepmom with eyes that brimmed with lust and need, “I want you so bad. Please…” his dark pink lips were wet and set in a pout as he pulled his brows together. He looked like he was in pain. But he didn’t cease fucking into her with his fingers.

Y/n carded her fingers into his hair and cooed at him, “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

She was aware of what he wanted. But somehow she was getting off on having him tell her and ask and beg with his big puppy dog eyes and pouty lips.

Harry’s hips dipped down so his prick sat in the spot right next to her pussy. She was wet all over and there was a nice little bit of glid for Harry right there as he removed his fingers from her cunt and pushed them into his mouth. He was holding himself over her with one arm as he licked her essence from his digits before pulling them out to steady himself with both arms, “You. Want to… be with you. I’m so hard again.”

She knew what he wanted. And maybe it was the haze of the dream she’d had or a sudden lack of inhibition on her part, but she wanted the same thing. And his pretty cock would feel nice wrenching into her insides and poking deeply into the viscera.

Y/n nudged at him to move back so she could sit up further, “Are you sure? Because that means you won’t be a virgin anymore. I don’t want to have you regret anything.”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t care about being a virgin. The stigma. Never mattered. But,” he put his palm over the top of her thigh and looked at her with hooded eyes, “I know you’ll show me how good it is. I trust you. Only if you want me.”

The sting of warmth shrouded her neck and then her heart. He was sweet and he was convincing.

Nodding her head she put her palm over his cheek and smiled, “I do want you. And I trust you too. Which means this has to stay between us. No one can know.”

Harry nodded. The tiny bit of scruff on his face scratched at her skin as he turned to kiss her palm and grasp her wrist in his hand, “Then, please. Just tell me what to do and how you want it. I’ll be so good for you.”

Intertwining their fingers, Y/n pulled at him to give him a soft kiss. Wet. Trembling. They both were. This was either the biggest mistake of their lives or the beginning of an extraordinary secret. They both knew it. It would change everything. It already had. They’d already given in.

Whispering as she scraped his scalp and dotted kisses at the edge of his mouth, “Do you want a condom? Will that make you feel better? I can’t get pregnant so that’s not an issue and everything else is good in that regard. Up to you.”

Y/n always wore condoms with Leo, at his insistence. Because of their agreement. An open marriage if you will. But with Harry, she’d forego the barrier knowing he was a virgin.

“Do you want me to wear one? I do have some that I’ve never used,” he laughed as he spoke the word used.

“I’d like to feel you just like this,” she lowered her hand to his throbbing shaft and inhaled sharply at how warm and thick he was in her hand, “If that’s okay.”

Harry closed his eyes and nodded, “More than okay.”

“Good. Now. When you fantasize about having sex. What position are you in the most?” Y/n wanted to have him start off with what he fantasized about. She knew he’d like any position, most men did.

The edge of Harry’s mouth quirked up as he breathed out a laugh, “Just… all of them. But, normally I’m on top,” he swallowed.

“That’s good. Let’s start there.” She lay back and spread her legs, gently pulling at him to follow.

Harry put himself between her thighs and brought his palms down to the mattress on either side of her shoulders.

“Push your hips down and line up over me,” She took her hand and guided him so that his heavy cock was slipping through her labia, getting coated in her slick, “Yes, now, move back and forth and just feel how wet I am like this. How it’s getting all over you before you even need to push inside. Feels good right?” Harry’s mouth was dropped open and he nodded, “Yes.”

“Mmm… feels good to me too. When you do that, your tip is hitting my clit. See?” She looked down between their bodies, urging Harry to do the same.

He groaned as he continued gliding through her wet pussy lips, “Fuck. So pretty.”

The sound alone was sexy. Her pussy was really wet and the noise that his dick caused with each pass through her folds was pornographic.

“We’re pretty together, aren’t we?”

He nodded and moaned, moving himself a little faster.

“Such a good boy. Now, I want you to kiss me. Keep your mouth on mine and then when you’re ready, put your delicious cock inside of me. Okay?”

Another moan fell from his lips as he lowered himself to kiss her mouth. Y/n licked over his lips and Harry opened up and used his tongue against hers as he slowly pushed his engorged dick up and down, nudging her clit on each upward thrust. His mouth was watering as he got himself into position, putting his knees down to steady himself and rearing back to align his pink tip with her puffy, wet entrance.

Never removing his lips from hers as he continued kissing her and sipping at her tongue he dipped gently into her. First, his wide head barely smoothed into her until he was met with resistance from the small muscle of her vaginal opening.

She could feel him hesitate, knowing he wasn’t sure if it was too much. She smiled into the kiss and spoke, “Just push. It’s like that on purpose. A little tight on the first go but once you’re in there it’s so good. You’re just a little thick so this is gonna be normal for you. Gotta just press in past my tight opening.”

The whimper that fell from his mouth before he pushed his lips back to hers made her head spin. But what really got her was when he did as she said and pushed in through her muscle and slid himself in half way.

They both gasped, parting from the kiss. There it was. He was inside of her. He moaned into her mouth as he pulled back so his tip was pulled out and then reentered, pushing past that tight muscle again as he licked into her mouth.

It was good. She knew it would feel good. His hard cock was heavy and thick and as he pressed himself in until he couldn’t push any further she gasped at how deep he was.

Harry was on a different plane of existence in that moment. He’d given his virginity to the hottest woman he’d ever met and now he was allowed to fuck her. She’d given him permission and he’d given her permission and his dick had never ever felt so good.

He’d had his cock sucked and he’d used toys with lube that mimicked pussy, but this was… warm and real. And it smelled like her and his mouth still tasted like her and she was moaning as he moved into her. She was enjoying it too. And that… that was the best part.

He continued moving his mouth over hers as he thrust his way into her as deep as he could get until his balls were pressed into her bum. He was more than thankful that he’d already come so he could last a bit longer. He’d still come embarrassingly fast, he was sure, but now he had a little advantage. Instead of three minutes, possibly ten? He hoped. At minimum. Because he didn’t want this feeling to ever end. He’d fuck his stepmom for the rest of his life if it felt this way. They could just stay like this in her bed, slipping together and kissing and being connected.

A knock at the door and the voice of a female was heard from behind the wood.

Harry stopped his movements and Y/n grasped onto him with one hand to keep him still and put her finger up to her mouth, “Who’s there?”

“I’m Harry’s friend, Leslie. Sorry to bother you. I didn’t know where he went.”

Harry’s breaths were rapid as he stared down at the pretty woman he was inside of. He’d totally forgotten about Leslie.

“Uh… I think he left? Maybe? Not sure hon! I’m in the middle of something and…” she didn’t know how to get rid of the girl. She didn’t want to be rude but she was truly very much in the middle of something. Something very good. She was just thankful that the door was locked.

Harry slowly began thrusting again as he kept his eyes on Y/n’s, holding himself up over her.

“That’s okay! Sorry! I’ll be leaving. Just tell Harry I will talk to him later!”

The smirk on Harry’s face as he began to press in harder had Y/n’s tummy on fire, or perhaps it was his lengthy cock pushing into her guts, “Thank fuck she’s gone. In the middle of losing my virginity here,” he laughed as he rocked his hips sharply and Y/n grunted at the harsh thud.

“Oooh… fuuu….” Y/n moaned with a smile as he did it again, “So good like that. You gonna fuck me a little harder now? Be a good boy and make it hurt a little.”

Harry was a good listener. Had always been. This time was no different. He began to plunge into her with a dizzying drag, forceful and trenchant. Just like she liked. Especially when it was Harry doing it.

“Like that? You want it like that?” He punctuated his words with each rut of his hips.

“Yeah, just like that,” she scraped her nails over his back and keened as her body was rocked upward on each of his thrusts, “How do you feel? Tell me what it’s like.”

Harry’s hips stuttered as he brought the cadence down so he could speak, “Fuck, it’s good. So fucking nice,” he wanted to say more about how it felt. Wanted to tell her he could do this with her forever and that her pussy was the only one he’d want to fuck from now on (he was sure of that). Wanted to blurt out that she was so pretty and how perfect they looked together. But he held back with the understanding that his lust was clouding the things his heart was feeling at that moment.

“Tell me mmm… oh yes! Right there!” She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from shouting loudly when Harry ground into her just right, not sure if Leslie was still in the house or not, “Tell me what it feels like inside of me.”

Harry’s panted words were slow and deep, “Like I’m gonna come harder than I ever have. It’s so warm and smooth. Gripping me so tight. Never want it to stop…” his hips smacked against hers as he moved into her with a hungry force.

Her mouth was wide open as her breaths were being knocked out of her lungs and her tits swayed under him.

Harry looked down at his sexy stepmom with her lusty face and body and he lowered down to wrap his lips around hers. She brought her legs over his back and pushed at his bottom with her heels to urge him deeper.

Using his forearms to hold himself up he rolled his hips into her slowing down his pace to make it last. He wanted to feel her like this for a little longer. He knew he could come soon.

Wet squelches between their bodies where they were connected and sliding together with no barriers and tiny creeks from the mattress filled the room. The sound of illicit sex. The sound of something happening that was so wrong that it was good. So good.

Y/n could tell Harry was going to come as his breaths heaved and his thighs trembled against her each time he pushed in, “Harry… you feel so good filling me up. I want to come too,” her words were panted as Harry sliced into her deeply and stilled his hips as he looked down at her.

“Want you to come too. What do you need, Y/n?” Harry’s chest rose and fell quickly as he pushed his thumb over her cheekbone.

“Is it okay if I get on top and ride you how I like? Always come when I get on top.”

Harry smiled and licked into her mouth for a good moment, pulling at her lips and grinding into her further so she could feel him as deep as he could possibly go before, pulling back and gently bringing her thighs down as she placed her feet flat onto the mattress.

Y/n sat up and ogled Harry’s body as he turned and moved to his side. She crawled over him, pushing him down to his back, and sat over her knees between his legs. She brushed her palms up his sturdy thighs up to his hips, never touching his throbbing prick before leaning over him and kissing his right thigh upward to the apex of his thigh and crotch, careful to leave him wanting. Repeating the same worship on his left thigh but taking a little time over the tiger tattoo. She looked up at him as she licked over the ink and then continued kissing her way up, devastatingly close to where he needed her. So close.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Harry. All of you,” she brushed her hands up over his laurels and to the butterfly that was rising and falling with his breath, “I’m surprised you haven’t found someone special already.” She praised. As she lowered her lips to his belly button he felt her hair ghost over his cock and whimpered.

Y/n smiled into his skin as she grazed her teeth gently upward to the butterfly licked around the lines before dotting hot kisses over his pecs, “Please… please…”

Raising her face and looking up at her stepson, “Please? What is it, baby? What do you need?” Her smirk was devious. Harry loved it. He fucking loved every single thing she was doing.

“Wanna feel you on top. Gonna burst.”

Lowering her lips back to his pecs she sucked a nipple passed her lips and nipped. Harry threw his head back into the pillow and coughed out a loud groan, “Ask me nicely. Like a good boy. You’ll get anything you want from me if you’re good, Harry.” Her words were breathed out over his skin and the spattering of chest hair. Her lips made their way up to the swallows.

“Please, ma’am. I want to feel you on top. If you… ffuck… please.”

Her grin did not disappear as she licked and pecked her way up to his neck, “I’m dripping for you, Harry. Such a sweet boy with such a big cock for me to play with. Isn’t that right?”

Harry was going to lose it. This was his fantasy. No. It was better than anything he imagined. Y/n was better. He loved being put in his place because most of the time no one ever challenged him. Or made him feel this way.

“Y…yes. Just for you.”

Y/n sat up and straddled him, placing her knees down on the mattress to the sides of his hips. Finally. She placed her messy cunt over his shaft and slid herself up toward his frenulum and down toward his base, “Just for me. That’s right. Gonna let me play with your cock and fuck myself on it and make myself come, yeah?”

Harry nodded frantically and placed his palms on her hips as she leaned forward and placed her hands over his pecs, “When I start to ride you I’m gonna go slow, up and down like this,” she demonstrated by repeating the motion of her hips, tilting her pelvis down and letting her clit drive up and down over him as she panted, “so I can keep my clit in contact with your pelvis and I’m gonna come pretty fast. I need you to let me come before you do. And if you want you can come inside of me. That’s up to you. Just let me know what you want.”

Harry nodded, “It’s okay if I come inside of you?”

“Yes, it is. Would love it if you did but it’s your choice in the end. Can come in my mouth again if you want, or my tits. Whatever you like.”

“Inside of you, please. That’s what I want.”

“Mmm… such a good boy,” she tilted herself down so her breasts ghosted over his chest as she kissed him softly, lips moving with his and small sips of tongue before she slowly sunk down over him. That same mouthwatering initial push of his wide tip into her opening snapped and then spread her apart, “Hhharry! Fuck your dick is so fucking good!”

He couldn’t speak. It was so intense. His fingers gripped her hips as she shifted over him slowly. Her nails pinched into the flesh over his muscled pectorals and he felt his balls tighten. Her moans and pretty mouth with her tongue peeking out had him leaking steadily with pre cum, “I’m trying…” he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Her tits swayed as she rode him and the way she felt on him had him tipping too fast, “Fuck… Want you to come first…”

She cooed and slowed her hips, sitting upright and changing the position of him inside of her. Deeper yet as she leaned back gently and looked down to where his cock was buried into her.

Harry chanced a peek, not wanting to miss it, and he was not ready for the sight. He groaned and brought one hand from her hip to her clit and then looked up at her before focusing back on the way his cock spread her pussy lips as he thumbed over her clit.

“My sweet boy. Just hang on. This feels so perfect. Just want to soak it in with you.” She lowered her hand over his fingers where he was circling over her button and she hissed, “Gonna make me come so hard Harry,” she swayed her hips back and forth, keeping herself upright so they could enjoy the lurid show of their connected bodies.

Currents of hot arousal coursed through her body as she clenched over him and felt his cock nudging her cervix. It was a tight fit but it had her body leaning into an orgasm.

She leaned back forward, Harry’s fingers pushed away as he placed his hand back onto her hip and she slid up and down, dragging her clit into his pelvis and her gasps and fluttering walls signaled to Harry she was coming.

He closed his eyes and felt sweat at his temple as he felt her squeezing and pulsing as she moaned his name and he felt her thighs shaking, “Yes… yes! Harry! I need you… need this… Hhaaarry… fuck! Fffuck!”

The mattress moved and creaked under Harry’s back as his stepmom got off on his cock and Harry was certain he was already filling her up with gushes of his pre-come. He was doing his best but he’d never experienced a cunt squeezing around him in orgasm. It was witchcraft and he was obsessed. He’d never be the same.

“Come! Harry, come inside of me baby…” she moaned as she continued rocking over him, everything slick and smooth between them.

Harry choked out the loudest moan and he was so far gone he couldn’t be bothered to care how vocal it was. He didn't care if anyone heard it. He was coming and his sight dimmed as he pumped into his stepmom’s pussy as she milked him with her spasming muscle. Together their moans were the music of relief.

Y/n could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of her as he released his sperm into her aching and slippery inner tissues. He was punching into her so deep from below her it made her quiver in euphoric pain. She leaned over him and attached their mouths as he finished himself inside of her. She grasped his head on each side, her fingers in his thick hair to keep his head tilted up so their lips could move together.

He'd come undone completely. Tears pricked at his eyes and slid down his cheeks as he whined into her mouth and attempted to kiss her in return. He moved his hands to her ass and pressed her down as he lifted his hips so he could burrow in deep causing her to gasp and then squeak at the punishing plunge.

“Fuck, Harry!”

They were both shivering and heaving and kissing with saliva-covered lips and moans and wildly beating hearts.

When he’d calmed he sucked in a sharp breath as she collapsed over him and snuggled her face into his neck. They were sweaty and sticky and hot but it felt precious and perfect.

Harry closed his eyes and basked in the way Y/n felt on top of him, her warm breath at his neck, her wet pussy soothing his softening cock as his heart calmed. He dragged his hands up from her bottom to her back and rubbed along her spine, the pads of his fingers slipping through the layer of sweat that had formed.

He felt her lips pucker at his neck and then her nose push upward until her lips were at his jaw and then she pushed up to look down at him.

“Are you okay?”

Harry couldn’t imagine not being okay as long as he was getting fucked like that. But the issue was that Y/n was not just some girl he could date and then fall in love with. There would be no possibility of them being together. In fact, he was unsure that this would ever happen again and that had his heart sinking before he could even answer her.

She noticed the look of unease over his features and she swiped at his cheeks with her thumbs, “Hey… what’s wrong? I’m sorry, was that-“

“No. That was everything I ever wanted it to be. It was perfect, Y/n. I’m… fine. I’m okay. Just thinking.”

She nodded as she moved herself off of him and lay on her side to talk to him. He followed her and rolled to his side, his hands not leaving her hips, not yet ready to be rid of this moment.

“Tell me. What are you thinking about it? You can talk to me.” Her fingers brushed over his arms and up to his shoulders as she watched his glassy eyes closely.

Harry smiled sadly and shook his head, “It’s stupid. It’s not your problem.”

Y/n sighed and lifted her leg to drape her thigh over his, “Talk to me. Please. We just did something very risky and now we’re treading in dangerous water. Let’s keep open with each other. Okay? Because there’s no one else to talk to about this,” she grazed her knuckles along his cheekbone, “Pretty boy. Please talk to me.”

He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes to gather the thoughts brimming from his head.

“I don’t know how I’m ever gonna forget about this and move on.” He opened his eyes to look at her and slowly smoothed his palm over her side and to her breast, “I really like you. I’m feeling things that maybe I shouldn’t.”

Y/n nodded and swallowed. She loved the way his fingers ghosted over her nipple and how glassy his green eyes were, how gentle, “Me too.”

He blinked his eyes, all shiny eyelids and damp lashes covering and then revealing his pretty irises, “You do? Feel things?”

She grinned and closed her eyes. It felt like a lot. She wasn’t in love with him or anything and this had been a mistake for sure. An epic error. But she was feeling something. His warmth and his heart and his excitement. It transferred over to her veins and her skin and the roots of her hair and sparked a longing for something. When she opened her eyes again she licked her lips, “Yeah. I like you a lot. Wouldn’t have gotten this far if I didn’t.”

“Would you… consider doing it again? With me? Like,” he clenched his jaw and brought his hand up to her clavicle, “a thing just for us. Our secret?”

He was sure she’d say no.

Biting her lips she lifted herself and pulled Harry’s bottom arm under her head so she could draw in closer to him. She just wanted to be as close as possible. She brought her hand to lie flat over his heart and tilted her head back to look up at him, her thigh still braced over his hip. He moved his hand down her body to the back of her thigh as she adjusted herself in close.

“It’s so bad. What we’ve just done. It crosses a line. So many invisible lines,” she whispered as she traced her finger upward to his neck, “But… I guess I don’t care. Because I wanna keep doing it. I guess that makes me a terrible person.”

Stitching his brows together he frowned, “You’re a beautiful person, Y/n. So kind and smart,” he squeezed her hip and pulled her up to his mouth so he could kiss her. His stepmom, his lover, his paramour. He pulled back, his nose pressed to hers, “If you’re a terrible person then I’m right there with you. Let’s be terrible people together.”

They both laughed at Harry’s words and grinned widely.

It was ludicrous. A wild suggestion to continue their illicit affair. Of course, it would be easy. Too easy. That is as long as no one ever found out.

“Do I have you for the rest of the day?” Y/n tucked herself in closer as she asked.

“That you do. And I think there’s so much more for you to teach me. Might be a really late night for us.”

“Oh definitely, until the wee hours. So many things you need to learn before I let you leave.”

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[lipglossanon]

Hi! Me again!

So I’m not sure if you’ve seen this “mama’s boy” audio on tiktok but I’ve seen a few edits with RE2 Leon to this song and omg it fits so well 🥹

And it immediately got me thinking about Leon being reader’s son and he loves his momma so much and always goes to her for comfort even though he’s an adult :((

When he has a bad day he sits on your lap even though he doesn’t fit in it like he used to and nuzzles into your neck because he trusts his mommy so much. And he cries on your shoulder and you pet his hair and coo at him so he slowly starts relaxing mumbling about how much he loves you 🥹

TW for incest and lactation in the next part.

You were hesitant when he first asked to suck on your titties to calm down but you’ve grown to love it and he always nurses from you because he’s addicted to it and since you’re such a good mommy you give him what he asks for. He’s latched to your breast and is sucking on your nipples like he’s dying from thirst, and you just keep petting his hair calling him a good boy and he’s crying from all the sensations :((

Sometimes he’s a bit rough on your nipples but since he learned his lessons when you banned him from tits for a week he doesn’t do it as much anymore. But sometimes when he’s sucking so hard and there’s a lot of milk and you’re praising him while he’s at it he cums in his pants and he’s soooo embarrassed about it :((

I’m sorry if that was too unhinged but the thought wouldn’t leave my mind 😵‍💫

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🦭 anon, your thoughts are never too unhinged! 😉

And yessss 👏 👏 this lowkey makes me wanna write stepson Leon 😵‍💫

😩 and stepson Leon paired with lactation kink!!!!! I am (s)creaming 🤭 🥵

🦭 anon, you’re cooking right now 😌 and it’s making me think thoughts 👀 👀

[harrysmimi]

We All Make Mistakes

Synopsis: Harry finds himself lucky as his new neighbour is sweet enough to baby sit his daughter

Word count: 12k+

TW ⚠️: mentions of death and loss of loved one, mentions of anxiety and depression. Mentions of child loss. Mentions of pretty big age gap between Harry and YN. If of this bothers you please do not read this.

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It was never easy to be a parent. Especially a single parent.

It's been about eight months Shyloh was born and Harry still finds it difficult to have a tiny human depended upon him. He would not want the other way even in his dreams, the exhaustion, smelling like poop, pee and puke and baby formula, sleepless nights and having play rave nights with the little angel, it all seemed to be worth it to see the little dimply smile appearing on her pretty face and hear her squeal.

It was very difficult from the very beginning for Harry though, his boss was nice enough let him work from home for the first four months and he was allowed to take his baby to work, they had dedicated day care at their office for working parents. Harry was able to go see her whenever he wanted and whenever he could. As Shyloh was getting bigger, she no longer just had her formula and played with herself and went to sleep, no, no, she was needing more attention now. Harry never hated even a single moment he spent playing with her but it was nice to get some rest for himself.

It would have been so much more easier if her mum would have decided to stick around and not abandon him and their daughter, but he couldn't force her to stay when she never wanted to.

Harry and his wife were together for eight years and married for six out of those eight. Their pregnancy wasn't planned but Harry couldn't be happier with the news that he is going to be a dad, have a family with someone who he loved so much. But his wife wasn't happy at all.

Harry still till this day did not know why she went on with the pregnancy if she wanted to just up and ditch, well, it kind of did turned out she has been cheating on him for years. He still believed the baby was his, told her it was her body and he would be there by her side no matter what her decision would be, but she still went through everything never making him the part of any of the doctor's appointments. He was lucky enough, he thought that she let him be in the labour and delivery room and witness his first child being born.

He was extremely heart broken that she never even wanted to see their daughter's face, as soon as she was given the green flag from her doctor she just left. Last time he saw her was month after in court to get a divorce, and had their properties divided according their individual investments. They had a child involved and upon the DNA testing it was proved that Shyloh was actually his daughter and his ex-wife did not wanted to have to do anything with him or the little girl. It was very hard for him to process everything, be there for Shyloh and continue work so he can provide for his baby. He own another flat where he moved when things started going bad with his ex-wife, and now he lives there with his daughter

Harry did everything in his power to give his Shyloh a comfortable life, read many books and articles about parenting, talked to his friends and family about how he can at least be a decent dad for his baby. But nothing could guide him through tiny little details like when she was grumpy what the reason behind that? Was she hurting? Was she sad that her dad wouldn't be there for as much? As she was switching onto more solids food, she'd have more upset tummy. It all comes with trials and errors, Harry figured she was very severely allergic to tree nuts, especially peanuts once he was starting to give her tiny amounts of fruit smoothies with other purees.

It took him a whole week to figure out that the reason of her being so tired and sleepy after breakfast was sugar crash from the little amounts breakfast smoothies he made for her. They weren't that sweet but he reckoned her stomach probably the size of her own tiny hand and it would be a lot to for her to process all the sugar, though it was all natural. He had called his mum and talked to her pediatrician to help navigate him through her diet.

It was very difficult when she started teething at just five months old, she had fever, upset tummy and what not and everything leading her to be grumpy most of the time. She'd only stop crying or whining when he would have her in his arms and walk around the house until she was in deep sleep, she wasn't even allowed to sit until she was asleep.

He always wondered how other parents described their children as very easy going and not grumpy at all. He had so many questions about his own parenting skills. He had to make peace with himself that he was doing everything in his power to learn and grow as a father.

It wasn't always the grumpy the sick times for Harry and Shyloh. Though Shyloh was completely opposite of her name, she was very chaotic especially after she learned to that she could babble and try to communicate with her father. When she started to turn over her tummy on her own Harry felt the proudest seeing her first successful accomplishment. But that just lead more to her chaos, she learned to drag herself anywhere she wanted with her elbow and swimming on the floor pushing her tiny body with her knees. She didn't knew how to crawl properly but oh lord she was so fast!

Harry had to spend a hefty sum of money to get his flat baby proofed after seeing that. He was very glad that he did because now Shyloh had really learned to crawl and through things and chase after them as they tumbled away from her, squealing and babbling in her own language she had made on her own.

All this while long, Harry had a really nice neighbour move in just next door. She was like an angel when Harry felt like he almost had it all when Shyloh wouldn't stop crying as he came back home from a long day at work. He wanted to cry like a baby himself.

"Hey, what's wrong, why is your baby crying?" He heard his neighbour say.

"I don't know, maybe she is hungry, and she is very sleepy." Harry said trying to unlock the damn door.

"Do you mind if I help?" She asked grabbing his attention.

He turned around to see a very gorgeous woman stood there in her baby blue scrubs, he reckoned she must be a doctor or a nurse.

"It doesn't look like she is sleepy. I am a doctor if, it's okay with you I'm more than happy to help." She offered. Shyloh had turned very red from all her crying, she just couldn't keep herself from being very ethical and examining someone at their door step and not in her office.

"Plea — please!" He sighed and quickly unbuckle his baby in her car seat. The girl was quick to take her out. Harry almost gasped as Shyloh stopped crying, all it took was to have her held faced down with her tummy pressed against the doctor's arm. He didn't know but he felt the safest having her handle his child than himself trying. The way she held Shyloh with her head cradled just between her elbow. Shy looked very cute like that, with her chubby cheek smooshed against the doctor's arm.

"It looks like she just has a bit of gas but she'll be fine." The doctor chuckled, "just give her the usual dose of her gripe water."

"Oh, I don't, I don't have that. What, what is that?" He felt so embarrassed to ask that question.

"It's supposed to help with digestion, how — I am sorry I can't really help you here I might get in trouble — how old is she?" She didn't seem to judge him for not knowing what that thing she just named was.

"Almost eight months. She'll be eight months old in exactly eleven days from today." Harry shared.

"I was just going to work if you want to bring her down to the hospital, so I can assist you with what you can do. If not then it's totally fine but make sure you take her to her pediatrician soon." She said.

"Yeah, yeah sure. I just want her to feel okay now." He rushed.

Shyloh was completely calm the whole five minutes drive to the nearest hospital where the doctor worked at. He remembered he did not got her name. Shyloh just held onto his blazer tightly with her head rested on his chest.

"It's okay love, you'll be fine yeah? Daddy is where with you." He smiled at her before pressing a kiss on her chubby cheek.

Upon the visit to the doctor's, he learned his neighbour doctor was assistant and he felt safer that she introduced him to a very well experienced doctor who checked Shyloh, asking if she is allergic to anything or not and general questions, doctor told his assistant what to do and left in hurry. Harry looked at his neighbour — or he should say Doctor now — worried.

"Don't worry, I apologise Dr. Smith have an emergency surgery to assist so he had to rush but you don't have to worry." She assured him.

"Yeah, thank you." He nodded watching her do a thorough check-up on his baby, "do I really have to be worried about something?"

"Nope," doctor looked up at him with a very assuring look, "she just have an upset stomach for now we'll just give her gripe water like I said." She explained, "you can pick up the prescription from the pharmacy. 5ML should be the dose."

"Thank you so much." Harry felt relieved, "is she supposed to have the gripe water before or after her meals?"

"It doesn't matter, you can give it to her anytime she has an upset stomach or when babies are colicky — it is not something be too worried about, it's when babies inhale a lot of air. It happens with completely fine babies too. And she is very healthy." Doctor seemed very good at explaining him what is going on with his baby. "You can check her tummy if it feels tight and it is followed by fussiness, it's probably upset stomach, gas or colic."

He watched carefully taking very detailed mental notes on what the doctor was talking about, she'd shown him a little trick to check if his baby is gassy or not, just by pressing her finger very gently over her tummy (which he found adorably sad that it made Shyloh squirm in giggles as it tickled it).

"In her case, she is teething so it is common for her feel this way." She added, checking on her gums.

"How many times can I give this, this gripe water to her in a day?" He asked.

"It is usually recommended about four to six time in 24 hours." She answered. He had few more follow up questions he wanted to asked.

"I am sorry if I am asking too many questions, but is it really safe? Her pediatrician said that some syrups and tonics make babies very sleepy and more grumpy." He hesitated.

"It's totally fine, we're here to help you. But yeah, it is safe. It's technically not a syrup or a tonic. But yeah, I would recommend you pay a visit to her doctor as this is something we have recommended to make her feel better for now. Maybe her doctor will recommend a different brand of gripe water or some alternatives which she would better handle."

Harry listened to her very carefully, he wasn't going to miss out any word she was saying. But it made the doctor sort of nervous talking about what he was asking.

"Oh okay, thank you so much." He picked up Shyloh from the check-up bed.

After that Shyloh slept peacefully. Harry was glad that she was feeling better that she slept like a baby, quite literally!

He'd made sure to take her to her pediatrician the very next day and plan out just a perfect diet for her, though she still had her formula. He was more relieved when her doctor confirmed it was very safe and nice option for Shyloh to give her the gripe water. It works wonders Harry had realised, and especially on his baby!

He was so thankful for his neighbour doctor that he really made her some cookies as a thank you gesture. This time he managed to get her first name instead of just last name.

He wondered how he hardly saw her, he remembered someone moving in the flat just right in front of his two months before Shyloh was born. Well, she is a doctor what does he except really? She must be working 24 hour long shifts and it is pretty self explanatory why he never saw her like he saw their other neighbours.

Harry was more surprised to see his boss visiting his neighbour a couple of day later, he learned that she is his daughter. Her father was the owner and CEO of the law firm he had been working at from past ten years.

He wasn't involved in any gossips around the office but he knew that his boss' oldest child was sixteen. He did talked about his kids around the office, Harry knew because he has been promoted to upper level post where he was in direct contact with his boss. It was then when his boss had forced him to go have dinner with them at YN's.

He didn't know if she was uncomfortable having him over or her having her dad over, but she did not mind having Shyloh over and played with her whilst his boss talked his ears out about this case they were working on.

"Uhhh, Baba, I am sure it's Shyloh's bed time can we just cut it short? I've got work in the morning." She interrupted their conversation.

"You work on Fridays now?" He asked.

"Yeah!" She nodded.

"Are you going to the court tomorrow as well?" He asked.

"Yeah." And she nodded again.

"Okay." The man nodded, stood up, grabbed his car keys from the coffee table and just left. Without saying a simple bye to his daughter sitting there right in front of him. YN sighed.

"I think I should leave now, I am sorry to be a trouble." Harry apologised trying to take Shyloh who was sat comfy on YN's lap, playing with her necklace.

"It's okay really," she smiled her assuring smile, "I just wasn't expecting him to come over, but I do not mind having you two over. My father is just like that, he just shows up out nowhere eats the food I make and just leaves. I guess he likes to have a home cooked meal sometimes." She shared.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Harry felt bad for her. "I couldn't say no to him as he is my boss."

"It's understandable, he is my dad afterall." She chuckled softly, "that's why I really can't say no to him too."

"He said you don't work on Fridays?" He asked.

"No, I have Fridays and Saturdays off. The shifts change every three to six months in my hospital." She explained.

"That sounds very tiring." He said, "but thank you so doing what you're doing you know, Shyloh and I slept like babies that night."

"Ah! No, thank you really for saying that, we don't often hear people saying that." Her face turned flush. "I, I apologise, but do not see her mum around?"

"She doesn't want to be around so it's just me and Shyloh." He did not felt bad or sad to share that now, he have accepted that if her mum really wanted to stay she would have and he is trying to be enough for his daughter.

"She seems very happy." YN smiled looking down at a tired Shyloh flashing her big green eyes at her, almost falling asleep. And she shied away smiling.

"I hope she is, try my best everyday."

"You could really do so much with what you know, it's okay to make mistakes and rectify them along the way. She's your first child you'll get the hang of it as she grows up. Parenting is not easy. I see most first time parents panic or feel anxious, even parents who've had kids before." She assured him.

"You seem very experienced with babies I saw that night. I know it must be very stupid of me to say because you work with them," he rushed.

"Nah it's good, I have been working with infants for just about two years now. But I have little half siblings I looked after since I was eight years old." She shared, "I like to think I am pretty decent at my job." She had a proud smile on her pretty face, as she should.

"I would agree, she stopped crying immediately."

"Something my grandma taught me as I said I used to look after my siblings." She bragged proudly, "babies really like being held like that."

"I don't know if I should ask you this but your dad mentioned something about the court, is everything alright?" Harry enquired.

"Yeah, just hearing for some work." She shared vaguely.

"Oh please let me know if you need any help with anything." He offered, noticed that Shyloh was fast asleep holding tightly onto YN's hoodie in her fist, mouth agape as she drooled on the fabric.

"I am so sorry about that." He chuckled sheepishly taking his daughter.

"I work at a hospital, almost nothing disgusts me now it's okay!" YN giggled watching how comfortable Shyloh looked, it was adorable.

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From that night, Harry and YN have been very good friends.

Especially Shyloh, she loves YN so much she would ditch her own dad to be held by the girl who lives next door and snuggle her.

Harry and Shyloh were always invited to YN's for meals, which Harry was very grateful for although he did not understand how she did everything. Her house was always squeaky clean and she always managed to cook for herself though she had to be working 24 hours a day some times!

YN had even offered Harry that she could baby Shyloh for him seeing how stressed he was leaving his flat. He did not wanted to bother her as Shyloh was getting more and more rowdy as she was growing up. But it wasn't until he had to go to court for work and he had fired the baby sitter the day before for being ignorant at her job. He had called his mum asking if she could take in Shyloh for a the day as he does not want to take her to the court with him, he wasn't even sure if he could do that. His mum was busy and his older sister was out of town. That's when he decided to fake in YN's offer and leave his baby with her. He trusted her enough because one; she was a doctor and she knew more than him, and two; Shyloh loves YN.

The baby was napping in her automatic swing when Harry was finally able to gather all his nerves and go knock on her door. He needed to be on time and he could not loose this case as it was the biggest and most important case of his career. He could get promoted and get a raise, all he could think of it that he would be able to provide his daughter with a more comfortable life!

He checked up on the girlie before heading out. He saw YN by her door unlocking the door, her bag hanging from her shoulder. She was wearing blue scrubs today, her hair tied in a messy braid; she looked very tired and that gave him more anxiety.

"Hey!" She was the first to notice him, "you alright?"

"Hi, ye — yeah!" He nodded taking in a sharp breath, his clammy hands went up to rub against his pants, "I, I, I was just going to knock and ask if you could take in Shyloh for, for, for a few hours. But looks like you had a long shift."

"Oh, it's fine I can baby sit her." She sounded more energetic than she looked.

"It's fine, you, you look very tired. I'll just figure something else out." He said.

"Ummm, it's okay, if you want I can still look after her. Do you have anywhere to go urgent?"

"Yeah, I've got to go to court for a case." He explained, "I don't want to take her, I don't even know if I can take her in the first place."

"Okay, if it's not urgent give me thirty, I need to change out of dirty scrubs." She agreed.

"Are you really sure?" He enquired.

"Yes I am sure!" She assured him.

"Okay, thank, thank you!" He stuttered with a smile.

For the day she had Shyloh with her and she was very tame for rhe entire time she was alone with YN. Harry did not wanted to be rude but he had cameras installed in his house to keep a check on Shyloh's other baby sitter, he felt guilty to check the live status on his phone during his break. He was very relieved seeing YN was giving Shyloh her lunch and they played afterwards.

YN very much enjoyed her day with Shyloh. She loves kids and babies that's why she chose her career to be around them. Yes, little humans can be very annoying but they are just very new to the world and they're learning from the moment they are out of the womb. Shyloh was very sweet rhe entire day though, she ate, she napped, she played and made YN chase her around the house but it was fine with her!

Harry had texted YN as soon as he left and thanked her, making a mental note to thank her again in person. He was so happy that he had won the case for his client and he was sure that he is going to get the promotion. By the time he was home Shyloh was already done having her dinner, with food all over her lips, her arms. He swore he even saw a few bits in her hair too, Harry laughed seeing her all messy she looked very adorable that made him want to die!

His giggles caught YN attention as she was picking up the bits of food from the floor which his daughter had dropped, or threw as it should be put. Shyloh was perched up on her high chair, her face lit up on seeing her dad.

"Dadda, Dadda, Dadda!" She started chanting banging her hands on the high chair in excitement, wanting to be hold by her dear Dadda immediately.

"Hello my little baby love!" Harry cooed as he walked up to his world and made sure to smile at YN who looked so much in awe seeing their bond. He scooped his baby up in his arms not caring that his black dress shirt would be covered in food as well, he took off her bib so she can snuggle into him. Shyloh was showered with affection and kisses making her hide away shyly into her dad's neck.

"Hey, you don't have to do that." Harry said seeing YN going to clean up the table of the high chair. "Thank you so much for looking after her, I don't know how I can pay you for that!"

"You don't have to, it's all fine," she smiled as she kept the roll of paper towels aside. "I, uhh, I made dinner for you as well so you don't have to worry about it."

"YN, you really didn't had to do that. Now I really owe you!" that made Harry's heart sore.

He hadn't had anyone care for him that way, even though it was meant in a very friendly way, it was just his mum and sister who thought about him like that. He really didn't know how he can pay her back for that. She is just too and sweet.

"You don't, I loved spending my day with her." YN told him, "she is pretty tired so she'll go to sleep anytime now."

"Yeah, looks like it." He looked at her daughter who was staring at YN in awe and most adorable smile. "Do you mind staying for dinner?"

He cringed at how that question sounded, "I mean that's the least I can do as you had to look after her all day."

"I would like to," she admitted not thinking much about how his question sounded, "but I've got plans with my best friend, I can't really turn her down as we haven't seen each other in a long time."

"I understand." He nodded, "but thank you so much again."

"You're making me feel bad now Harry with all your thank yous, and you're welcome!" She said, a little firmness in her tone earned a soft chuckle from him. "I should get going now, have a good night."

"Good night, YN!"

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It was that day onwards that YN would very often see baby Shyloh.

Both of them have became really good friends over time, she even helped him plan Shyloh's first birthday party. It was all balloons and Frozen themed, now Harry had came to conclusion that his daughter is obsessed with the movie, because when she is grumpy it is Frozen or she won't stop her crying. And it was a pain in ass to decorate his big ass flat for the party in celebration of his baby turning into a toddler now.

Shyloh now being able to walk and run around made everything even harder for Harry, she would not listen to him but only to his mum and YN who were there to help him.

Past four months were very happy and joyful for him more than being filled with stress and anxiety. He wasn't going to deny that he had really started to fall for someone again, but he didn't know if he wanted anything. Yes, as stupid as it sounds, Harry really liked YN, a lot!

She had her own fair share of struggle like him, it came up through their random conversations after Harry would get back home and Shyloh was off to bed. She was going through a divorce as well when she moved into her flat next door to him. Was it really bad he connected with her on that topic?

He didn't know, but he gave her kudos for going through that like a champ. He was crying mess for the first three months before Shyloh was born and she had taken away a fair bit of his sadness away just by existing and giving him the honour to be her father. That also made him want to keep his growing feelings to himself, she wouldn't want to have to deal with anyone romantically after getting out of a relationship.

All he saw that was she was very nice and kind to him, especially to his daughter who will always be his number one priority. That was enough for him. He wished he could have full control over his feelings!

YN felt very out of place at Shyloh's first birthday party, she looked a bit zoned out as she stood in a corner sipping her lemonade. Shyloh had her little cousins over for her party and had forgotten about everyone as she indulged in her play date with her cousins. Harry's mum and sister were around the kids so he approached YN.

"Hey, you okay?" He worried seeing her eyes extra glossy.

"Yeah, just a little tired." She shared.

Well, that was new. At least to him it was. YN always denied to be ever tired and today she was admitting to be one. She is a human after all what was he expecting, her to not ever be tired?

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "but do you at least want to stay till dinner?"

"I don't want to intrude," shaking her head she set her empty cup on the counter by the sink, "I am just going to go see her give her the presents and go."

"You're not intruding anything." He told her, "please?"

"Harry, are you sure about that?" she asked a little concerned.

She was a little out of place with her thoughts. YN really enjoyed her time with Shyloh even though it meant nothing more than being her baby sitter. For her the little girl always held a special place in her heart, not even just Shyloh but all of her tiny patients as well. Though it was a little difficult for her as she lost her own baby girl who suffered with sever bad conditions, she was born 16 weeks early. Though she had chances to live and YN was in and out of consciousness too it was her ex-husband who made the decision to stop the treatments and surgeries required to help their baby survive. Her little girl had the highest rates of surviving and she'd be three years old today going off to school already. Her and her ex-husband ended up getting into a huge fight over it.

Well, she was the mother of the baby who died in front of her it was not easy for her and she was willing to do any and everything needed to make her baby healthy. YN knew she wanted to be a mother though her pregnancy wasn't planned and a total surprise, she was still very ecstatic to be a mum herself. That's what ended her perfectly healthy relationship with her husband as she felt so guilty for not being enough for the baby she decided to bring into the world, also him not finding it important enough to at least talk to her before taking any major decisions. It really sucked and still does!

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "you really okay YN? You look a little lost..."

"Yeah, I, I, I'm good." She lied because she would have to talk about things making her upset today, also she didn't wanted to ruin his day as it's his daughter's first birthday after all. And she didn't liked to talk about it because talking made it worse.

"I don't believe you," he squinted his eyes suspiciously.

"I promise, I just need some rest really," she assured him.

"Okay, I won't force you then," he smiled.

Harry looked extra handsome today, with an extra layer of glow over his face. His dimples never leaving his pretty face, barely there stubble which seemed to be his new look. He was rather very happy today as it was one of his daughter's accomplishments, than dwelling in sadness that his little princess is growing up so fast.

YN gave into Harry's puppy eyes and stayed until the cake cutting, she just stood to a side and watched. Harry was on his knees as he held up a small cake and very hyper Shyloh against his chest. He helped her blow out the candle. It did not take even a second for Shyloh to smash the cake and pick out a fist of frosting and cake to munch on.

Harry was sure she is going to have a bad sugar crash, but it was all excused today!

The other cake was cut up and given to the kids, they were mainly Shyloh's little cousins. The party was calmed down a little as all the kids were either asleep or halfway asleep. Shyloh herself was all cuddled up against her grandma Anne on the sofa, bundled up in her fuzzy blanket.

"Harry?" YN called, he was talking to his own cousins but he'd excuse himself, "I'm really sorry I have to go now, my friend's here and we had plans to stay in and stuff."

"Oh okay," he nodded.

Okay now that was not the reaction he was expecting to have. But who is this friend? He is jealous already?

"See you tomorrow for breakfast?" He asked with hopeful glaze to his eyes. Now meeting up for breakfast at each others flats was a very recurring event for both of them.

"Definitely," she nodded.

Harry walked YN to the door like he always does even though she lives right next door to him.

"Finally you're here, I've been standing here for an hour!" YN's friend exclaimed dramatically, with a sarcasm coating her tone. It earned a giggle from her. It's been not more than a couple of minutes really.

Now Harry was very shocked to see her friend. It was Laura, his ex-wife's little sister! He didn't wanted to panic as it was just her sister. And Laura didn't had much of a good relationship with her older sister, she didn't even show up for their wedding, so Harry doesn't think there should be any issues with seeing her.

"Harry?" Laura was of course a little surprised to see him.

"Hey Laura," he smiled awkwardly.

"You guys know each other?" YN was stood there confused.

"Yeah, he is Blake's ex husband." Laura explained which made things more awkward.

"Okay let's not talk about it, it was nice seeing you Laura," Harry said.

"Yeah," the blonde said.

YN was very grateful for Harry closing in door as the awkward vibes were too strong from where she stood.

"That was rude!" YN pointed out.

"Yeah, he is sort of rude!" Laura rolled her eyes.

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you idiot!" YN opened the door to her flat and they both stepped in.

"What? Is there something going on with you two?" Laura asked, a little teasing lilt to her tone.

"No, why would you think that?" YN got defensive.

"I mean, he's a nice guy I didn't liked him for my sister. Mainly because my sister was a total bitch to him." She explained, plopped down on the sofa.

"What actually happened?" YN enquired.

"She was cheating on him, it got all nasty, their baby was Paternity tested turned out she was indeed Harry's baby. But it did not ended well. She cheated on him with a much younger guy," Laura explained. Though YN has never met Blake but she's heard nothing but bitchy and bad things about her from her sister.

"Oh that's bad!" YN cringed at what Harry's ex-wife did.

"I know," Laura nodded.

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It was the very next day, YN was invited for breakfast at Harry's.

It was a disaster!

"Shyloh, no!" Harry sighed but the girl picked up toys from from the box and threw them around and waddled away fast from her father. She was being very cheeky today, making a mess out of all the toys she have.

Harry was proud of himself that he haven't had her open her presents yet. It would be war zone in his living room. He was just trying to clear her toys out of the way so he wouldn't accidentally step on them and break them.

"Hello," YN said, she was greeted by Shyloh already holding her hands up for the lady to pick her up. So YN did. She indeed is a little princess and have everyone wrapped around her tiny finger.

"I'm so sorry everything is a mess," Harry rushed into the kitchen to save his already burnt pancake. At least an attempt went into saving the poor little pancake.

"Please don't burn down your house," YN called from living room smelling the burnt pancake.

"I won't," he assured her.

Harry looked adorable with a yellow floral printes apron tied around his neck and waist, over a simple white tshirt and grey sweat pants. It was very rare for YN that she got to see him casuals or comfy wear, he is always dressed for work, or semi formal for most of the time.

Same went for her. Harry have mostly seen her in scrubs (except for when she is handling Shyloh or baby sitting her), YN's always in baggy hoodie and her staple black pair of sweat pants. But today she was wearing a flowy long, dress. Very summery. She had her hair styled up in a bun at the back of her head, like she is all ready and dressed up to go somewhere. Now Harry didn't wanted to be creepy and ask why she is so dressed up, he didn't had an explanation to back up his weird question. So, he stuck with just admiring her.

He was always amazed at how she was so good at handling Shyloh. Well she do have a ton of younger siblings so she must have practice. But right now she have Shyloh in her lap as her and Harry had their breakfast, she wasn't bothered by the toddlers germy hands grabbing her food as she helped herself. Shyloh did not wanted to be put down so she can play by herself like she usually does, she really likes hanging around YN it looks like.

"You really find the time for yourself and your family huh?" Harry brought up a conversation starter.

"Yeah, since my divorce about 18 months ago it's been easier to manage the time well," she shared.

And it has been. YN was always busy with her own home, and going for her residency program, being with her then husband. She had a whole house to take care of though her ex-husband did helped her around. He had four dogs who needed to be walked two times a day, since YN lived with him, she willingly had taken up the responsibility to walk the dogs once a day.

Also there was a lot of toll been taken on her, emotionally, mentally and physically after her child loss. Though her step mum and her mother-in-law convinced her and her ex-husband to stay together for about two years, it did not worked out. But since then she has been able to make time for her own self care, go put with her coworkers or her only friend, occasionally go see her grandma at her resting place or siblings. Also keep up with her job!

She had gotten her life back together like a pro, she preferred to say.

"I understand," Harry smiled, he truly did understand her.

Now Harry was contemplating whether or not he should make the move to ask YN out on a date. He really liked her, like a lot!

He just didn't wanted to ruin the friendship they both had.

After hearing that YN has finally gotten her life back together and has been doing amazing on her own, he did not wanted to get her into another romantic commitment. He'd feel very bad and guilty. He has had enough time in his opinion to get in terms with his heartbreak and his own divorce, he also did not wanted to assume that she would have been too!

"What do you think a 10 year old would dream of to get on his birthday?" She asked.

"It depends on what that 10 year old is interested in," Harry shrugged.

"He is really into those Batman and Superman things. DC to be exact." YN shared.

"Then it could be anything. I know it makes everything harder, but as a 10 year old I always wanted a Batman costume." He smiled sheepishly.

"Ahh interesting," she nodded already looking to be running equations to find a perfect birthday present.

"Who is this ten year old by the way?" He was stuffing his face with pancakes as he was super hungry.

"My brother," YN said. Harry just nodded.

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Harry was glad he didn't talked to YN about his feelings that day. Now it's been a couple of weeks. She's also been very busy with work where as he had more free time on his hands.

As universe seem to hate him, his ex-wife had showed up at door just that same day asking if she could see Shyloh or not.

He is really not going to let her see his baby this easily. For fucks sake, she didn't even know what the child was named!

Luckily Shyloh was put down for her mid afternoon nap so he got time on his hand to take care of the situation. Harry isn't really going to separate his baby from her mother, but she is a bitch which is given. He had very mixed feelings about it. He talked to his mum, his dad, his sister even his friends about it. All of them gave him vague answers which made his thoughts go extra wild. At last he let Blake see Shyloh for one hour under his supervision. He still had a soft spot for her, at last he have lived her for nearly a decade!

She seemed happy to see Shyloh, or at least that's what it looked to be. His mum was nice enough to go with him so she can take the baby with her whilst he talked to Blake.

"What do you want Blake?" He aske.

"I just want to see her, I, I know I fucked up real bad. But, but, I just want you to know I am very sorry for what I did." She explained.

"That wouldn't change the first year of my daughter's life without her mother, Blake, that's one shit of an excuse." He was very firm with what he had set his mind on, "now what's the reason for you coming back?"

All he got was silence in answer.

"That's enough of an answer for me," he sighed. It was very obvious the guy have dumped her, "I don't want you around my daughter and I'm going to make that very clear here. At least until she is old enough to understand what's good and bad for her."

"You can't just take her away from me, I am her parent too!" She argued.

"You lost that right the moment you left the hospital not even a day after giving birth to her." He said.

"I'll go to court," she threatened him. Or at least tried to.

"Whatever you please," with that he had left the park and went back home to take time for himself. Shyloh was with her Grandma Anne having a fun day shopping, she was also going to get her first hair cut today.

Well, that plan of not caring even if Blake wants to take matters to court again was scratched. Harry did not had a strong enough proof to be able to keep his daughter away from her legally. He would have to prove that she is not a fit parents for her. There might be an argument that she decided to hand over the entire custody of Shyloh to Harry but she can always change her mind.

Blake have seen Shyloh all for two more times after the park. Both the times were a huge disaster with Shyloh not wanting to go anywhere near her own mother and was clung to her dad all the time.

Harry was coming back home from work late luckily YN was able to take in Shyloh last moment. He was hoping she is already asleep so he can just go to bed as well. As it should be given by now, universe hates him Blake was waiting for him down stairs. Her body language screamed awkward.

"Can I help you with anything?" He asked her.

"Can I see Shy?" She asked. Harry just sighed and told her go with him.

"Hey, I'm back," Harry announced like usual as he opened the door to his flat. He found Shyloh fast asleep on YN's chest who was almost falling asleep herself, they were both bundled up on the sofa. Now Blake's presence did not affected the way he found the scene the most adorable scene. Shyloh looked carefree, like she is sleeping on her sacred safe place.

Harry really sometimes got jealous of how close Shyloh is to his mum and YN!

Harry's announcement already ruined YN's sleep enough but seeing Blake there made her face fall even more.

"I'm sorry she is asleep," Harry made an excuse to have Blake leave, kindly.

"Now what is she doing here?" Blake asked, her voice almost made Shyloh flinched as Harry was in process of taking her from YN.

"What is your prob —"

Harry was interrupted by YN, "Harry, I'm gonna go now. I've got to go to work." She said and without giving him an opportunity to even say his bye, she walked out the door shutting it behind her.

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It was the next morning that Blake had came over again to see Shyloh which she hated every moment of but indulged in her delicious breakfast, she's still a tiny human afterall she's gonna do what tiny humans please to do. Some times they brutally ignore you and that's how it is!

Blake did not liked that at all. After Shyloh was done Harry had left her be and play on her own and be a baby. He had a very busy day ahead of him, luckily his sister was free to take his daughter in for the day. He was busy on a call and packing up a small bag for Shyloh with change of clothes as she is a very messy toddler, and her favourite stuffie she liked to sleep cuddling with.

"Don't feed her that," he called out Blake who was sharing her peanut butter sandwich with Shyloh. She seemed very interested in sandwich trying to pull it from Blake's hands now and almost throwing a tantrum, for merely making a mess of it and she has had a few bites when Harry wasn't looking. She was stood on sofa next to Blake.

"Shyloh, no get away!" Blake was trying her best to not let her fall off the sofa whilst also handling a glass plate in her hand. "Harry?"

"Oh god, what did you do?" Harry rushed to get Shyloh off the sofa, she has been handful since she has started walking. She was laughing and giggling, enjoying that she is annoying Blake. "You did not just feed that to her!" He noticed a bit of peanut butter on her small mouth, all over her clothes and the sofa as well.

"She ate it!" Blake defended herself, "I'm not going to say no to her!"

"Well she is allergic to —" he noticed that Shyloh started coughing choking of a piece of bread, it's been a good few minutes since she ate that. "Hey, hey Shy, baby you okay?" He exclaimed as he patted her back trying his best not to panic.

"What's going on!" Blake was panicking as well.

"She is allergic to peanuts you idiot!" He yelled, "get the damn car keys!" He rushed out without bothering to put shit shoes on, basically sprinting down the stairs. If Blake was even a minute late now he was going to sprint for the hospital, worrying the situation might escalate quickly. He's a panicky parent to say the least.

Everything seemed very blur to him as he sat in the back seat as Blake drove his car to the nearest hospital. It got worse when Shyloh's breaths started becoming uneven.

"Don't drive like a fucking worm! Hurry up!" He exclaimed.

"I am, I am," Blake stuttered.

"Hey look at me princess, please!" He gave Shyloh her space as she was still coughing, "it's okay," she looked so scared that she wanted to cry but couldn't as she couldn't breath. At this moment Harry rather have her cry her lung out than seeing her like that. He knew how the first time the reaction escalated so quickly it never happened again, he had made sure it never happened again. He was acting up quickly this time.

Shyloh was rushed to the ER room luckily he bumped into YN on the way.

"What, what happened?" She asked taking Shyloh from him.

"She, she, she ate peanut butter sandwich," he explained as he followed her to the ER.

"Doctor Alaina, we have a one year old female with a food induced anaphylaxis reaction," she lied Shyloh down on the bed and stepped aside so ER doctors can check up on her.

"Is she, is she going to be fine?" Harry asked, worriedly stuttering.

"She is, she is," YN assured him, "you brought her before it got worse. Dr. Alaina have got it from here, don't worry."

"What did she eat and how long it's been?" Doctor asked.

"I don't know what amount but it was peanut butter sandwich, about, about, about fifteen minutes ago. She's allergic." Harry explained. "Can't you go in there? Please?" He trusted YN more with Shyloh other than he did he with other, mainly because it is her job and she is good at it.

"You're not letting her treat our daughter Harry," Blake made it clear.

"It's an ER, Harry, trust me she is going to be fine. I need you to please stay calm so doctor to can take a good look at Shy, yeah?" YN tried to ignore Blake as she tried to calm down a panicking Harry before he was dragged out for making a commotion by security. She was used to dealing with people being rude to her. Harry was holding onto her hand in replace of a hug he felt like he needed.

"What do you know, you couldn't even keep your own baby alive for more than two days, so can you just get the fuck out of here?" Blake looked very moved with incident with the Shyloh, she didn't realise her voice was loud that it made everyone go silent in the room.

YN never expected that to come from her like that, ever!

It was still a very sensitive topic for YN that she totally avoided to talk about it, even during her therapy session she still to go to sometimes. That's what still always haunts her and she couldn't help blame herself for loosing her child. She just glanced at Harry who looked very blanked out, pulled her hand out of his grip.

"Okay," she nodded and just left the room.

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It was just an hour later Dr. Alaina had went to see YN in her office during the lunch break. She was a crying mess at those traumatic days flashed forward her eyes all over again.

"Hey, YN are you okay?" Alaina asked.

"I don't know," YN shook her head, "can I please, please hug you?"

"Come here," Alaina was quick to gather her in a hug, "what happened there if you don't mind me asking? I didn't know you were pregnant and had a child."

"I lost her," she sniffled trying to tune down her sobbing.

"You want to talk about it?" Alaina suggested.

"I was pregnant before I joined here, had to give birth to my baby at 24 weeks," she tried to go through the story as best as she could without choking on her words.

"It's okay, sit down" Alaina had her sat down, "you don't have to talk about it okay, it's okay!"

"I tripped down the stairs because the dog came in the way, I don't know what happened next. She, she was healthy enough to be taken care of here in the hospital. It, it all got messy, Veer asked to stop the treatments on her. I really, really, really do wish I was not going in and out of consciousness, she would have been here with me!" YN cried.

YN always wanted to be a mum, most people decide when or if they want to have babies well in their early teens and she did too. She lost her own mother the day after she was born, it was heartbreaking enough that it was also a reason why her own dad hated her. That she was the reason her mum not being here anymore, she couldn't help but naturally put the blame of loosing her own child on herself. That's what she shared with Alaina.

"Hey, it wasn't your fault. You weren't in your best condition to say anything." Alain tried to console her though she was a lot calmer now, "you can only do so much with the knowledge you have, and that's what we say to our patients, don't we?"

"It is easier to say that," YN argued, "I didn't see that coming it was embarrassing!"

"How does she know that? I thought you and Shyloh's dad were a thing," Alaina said.

"What no," she shook her head, "we're not!"

"Then who the fuck she is?"

"She is Shyloh's mother," YN said.

"Why do I feel like there is an and coming after it?"

"Because there is, and she is the lady my ex-husband cheated on me with," YN explained.

"Oh my god, that's a whole different kind of fucked up shit!" Alaina gasped.

"Mhm," YN agreed, "found 'em right in our bed. Naked."

"What the fuck!" The girl looked like she haven't heard anything similar before. Well, YN still liked to believe there are nice people who don't cheat on their partners, clearly her ex-husband isn't one of them.

Of course she was a little heartbroken last night. She really grown to have feelings for Harry, for fucks sake they have spent all her free time from work together since the day she baby sat Shyloh for the first time. But what she do of he have decided to get back with his life? Nothing at all!

Her husband cheating on her seemed nothing compared to what she had burdened on herself. Blake yelling that in the middle of hallway at the hospital she worked at, yeah she wanted to shrink into a small particle and disappear. She had a two day shift which she was grateful of as she wouldn't have to face Harry at all.

Shyloh was sent back home a hour or so later, Dr. Alaina had made sure to monitor her well before sending her home. It was a nightmare for Harry.

"Hello, did you had a good nap?" Harry cooed seeing Shyloh was up from her nap, her hair sticking out in all crazy ways and she had her bunny clutched into her chest. "Come on, get up on the sofa," he patted the cushion next to him urging her to climb up herself. Harry had to call the day off from work. Shyloh climbed up and crawled up on his lap to get some after nap snuggles.

"Looks like you had a great nap, you've got pillow lines on your face," he chuckled seeing how sleepy she still is, he flattened her hair and pressed a kiss on her head as she snuggled more into him. "Hey you're not going back to sleep now, you won't be sleeping at night then."

Well, Shyloh could care less about what he had to say. He was the cosiest and most safest place to take a big gat nap on.

"You think I should go and talk to YN about what happened today?" He asked her as if she is going understand, she's half asleep already, "I know what Blake said was wrong, very wrong, but I think I should really go talk to her, what do you think?"

"Okay you're half asleep," he sighed, "what do you think about her?"

Shyloh pushed away with her tiny hand placed on his chest, her look was more like a death glare, "okay I'll stop talking. You can go back to sleep." She smiled and went back to sleep.

He texted YN asking if he could see her after she gets off work, he didn't get any reply for two days until he saw her in the hallway getting home from work. Harry was starting to kinda get worried as he did not see her for three days straights after that incident at hospital, then he remembered she is a doctor and doctor's have the most unpredictable work schedules. But those days were very difficult for him mainly because he didn't had a friend to talk his heart out or have the most random conversations with.

"Hey, YN," he said hesitantly noticing that she subtly clasped her hands behind her back so Shyloh wouldn't want ask to be held by her. She did that usually after she is back from work and in her dirty scrubs.

"Uhh... Hi," she said.

"Haven't seen you in a few days," he said hesitantly trying to hold onto a very active toddler, "I, uhh, I wanted to talk to you about —"

"It's, it's fine Harry! I don't want to talk about it," she interrupted him, "I am used to it, people get frustrated when their loved ones are sick and unwell and it comes with my job. I get it she is Shyloh's mother and she was concerned. We had other doctors there to take care of her."

"I know, but what she wasn't right, you were just trying to help. That's not fair and I want to apologise, I'm really sorry!" his tone was soft as he spoke.

"I really appreciate that," she nodded and got inside her flat and shut the door.

"She's upset," he sighed looking at a concerned Shyloh. She pouted and hugged him hiding away in his chest. Now he didn't know if she really understood or she was just sleepy, but he was the safest place for her to let loose and sleep. It melted his heart. He was just about to het into his own flat when he heard YN's door click open, she was wearing her house slippers as she frantically tried to lock her door.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, just left my bag and food in the car." She shared finally being able to lock her door successfully. She was indeed very tired that she forgot her stuff in the car. Hospitals definitely do not have the comfiest of beds for doctors to rest for a couple of hours between their shifts, she was dreading to go back to sleep in her own bed. So she sprinted downstairs and got her stuff. Found Harry missing from where he stood, instead his flat door was wide open.

Just as she was about to get in her own flat, it was his turn to come out now free hands. Looked like he left Shyloh to play with her toys for a moment.

"Hey, YN can we please like talk?" He asked again.

"Yeah, but I told you Harry it's fine. Like, I'm used to people lashing out on me. I get it, her daughter was sick. I can't imagine how she must have felt that moment. So it's okay," she assured him.

"You don't have to put on your white coat in front of me. I know she said something way too personal to you that she shouldn't have. And I wanna apologise for that, I dunno how she knows something that personal to you but I am really sorry," he explained himself, "she won't be around anymore, I've sorted things out. I, I am just really sorry about what happened."

"I'm sure you did what felt right to you, and uhhhh, good for you. You really don't have to apologise." She smiled.

"Can I ask you what she meant with that?" He asked.

"I lost my baby girl about three, uhhh— three years ago. And she is the one my, my ex-husband cheated on me with." She stuttered her explaination trying not to cry, "I, I guess that's why she was so triggered, but that's okay."

"That's not okay," he told her, "come in with me." He carefully reached for her hand and dragged her in with him.

Shyloh there was in her own world, playing in the heap of her toys. Which was going to be pain in butt for Harry clean up later, but anything for her highness princess Shyloh.

"What she did was not okay at all, alright? You said it yourself, you can so much with the information you have, you don't have to let her walk all over you like that." His voice was so soft, as if he was trying to calm down a toddler. YN was taking in long breaths in order to keep her tears from spilling. "Her negative feelings shouldn't be an excuse to use such a sensitive topic against you."

"I know," she agreed, "but you don't know the whole story. So it's, it's okay."

"Then tell me the whole story, darling." He cooed taking half a step closer to her, "if it's not obvious enough that I like you. I'll word it to you that I like you, a lot. You've been a complete angel for me and especially Shyloh."

YN felt overwhelmed, no one has talked to her like that. No one has really shown interest in knowing what she is going through unless it's a part of gossip. Him confessing what he felt (which she did not saw coming at all) for her was just cherry on top and a hard hammer on her dam of tears.

"Hey it's okay, c'mere," he cooed bringing her in a hug, "it's okay. I'm here." He assured her. YN somehow managed to vent to him in between her sobs.

"I'm sorry. Can't imagine what you're going through love but it's okay it wasn't your fault trust me. You did the best you could right?" His fingers flexed in the back of her head. "'S 'kay love." He whispered and gave her all the time she needed to calm down

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"Daddy, Mummy YN said we can go to park!" Shyloh went running to her dad who was working in his office.

It scared Harry how fast she is growing up. It was yesterday when they celebrated her first birthday, and she just turned 6 yesterday.

YN's been there. Always, for Harry especially Shyloh. Her mum finally gave up when she was 3 and left for good, but YN was there. She loves Shyloh like her own. Shy was just recently started calling YN Mummy, because she heard her own dad call her grandma that. YN was over the moon to hear her say that.

"Really?" Harry asked, trapping her in between his arms and attack her with kisses.

"Mhmm," she giggled, "and she said we can go see the baby today!"

"Yeah?" Harry smiled, "are you going with your Mummy?"

"Hmm," she nodded, "she got many gifts for Ms. Kayla yesterday, I helped Mummy YN pick out a cardigan for her, a very pwetty pink dress, and I got her some cookies."

"She's definitely going to love that," Harry assured her. "Are you going to say Hi to her from Daddy?"

"Of course," she agreed, she gave him a quick kiss on his lips before she ran out to where YN was. Harry followed her out.

"Mummy can we get cupcakes when her come back?" She asked.

"Of course baby," YN agreed, "do you want to bake them at home?"

"Mhmm," she nodded.

"These are lots of gifts." Harry announced his presence there to the duo.

"Oh Hi, didn't see you there," YN smiled and greeted him with a gentle kiss on his mouth. "You sure you can't come with us?"

"I wish, I've got some work to do so that I can spend Christmas with my girls." He sighed.

"Have fun Daddy," Shyloh teased him, giggling mess.

"I will try my best," he nodded. "Drive safely okay?"

"Mhmm," YN was granted with another kiss before Harry went back to his office.

Yes, they've been together since that day onwards. Five years together, they're finally having a baby. Through a surrogate, YN was a bit too weak to carry a fetus to full term, it was fairly an easy decision for her though. It was one long process but they're finally getting what they've been trying for. They're having a little boy who is due exactly on Harry's birthday, which is wild in his opinion. He just really hopes he gets to have a birthday twin.

Shyloh on the other hand is very excited to have a sibling, a baby brother to be exact. Since the day her parents have told her about this news she's been asking questions up, down and front. Whilst Harry found it difficult to answer her curious questions given the fact she is only 6 and ask where babies come from, YN found it fairly easy.

Well, Harry was jealous his daughter was more close to YN because she had answer to her every question. It wasn't fair, because she is a doctor, a children's doctor to be exact and she knows how to deal with little humans. Good thing he's marrying her next year, because she is a keeper for him.

He didn't how he survived whole day in a very silent house. He is so used to hearing YN and Shyloh always giggling and squealing, or crying watching movies and cartoons. Now he have been thinking about this a lot, even talked to his daughter about it. But he doubts she fully understands it just yet given the fact she just turned 6.

He wanted YN to adopt Shyloh, basically be her legal guardian. Not that it needed to be on the paper for her to be Shyloh's mother, that was the given fact. She is Shyloh's Mummy. He had seen her get along with Shyloh so well since she was 6 months old, teach her all the little things a mother can do way better than he can ever do. Well she makes her eat her Veggies and drink a glass of milk everyday, she is doing something right!

But YN was so happy when Shyloh called her Mummy for the first time, it was a surprise for him too of course. She was smiling and giggling to herself as she went on about with her day of chores around the house they've moved in recently. Of course Shyloh was tailing behind her, maybe helping her a few times but mostly doubling her work. He came home that day to find them both fast asleep on the rug with toys all over the living room.

Harry had talked to Shyloh, she is a very smart kid. She sort of understood what her dad was saying, or at least that's what he likes to think. He have even hinted this at YN but she was too oblivious to put pieces together, she would just get excited on his random and weird questions about Shyloh.

"Hey Shy?" He called her, she was taking her box of toys back to her room to play there, but she dropped it then and there to run to him.

"Yes Daddy?" She climbed up on his lap, where he was sat on his office chair.

"You know how you called YN Mummy last night, yeah?" He reminded her and she nodded, "where did you learn that from?"

"I dunno," she shrugged, "You call Grandma Mummy. Grandma says that's because she took care of you when you were a little baby, and because she loves you. YN takes care of me and she says she loves me."

Her explaination made his heart swell, "mhmm," he nodded, "I'm not saying this to break your heart baby love, but you know she is not your real Mummy right? We have talked about this? But do you want her to be your Mummy?" He rushed his last question so she doesn't get heart broken.

"Yeah!" She beamed at him, "she is my mummy."

"I love you, princess." He sighed and hugged her.

"Come on, let's go have a tea party!" And he was dragged to her play room, forced to wear a tootoo and have tea party that day.

Now he was sat in his office, house was eerily empty until he heard YN's car pull up in the driveway. He heard Shyloh rant about something, but she soon came running into his office.

"Dadda, Ms. Kayla gave me so presents, you want to see them?" She squealed.

"Of course," he nodded and went out with her. Turned out Kayla, their surrogate sent many presents for Shyloh as well as for him and his Fiancé, but not as many as Shyloh.

"You've toys for next ten years now," Harry commented seeing her rip off wrapping paper from all her gifts. YN handed him a bag.

"She gave this for us, do you wanna open it?" She asked. "She said her dad made these."

"Mhmm," he took the bag and fished out the contents in it. Those were two matching knitted jumpers in it, which were not ugly.

"Daddy look, I have one too!" Shyloh gasped.

"Oh, looks like we're going to match this Christmas." YN chuckled.

"Shy, do you wanna give Mummy one of our presents now?" He asked.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She got excited and ran after him to his office again. That's where he had kept all of the presents he got for his girls.

"Okay, I am nervous," Harry sighed looking for the file he kept hidden from YN for about a month now.

"Don't be nervous Daddy," Shyloh patted his shoulder, "you just take a few deep breaths and kick your demons in the bum!" That's what he says to her when she's cry after having a nightmare. He laughed.

"Okay, they're kicked." He sighed again but to calm himself. "Go call YN in here."

"Mummy, come in here please!" She yelled from there and not bothered to go out.

"Yeah?" YN was there in no time.

"Sit," she dragged her to the sofa and made her sit there and climbed next to her, "Dadda?" She asked for the file like a boss.

"Okay..." He chuckled dragging the word and handed her the file.

"YN, will you be my Mummy, please?" Shyloh asked giving her the file. YN was confused for a moment before she opened the file and read the first few lines.  Her breath hitched read the papers.

"Are you sure?" She looked up at Harry, who was still stood by his desk sitting on the edge with his arms around his chest. He nodded. "Oh I love you!" YN whispered turning back to Shyloh tears pooling in her eyes, she wrapped the little girl in her embrace.

"I love you too," Shyloh giggled as YN tickled her sides. "You did not answer my question."

"Oh, yes! Of course I will be your Mummy!" YN chuckled.

"Yay!" Shyloh celebrated. Harry walked upto his girls with a pen, crouched in front of them on his knees. "Are going to sign it?" YN nodded at her question and took the pen from Harry and signed wherever he pointed at. Shyloh looked at her like someone looks at the moon. YN chuckled at the realisation.

"I officially announced you both, Mother and Daughter. Bless." Harry said, making both of them fall in fit of laugh.

"I love you both so much!" Is all YN could say before she started crying happy tears, "this is the best present I've ever gotten!"

"We love you more," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss on her forehead he hugged her pulling Shyloh along.

They're officially amd legally a family now, with a little baby angel on his way too!

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Summertime Sadness - Chapter 5

Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend.

Content Pairings: Hotchner Famiy x BAU!Reader (ft; the team and others) POV: switches a lot. 

Chapter Warnings: Panic attacks, mentions of problems eating and sleeping, fighting, sexual assault, and crying of course :(((((

wc; 1.4k 

A/N: here's chapter five , hope you’re still enjoying. Little more Jack for this chapter and just a few more chapters till its over thank you for reading! I will be posting this and my series that are more than three parts on Wattpad or A03 soon! Don't be afraid to interact more with me!

They arrived at home, everyone sleepily went to their rooms. Aaron and Aubrey shoulder to shoulder and you and Jack trailing behind. 

Nothing filled the air but your shuffles on the pavement, everyone lost in their own thoughts.

“You’re not stupid Y/N, I’m sorry” Jack looked up at you and you noticed the bags under his eyes. “I just hate seeing her cry, she never cries” he looked up at you,

“It’s okay Jack, Aubrey’s a sweet girl I completely understand” you smiled stopping him before he could get to the stairs. 

“I talked to your sister about…California and I have to know how are you?” you asked and Jack thought about an answer. The truth is he was struggling, badly, he hid it differently. His eating habits were out of wack, he was always tired but couldn’t sleep through the night. Jack just couldn’t burden you with having to deal with around sad case like him.

“I’m doing good, I just want Bre to be okay and my mom.” Jack said sadly, “Goodnight night Y/N/N” 

“Wait! Jack don’t feel pressured to tell me but was he abusing you too?” 

He hesitated for a moment with anxiety growing in his chest. He looked at you and nodded, “but not how he did Bre.” You nodded allowing him to continue,

“He just verbally and physically did, he was just so mean to me, telling me I’m useless and that mom hates us.”

“Did you tell your mom?” You asked hoping he didn’t have to deal with it on his own.

“No, I couldn’t because she’s just so happy with him and I can take it all so it doesn’t matter and I thought it would keep him away from Bre but it didn’t.” He said almost in a whisper, you had no more words, you didn’t know how to comfort them. You only wanted them to at least know they are safe with you. 

“Jack, I’m not letting anything happen to you or your sister again. I promise.” You pulled him into a hug and he squeezed you tightly. 

“Please don’t tell my dad, he’ll be so mad at me and Aubs please.” He begged through his tears, you rubbed his back harder wishing to take his pain. 

“Hey, he won’t be upset with either of you, you both did nothing wrong.” You pulled him back into the hug, pulled away and cupped his face, “I care so deeply about you little hotchner, and I won’t let anything happen to you or that girl upstairs.” He nodded as you wiped his tears 

You both silently walked up the stairs leaving the conversation at that.

Jack walked through the door to his room and disappeared into the dark. He shut the door, and pulled his hoodie off exposing his bruised stomach and a bandage on his back. They were in final stages of healing but were still noticeable. He hopped in a quick shower and changed the bandage. 

He laid down in his bed listening to the silence of the house, hearing nothing at all attempting to fill the emptiness he felt. He opened and shut his eyes for 30 minutes straight. 

Trying to remember what his uncle Spence told him staying still for 15 minutes straight will help you fall asleep faster. Jack knew he could do it, just 15 minutes, that’s counting to 60 15 times in a row, not long at all. Finally Jack finally fell asleep, after what felt like a few minutes he woke up in a panicked breath. It’s like he was back there all over again he could hear and see it all happening again. 

The night it happened 

Be a sweet little honeycomb and clean this up, Calvin said slamming the door heading to where Jack had just entered. “The hell you looking at little bitch?” He yelled toward Jack plopping down on the sofa 

“Hello to you to fucker” Jack whispered as he headed toward his room shutting the door behind him.

He threw his practice bag on the ground and got some pajamas out to get ready for a shower, walking toward theirconnected Jack & Jill bathroom.

“Aubrey how many times do I have to tell you to keep your bathroom door sh—-“ 

He froze, he couldn’t even move, his sister, his protector half naked laying in her blood with her knees to her chest, visibly shaking. He knew immediately what had happened but couldn’t even believe it. 

“Ja—ck” he ran to her, covering her up, “I’m here Bre, I’m here” she was crying so loud and hard, “I can’t take it anymore, please make it stop” she sobbed louder,

“He did this didn’t he?” She nodded into his chest, “I’m going to fucking kill him.” Before Aubrey could react he was out the room. 

“You BITCH” he hit him upside the head with a bottle of tequila causing it to break. Catching Calvin, who was taller than Jack off guard. The man got up and lunged at the boy. 

“Now you’re tuff huh?” He wiped out a pocket knife and sliced Jack in the back causing him to scream. After Calvin got a few punches in Jacks anger took over. 

He was on top of Calvin beat him to a bloody pulp. “You. Fucking. Rapist. Piece of. Shit.” He didn’t stop until Calvin was unresponsive, on the ground covered in blood. Jack stood up and spit on him walking out the room. 

He returned to his sister who was now in a pair of joggers and a hoodie. “We’re going to Uncle Dereks, now.” The teens had already been packed up, he called Derek first telling him they need a ride to the airport in the morning and it would be easier to just sleep there and a Uber immediately after. 

When the Uber arrived they both walked past a very drunk and bloody Calvin. 

“You can’t run from me Son and neither can you honeycomb.” He smiled with blood stained teeth. 

“Let’s go” Jack said opening the door for his sister, wishing the summer would last forever. 

When he fully awoke from reliving that night, Jack was soaked in his own sweat and tears, “he—lp..” his breathing was erratic he got up in a panic heading to Aubreys room. He walked into his sisters room which wasn’t anything new for the brother and sister.

“Aubrey? I —ne—Ed help “ he said asked as his breathing picked up. Aubrey stirred until her eyesight cleared and she seen her little brother in need. 

“J? Jack just try to breathe, okay? Just mimic me.” she rubbed his back and sad on the floor with his.

“In and out, we’re at dads house, in my room, he’s not here I promise.” Since that day in California, Jacks been having really bad night terrors to the point he can’t breathe, see, or even talk, he never told her what the nightmares were about but she had an idea. 

“Just keep breathing and hold my hands.” Bre sat patiently waiting as his breathing evened out, 

“Jack?” She asked rubbing his knee, Jack was still and staring at the wall in front of them. With lone tears falling, he nodded his head no signaling he wasn’t ready to talk just yet, “I’ll wait for you.” she said calmly to her baby brother.

Jack stared off with tears falling, Jacks strength through this hadn’t gone unnoticed. Aubrey noticed how much he tried to do for her. Trying to make sure she doesn’t have to do chores or constantly making sure she was okay throughout the day. He wanted to protect his sister from everything.

“All those times I was with him for hours when we were bonding were torture. He called me names, pushed me, pinched me. I should’ve told you about it sooner maybe I could’ve stopped all this from happening”

“No, don’t blame yourself, it’s his fucking fault.” She looked her brother in the eye refusing to let him Blake his self.

“He fucking sliced me with a knife Aubrey, I could’ve killed him, I’m a horrible person.” He cried harder and louder, “No J, you beat him and saved me and you, you’re a hero, my hero” he nodded his head and leaned into his big sister.

“I thought he cared about us.” He broke down into loud cries,

“I know, I did too, he’s good at pretending, I fucking hate him now” she hugged her brother. After he calmed down she guided him to her bed, he climbed in and slowly fell asleep, she pulled her blanket over him and sat his phone on the charger. She took a deep breathe hoping that they would get through this. 

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request: stepmom reader and jack spending the day at the park with the kids

(dad!jack x stepmom!reader)

summer days

bloo’s notes: i’m using the same name as my previous dad!jack fic but the two stories do not correlate, i just really loved the name and wanted to use it more. i know the request said with jack also but i was in too deep to change it, i am so sorry. i can always rewrite it.

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it was no secret that you and little miss giselle may harlow were best friends. of course since the two of you were best friends, that meant you guys had “y/n and giselle days” pretty often. these little days consisted of just you and giselle and no boys were allowed. when you and giselle first started doing these small dates, it was mainly because you wanted to bond with jack’s daughter, whom later on you would consider your own daughter.

today was a park day, just the two of you. often times you and giselle were the only girls in the house if neelam wasn’t around so sometimes the two of you were desperate to get out of the house.

you were already downstairs packing the picnic basket with all of giselle’s favorite foods and snacks. jack, clay, and urban were sitting around the island talking about god knows what. all of their attention quickly directed to the stairs, which revealed a small, curly headed little girl with the biggest smile on her face.

“y/n!” she squealed and ran toward you with open arms and you gladly reciprocated the excited vibe. the three men were in total awe at how you and giselle interacted with each other.

“hi my little love. how’d you sleep?” you asked while setting her up on the island and fixing a few stray pieces of curls.

“hmm good, i dreamed that we got a doggy” she squealed, jack groaned knowing his daughter would be begging for a dog once again.

she’s been wanting a dog for ages and jack hasn’t gave in yet. you knew he would eventually.

“we are not getting a dog giselle” jack said sternly, truthfully you wanted a dog too.

“you’re such a hater” giselle huffed, making everyone in the room erupt in laughter.

“you’ve been hanging out with uncle urb too much” you said while pinching her chubby cheeks.

you told the little girl of the plans for the day and she was more than excited. she absolutely loved the park, she loved spending time with you, and she loved picnics.

you got giselle ready for the day and she made her way back to where her uncles and dad were sitting.

giselle went up to her uncles and said goodbye, she gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. she then made her way to her dad, he sat her up on his leg.

“bye princess, be good for y/n okay? i love you” jack said while placing a kiss on her forehead. “i will daddy. i love you too”

“you ready love bug?” you asked. giselle nodded her head excitedly, hopping of her dads leg and rushing to hold your hand.

"bye boys, have fun today" you said over your shoulder before making your way out the door. you decided to go to the park right by the house.

you held the picnic basket in one hand and you held on to giselle's hand with your free one. she happily skipped while walking towards the park. you always loved how she had such high energy, she really knew how to light up someone's day.

the two of you made it to the park safely and in a matter of seconds the both of you were bolting towards the swings. you pushed giselle for a few seconds before you hopped into the empty swing next to her. both you and giselle laughing along with each other.

Soon after the little girl made her way to the open grass area and you were quick to follow her.

"I wanna show you my cartwheel's y/n. me and daddy have been practicing" she told you just before she did a cartwheel.

"wow bug. practice has been paying off, you did so well" you cheered on.

after some more playing and running around you could tell giselle was getting a bit tired and maybe even hungry.

"you wanna eat some food before we head back home bug?" you asked the bright red little girl.

"hmm yeah, did you make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? and did you bring carrots with extra ranch?" the curious girl questioned, you couldn't help but laugh because she was jack's exact twin. the love for ranch and peanut butter they shared with each other was unmatched.

"don't worry i packed all your favorites" you assured giselle.

you and giselle made your way to the picnic tables where the basket of food was sitting. you pulled out some sanitizer and made sure that you both had clean hands before eating. you couldn't help but admire the little girl sitting in front of you. her beautiful, dark, curly hair now a mess from playing so hard. her big, blue eyes a bit more tired than when you two first arrived. she was a spitting image of her dad, her freckles a bit more prominent now from all the exposure to the sun.

"i had fun today y/n" giselle said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

before taking another bite of your carrot you said, "i had fun too, i always have fun when i'm hanging out with my favorite girl"

before you knew it, you and giselle were walking back home, hand in hand.

when you two walked into the door, you were met with urban, jack, and clay sitting on the couch. giselle didn't hesitate to run into her dads arms as you were putting everything in the picnic basket away.

when you made your way to sit with everyone on the couch, you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight in front of you. giselle was laying on jack's chest passed out and jack was dosing off. you placed a gentle kiss on both of their heads before setting a blanket over their bodies. you then sat next to jack, cuddling into his body and holding the two most important people close to you.

clay and urban couldn't help but feel their hearts grow in size at the sight. both of them wishing that one day they would be just as lucky to experience a love just as rich as this.

[ambermation]

Hii, hun!

Can you do one where the reader’s basically like Harry’s stepmom or smth like that and then Norman just watches the two of them bonding 🥺

Hi! this sounds so adorable :D I think maybe we could all use some stepmom content, don't you?

You’re my Son, Too (Platonic Harry Osborn x Stepmom!Reader)

A/n from the future: I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been stuck writing this for months because I couldn't get it the way I wanted it to be. I felt bad for how long it was taking, so I tried just writing it in a simple way. I hope you'll still like this!

My relationship to my stepson was… fairly neutral, to be honest. It’s not like I didn’t want to form a relationship with him, honestly, I do! It’s just a little weird between us. I’m nice to him and Harry is nice to me. But I could feel that he was mostly being coldly polite to me. Every time we talk he always gives vague, generic, or incredibly simplistic responses. And our conversations were always as short as they possibly could be. 

But I want to change things. He’s a good son who wants his father to be happy, which I respect. We’re family. I’m hoping we can become closer than this business-like relationship we currently have. I’m not sure how to start. We might have the same interests? Though it was hard to tell if we did. 

There had to be something I could try talking about with him. Maybe video games? I know that he and his friend Peter often play their games when they hang out. I like playing them too. I’m not sure what games they play however. We could be playing completely different games. For a while I debated whether or not I should just ask Harry what games he enjoys or if I should look in his room. I reach the conclusion that I should just ask him when I get the chance. Invading his personal space also wouldn’t really improve our relationship either. So that’s what I set out to do. Next time I see Harry I'll ask him. 

That shouldn’t be too hard, now, right?

—-

It certainly was a hard thing to do. I barely saw Harry anyways, when I wasn’t trying to talk to him, since he was always either hanging out with friends, out at his classes, or just kind of avoiding staying at home for long. It certainly felt like he was doing that just to avoid me, but I knew it was him avoiding Norman and me. They don’t have the closest relationship either, though Norman is trying, especially with my encouragement. Their relationship is certainly better than ours, but that’s like saying that a pile of dirt is better than a pile of mud. 

“It shouldn’t be that hard to talk to him. Just talk to him like I would with any of my friends,” I think to myself as I grab a cup of water. As I turn around I collide with something solid, spilling my water all over the place. I look up and see none other than Harry himself. He looks rather annoyed, but more so at the fact water was spilt all over his shirt rather than at me. Although I think he might be a bit annoyed with me as well. 

“And there goes my new shirt.” He says, voice laced with disappointment as he inspects the material. 

“I’m so sorry, Harry! I didn’t see you and I didn’t think you’d be home right now.” That was true. I thought he had class right now. “Well I’m here. Right now, with water all over me.” He’s about to push past me when I stop him, paper towels in hand. 

“Can you really blame me for not knowing? You never really talk to me. I can’t really know your schedule if you don’t share it with me.” I say as I look for the nearest real towel to use. I needed to make this conversation become positive. Fast. Before he leaves. “I tell my father my schedule. Doesn’t he tell you?” He asks. He throws away the soaked paper towels. He turns and looks at me. His expression is still annoyed, yet there’s a mix of curiosity there. I shake my head. 

“No, not really,” I lean against the counter, “He usually just tells me what the two of you do, and how he’s glad you seem to be doing well,”

Harry sighs. I guess he really thought his dad told me. I don’t think even Norman fully remembers Harry’s schedule. “Of course he didn’t. Go figure,” he huffs. He turns his attention to the fridge, looking inside to find something. Okay, gotta steer this conversation now.

“But I’d love to know your schedule, Harry. Just tell me what it is and I'll remember.” I’ll certainly do my best to remember it, at least. I’m inevitably gonna forget a few things. His eyes cast over to me briefly, considering my words, before looking back into the fridge. “I mean it. I can’t say that I’ll always remember your schedule exactly, but I’ll try to remember most of it, if you’ll share it with me.” I smile reassuringly at him. He finally grabs a soda from the fridge. He turns to me. For a moment he stares before returning my smile. A genuine smile. I notice that his shirt is still soaked from my water. “I’m really sorry about the water. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Harry dismisses that with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t paying attention either,” he gives me another smile. “I, uh, guess I’ll try telling you and dad what I’m up to, alright?” He starts heading toward the exit. 

“Wait!” I say, reaching out. He stops and looks at me, an eyebrow raised. “I was thinking that we could try spending some time together, if you’re not busy?” He contemplates his answer for a moment. 

“I mean, I’m not doing anything right now. I was just watching TV. You could join me if you want?”

“I was actually wondering if we could play some video games together.”

“Sure. I’ve got a few you might like.”

Happy I managed to get on better terms with Harry, I eagerly followed him to his room. We head inside the messy room. At least it was mostly clothes, papers, and books thrown about the place instead of trash. The mess bothers me a little, but I ignore it. It’s not a big deal anyways. I sit down on the bed as Harry sets up his Playstation 2. 

“What game do you want to play?” He shows me the games he has. I haven’t played any of them, so I let Harry pick. “Whichever one you like the best, Harry.” He smiles before picking one of the games. “Have you ever played this one before?” I shake my head. I grab the other controller as Harry joins me on the bed. His grin turns mischievous.

“Oh no. I don’t like that look,” he laughs in response.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), it doesn’t mean anything.” 

“Sure. And I’m the Queen of England.”

—----

(Third Person POV)

A few hours later, after a long day at work, Norman returns home. He sighed; today was a stressful day. And tomorrow was sure to be just as, if not more, stressful. All he wanted to do was just take a nice hot bath, change into his silk robes, and collapse into bed, his wife in his arms. 

He smiled as he thought of his wife. She always brightened his mood no matter how bad she was feeling. Norman walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse, wondering where Y/N could be. He walked by the study she likes to work in, but he saw there was nobody inside. He didn’t hear anything in the kitchen either. He figured he’d see his wife in their shared bedroom instead. As he walked down the hallway he heard excited yelling coming from his son’s room. Curious, Norman pushes the door open wider to find Y/N and Harry playing on the latter’s console.

The two kept shouting as they played, clearly trying to beat the other at whatever game they were playing. The sight made Norman smile. While his relationship with his son has been improving significantly, the relationship between Y/N and Harry seemed to be stuck at neutrality. This was a step in the right direction. The two most important people in Norman’s life bonding. He couldn’t help the elated grin across his countenance. It dropped for a moment when the two shouted once more.

“Yes!”

“No!”

Harry, in his victory, threw his hands up in the air. Meanwhile, Y/N crossed his arms and pouted for a moment before laughing. “You picked that game because you knew you’d win, didn’t you Harry?” She asks in a teasing voice. Harry laughs. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just really bad,” he turns to give her a smirk when he sees his father in the doorway. His eyes widened in surprise briefly before smiling. 

“Hey, dad.” Y/N turns to face her husband. She gives a small wave. “How long were you standing there?” Harry asks. 

Norman gives them a smile. “Enough to see your victory, Harry. Congrats!” Y/N shakes her head. “No I’m pretty sure he cheated, so technically I won,” she playfully nudges the college student. 

“Is it really cheating if you’re playing against a bad player?” 

“Aw c’mon, I wasn’t that bad!” She pouts once more. 

Harry chuckles. “The score begs to differ,” he gestures to the TV. And sure enough, the trio could see that Player 1 was leagues ahead of Player 2. The completely different scores made Norman laugh. Blushing, Y/N grabbed Harry’s controller and handed it back to him. 

“Then how about a rematch?” 

“You’re on!”

Y/N turns to Norman as Harry sets the game up. “Honey, do you want to be the referee? You know, to make sure somebody,” she points at Harry, “doesn’t cheat?” Harry rolls his eyes at his stepmom, but the smile on his face gives away how he truly feels. Norman steps into the room and joins the two on his son’s bed. 

“Of course, love.”

[marvelobsessed134]

Need help

Stepmom!Natasha x Innocent!fem!Reader

Warnings: mommy kink, oral, fingering, sub!reader, dom!natasha, step-cest, very short.

Summary: You ask mommy for help with something

“Mommy?” You spoke shyly as you walked into the living room. You’ve grown accustomed to calling your stepmom mommy. She insisted you call her that since day one. You just didn’t know it was for ulterior motives.

Natasha paused the tv and turned to see you walk towards her and sit on the couch facing her. “What is it detka?” The nickname gave you butterflies and that icky feeling between your legs worse.

“Um, there’s this icky feeling between my legs and I don’t know what to do.” Natasha pouted in sympathy. “Aww poor baby. Mommy knows how to help you. But you have to trust me.”

“I trust you, mommy.” Her eyes darkened noticeably.

“Lay back babygirl.” You obeyed, laying back on the couch. She began to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down along with your panties. She then spread your legs.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” The redhead licked her lips before slowly starting to eat you out. “Oh!” You gasped in surprise, relishing in the new feeling.

“See baby? Doesn’t that feel good?” She cooed.

“Yes, mommy. Feels so good.” She stopped eating you out for a bit before sticking two of her slender fingers into your tight core. You moaned and gripped the pillow behind you tightly as she fucked you.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” You felt an overwhelming feeling that both felt good and overstimulating.

“Mommy- too much, can’t-“

“Shh…it’s ok detka. Just take it, you’ll feel so good.”

You screamed out your orgasm, cumming all over Natasha’s fingers.

She pulled them out and sucked off your arousal. “Mmm taste so good baby. We’ll need to do this again.”

[messylustt]

Helloo, I came up with an idea of Ethan Landry X stepmom!Reader. It's pretty kinky, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. I wish you a fantastic day ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Also..Love your work so muchhhh.

not uncomfortable at all sweetheart x i love forbidden tropes.

౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐭𝐨-𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐦𝐨𝐦 (𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲) : scream

stepcest, kinda dub con, kinda big age-gap (ethan is 19 in this, so legal), people pleaser reader, manipulation, faint touch on bailey x reader (not detailed), finger in mouth (I do this a lot); cheating

You heard your fiancé call from your shared bedroom, asking where he had left his ties.

"The second draw in the closet, hon!" You call back as you drop the grocery bags and keys on the kitchen bench.

Ethan watches from the couch, a scowl on his face upon hearing the pet name falling from your lips. One would think he's just disgusted to hear his dad and almost mum being affectionate. But that's not the case at all.

When Ethan had first met you he was surprised to see how young you were. He had thought you were far too young for his dad, but that could also be clued up to the fact that he found you pretty. Beautiful in fact. And as he had let his gaze travel, gulping, he realised how fucked he was if a ring found it's way onto your finger.

And that's exactly what happened. His dad had proposed, and the wedding was scheduled, causing his response to every sweet thing you said to him to be sour and rude.

You thought Ethan didn't like you. You wanted to make an effort without seeming to intrusive. Quinn seemed to be fine with you, saying how she's glad that her dad has found someone.

Bailey walked out, tightening his tie. He gave you a passing smile before rushing out the door. The police firm had some sort of dinner, where Bailey was determined to make a good impression on his boss.

Ethan continued to watch you as his dad left, leaving you take out the grocceries alone. Ethan really couldn't believe that his dad had somehow scored you. He was old, and you were in all honesty closer to Ethan's age, a much more appropriate suitor for him.

Ethan always kept you at arms length as your close proximity left him on edge to act. There were many instances where Ethan could have touched you. Innocent touches that would send his hand into his boxers when the sun was gone. Your name just a mere whimper from his lips as his head hit back against his headboard. Even moments in public, when his dad was just in the next room, working, Ethan could have let his hand wander when you both sat on the couch.

"Hey, Ethan. Any preference for dinner?" You called to Ethan, placing random food items into the fridge and cupboard.

You always spoke so sweetly to him. Ethan knew how much you wanted him to like you. But as a stepson should like his stepmum. Nothing more. And that set the scowl back onto Ethan's face.

"I don't really care." He dismissed, turning to face the tv, clicking at the remote as he scanned channels. But he barely paid attention to the show, catching your melodious voice hum a quiet tune.

Ethan wanted you to shut up, because your sweet tasting voice was making his head spin with thoughts no son should be thinking. He was a good son. He was. But when he glanced behind him at the kitchen as you rolled your sleeves up, revealing even more skin, his resolve began to break.

But then you paused, glancing over at Ethan, who quickly busy's himself with the show, acting as though he'd never been eyeing you. "Do you mind if we just get take out? Since your dad is out all night, and Quinn is with a friend."

Ethan spared you glance, trying to cool the heat threating to spill from his gaze, as he nodded. You walk over to him, resting your hands behind him against the couch. Ethan stiffens, smelling your signature perfume. He shifts by the cushions. "You don't mind?" You ask softly.

Ethan glances up at you, his breath hitching, when he meets your gentle, almost tender gaze. "Uh, yeah. No, that's fine." He quickly says, turning back to face the tv.

"Great." You sigh, landing beside him on the couch, as you bring your phone out to call the nearby pizza place.

Ethan's gaze instantly goes to your bare legs, your shorts riding up past mid thigh. If he just tilted his head slightly, he could probably see your panties—

He coughs, placing a pillow over his lap, as he tries to get distracted by the show.

You then tap his shoulder, as you whisper in his ear, asking what pizza he'd like. Ethan had to quickly answer, saying a simple pepperoni, his mind too hazy to come up with anything more detailed.

Soon you're relaxed beside him on the couch, intently watching the show displayed on the screen. It's silent besides the series dialogue and your slow breathing. Ethan can't help but focus in on the latter, catching onto the way it hitches when something scary or surprising happened on screen.

Ethan had had to keep the pillow against his now prominent bulge. He couldn't let you see. But as you gradually drew closer to him, looking away with a gasp when a monster would jump out, screaming through the tv, Ethan slowly grew to want you to notice. Maybe you'd help him. But he knew that that was wishful thinking. You were with his dad, his soon to be stepmom. Ethan clenched his jaw.

"God, Ethan." You gasp. "How can you watch this stuff so calmly?" You ask, eyes wide as you stare at the screen. Your legs had curled up to your body, your chest heaving up and down quickly.

Then your hand flies out to grab Ethan's arm, your eyes shutting tight at a disgusting view of someone getting eaten alive. Ethan glanced down at your tight grip, a small smile slowly edging his lips.

He can't help but lean closer to you, whispering. "I didn't think you were such a pussy."

You open your eyes to meet Ethan's gaze. You go to retract your hand, but Ethan quickly grabs it, keeping it pressed to his body. "I wouldn't want my soon to be stepmom to hate me, for not giving her comfort when she's scared." He mocks out.

You scoff. "It's you who hates me." You say, letting Ethan rub his thumb over the skin of your hand, as you slightly jump when a monster again cries on screen.

"'Hate's' a bit harsh." Ethan says, liking the way you grip his hand tighter.

"But it's true." You shift your gaze back to him. "You don't really like me do you?" There was a sense of sadness in your voice. You really wanted everyone to feel comfortable with your new role. Especially Bailey's children.

Ethan tilts his head. A devious, very wrong plan 'light bulbs' over his head. He shouldn't want to execute it, but then you shuffle closer to him, trying to brush off your fear as you getting more comfrtable. You were desperate for the family to like you. And Ethan was going to use that to his advantage.

Ethan interlaces your hands, letting them drop to his lap, keeping you close if you chose to move away. "How 'bout I make you a deal."

You glance at him, brows furrowed. You hadn't paid too much attention to your hands being interwined because your heart was already racing from the film. "Hm?"

Ethan grins. The first smile you'd seen from him. "If you can make it through a horror film of my choosing, I'll be nicer to you."

You nibble your lip in thought. "But I don't expect you to be totally nice to me. I just want you to be comfortable—"

"I'll be comfortable with you if you make it through the entire movie." Ethan cuts in, shifting slightly closer to you.

You pause, taking a breath to prepare yourself. "Alright. Deal." You smile.

Ethan's grin widens as he grabs the remote, choosing the movie. He chose the scariest most disturbing one he knew, knowing you'd freak out and touch him again. He wanted to be able to comfort you without it seeming out of place.

The movie begins. And not even 10 minutes in your tucking you feet under a pillow, shifting closer to a satisfied Ethan. Ethan manages to lift his arm over the back of the couch, directely behind your body. You jump, placing your and over your eyes.

"No, no." Ethan says, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away. "You have to actually watch it."

"But, it's disgusting." You grimace. Ethan keeps his grip on your wrist, keeping your hand by his lap.

"You can always back out. But that means I won't like you being in this house." Ethan warns with a shrug.

A determined expression covers your face as you sit straighter, which resulted in your thigh being pressed against his own. Ethan finally lets his arm slip around your shoulder, just as a particually shocking jump scare makes you press much more into Ethan's side.

He chuckles, making you mutter a quiet 'shut up'. With your gaze wide on the screen, Ethan gets the chance to stare at you, your face close.

As the movie progresses cute expressions of fear and disgust have appeared on your face. And Ethan's hand has started to draw closer and closer to the collar of your loose shirt. Ethan had quickly realised that you weren't wearing a bra.

Screams from the tv fill the room but all Ethan can focus on is the way your chest heaves up and down. Then as if his hand has a mind of it's own, his fingers slowly draw down the collar of your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin.

At first you barely notice, but then you feel Ethan's hand slipping inside your shirt, grazing his fingers over your nipple. Your eyes grow wide as your body tenses. You hear a soft groan come from Ethan as he rubs over your nipple with much more intent.

"Ethan—" You say, turning to glance at him to see he's already staring at you with a hooded gaze, filled with lust. You grab his wrist, attempting to pull his hand out of your shirt, staying gentle so as not to offend him. "I'm sorry." You say trying to keep the tension light. "I shouldn't have sat so close."

You go to move away, but Ethan pulls you back by his arm around your shoulder, now covering part of your neck. He can't resist as your neck nears, his lips beginning to drag across the tender skin.

"Ethan, I shouldn't be this close." You quickly say, placing your hand against his chest. "I know you're probably just turned on b-by the chick on screen." You gulp out.

Ethan shakes his head, his tongue now licking at your neck, his eyes fluttering shut. His hand sinks back into your shirt, now grabbing your tit, beginning to massage it. Your breathing quickens because the rough feel of his large hand is making a shiver run down your spine. "Please...Ethan. We can't."

"Didn't you say you wanted me to like you?" Ethan asks, nipping at the skin of your neck.

"Yes. But not like this. You know not like this." You say, hating the feeling of your core heating up.

"No, no. You want me to like you." Ethan says, taking his hand out of your shirt, before he swiftly grabs your thigh, pulling you around so that your straddling him. The pillow covering his hard on now tossed onto floor. "This is the only way I will."

Then before you can say another word Ethan's lips are smashing onto yours, eagerly pulling you closer, so that his bulge presses against your clothed pussy. You gasp through the kiss as you hear Ethan whimper. He kisses you with a built-up passion that you weren't prepared for. There's a moment where you forget about your already committed relationship, but when Ethan's lips return to your neck, littering kisses along your jaw, you remember. "Wait, Ethan...we really can't."

"Then stop me." Ethan mutters, as he hurriedly removes your shirt, quickly going back to kissing you. Your attempts are futile because the way his kisses are making your head spin, and the way his hard on has begun to grind into you, you can't help but let your strength drift away.

You manage to glance at the door a worried expression present. "Don't worry, no one's coming home." Ethan consoles, his licks and kisses reaching your perky nipple. You choke a gasp when Ethan wraps his lips around one, carefully sucking.

"Shit— Ethan." You breath, your back arching on its own, resulting in your hips moving against his bulge. Ethan's stuttering breath hits your tit. You stop, realising what you did.

"God, no— please don't stop." Ethan begs, grabbing your hips and trying to move you over him again.

"But Ethan— god." You gulp as the friction makes your pussy weep. "You've never— it's your first...you need to find a girl your age." You manage.

Ethan kitten licks your nipple, shaking his head. "No better person than my stepmom." He husks out.

That shouldn't have made your body shudder but it did. Ethan grinds up into you, moving your hips against him as little moans fall from his lips. "You feel so good..." He pants, watching your boobs slightly bounce at the movement.

"You know how to please a guy." Ethan continues, running his hands up and down your sides. "And I barely know how to jerk off well without thinking of you." He confessed. "Show me...I want you to show me how you please my dad. I bet he doesn't even make you cum." Then he's pulling you back down for a kiss, a grin of Ethan's only managing to break it.

At the mention of Ethan's dad, you manage to place your hands on his chest, pushing him back into the couch. Ethan stares at you, lips swollen, and realises that you may need some more convincing.

"He won't find out. Ever. I can promise that." Ethan says, keeping his hands wrapped around your body.

"But I'm practically your stepmom..." You say, managing to get off Ethan's lap.

"Fine." Ethan sighs. He watches you stand, trying to straighten out your modesty by the brushes over your clothes. "You wouldn't mind if I continue...right?"

Your brows furrow despite everything. But then your face smooths out in shocked realisation as Ethan unzips his pants, sticking his hand into his boxers, all while holding your gaze. "Ethan..."

"I'm just so turned on right now, y/n." He says, faking innocence. "I can't help but—" His mouth opens in pleasure as he begins to stroke his cock, having brought it out for your shameful eyes to see. "It's your fault." Wet noises fill the room, the tv only rolling credits now. "And I won't forgive you."

Ethan's dark eyes are practically oozing with lust as he pumps himself, letting his gaze wander down your frozen body. Your legs are pressed together in some lame form of relief, because your pussy is pulsing.

"I don't like you in this house." Ethan contines, before spitting in his hand to make his strokes more fluid. "I don't like you with my dad— fuck." His hips slightly buck up into his palm. "Do you really like him? You don't do you?" Ethan lets his head hang back, as he bites his lip.

"Because why would a gorgeous young woman like you get with someone like my dad?" He continues to stroke himself, and in all honesty you should be walking away, telling Ethan how inappropriate this is. But all you can do is stand and stare and Ethan continues to use that to his advantage.

"Yeah." He hums, a soft chuckle following. "I bet your dying to feel young hands touching you." He glances down at your thighs pressed together. "I'd touch you." He breathes. "Everywhere, especially between your legs. I mean look at you." He meets your gaze and you gulp.

"Your body is begging to be touched." Ethan is now shamelessly thrusting into his hand. "Let me touch you." He begs, his chest heaving up and down.

He meets your hesitant gaze, though he can spot the lust hidden behind. "If not, then at least give me something to help with this.” He gestures to his rock hard cock with his head. “Even just those tasty tits."

You had covered your chest with your shirt, holding it tightly to you chest. Your mind has been battling with itself, and soon the lustful side wins. You step a fraction closer, making Ethan's eyes widen with excitement.

"You just want some help...right?" You slowly ask, to which Ethan nods, his breathing picking up. You sit beside him on the couch, as you hand slowly reaches out, grazing over the pre-cum that still covers the tip of his cock. Ethan's hips jolt as his breathing stutters.

"I'll just help you cum. That's all you want...right?" You ask, meeting his gaze.

Ethan quickly nods, his hand tightening around a cushion, as he watches you spit into your hand. You had let your shirt go, letting Ethan see your breasts. Ethan's mouth opens in pleasure as you begin to stroke him, little whimpers and whines leaving his lips. "Oh—god—" He gulps out, completely dazed.

"Why do you think of me when you jerk off? Why not that girl I've seen come over?" You ask, slightly quickening your pace.

Ethan's eye's roll for a moment before he tries to answer. "Because she isn't— shit— she doesn't look like you. Or sound like you."

"What do I sound like?" You ask, situating yourself more comfortably on the couch.

"You sound like— sound like heaven."

You chuckle. "That's very sweet."

Ethan's hips thrust up into your palm. "I just want to kiss you when you hum random tunes." He confesses. "Want to touch you, because your voice makes my cock— oh god."

"My voice?" You ask, facing him a little more, as Ethan's eyes reach your breasts, bouncing a fraction from the shift.

He groans. "Can I touch you?" He asks desperately.

"I'm only helping you—"

Ethan quickly cuts in. "This will help me...oh god, this will help. Please let me touch you— I-i'll cum quicker if I can touch you."

"…alright—"

Before you manage to say more Ethan's hand is flying out to grab one of your tits, massaging it, as his thumb rubs over your nipple. "Mm, you feel so good...so good." You pump him quicker. "I love your nipples. S-so pretty." He rolls one of your nipples between his fingers.

"Are you close, sweetie?" You ask. The pet name makes Ethan thrust harder into your palm.

"Oh, god, oh god." He breathes, his hand moving up your neck to your lips, rubbing along the bottom one. He then sinks his finger past your lips. The feel of your wet mouth makes Ethan whimper pathetically.

"That wasn't an answer." You slightly tease out, as you speak slightly muffled from his finger, which had begun to explore your mouth, running over your tongue.

"Yeah. I'm close. I'm so close— fuck. You’re so pretty." He half prasies half pleads, as his hip thrusts get sloppier.

When he orgasms, his body wracking with pleasure, he spills over his stomach and your hand, as moans and whines leave his lips. He's panting, head leant back against the couch.

With one final stroke you let him go. Ethan slightly whines at the loss of contact even if any more touching would be considered overstimulation. He met your gaze, before glancing down at your tightly pressed thighs. His hand drops from your mouth, bringing your spit down to rub across your thigh.

You quickly grab his hand, keeping it from wandering. Ethan meets your gaze to see that your bringing your other hand up to suck his orgasm off.

Ethan's mouth is open, chest still heaving. He tries to move past your grip, desperately wanting to touch you.

"Ethan."

"I want to touch you." His tone is harsher than initially intended.

You shake your head, the tiniest of smiles edging your lips. "I was only going to help you."

Ethan goes to speak, but you quickly cut in. "And specifically your cock." You whisper, before getting off the couch, the ding of the doorbell breaking the heavy breaths.

You round the couch, placing your shirt back over your head. Ethan watches you, as you pause, slightly leaning over the back of the couch, by Ethan's head, as he gazes up at you.

“That’ll be the pizza.” You say, before leaning closer. “And I finished the movie.” You gesture to the frozen screen of the finished film before heading towards the door, leaving Ethan panting and even more lustful than before.

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[gurugirl]

Would U ever do a good boy harry like prologue kinda takes place before the series where harry likes hear her moaning in her sleep and starts wanking to her on the other side of the wall or something

Well I'm a sucker for this kind of thing... not really a true prologue but YES WHY NOT. Written very fast! Thank you to the anon who suggested this 🙈

Summary: Harry's stepmom is moaning in her bedroom and Harry can't help himself.

Word Count: 1,074

Warning: masturbation, slight exhibitionist kink, inappropriate relationship/fantasy, this is stepmom!reader x stepson!harry (everyone is an adult here - I do not write smut with minors just as a reminder!)

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Harry tried not to think about her that way. About his stepmom. God, she was hot. Just a bit older than he was with the cutest laugh and the way she would twirl her fingers in his long hair every time he went to his dad's to visit would drive him crazy.

And only an hour before she was trying to get him to let her braid it. So he let her a little but his dick was expanding in his joggers and he got up halfway through and apologized, running off to his bedroom before she could get a peek at what was happening to his cock. He had to finish himself to the image of her licking her lips and looking at him with her pretty doe eyes.

What was wrong with him? Aside from the fact that he was a virgin still. An adult in college who hadn't yet gotten laid. Perhaps that was why he was so hard up for her. But it wasn't like she was the only girl to ever give him any kind of attention. It's just that Y/n's attention was so innocent. The sweet hugs and subtle touches. The conversations about nothing and the way she'd be wearing the shortest goddamn shorts after tennis all sweaty and gulping down her water in the kitchen without care. Which always had him running up to his room and wanking off like a damn teenager.

But at that moment? With the house dark and quiet he could hear her in her bedroom. Yes her bedroom. She and his father didn't share a room. It was an odd arrangement but Harry knew better than to ask too many questions. All he knew was that if she were his he’d have her in his bed next to him every night. But of course, she wasn’t his. She was his dad’s wife.

He wasn't completely sure that what he was hearing was what he thought he was hearing. Little moans. Soft and breathy. Her door was cracked open and so was his.

Another long sigh from her had him sitting up in bed and straining to hear more. He knew his father was in his own bedroom and long asleep so she wasn't with him.

"Mmmm..." it was muffled and quiet but the house was also quiet and Harry couldn't mistake the sound. He closed his eyes and laid his head back into his pillow.

He'd tried and failed so many times to keep his thoughts out of the gutter with her but he'd already had full-on fantasies about her before. And he figured she'd never find out that he could hear her. What was the harm if he could just stroke himself a little while she moaned? No one had to know.

Harry pulled his tissue box next to himself on his bed and spit into his palm. His cock was already hard. Pathetic when he really thought about it. Because he'd already fucked his fist and nutted not that long before thinking about Y/n.

When he smoothed his hand down his shaft he parted his lips and spread his legs, long strokes up and down his length as he heard another gasp from her room. Smoothing his thumb over his slit he felt he was already dripping for her. Precome pushing from his tip. He pulled the moisture down himself and used his other hand to fondle his balls and he whimpered into his pillow after he flipped himself to his tummy. He didn't want her to hear him the way he could hear her.

He rutted down into his fist, his face heating up and heart pounding as her own little moans grew more frequent. He could almost see her in his mind’s eye. Pretty body, all soft and supple, perked nipples dancing over wobbly soft tits as she slid her fingers over her pussy that he would give almost anything to look at. He wondered if she was using a toy or just her hands. Wondered if she was humping a pillow or who she was imagining. Did she look at porn to get herself in the mood? Had she gotten turned on from braiding his hair earlier? Unlikely, he thought to himself.

Fucking down into his fist he imagined her body under his, imagined he was dipping into her sweet hole and bringing those noises to her lips, making her gush as she raked her nails down his back.

"Fuck me..." he whispered with his mouth smashed into his pillow as he felt his balls tighten and his insides get all sticky and mushy and hot.

He quickly pulled a wad of tissues from the box and laid them down over the mattress and went back to his desperate strokes as his stepmom gasped and panted, the sound of what he thought could be her coming had his brain spinning and his cock throbbing as he beat himself tip to root, over and over again until he was spurting out all the sticky mushy come that had built up in his balls and poured it over the tissues. He moaned loudly just as Y/n's own noises were halted. She'd finished right before he had. If that was in fact what she’d been doing. He had his doubts but what else could it have been?

He breathed heavily as he tugged at his cock one last good stroke before he sat back to his haunches and wiped his hand with the tissues and tossed the mess into his garbage.

The house was silent again and he heard light footsteps over hardwood planks in the floor, “Night Harry,” her soft whispered voice sounded just before he heard her door click close. She'd either just realized her door was cracked open or she knew all along. Harry didn't imagine she'd done it on purpose.

However, the night Harry was something. Wasn’t it? Had she heard him? Did she know he was still awake? Was this a test?

But no. He couldn’t think like that. He was already in too deep with his feelings for his stepmom. She was a nice young woman who was sweet to him. That’s all it was. Nothing more. It would be impossible that she’d find her husband’s son attractive. That she’d just masturbated and let him hear her on purpose. That she wanted to get a rise out of him. Definitely not.

But then again…

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[lipglossanon]

i think i read here once about stepmom reader and stepson leon and i would love to read that concept 😤

imagine leon being the meanest n reader is just a sweetheart!!! she just wants to get along with him :((( but when they meet each other leon is so cold and rude <///3 reader looks so downhearted and embarrassed and leon can't help but find that amusing but also .... mmmm interesting. maybe he can find a way to get along with her :PP he will have a lot of fun for sure !!

Howdy anon! 👋

Yes! He is on my docket for the next Leon’s I’m going to write about; the reason I’m trying to wrap up what I have going on now is for stories like that one (trying not to get overwhelmed since I’m writing like 8 different Leon’s any given time lmao).

But you’re on the same track I am!! I guess it won’t hurt to give you guys a little snippet of what I’ve written 😉 🤭

Leon smiles at you as his dad leaves, “Sorry to drop in like this.”

Your frown smooths out as you take a deep breath, “Not your fault, sorry if I’m off kilter. He didn’t even tell me about you til now.”

You wince after saying the words out loud but Leon only laughs.

“It’s okay. I’ll stay out of your hair as much as possible.”

You wave your hand, “Don’t be silly, it’ll be nice to have company again.”

He smiles again but this one makes you feel a little more on edge, something about the way it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Well then, I’m sure we’ll get on like a house on fire.”

[wndaswife]

be my baby

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

tags: smut, d/s, infidelity, dumbification, strap-on, masturbation, manipulation, possessive & jealous behaviour, fingering, overstimulation, somnophilia, degradation, praise, mommy kink, dom!stepmom!wanda maximoff, sub!stepdaughter!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 12 505

summary: despite her controlling nature and possessive behaviour, your stepmother has always cared for you, and she'd do anything to show you just how much she does.

a/n: this gif makes me feel things

gif credit to creator.

Your stepmother had always been a bit controlling. Your father had never had an issue with it because he saw his wife’s ceaseless coddling of you to be a sign of the two of you getting along. 

You had no real problem with her. She was touchy and, at times, overbearing, but she was more concerned with you than your own father, or anyone else, had ever been. Several times during the day when you were doing work in your room, Wanda would come upstairs with a plate of cut and peeled fruit, dinner you hadn’t come down for, cups of freshly brewed tea and coffee. She truly did care for you.

Although completely capable of paying for yourself, Wanda would buy your food and all your things when you went shopping with her. She picked out clothes she imagined you’d look nice in. Once, she held up a skimpy two-piece bikini for you to try on. You flushed bright red and tried turning your focus away from the woman who responded by repositioning the swimwear in front of your face.

She ended up buying it for you anyways when you were looking around the other side of the store.

What was initially seen by you as entirely too questionable and intrusive was eventually meshed into sweet, considerate gestures that made your heart swell and turned your limbs into jelly. It was normal to feel this way, Wanda had told you when you shied away from her wandering hands. This was a typical relationship for close stepmothers and daughters, and you knew nothing else but what Wanda told you when she whispered it softly in your ear as if it was an intimate promise between the two of you.

Wanda would place her hand on your leg under the dinner table, squeezing your thigh occasionally to remind you that she was holding you. The warmth of her curious hands grew to be a comfort, massaging your shoulders while you studied, pulling you backwards against the curve of her body by your hips while you washed dishes.

Despite her evident fondness for you, you tiptoed around your stepmother as stepdaughters often did. 

On the night of your friend’s birthday party, you crept downstairs to the living room where you could hear your father and stepmother watching television together. You eyed the front door and all but slithered towards it, your steps muted and your breathing at a halt. 

Then, a reprimand from behind you that caused you to restrain a groan, “Is this what you’re wearing?”

You turned slowly, trying to hold on to the little hope you had left that your presence would slip from Wanda and your father’s minds within the next several seconds. When you faced your stepmother from across the living room, her expression was cold and wildly judgemental, the corner of her mouth twitching as she held back further criticism that was no doubt sitting on her tongue, ready to be spat out.

Humming cautiously while you looked down at yourself, you answered, almost too quiet to hear, “Yes…?” But Wanda heard it. Of course she did. You looked back up, every movement slow and careful as to not rile her up. When your eyes found her, she had looked away from you. She was watching television again, your father’s arm wrapped around her shoulders as he called something over to you about being safe when you went out for the party. 

But your eyes were on Wanda. Her expression and body language seemed all but docile, but the clenching of her jaw and the tapping of her fingers on the side of her thigh indicated that a significant portion of her previous disagreement towards your outfit remained.

Deciding that you didn’t want to deal with her anger, even if you could push it back for when you came home, you headed back upstairs, trying not to make your contempt evident in the way you dropped your bag right onto the floor before you went to change. 

Wanda watched as you went back up to your room, eyes narrowed at your clenched fists. “I’ll talk to her,” she muttered to your father before standing up and following after you. She picked your bag up from the ground, eyes pinned on the stream of light coming from your ajar bedroom door. Once arriving at the top of the stairs, Wanda eyes landed on your undressed body beyond your slightly agape door. Her eyes flashed with mirth before she backed out of sight.

You were in a pretty lace set that Wanda got for you. When she gifted it to you for your birthday, she ensured that she had only wanted to make you happy, and despite your stubborn timidity, you couldn’t hide the way you loved how she took care of you. Wanda took her phone from her pocket and took a few photos of your cute little body, zooming in especially on your ass and the perfect swells of your breasts. Her pretty girl.

Once you had slipped on a black long-sleeved dress that reached your knees, Wanda stepped into your room with your bag in hand. You were standing in front of your vanity, bent over slightly to put new earrings on in the mirror to match your dress.

“Thank you for changing, lyubov,” Wanda said, placing your bag down on your bed. You watched as Wanda approached you from behind through your mirror. Her hips were pressed against your ass and you flinched forward, but your stepmother was quick to place your hands on her waist and pull you upwards so your back was flush against her front. The swift movement made you gasp and Wanda ran her hands up and down your sides soothingly in response.

With her arms still around your body, she slipped a few of her rings from her fingers. Rings held into one hand and her other holding your wrist up, Wanda began sliding her rings onto your fingers, slow and tantalising. Arousal grew within you, you causing you to buck your ass back into her hips. She switched to your other hand, your newly ring-clad fingers holding onto her wrist loosely. When she was finished, she lifted your hands up to kiss your knuckles. “Home by eleven, sweetheart,” Wanda reminded you, her hands returning to your sides as she looked at you through the mirror.

Wanda had set a curfew for you when she married your father. She laid down a lot of rules once she became part of your small family, and your father cared little to pose any arguments to her sudden possessiveness over his daughter. You had initially protested when she enforced things like curfews as you were a college student, and not even your father had set one for you since you were thirteen. But she always found a way to convince you. 

Your shoulders relaxed entirely when she cupped your face with her warm hands while you had your foot down in adamant disagreement. She stared down at you tenderly before pulling you into a tight, protective hug. ‘I’m only worried for you, angel,’ she had told you. ‘You’re such a delicate, pretty thing. I’d never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you.’ You closed your eyes once she finally convinced you, letting Wanda hold you while you finally conceded.

You nodded and turned your head to look at her. Wanda smiled down at you, pride growing within her at your submission evident in the way her eyes ran down your face. 

“Come home early, baby. Let’s watch a movie together when you get back. It’s your pick tonight,” Wanda told you. When you nodded again, she let go of you and headed back to your bed to pick up your bag and hand it to you. You missed the warmth of her body, but her arm was soon wrapped around your waist as the two of you left your bedroom to walk downstairs. 

You exchanged quick goodbyes with your father before Wanda led you out onto the front porch. She tucked your hair behind your ear and you tensed. Wanda giggled at your timidity. You were so cute.

“Do you need me to give you a ride?” she asked you, running her fingers through your hair. Your eyes avoided Wanda’s as her undivided attention was retained on you.

“Um,” you hesitated, “I’m okay. I’m going to walk to the store and Monica is going to pick me up from there.” Wanda never liked when you brought your friends up around her. You weren’t sure why she detested every friend you’d brought up around her, although you never asked, but she bristled visibly whenever you mentioned them and often snuck in snarky remarks about them at any given opportunity.

“She’s not just going to pick you up from here? She’s making you walk?” Wanda asked, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. Her blatant bewilderment at the idea of someone having you walk instead of offering you a ride spread warmth throughout your body. You almost hoped Wanda would pull you into her chest again and comfort you about the smallest things, including having to walk to the convenience store.

‘Oh, baby, it’s going to be okay. You’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can do it, sweetheart,’ she would say, petting your head and muttering sweet things into your ear.

It was normal to fantasise about those things about your stepmother, wasn’t it? Wanda always assured you that it was.

You tried to explain, mentioning your friends as little as possible, “I think I just want to bring a few drinks since I’m coming in a bit late, and Monica won't be able to pick me up for another ten minutes.”

“Let me drive you instead. You don’t have to wait for Monica,” Wanda insisted. There was something possessive about her offer, but you disregarded it.

“No, it’s alright, really,” you replied. “I need the walk.”

She raised her hands in surrender. “Okay. Fine,” she gave in. “Text me the address of the party, please. Now. So you don't forget to do it later.”

You tried to restrain your fingers’ trembling as you acted quickly in response to Wanda’s demand, taking your phone out of your pocket and opening your conversation up with her. You typed in the address and you could feel Wanda watching you as you did. Once it was sent, your stepmother pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“That’s a good girl,” she praised. You blushed and hid your reddened face from her. Wanda cupped your cheek. “Be safe. Text me if you need anything.”

Monica picked you up at the store after you bought a case of beer. The party was as good as parties typically were when you met up with your closest friends. You had a fun, easy time with them, dodging needy men and drinking enough that the hours slipped into minutes. Wanda’s curfew sped past you, forgotten in the myriad of flashing lights and perpetual movement that meshed together in the pocket of time that was a party. 

Pulling you back down to the ground where time suddenly returned to existence, Wanda forced her way through the party you were at. The moment she stepped through the crowd and laid her eyes on you, you were circled by familiar and unfamiliar faces and a man feeling you up. His hand was placed on your knee, slowly pushing his way up your thigh and under your dress. 

Scattered wolf whistles went unnoticed by you as Wanda pushed through several more people and wasted no more time in storming forward and taking your wrist in her hand. She forced you up and dragged you out of the house. You were being forced away from the man and your friends before you could even protest. Several drinks spilled from the sudden aggressive action until you were finally out of the house and in front of Wanda’s car down the crowded street. 

“Wanda? What are you doing here?” you asked, finally coming to your senses and now able to question what was happening. 

She opened the car door and shoved you in before getting into the driver’s side. Once slamming the door shut, she took hold of your jaw and forced you to look at her. “I’ve told you that you aren’t permitted to stay out past eleven, and you’ve blatantly disobeyed me. It’s one in the morning and you smell like booze. I come to pick you up, worried for you, and there’s a man sitting next to you with his hand up your dress. First, you won’t let me drive you, and now, this? How am I supposed to react, Y/N?” She lets go of your jaw and she cups your cheek softly.

“Is this what my little girl’s become?” Her very stare is condescending as she looks down at you, eyes narrowed as if she was scolding a child. “I expected to see my sweet angel when I came to see you tonight, hoping that you had just lost track of time like the little bimbo you are, and what I saw was you whoring yourself out like some needy bitch. Is that what you are? Hm?”

“No, mommy, please,” you begged, leaning up to hug her, begging her for her forgiveness. She loved when you called her that, and that was often her weak spot, but Wanda was persistent tonight.

“That’s not what I saw, sweetheart.” Her thumb stroked your cheekbone. “Have any of those men fucked you?”

You shook your head so hard you became lightheaded.

A small gratified smile formed on Wanda’s lips and you felt the weight in your stomach lift. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” Her hand left your face and she started the car. 

“Are you still mad at me?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper. 

Both of Wanda’s hands found the wheel and she drove down the street, heading home. “Yes. But I know you’re just an idiotic, brainless girl. I’ll find a way to expect less of you next time.” 

You sunk down in your seat dejectedly, the heavy feeling of having disappointed your mother outweighing any concern of the scene that happened at the party. You hardly thought about it at all as you stole a few glances of Wanda throughout the ride, her expression stone-cold and still. “Do we still get to watch a movie?”

Wanda shook her head and you watched intently as her eyes were focused on the road home. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. Not only do you not deserve time with me anymore, but you need to get your sleep,” she told you.

Even while angry with you, and disappointed, even, your stepmother was still thinking of you. A small smile pulled at your lips as you turned to look out the window, now comfortable with the feeling in Wanda’s car. Things were always better around her. Sometimes, you wondered why you ever chose to do anything but be by her side, to allow yourself to be shaped in her preference- in her hands. Everything was warmer there.

Perhaps, if they heard about it, your friends would ridicule your relationship with Wanda, but you couldn’t find yourself caring about what other people might think of the way she cared for you like you were her little pet. If Wanda asked for it, you’d make her your entire world without a second thought to it, doing nothing without her permission, your head filled with only the warm thoughts she put there.

When the two of you got home, the lights in the house were completely dimmed, making you think about how Wanda must’ve been waiting for you to come home at the curfew time you’d agreed to. You ducked behind her guiltily as she took her jacket off and locked the front door. As if you were a lost puppy, you trailed behind her as she headed upstairs, and eventually, to your bedroom.

“Where’s dad?” you questioned quietly, simply watching as your stepmother dug through your dresser for your pyjamas. 

“Sleeping. Where else?” Wanda answered dismissively, tossing your clothes on your bed. She put her hands on her hips and glared at you. You shied away under her stare. If he was asleep, it meant that she had truly been waiting for you, for two entire hours. She really did like spending time with her precious girl. “You need to change,” she told you before leaving your bedroom. “Then come to the washroom.”

You did what she asked of you as quickly as you could, not wanting to keep her any longer than you already had tonight. By the time you joined Wanda in the washroom, you were in the pretty nightgown she chose for you, bought by her a few weeks ago, your hair brushed through. You stepped forward cautiously, but Wanda was quick to put an arm around your shoulders and pull you into her. 

“Open,” she commanded simply, looking down at you as your head laid against her chest. You parted your lips immediately and a toothbrush was pushed into your mouth. Wanda began brushing your teeth for you, ridding you of the scent of booze that your stepmother hated when you’d been drinking around anyone other than her. “Since you can’t do anything on your own, mommy has to brush your teeth for you.” Wanda’s words were reprimanding, but the tone she took was soft. Her eyes, looking over your sleepy face as you were hugged against her body, were warm in admiration. 

What sounded like an apology was muffled out of you, but Wanda clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, silencing you.

Wanda continued to coo soft praises as she brushed your teeth gently, her arm wrapped around your shoulders securely as your body was hugged against her. “Doesn’t it feel better to be here with mommy, baby?”

You nodded.

She pouted in feigned sympathy, her eyebrows furrowing together as she nodded in response. “See, you’re not so dumb. My pretty princess can be smart, too.”

Wanda pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and rinsed it under the running sink. She leaned you forward, instructing into your ear, “Spit.” You did while Wanda took a makeup wipe from its package and pulled you upwards with an arm around your waist. The cold wipe was pressed to your face, and you realised that Wanda was taking your makeup off for you. You smiled at the realisation and an overwhelming urge to fall forward and lay your head on her shoulder came over you. But you wanted to be good for your stepmother, so you stayed still and closed your eyes while she removed your mascara, her other hand angling your head up with her finger hooked under your chin.

When she was done taking your makeup off, she threw the wipe out and entrusted that you could wash your face on your own. You promised her that you could. She slipped off her rings that you had borrowed from your fingers as slowly and tantalisingly as she had put them on, then left to head into her bedroom.

Everything was excruciatingly silent after that. You turned off the washroom light and stood in the dark hallway, your eyes darting between your bedroom and the other as you wrung your nightgown between your fingers. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth painfully, you took shaky steps forward into Wanda’s and your dad’s bedroom. Your father was sleeping soundly in his bed, shrouded by dark shadows as you crept into the room’s washroom. 

Wanda was brushing her hair when you stepped into the washroom. She turned her head to look at you, her eyes running down your body now that she had her first glimpse at you wearing the dress she had bought for you. “What is it, darling?” she asked before looking back over to the mirror. She was wearing a wine red silk slip. You had seen her wear this one before. It wasn’t tight-fitting, but the way the garment fell over the curve of her perfect ass was hard to pull your eyes away from.

You approached her and wrapped your hands around her forearm gently, tugging lightly. “Can you sleep with me tonight, mama?” you requested before resting your cheek on her shoulder and watching her brush through her long hair. She smelled so good. Wanda had slipped into your bed before, the first time being when you had been stressing over an exam. She was holding you against her as you cried, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep in her arms. After that, it had become a habit for you to ball up in her arms on some overwhelming days, laying your head against her chest as the two of you cuddled together in your bed.

Uttering out a soft ‘mama’ was all that Wanda often needed to be convinced to fall asleep with you, but tonight, she was stubborn. You must have sincerely offended her when you didn’t come home.

“No, baby. Not tonight,” she told you, putting her brush down and twisting open a translucent royal blue case of white cream that she rubbed into her face with her fingertips, then repeating the same motions down her neck. You watched her slender fingers run across her taut skin, the smell of her facial cream making you all the more sleepy. It was always Wanda’s mildly sweet scent that helped you fall asleep when her arms were wrapped around you during thunderstorms. It was also the pressure of her hold, possessive and ever tight. Her soft breathing as she exhaled against your shoulder as she slept. You never realised how dependent you were on her, how vulnerable you were when you were with her. 

You tugged on her arm. “Please? I’m sorry for being bad. I just want to spend time with you. Please?” you pleaded, on the tips of your toes as you whined into her ear, watching her expression as she continued with her nighttime routine. You twirled a soft lock of Wanda’s long hair around your finger. “Please?”

Wanda exhaled through her nose and you lifted your head from your shoulder to look at her face. She uttered out a resentful, “Fine.” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and bounced against her excitedly. Wanda shushed you quickly and you shrunk against her, eyes on her accusational expression and sharp gaze. She was still angry at you, after all, and you were behaving carelessly with your father still sleeping in the other room.

With both your arms dependently wrapped around Wanda’s right upper arm, she led the both of you out of the washroom, turning off the light and stepping out. You ducked your head beyond her shoulder as you crept across the bedroom with her. Both you and your stepmother padded across the room, although she seemed much more nonchalant about it. How many times had she had to do this, you wondered- leave her husband’s side to join you in your bedroom?

Still trailing behind her with your arms wrapped around one of your stepmother’s, she led you into your bedroom and closed your door. You removed your hold from around her gingerly as she shut your bedroom light off, one pretty dim light on your nightstand illuminating your bedroom with warm brilliance. Shuffling against your bedroom floor quickened as you sped-walked to your stepmother and wrapped your arms around her from behind.

“Are you drunk, malysh?” Wanda asked you as she leaned over to pull the blanket of your bed back.

You buried your face in her hair. “No,” you lied.

Your stepmother only hummed sceptically in response. She straightened and allowed you to slip into your bed first. You took Wanda’s hand and tugged her in bed with you. She let you pull her in, her sweet scent gusting against you as she moved in beside you. You wrapped your arms around her immediately while Wanda pulled your blankets over both of you. 

“Mommy,” you uttered out happily against her chest. After Wanda reached up to turn off the lamp by your nightstand and got herself settled with her arms around you, you looked up, your head laying between the valley of her breasts. “I’m sorry for making you mad. I just got caught up in the party, mama. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

A hand raised to the back of your head, scratching at your scalp soothingly. “I like to hear you apologise, sweetheart. You’re so cute with those pretty words coming out of your mouth,” she told you, a soft, proud smile beaming down at you. “I don’t want to see you disobeying me again.”

You shook your head. “I won’t,” you promised confidently. When Wanda told you she forgives you, you reached up to rest your head on her shoulder, your hair tickling her neck as you hugged yourself close to her.

Within half an hour, Wanda was holding you from behind, your back hugged flushed against the front of her body as you slept soundly in her hold. After some amount of time, you groaned softly as you began to wake up, eyes fluttering open at the rapid movement behind you.

“Yes!” Wanda hissed out, her breath ragged and her movement tremulous as you felt her jerk behind you, the mattress dipping uncomfortably. Your heartbeat quickened without reason as you listened to your stepmother’s exclamations.

You tried to shut your eyes, to sleep through whatever it was that was happening behind you and never bring it up again, but it was impossible to ignore, much less fall asleep during it. 

“That feels so good, puppy. Ah! My pussy is so wet for you,” she mumbled as you listened to the filthy squelching of her pussy. Your chest tightened as the realisation set in that your stepmother was masturbating right behind you, her fingers fucking in and out of her tight cunt as her arm was pressed up against your back. “Y/N, I love how you fuck me,” Wanda groaned, her slip hiked up to her hips and her legs parted.

Your name, as you have heard her say hundreds of times before, was being moaned from beyond her lips as her fingers were buried deep inside of her pussy. You felt pressure build between your thighs the longer you listened to your stepmother masturbate. You debated whether or not it would be better to shift slightly, signalling to Wanda that you had woken up. Would she stop touching herself if you did? Would she continue without a second thought? 

Not ready to find the answer, you laid still, silencing your shaky breaths. You wondered how many other times Wanda had masturbated behind you while you were sleeping soundly.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda’s head was lolled to the side, watching your body tremble as you willed everything in you not to squeeze your thighs together and out at the very feeling that listening to your stepmother fuck her pussy planted within you. She was sure to curl her fingers, parting her digits inside of her so you could hear how wet she was for you.

When she finally reached her hilt, her back arched from the bed, an unstrained cry leaving her as her orgasm washed over her in heavy ripples. You screwed your eyes together tightly at her uninhibited moans and desperate squeals. Her body fell back onto the bed as she panted. It didn’t take long for her to wrap her arm around your waist again, pulling you against her like you had been before. Wanda kissed your shoulder and then your neck, taking your earlobe between her lips and sucking softly. Her hand reached up to grope your breast, kneading her warm palm against you. Her glistening fingers, coated with her juices, tugged at your erect nipple before she pulled your ass against her hips.

Your thighs squeezed together inadvertently and Wanda smirked against your neck before burying her nose in your soft hair and closing her eyes again. As you took in the indistinct scent of Wanda’s pussy, you felt as if though you were embraced by your stepmother in a way you hadn’t ever been before, and you fell asleep once more. Even if she had stuck her own fingers in your cunt, fucking you while you slept, you’d still be able to fall asleep in her arms. You loved your stepmother, and you’d need her no matter what she did.

You woke up without her the next morning, which you realised when you expected to lean back into her warm body and ended up laying back onto an otherwise empty bed. The smell of fresh breakfast filled your room, the soft sizzle of the kitchen stove from downstairs reaching your ears. With an urge to wear your pretty nightgown Wanda had bought you in front of her only, you changed into different clothes before you made your way to the kitchen downstairs.

Wanda was standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand, the smell of bacon and eggs growing stronger as you stepped further into the kitchen. Your father noticed you first with an overjoyous, “Y/N! Good morning!” Your stepmother turned at the mention of your name, a smile forming on her pink lips at the sight of you. 

“Good morning, Y/N,” she greeted, her voice smooth as nectar and just as sweet. Her dark brown hair was tied up, stray strands falling down the back of her neck and around her face. She was also wearing different clothes- a loose shirt with black yoga pants. Her attention was turned back to the breakfast on the pan in front of her before recollections of last night came flooding back to you, prompting you to redirect your focus onto something else.

After mumbling out a ‘Good morning,’ in response, your father returned to Wanda’s side, wrapping a hand around her hips and lifting up an empty plate for her to place the freshly cooked eggs on. They looked okay for each other. They always have. A demure couple, ordinary and traditional. Maybe you could rid yourself of the memories from last night, to forget it had ever happened and continue your relationship with Wanda as it had always been. 

But the way your name had left her that night. It was your name, not his. Your name in its entirety, every rise and fall of her tongue as she pronounced it without equivocation, without hesitation. Even in trying your hardest to forget what had happened, to chalk it all up to some hallucination, the feeling that bloomed in your chest as you recalled the way Wanda had uttered it out in the way that she did was indelible. The feeling that your name had only ever been composed to exist for Wanda Maximoff to call it out in the dead of the night, her fingers deep inside herself as she allowed her mind to be encapsulated by the thought of you.

You took a seat at the dining table and your dad began placing down the glasses and utensils while Wanda set the plates up. She made your eggs how you liked them, scrambled with peppers and herbs. She came with your plate first, reaching over your shoulder and placing your breakfast on the placemat in front of you. A soft kiss was pressed to your temple before she pulled away to get the other plates, leaving you with shivers running up your body at her gesture.

You poured yourself a glass of water to keep yourself occupied as Wanda prepared the table. She squeezed her husband’s shoulder gently before taking a seat beside you.

“Wanda tells me you had quite the nightmare last night,” your dad noted aloud as he sprinkled salt onto his eggs.

Your teeth bit down on the inside of your cheek to restrain the satisfied moan that you nearly let out as you chewed a forkful of scrambled eggs. Wanda was a great cook. You only had to tell her how you preferred your food once for her to remember it for every home-cooked meal afterwards. “I did, a little,” you answered briefly.

A hand was placed on your knee under the table. When Wanda looked over at you, eyes crinkling slightly with a sweet smile, you knew it was hers.

“I miss when your stepmother hadn’t yet taken my place as your favourite parent,” your father teased. But neither you or your stepmother were listening to him.

Your eyes were focused on the dish in front of you, forking scrambled eggs and bacon into your mouth as modestly as you could with your stepmother’s hand still on your knee, slowly inching up your thigh. She squeezed your upper thigh and laughed richly.

“Y/N’s just a mommy’s girl. So sweet to me,” Wanda giggled, running her hand up and down your clothed thigh. She squeezed harshly suddenly, forcing your eyes to dart up to her. You were greeted with one of her saccharine smiles, eyebrows furrowed with condescending sympathy. “Isn’t that right?” 

You nodded silently and went back to eating your breakfast. Pleased with your submission to her, Wanda ceased teasing you for the rest of breakfast apart from her hand being placed on your upper thigh throughout the entirety of the meal. 

Wanda was upstairs with your father when breakfast was over, helping him get ready for his late-night shift. For the first time, you wondered what they might be doing, why Wanda had to stay up there with him for so long while he was doing something as trivial as getting ready for work. He was a grown man, wasn’t he? He didn’t need her help.

During your sudden spark of debilitating spite, the knife you were washing slipped from your fingers, nearly slicing the heel of your hand before you recoiled suddenly. Your elbows came into contact with something firm and with one swift movement, Wanda’s arms were wrapped around your waist. She pulled you into her, humming satisfiedly into your ear. You tensed, your shoulders raising to your ears before Wanda pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Did you enjoy breakfast?” she asked you, her voice a low seductive purr despite simply asking about a meal you shared. 

You nodded and Wanda laughed, seemingly quite pleased with your answer. Wanda was a talented cook. She baked on the weekends, catered for special events, and cooked for every meal whenever she was home. She remembered your every preference for every dish, your favourite colours for icing she would decorate your desserts with. Everything Wanda touched in the kitchen would turn into something as delicious as it was beautiful. 

You had cooked with your stepmother a handful of times, and it was no less than enchanting; the closest the real world would ever have to real sorcery. You made many of your favourite dishes, as Wanda had insisted you do together, along with several others she believed you would love, which you did. There was something so intimate about spending time with your stepmother, who asked things to have your answers, who listened to what you said to remember each word, who took the time to be with you.

“Wanda…” you whimpered, inhaling sharply as you settled your nerves. 

Wanda loosened her hold around your waist to tip her head to the side and meet your eyes with hers as she continued to hug you from behind. “What is it, zaya?” she asked. 

Zaya. It meant ‘little rabbit’ in Russian. Wanda told you what it meant when she used the term while picking you up from campus one afternoon. You shrunk in her arms, melting in her hold at the pet name. 

You twisted your lips around, directing your focus on the pressurised stream of the hot tap water as you washed the dishes. You had a few glasses left to wash, and you knew you wouldn’t have anything else to distract yourself with once you finished. You tried to get your words out, but you were never the confrontational kind. “Last night-”

Wanda’s eyebrows arched upwards. “Yes?”

“Last night, um… I thought you were… But it could’ve been my mistake,” you hesitated, scrubbing at the rim of one glass with the soapy sponge for far longer than necessary.

“Use your words like a big girl, Y/N,” your stepmother reprimanded. Her hold on your waist tightened as she ran her hands down your sides supportively until her hands were on your hips. She sometimes spoke to you like this, as if you were simply a child in need of discipline. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Even a little.

After rinsing the last glass, you placed it on the rack by the sink and dried your hands. “I sort of- I woke up in the middle of the night last night and I thought you were…” 

Wanda laid her head on your shoulder, looking up at you. “You thought I was what, sweetheart?” she asked you.

You laid your hands on the counter, playing with your fingers. You avoided eye contact with her, knowing that if you had met her eyes, you wouldn’t be able to find words within you to say anything at all. “Thought you were doing something weird,” you replied.

“Weird?” Wanda repeated with a chuckle. With her hands still on your hips, she spun you around so you were facing her, your lower back pressing into the sink. “What do you mean, moya lyubov?” She stared at you for a few moments, her thumb rubbing against your hip. Her eyebrows furrowed together and her head tipped to the side curiously. “You thought I was doing something… dirty?”

Your face flushed and you looked away from her, the pressure of her hands on your hips suddenly overbearing as you squirmed between her and the counter. Wanda pushed herself against you, confining you in your spot.

“Oh, is that it?” your stepmother purred, eyebrows quirked upwards.

On the tips of your toes, you tried looking over Wanda’s shoulder at the staircase in the hallway, the idea of your father coming down to see his wife pressed up against his daughter looming over you dangerously. What you were doing with her wasn’t wrong, was it? But you felt so worried about being caught. 

Wanda cupped your cheek with her hand, bringing your attention back to her. “I would never take advantage of you like that, baby,” she cooed. She pulled your head against her chest. Her reaction was overly comforting perhaps, but you closed your eyes anyways, letting your stepmother pet your hair and kiss the top of your head. “It was just a bad dream, sweetheart,” Wanda murmured, “just a dream.”

Your stepmother spent the rest of the day doing errands after she dropped off your father at work. The house was barren and deafeningly silent while you were home alone all day without Wanda; a stark and lonely transition from the night and breakfast you had spent together.

Before she had left, Wanda reminded you that you weren’t allowed to have friends over or leave the house as punishment for your behaviour last night. When your stepmother took your chin in her fingers and pressed a kiss to your forehead before she left, you accepted that you had to atone for what you had done. You wanted to make it up to her.

You could only hope that Wanda came home as soon as she could.

At around five in the evening, you sped down the stairs after you heard the doorbell ring. You opened the front door to see Wanda holding several grocery bags, and you took a few into each of your hands. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Wanda said behind you as she locked the front door and followed behind you to the kitchen. You placed the bags beside hers on the kitchen counters. 

“Have you been good?” she asked you, taking your chin in her hand and rubbing her thumb against the corner of your mouth. You nodded with a proud smile. “You didn’t have anyone over, darling? And you didn’t leave the house?” You shook your head. Wanda smiled and pulled you in for a hug. “That’s my good girl.” She kissed the top of your head and spoke again, “I bought condensed milk so we can make kartoshkas this weekend.”

Along with making your favourite dishes, Wanda had introduced you to some meals and desserts she had as a child in Russia. You found that your stepmother was more eager to share things she held dear with you rather than with her own husband, especially when it came to her life in her home country before she immigrated to America.

One afternoon while you were making blinis with her, she told you stories of her life with her late parents and twin brother for hours. She hadn’t visited Russia in years, and she promised when she got the chance to, she would bring you to see her hometown, all the places she’d been missing, the best restaurants and places to sightsee. Your father wasn’t brought up once during the conversation.

Once you put away the groceries, Wanda was pouring herself a glass of merlot while you were warming milk up for your hot chocolate. What you had planned that night was a long evening of studying and catching up on assignments until your stepmother suggested something otherwise. 

“Do you want to have that movie night we were planning for last night, detka?” she asked you, lifting her wine glass up to her lips to take a sip.

Nearly burning yourself on the hot mug as your eyes found your stepmother’s, you choked out, “We should.” 

Wanda hummed in agreement as her eyes narrowed slightly, watching you closely while you stirred in a few spoonfuls of hot chocolate powder into your hot milk. You headed into the living room first, Wanda trailing behind you, her eyes falling to your ass as you walked ahead of her. She sat by you when you took a seat on the couch and she turned on the television with the remote. “What are you interested in watching tonight, moya lyubov?”

My love. You searched up that definition on your own. You leaned against Wanda and a sudden warmth blossomed in your chest. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against her so you were tucked against her chest, your mug of hot chocolate balancing in your lap.

“Practical Magic?” you suggested, looking up at her with your cheek squished against her shoulder.

Wanda laughed and you heard her flick through the movies on the television while you continued to look up at her, her eyes crinkling as she laughed. “Good choice, zaya,” she complimented, making you blush and look down to take a drink of your hot chocolate. 

When the movie was put on, Wanda set the remote down and wrapped both of her arms around your shoulders. She squeezed you and kissed your forehead. A giggle escaped you and Wanda looked down to grin at your scrunched up nose. She pressed another kiss onto your forehead and her hold on you relaxed before taking her wine glass from off the coffee table to take a sip of it. She rested it on her knee, her fingers wrapped around the glass delicately.

“I’m so glad we could spend this time together, sweetheart,” she told you. You conceded immediately, squirming in your spot as you moved in closer to your stepmother.

An hour into the movie, Wanda placed her second half-empty wine glass on the coffee table along with your mug. She pressed a kiss to the side of your head and placed her hands on your hips. “Come sit on mommy's lap, baby,” Wanda told you, pulling you up before you could comply.

When you were settled on her lap, Wanda’s hands squeezed your hips, then ran down your legs gently. Your hips shifted atop of her when pressure grew uncomfortably between your thighs. “Comfortable, malyshka?” she asked you. Your shoulders raised to your ears at the proximity of her lips to your ear and Wanda kissed your neck in attempts to soothe you, which only tensed you further. Her hands ran up your sides. 

“Relax, baby. It’s just me, right?” she cooed into your ear. “Just mommy.”

You nodded, taking in a breath as you leaned back. Your head laid against her shoulder and Wanda smiled.

“That’s right,” she purred. Her hands came dangerously close to your breasts before she wrapped her arms around your waist. 

After several minutes of listening to Wanda’s steady, quiet breaths while you watched the movie, her hands suddenly groped your breasts, causing you to gasp and attempt to sit up. Rather roughly, she pulled you back down against her, hushing you softly. 

“Just be good and let me play with your pretty tits, baby,” Wanda said, making your entire body freeze as you tried to process the wild throbbing of your cunt while your hips struggled to restrain their bucking, your clit craving friction. “Watch your movie.”

Your nipples were pinched abruptly, a moan leaving you as Wanda tugged at them teasingly. She leaned down, her lips finding your neck as she began peppering sloppy kisses up your skin. Your hips became unrestrained as you started humping your stepmother’s lap, desperate for the icky feeling in your pussy to go away. A hard bulge pressed into your ass when Wanda’s hips bucked upwards, making you whimper.

“Mama, this feels weird,” you mewled as you continued to hump against her leg, her strap pressing into your clit and drawing out moans from you.

Wanda started trailing her kisses up your jaw before she started nipping at your skin, her tongue darting out to run flush up your cheek. “Oh, I know, baby,” she whispered. “But all mommies do this. It’s normal.”

She always knew how to convince you. You shut your eyes, moaning out helplessly as your stepmother continued to grope your breasts and pinch your erect nipples. Her hands slipped under your shirt, her fingers running up your bare stomach before taking your breasts with her hands again. You gasped at the feeling of her hands against you, your nipples pressed up against her palms as she massaged you harshly. Your head lolled to the side, moaning out into Wanda’s chest as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks.

You’ve been wiggling uncomfortably on top of her strap for the last few minutes of the movie, but mommy kept convincing you to just relax. You weren’t sure what it was that you were humping down on, but you didn’t think much about it while you were rubbing your icky parts over it. 

She ran her hands down your arms and you assumed, with a pout, that she was just going to stop touching you all at once, but without warning, Wanda pulled your sweatpants down and pulled your panties to the side, then her yoga pants down to her thighs. The action was so swift that your dumb little bimbo brain could barely register that it was happening until Wanda pushed her cock into your hole. 

You cried out, throwing your head back to lay on Wanda’s shoulder as your back arched, simultaneously pulling away from the contact and grinding down into her lap. Her hands were placed on your hips, the heels of her hands pressing into your lower back as she lifted you up and down her strap, each impact grinding the strap’s base into her clit. 

Through soft grunts, Wanda husked out into your ear, “Don't fight me, baby. Just be good and let mommy use your tight little pussy.”

You willed everything in you to be mommy’s good girl and take her cock, but you were hanging off the precipice of pain and pleasure, gratification seemingly only reaching you quicker the more you moaned out. Your walls parted as Wanda’s cock slid in and out of you, each buck of her hips into your ass meeting no resistance despite the painful stretching within you as you slowly became accustomed to your stepmother’s size. 

The curious thought of where she might’ve kept something like this while sharing the same room with your father was short-lived when Wanda’s hands came up to pull your shirt over your head. Her bucking hips and your arched back maintained the rhythm of the thrusts as your nipples hardened in the living room’s air.

Wanda watched your breasts bounce with each of her thrusts, the impact of fucking her stepdaughter observable in your rhythmic squeals and moans as her cock penetrated your tight cunt. Her hands squeezed your breasts, the harshness of her grip making you whimper. 

You couldn’t have ever guessed Wanda would be this rough, even in your deepest of fantasies where your stepmother was fucking you from behind with languid thrusts of her hips. Even in the way her fingernails scratched at the sides of your breasts while she pumped her thick cock into your wet hole, your heart swelled at being Wanda’s only girl. Her pretty, good girl sitting in her lap getting fucked stupid. She loved you with her arms wrapped around you while you slept, while she cooked with you, while her cock was eight inches in your pussy while her teeth sunk into your neck deep enough to bruise. 

Mommy loved you. 

“My baby is so pretty,” Wanda grunted against your cheek, her breath warm and smelling of merlot. You were completely naked in her lap, your panties hanging loosely around your ankle. Your sweatpants pooled at the foot of the couch, your shirt thrown somewhere across the living room. Wanda couldn’t get enough of the idea of her agreeable little girl bouncing on her cock as her hands fumbled while holding herself up. You were trying to steady yourself with your arms reached back and your hands on your hips.

You whimpered out, “Thank you, mommy.” You felt all warm being complimented by your stepmother. It felt so good to be framed through her eyes, being her pretty agreeable slut just because she wanted you to be. You supposed that if Wanda had bent you over the kitchen table earlier, groceries tumbling to the floor as she pulled your pants down while she spread your pussy lips apart before forcing her cock into your tight pink cunt, you would’ve let her. You would’ve let her bury her fingers in your hole at breakfast under the table, sit her wet pussy on your face while you slept- anything to see her gratified grin as she was able to make you hers in a way no one else could.

Wanda let go of one of your breasts, her hand running down your stomach until her fingers made contact with your clit. Your back arched, a cry leaving you the moment she pressed the pads of her fingers into your swollen nub. With your head having fallen back onto her shoulder, Wanda leaned down to capture your lips with hers. Although she had pecked your lips a handful of times in your sleep, the allure and fascination of kissing you was alike to yours, as for you, this was your first kiss with her. You straightened, trying to bring yourself as close to her as possible.

Her tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth as muffled moans left you. She groaned into your mouth as your hips began jerking forward helplessly once her fingers found a circular rhythm against your clit, causing the base of her strap to grind against her own bundle of nerves harshly.

She pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your face with a proud smile as she watched screwed-shut eyes, your nose scrunched up as your mouth hung open, melodious moans spilling from beyond your soft lips.

“Zaya…” Wanda purred. You hummed shakily in response, opening your eyes slightly to meet a deep moldavite stare as Wanda looked down at you. “I’ve dreamt of fucking this tight little cunt for years, even before I married your father,” she confessed, her hips bucking up into your sore ass with increasing vigour the more she delved into her lewd divulgence, which made it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open.

Her hand switched breasts and took your nipple between her thumb and forefinger before pinching down and tugging at it. You squirmed and groaned, your teeth clenched as your hips ground down side to side, whimpering at the way Wanda’s cock spread your walls apart even further. “With these tits, you must’ve known that it was only a matter of time until mommy slid her cock in your little pussy, right?” she cooed, her words condescending and sickly sweet as she pounded into you.

You hadn’t known that your stepmother was going to fuck you, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been anticipating it somewhere within you. You’d wake up sometimes with your inner thighs slick with your sticky juices, having dreamt of being bent over and fucked by your stepmother while you slept. But ever since last night, you’d been curious about whether or not Wanda had ever had a part in how icky you woke up feeling sometimes.

Wanda pushed your hips up suddenly to slip her cock out of you. You groaned uncomfortably as you felt empty without her strap in you. Her fingers slipped down from your clit, running through your sopping folds to push before pushing them into your hole. Wanda laughed when your walls clenched around her fingers, your hips immediately grinding down on her hand as you desperately craved more friction from her.

She was quick to appease; the heel of her hand was pressed against your clit to allow her fingers more leverage to fuck into you. You pulled away instinctively at the sudden rough contact against your clit, but Wanda pinched your nipple again, making you fall back down into her lap.

“Does this feel familiar, puppy?” she asked you, a grin pulling at her lips.

You shook your head immediately. “No, mommy,” you insisted. She was asking if you had ever been fucked like this by anyone else, wasn’t she?

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed together in feigned curiosity. “No? Mommy’s fingers fucking your pretty hole doesn’t feel familiar to you?”

Your eyes fluttered open and you tried your hardest to maintain eye contact with her while you tried to decipher her expression. Her knowing gaze, the small smile on her soft lips. Your eyebrows stitched together as you nearly attained clear realisation before Wanda curled her fingers inside of you, making your eyes shut again as you moaned out.

Wanda hummed, leaning down to nip at your earlobe and press wet kisses to your neck. “That’s right, baby,” she said after catching a glimpse of your expression. “It hurts my feelings that you barely remember your special times with mommy,” murmured Wanda. She kissed your cheek. 

You had never seen yourself like this. You nearly couldn’t even recognise yourself while you were crying out for Wanda, your pussy so sloppy around her that both of you could hear every entry of her fingers into your tight hole.

“But you remember a little now, don’t you?” Wanda spoke into your ear. “How I slid my hand through your pretty thighs while you slept before pushing my fingers into your cunt?” You reflected on it through your clouded mind; your sticky parts when you woke up in the morning, the throbbing of your hole even after having been asleep for hours. “And don’t try and pretend you didn’t like it, malysh. If you really didn’t like the way mommy licked your pussy in your sleep, you wouldn’t have came as much as you did. Your cute little moans gave it away, too.”

“Mama…” you whimpered out, suddenly overcome by the warm idea of being Wanda’s even in your sleep. Your cheeks flushed and you turned your head to lay against her chest. 

Your stepmother watched as you became embarrassed, finding consolation in burying your face in her chest. “You taste so sweet, don’t you know that, sweetheart?” she pressed on, amused by the way your flushed cheeks peeked out even as you tried your hardest to bury your humiliation. With her hand that had been groping at your breast, she cupped your cheek, forcing you to look up at her with your glassed over eyes and flushed cheeks from the overwhelming jumble of pleasure and humiliation that filled your empty head. Wanda thought you were so cute when you looked like that.

“Why are you embarrassed, baby?” she asked, her fingers’ speed not ceasing for a moment, and if anything, they were quickening. It seemed that Wanda was purposely trying to ask you such loaded questions while being all too aware of how difficult it was for you to answer them. “It’s just me. I love you more than anyone. You don’t have to be all shy around mommy.” Her arm rounded your shoulders, pulling your body against hers. Her gestures were swift and self-assured while you were a mewling mess on her lap, your juices trickling down to Wanda’s wrist and undoubtedly ruining her yoga pants.

You slurred out an apology and your attempt at speaking decently despite being filled by three of Wanda’s fingers pleased her. 

“Give mommy a kiss, detka.”

You attempted to lean up and kiss her, but your frail body could barely hold yourself up largely due to how Wanda purposely pushed the heel of her hand into your clit when you were demanded to do things like answer her questions or move your body on your own. Wanda leaned down halfway to meet you and you whimpered into her mouth, struggling to keep yourself from falling back down against her chest simply.

Wanda’s fingers quickened once more. Not only were her fingers picking up speed, but the palm of her hand began pounding against your cunt as she fucked your hole ceaselessly. You had no choice but to fall back down against her chest, your body physically recoiling from the harsh impact against your pussy, but Wanda always caught up with you, disallowing you to part from her contact. 

She put her hand on your shoulder unexpectedly and flipped you over, her fingers leaving your cunt momentarily. You were laying over her lap, your ass sticking up in the air. You squirmed, pulling yourself up into your elbows to sit up and reposition yourself from the humiliating pose. Wanda’s hand was suddenly placed against your upper back, the heel of her hand pressing painfully into your spine so you fell forward, your bare breasts pushed flush against the couch cushion.

Three fingers slammed back into your cunt with one swift moment, Wanda’s knuckles coming into painful contact with your folds. You wailed at the contact and gripped the edge of the couch with your hand. You could hear Wanda chuckling cruelly at your cries behind you as her fingers picked up speed, quicker than it had before. Her fingers were twisting inside of you as she entered you, curling periodically as pulled out and making you push your ass back into her hand while she brushed over your special spot deep inside your cunt.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Wanda spat, her other hand coming down on your ass, making you flinch and try to pull back from her. She put her hand on your hip, digging her fingernails into your skin and pulling you back onto her lap. “My poor, innocent girl pretending her worthless hole can’t take it, but look at this, hm?”

Her fingers sped up momentarily to emphasise the sloshing of your pussy as she fucked you with her fingers. 

“What do you think that means, puppy?” your stepmother inquired, looking over at your expression, face reddened and your eyes screwed shut as you moaned, unrelenting, like the whore you were, your body finally being put to use with your pussy being stuffed with mommy’s fingers. When you didn’t respond, Wanda spoke again, “It means you’re a filthy little bitch who likes to get her pussy fucked. I thought you were my innocent little girl, but I suppose I was wrong.”

You shook your head in immediate protest. “No, mommy,” you whimpered, opening your eyes to look back at Wanda. You continued to whine, “I’m your good girl. I’m… I am!”

Wanda raised her hand to interlace her fingers with your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly; a stark contrast from the way she was fucking you with her other hand. “Oh, baby, hush now. I believe you,” she told you, her gaze soft as she looked down at your face pressed down against the couch.

“I wanna prove it to you, mama,” you insisted.

Wanda hummed, reaching her other hand to tuck between your thighs and rub at your clit. “Then cum for me, puppy,” she answered.

You pushed your ass back into Wanda’s hand and she reciprocated by pounding into you ever rougher, making you whimper helplessly as you gave yourself to your stepmother completely. You were entirely at her mercy, and you would be her good girl by letting her do whatever you felt like, and happily, you welcomed it. You had never felt more special when you were making mommy’s fingers all sticky with your cunt juices as much as you did tucking your face into the crook of her neck while you fell asleep in her arms.

Her other hand circled against your sensitive nub harshly, and despite your whining and the way your body squirmed on Wanda’s lap, you continued to take her fingers like the perfect girl you were.

You mewled, screwing your eyes together tightly as you felt yourself closing in on your climax. “Mommy, I feel weird,” you whimpered. Wanda watched as you began riding her fingers, your hips grinding forwards and backwards shakily. 

“I know you do, malyshka,” Wanda comforted as your hips began to thrash backwards. To both her surprise and thrill, you reached back and placed both your hands on either side of your ass. Fingers dug into your skin painfully as you pulled your pussy’s folds apart, allowing your stepmother more room to finger you harshly. With the stretch, more of your cunt became exposed to Wanda, causing her to moan out at the sight. She leaned down and ran her tongue down the sides of your stretched out hole. “Cum for mommy, baby. Make me proud,” she said against your pussy.

You inched closer to your hilt, the coil in your lower stomach growing ever tighter, and tighter, until it finally snapped, the feeling of Wanda’s dirty words being spoken out against your cunt helping you get there. A prolonged cry escaped from deep inside you and Wanda grinned, pressing a kiss to your ass as your soft walls clenched around her fingers. Your hands tightened their grips around your ass, your body tensing harshly as your orgasm pushed through you in harsh waves. Wanda continued to finger you, albeit slower, as you came down from your high, and once you did, she slipped out of you carefully, sticky ropes of your juices connecting to her hand as she rubbed your ass soothingly. 

You were panting against the couch, your body shaking with occasional tremors as your orgasm’s last waves crashed against you. Your hands were limp by your hips, fingers twitching and your body rising and falling irregularly with your trembling breaths.

“How are you feeling, sweetness?” Wanda asked, leaning to the side so she could kiss your cheek. You nodded, mumbling out something imperceptible. She laughed and raised her hand to hook a finger under your chin, tipping your head to the side to kiss your lips. The faint flavour of your pussy coated the kiss.

You closed your eyes for what felt like several seconds before you were pushed forward against the couch, your ass being stuck up further in the air. Wanda hands were on your waist. “Mama…?” you mumbled, struggling to open your eyes to look back at her. “What are you doing?”

Your stepmother only hushed you in response, her hands smoothing over your ass for a moment before her hands gripped your hips and pulled you against her. Her cock was thrusted into your swollen hole, making you cry out and jerk your body forward, desperate to soothe yourself from the sudden sharp pain. But Wanda was faster, her fingers digging into the hollow spaces by your hips to pull you back into her. 

“Ah! Mommy, stop! It hurts, that’s too much!” you pleaded, reaching back to push her hips away. The orgasm Wanda had given you was the first in quite awhile, and the strongest you’d ever had, and she had only been using her fingers.

Wanda leaned forward so her front was cocooning your back, the contact making you feel the slick coat of sweat that had enveloped your body. “I thought you wanted to prove to mommy what a good girl you are,” she reminded you. Her hips had begun to slow to allow you to answer her properly. She reached one of her hands up to move your hair to your other shoulder, allowing her to see your fatigued expression.

You hesitated, “Y-Yes, but-”

“Yes, but what?” Wanda hissed, suddenly impatient as she watched you struggle to form words. “Suddenly you don’t want to be my good girl?” She cupped your cheek, running her thumb over your cheekbone.

“No! I want to-”

“Then let me fuck your pussy the way I want to.” 

Wanda watched you a little while longer as you nodded. She softened at your obedience and kissed you. “That’s right. Mommy loves you so much, detka,” she whispered against your lips. You had been told by your stepmother that she loved you countless times before, but it held a different weight now. You smiled into the kiss, happy to be hers.

“I love you too, mommy.” You saw a flash of Wanda’s pretty smile before she straightened and positioned her hips against your ass again.

Her thrusts picked up speed. The pressure of having her cock being buried deep within you was completely different from the feeling of her fingers. Wanda took your hand with hers, placing it on your ass as she continued to use the leverage to fuck you against her strap. She squeezed your hand supportively and tried your best to squeeze back in response.

Wanda’s moans were louder and more frequent than before, and you knew she was grinding her clit against her strap’s harness as she fucked you. The realisation made you all the more wet thinking about how she was just using you as an object to get herself off. “You feel so tight, malyshka,” she told you, her head thrown back as she fucked into your pussy, hands still on your hips. 

The sensitive pain that had been shooting up your body was long dissipated into white-hot pleasure, as if your entire body was aflame, every inch of your skin incandescent as you lay limp, every thought you could ever think and anything you could ever feel being placed in Wanda’s hands. It was her authority that rained upon you, her very word that was, and would forever be, your law.

“I’m the only one who’s ever allowed to touch this pussy,” Wanda said. Her hand rounded your hip to rub her fingers against your clit. “Do you understand, Y/N? Repeat it to me.”

You groaned, willing everything in you to answer her. Several seconds was too long of a response time. Wanda slapped her hand down against your ass, making you yelp and jerk forward. She brought you back up to her, the impact of being pressed back down against her hips propelled you closer to your second orgasm. Wanda must’ve caught on because she started thrusting faster, her fingers’ contact against your clit becoming harsher. “You’re the only one allowed to touch my pussy,” you whimpered out finally, a proud chuckle coming from the woman behind you. “Mama, please…”

She squeezed your hand. “Oh, my sweet girl. What is it?” she asked. Although her words were indicative of concern, the way she patronised you was all too audible, and the way she got off on it was even more evident.

“Gonna cum again, mommy,” you cried. You buried your face into the couch cushion, your forehead pressed against the soft fabric. Opening your eyes, you could see Wanda’s knees from between your thighs and the hard work she was putting into fucking you. To think she cared so much about making you feel good made your head all fuzzy and warm.

“You are?” Wanda questioned, her tone alike to that of a preschool teacher talking to a child as they feigned interest in their droning. One of her hands was placed on your thigh, lifting your leg up as her other hand let you lay down onto the couch carefully so your stomach was flush against it. Your body was limp, simply a marionette at the feet of its puppeteer as Wanda turned you around so you were on your back. She let your other leg down, her actions careful so her cock didn’t accidentally slip out of you.

Your arms raised to your stepmother and she placed a hand by your head to lower herself down to your face. You kissed her as if it was an inherent desire to feel her soft lips against yours when she was this close to your face. Wanda parted from your lips to pepper kisses across your collarbone, all the while your legs lifted to press your thighs against her sides.

An erect nipple was taken into Wanda’s mouth. The feeling of her lips wrapped around you, her teeth raking down your bud carefully, forced a long moan out of you. Her hand cupped your cheek gently and you looked down to find your stepmother’s eyes piercing into yours with surprising focus despite the rapid thrusting of her hips and the maintained contact with her fingers against your clit. The sight was that of a woman you had not known before tonight, one who craved you like one did oxygen, a woman, who in desperate desire for your entire being and very soul to be one with hers, suckled at your breasts and fucked herself into your cunt. She switched breasts and licked the long stripe up the other before kissing you again. 

Without uttering a single word, Wanda pressed another kiss against the shell of your ear before exhaling breathy moans and grunts against the side of your head as she grew closer to her own high. 

Having not enough strength to hold yourself up any longer, your ankles rounded Wanda’s lower back as she rutted into you, crossing them to hold your legs up and pull her closer. 

The familiar coil in your lower stomach tightened, stronger than it had before, painful and unbelievably pleasurable all at once. You blabbered out partially-completed words declaring your proximity to your orgasm. 

The whole universe dissipated into nothingness when your stepmother whispered into your ear, “Let go.” 

You clenched around Wanda’s cock as you came for the second time, every inch of your body locked into tight tremors. Your back arched into her, your breasts pressed against hers, as your orgasm lit you ablaze like Icarus’ zenith atop of the world, enveloped in your wax wings as Wanda held you close, her own orgasm coming over her.

When your body fell back into the couch, shaky pants leaving your lips, you watched your stepmother as her head was thrown back, her body arched atop of yours like a great lioness in a grand stretch. Her moans were long and raspy. Strands of her dark hair stuck to her sweat-slicked forehead. Wanda was the most beautiful woman you had ever known.

Although you had never turned to watch her, what was above you now was wildly different from what you had only heard last night. What used to be a creeping presence, hardly there and nearly chalked up to delusion, was now a mighty force towering above you, indelible once it bled through you and tenacious when it had chosen its target.

Wanda plummeted from her hilt, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath while her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands found your arms, gripping tightly. When she opened her eyes, she smiled down at you and you felt as if you had melted into the couch. “My pretty girl. So good to me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and her throat raw. Wanda slipped her cock out from between your puffy reddened pussy lips and unfastened her strap from her hips. You heard it tumble to the living room floor. 

“Can you tell me you love me again, mommy?” you asked.

Wanda’s smile widened as she lifted you onto her lap, reaching down to pick your shirt up from the floor. You raised your arms for her and she put your shirt back on. “I love you so much, puppy,” she said, pressing a kiss to your nose when your head popped out from your shirt as she pulled it down your body.

“More, please,” you requested. Your voice was so tiny, your mind all clouded by fuzzy-feeling thoughts. Your body was tired and happily used by mommy.

Your sweatpants were picked up from the floor after you watched Wanda pocket your panties slick with your icky juices. You slipped off of mommy’s lap to stand up. Wanda lowered herself to between your hips and pressed a gentle kiss just above your sensitive little princess parts. “I love you,” she uttered against your skin, looking up at you from between your thighs. The sight made you all blushy. Wanda grinned and kissed your lower stomach. You stepped into your sweatpants and Wanda pulled them up to your hips.

“All mommy’s, right?” Wanda asked after you sat back down in her lap and nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck.

“Right,” you answered proudly. “All mommy’s.”

Wanda felt you smile against her neck and she kissed your forehead, leaning forward while you hung to her like a young koala to its mother. She picked up her glass of wine, taking sips of it while she played a sitcom on the television. You snuggled closer to her, turning your head to watch with her. Your stepmother placed a hand atop your head and scratched at your scalp gently.

"I love you so much, Y/N," she said.

You’d never belong to anyone else.

[wandanatsbaby]

Favorites

Pairing: Step Mom Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: slight dark Wanda, hints of sexual content

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Your favorite time with Wanda was when your father would leave on business trips and Wanda would insist on cuddling together in her bed. She would hold you close and whsiper about how much she loved you and how soon you both would be together all by yourselves as she gave you kisses on the head and occasionally the lips. You weren't sure what she meant by the by yourselves part but you let yourself hum in contempt in gladly accept whatever she said you to you to out of it to realize the words.

"Are you mine?"

"Yes"

"Do you want me to take you away?"

"Yes"

No matter what it was you always agreed

Your second favorite thing to do with Wanda was cook. You loved seeing her cooking and listening to her explain the steps to you. You especially loved when she would come up behind you and press you between the counter and her to "help" you. Which often times turned into dinner being a little later.

Movie nights where also a favorite of yours. Getting to cuddle up close to her even when your dad was there because he was blind and thought you two were just getting along. Wanda would stroke your waist as you fidgety in your seat and slowly Wanda's hands would move down as your father started to fall asleep. She would whisper to you to be quiet and still but she eventually would have to take you upstairs.

[witchslove]

okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭

maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)

and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵‍💫🤭

Stress Relief

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation

A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3

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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence. 

With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe. 

Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.

She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please. 

Always such a good girl. 

And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.

Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed. 

About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion. 

Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you. 

Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.

The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often. 

For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted. 

Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions. 

She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.

As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples. 

When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”

“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”

Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.

When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.

“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.

“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her. 

When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck. 

She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.

“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.

“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”

When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak. 

You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue. 

“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily. 

Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin. 

“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”

You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple. 

You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.

What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.

Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with. 

One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.

You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you. 

She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.

Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand. 

“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.

“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”

She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.

“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night. 

One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.

Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.

Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded. 

Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper. 

You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide. 

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy. 

You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.

That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”

“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”

You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically. 

“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together. 

That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest. 

She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own. 

She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower. 

[emjiroki]

18 year old college student Yuuji who brings home his, slightly older, friend Yuuta for a week on summer break.

Yuuta; who only two hours after they arrive and he meets you, Yuuji's stepmom, slides Yuuji some money and tells him to go a couple of blocks to grab snacks. The pink haired boy didn't think much of it, happily agreeing in his puppy dog way and sliding on his shoes before heading out.

He was gone maybe thirty minutes.

His housekey was pulled from the door and he was toeing his shoes off again when he sees you, bent over the kitchen island moaning and squealing as Yuuta stretches you out and fucks you into a drooling mess.