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Hi! Since it’s Mother’s Day today, could you write about dad!harry? Maybe something about Harry waking up early in the morning, goes to the bub’s (you decide if it’s a little girl or a little boy) nursery and since theyre wide awake he takes them and brings them to the kitchen where they start preparing some breakfast (in bed) for reader and then they bring it to her and Harry wakes her up by placing The bub on top of her and they start kissing sloppily reader’s face while giggling and smacking her face in order to wake her up, just something cute and fluff pleasee❤️

Title- Mama's Day

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Word Count- 1.0k

Warnings- None! Just not proofread, hehe

A/N- Okay, so I didn't want to write this request in my already created pairings just cause I've written (posted) too much in them recently. So, I decided why not I represent my most simple pairing -which is currently a wip, to you guys! I hope you enjoy reading this cottage-core fluff, as much as I liked writing this <333

Hope you like this anon, thanks for requesting! <3

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Lemon-yellow shaded rays of sun peeked inside their room through the small gap between the two sage coloured curtains. Every thing was still except for the dust -stardust, perhaps, which could be seen only in the sunshine. The sound of their fan spinning at it's fastest speed couldn't drown out y/n's snores, who was sleeping on her stomach next to him.

Her cheek was smushed against the mattress as she had her face turned away from him, and towards where the baby's wooden crib was situated. It was about time that the baby would wake up and giggle, making grabby hands in the empty air or towards the moon toy that hung in the middle, on a thread -a creative craft performed by Y/n, which she never shuts up about.

Softly, Harry traced his fingers over the strand of hair that coiled on her cheek, brushing it away from there as to prevent any sweat from breaking out. A gentle smile had his lips curled upside as he gazed at his wife of 2 years, and his baby's mama of 1 year. He was just leaning down to place a peck on her cupid's bow when he notices movement through the corner of his eyes.

He sighs in content when he sees the chubby and fisted hands raise up and then, small quaky giggles reach his ears.

Quickly, he presses a soft kiss on her cheek and removes the mattress from over his lower body, gets out of bed and walks to his baby. Picking up the little girl who's dressed in her sky blue night jumper, he raises her up in the air, grinning at her. He brings her closer to him and presses a kiss on each of her full cheeks.

"Good morning!" He greets her in a shushed yet high pitched voice, smiling afterwards as though accepting her greeting -which was a giggle. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" He asks, not expecting any answer in return as he tip-toes on the wooden floor, out of the room.

Weaving his hands through his hair to fix them roughly, he continued his walk further in hall after he was satisfied with his reflection he saw in the glass window. Returning back to open it.

"Do you know what day it is today?" He asks, hoping to have her attention on him from where it was set on the jar of honey on the dining table. The baby does squeak, making him pass her an open mouthed grin. "S' Mama's Day!! We're gonna play as your mama's servants today, hahah."

Harry places Opal in her baby chair, which had toys attached to it, after placing a sucker in her mouth. He would like it calm and peace while he cooks, cause if he were to multitask while cooking, he'd surely put the kitchen on fire.

Adding milk to the readymade powder he had bought from the general store, he mixes the batter with a fork, unable to find the whisk. On the other hand, he turns on the knob of the stove and places a pan on it, letting it heat till he readies the mixture.

Though, after a while of mixing, he drops of slice of butter in the pan and immediately coughs when a huge amount of smoke blows up. He's sorry for himself when he realizes that the gas was turned on on high level. Turning it down to low, he waits for the gray air to go out before pouring in the batter in small circular shapes, spreading them into bigger circles one by one and flipping them, till the very last pancake he counts gets the number 8.

Big and thick 8 pancakes seem to be enough for a family of three. Yeah he'd add juice or milk in a glass alongside.

He lathers the top pancake with Nutella, and then picks it up to pour maple syrup on the rest. Then, he adds few blue berries on top of the stack of delicious smelling breakfast and pours some homemade mango shake in two glasses, some hot milk the baby bottle for Opal.

Backing away, he admires his creation from afar before wiping the sweat off his forehead, and then wiping the back of his hand on his trousers. Everything's perfect. Now, only one thing is left.

He goes to pick up Opal from her chair, where she's getting sleepy again and wraps her in a hug before walking out of kitchen, across the hall and into his and y/n's room. "Wake y' mama up, yeah?" He requests the little one before placing her on Y/n's stomach, surprised that she's sleeping on her back.

He moves to go back but stops at the doorway and takes a glance towards the sight on the bed. Their he sees Opal crawling up y/n's stomach and onto her chest like a small snail, before she's met with he mama's face and attacks it with kisses and slight smacks of her hands, at which Harry internally hisses.

When a groan passes through y/n's lips, Harry makes a run towards the kitchen. There, he quickly takes out the foldable tiny table from in-between the fridge and the slab and opens it, placing it on the counter. Proceeding with placing the breakfast plates and glasses neatly, he carries it back towards the room carefully.

"Ta-daa! Good morning and especially, Happy Mother's Day, Mama!" He cheers, taking the table to the bed and placing it over y/n's lower body as she had sat up when she saw him enter the room with the breakfast, Opal sitting beside her right hip, slapping her hands down on the mattress and grinning a toothless smile.

With a hum, y/n raises up her head as if asking for a kiss, and mumbles a crooked "thank you," after receiving it with a smile.

"The best mama in the whole world, you are," Harry mumbles as y/n remains cuddled into him, Opal dozed off in her bassinet after her feeding. Softly, his fingers strum beats on y/n's cheek.

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251 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

A Messy Day

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Singer!Harry xCeo!Y/n

Word Count- 2.5k

Warnings- I literally never write angst and I guess it might be showing in this fic lmao.

A/N- I just hope you don't absolutely hate this, I just don't have any idea what couples would fight about, what would be a big or small deal for them! I already beg your pardon hahah <3

She doesn't know what she did that made him feel like that. She just cares for him and is in love with him- is that where she went wrong? Because if yes, then this might be the only mistake which will have wounded her so badly that she won't even speak to another human ever again.

She was just helping him calm down before the show, telling him all the positive things that could happen while he was on the stage as he was brushing his teeth. She was just coming onto the point of making memories when he just spat out the toothpaste, rinsed his mouth and went away humming back at her in a dismissive response.

She was left dumbfounded sitting on the bathroom counter, but she brushed it off thinking maybe he was just feeling better now. It hit her in the heart when she saw him rambling to Mitch instead and as much as she tried to cover up her disappointment by thinking that he maybe wanted some relatability, she couldn't help but leave the space immediately to just forget this ever happened.

And she had. Sitting on a wooden chair, she chatted away with the cooking crew to selfishly keep her mind away from the way Harry had stirred-up shit in the over-thinking part of her brain. But she was also curious to know about how it felt to cook at somewhere which isn't the most usual space for cooking and chef-ing around.

She had even befriended the female chef; Charlotte was her name. Charlotte had told her about her nickname often being 'chocolate' to sweeten y/n's mood. Maybe she had just sensed that something was off ...women things? Y/n has no idea.

"Is my soup ready?" Harry's head peeked inside the kitchen area and every head turned towards him except for y/n's as she truly cannot afford tearing up in front of so many people.

One of them chimed in to tell him that it isn't yet but should be in around five more minutes. "Can you bring it to my room, love?" He asked and there's no doubt he's talking to his girlfriend.

"Sure," she mumbles quietly, her back still turned to him. Hearing him pad away without much care about her strange behaviour towards him, she looked up again while inhaling deeply, trying to keep her emotions in control when all she wanted to do was lock herself up in a bathroom and cry.

Only Harry had this much control over her feelings, only him. No one could make her want to just cry this much but Harry, she realized today. No one could pull as many emotions out of her as he could- she knew that since before though. But all she can think of right now is them separating- him leaving her all alone to be specific, and regrets of opening up to him and letting her walls down for him start to fill in.

"You wanna try this and tell me how it tastes? I'm sure you have a pretty good taste," Charlotte pats her shoulders, causing her to blink out of the void.

"Of course," she perks up at the sound of food, getting off the chair. Somewhere inside, she's a lot grateful for Char, so she brushes her hand on her back, trying to let her know without having to say it out loud.

Turning to face y/n, Char hands her a small tea plate while mumbling 'here'. The loose liquid is moving around with ease in the circular utensil, so y/n can tell that it's the soup and not the curry to a dinner they'll be packing for the crew.

She carefully slurps on it and the hot feeling of it against the back of her throat makes her rolls her eyes at the back of head. It brings her comfort. "Fuck, this shit is so very good," she opens her eyes to look at a grinning Charlotte. "You were on the Vogue Magazine labeled as the best chef for a reason, eh?" She compliments the blushing chef.

Just as Char mutters a small 'thank you' Y/n realizes that she might be giving out wrong indications, especially with how close she's standing to her. "Sorry," she clears her throat while backing away a few steps while waiting for Char to pour the soup in a bowl so that she can take it to- oh hell no.

She'll do anything to avoid him right now but seeing everyone busy in something, she has to somehow work up the courage to face him.

Charlotte hums for y/n to take ahold of the bowl and she takes it graciously to feel the heat of the utensil in her palms for a mere while. With the spoon already dipped inside, she moves towards the exit with caution as to not move with too much movement or some soup might end up on floor- and she really doesn't want to increase someone's work in this already hectic schedule.

Taking a turn towards the room of the one and only, she knocks lightly before opening the door and placing her first step inside through the small gap between the door and its frame. Instantly the door is hardly pushed back to close it and she feels the muscles of her foot squish so hard that a hissed-yell escapes her mouth.

Just as she curses though, the person inside opens the door with a frown on their face. "Couldn't you have waited for me to open the door or at least told me that it's you? I'm literally in my briefs!" He whisper yells at her and a sheen layer of salty water spreads across her sight, making everything look blurry.

Usually, they both would've laughed at their silliness but not right now- not when some shit has already been churned up. They can't even make themselves fake smile at each other.

"Fuckin' shit Harry, no! You tell me to bring you your damn soup and expect a ghost to bring it to you?" She lightly yells at him, letting him take ahold of the bowl now. Just as he turns around to place his bowl on the vanity with a strange face, she runs away. She runs to save herself the dignity she's got and slams the bathroom door once she's in there.

Maybe they could've talked through their fight as he'd slurp on his soup and y/n would chew on some cashews, but there's no way she's going back so instantly now.

He's only been making her feel ashamed of herself since the fucking morning today and she can't bring herself to be vulnerable in front of him anymore for the day- hopefully. Why is she getting so fucking sensitive ever since he has entered her life, she has no idea and it's driving her insane. Maybe it's just her periods approaching but she can't help but accept that it's her Harry, her boyfriend, love of her life and fucking best friend who's made her feel like shit all day.

She looks up, facing the ceiling so that her tears don't slip out.

It all started this morning when she was just feeling generous with affections and maybe he was feeling like an adult, not liking her 'child-like' behaviour. Yep, he had asked her "You're acting so childish today, everything Okay?" when all she wanted to do was make a fountain on the top of his head.

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291 notes - Posted December 10, 2022

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Ceo!Y/n x Singer!Harry

Warnings- None! Just fluff <3

Word Count- 1.5k

A/N- I know it's been long, but it's better sometime than never, right? (you better agree and yeah I made that up <3)

Description- Amore had convinced harry to do a little show in London so that she and her brother can see him perform their mutually favourite song, live for the first time.

"Amore! Darling for fu- for time's sake, stop running!" Y/n yelled, massaging the crease off her forehead while jogging after the little girl with her clothes hanging down her elbow. "Fine. Don't ask me for soup when you get sick." she mumbled -of course she didn't mean it, but sometimes it's necessary- loud enough for Amore to hear and come to a halt; as she had picked up on her dad's taste and would happily have soup daily.

The little girl slowly turned around, looking at y/n with her famous puppy eyes. "Mummy mad?" She questioned, walking in the direction where her mother stood, in a blue polka shirt and white wide-legged jeans. Amore's sure that while leaving, Y/n will have some sort of coat added to her attire. A coat is like her entire personality.

Y/n laughed in sarcasm as she picked up her daughter. "Give those eyes to your daddy, love."

Amore dramatically shook her head before letting her mum wrap her arms around her tiny body so she can pick her up. After a little walk around, she's placed on a chair and is having a yellow frock slipped down her head and past her arms. It's a simple frock with a dark blue ribbon stitched around the waist.

"Was Andre ready when you came out?"

"Not really, no. He was choosing clothes and wasn't exactly looking in a good mood, if I saw right," Amore informs her mother, who now seems a little troubled.

She doesn't know if she's a good face reader or her mum and brother just show emotions like they are written on their faces. Oh, and her dad too.

"You can either sit like a good girl and not call your dad, or you won't be getting any story read to you tonight. Deal?" Y/n offers Amore, more of tells her.

Amore seems to go deep in a thought before she's speaking. "What do I get in return for sitting like a good girl?" She asks after coming to a conclusion, and Y/n seems quite proud at how she has picked up on simple business skills but calms her mind down. She doesn't know why Amore repeating her statement sounded like a witty comeback to her, but she shrugs it off anyways.

"You get to read a chapter on your own too. How about that?" The woman knows that her daughter will not be able to turn this down and so, as soon as Amore squeaks out a 'done!', Y/n is turning on her heels and fleeting off to Andre's room.

Opening the door to his room, her eyebrows seem to turn into an upside down frown and she's immediately exhaling a long breath before entering inside.

"What's wrong, darling? Can't seem to choose what you want to wear?"

Andre turns to look at her and plops down on the floor, seeming a little relaxed but still frustrated. "There are no clothes for me to wear mummy!"

Her mind works before her voice-box and mouth, and Y/n's quick to gulp down the loud laughter. She swears both the kids inherited Harry's dramatic side. She also, might have absorbed some over the years. "Would you like me to help you out?" She asks.

"Yes please," he sheepishly answers, and y/n's glad to hear him accept help.

Walking in further, she picks him up and holds him close to her, supporting his back with an arm and shuffling through his clothes with another. "Amore is wearing yellow and blue, I'm wearing White and blue. How about you wear something... Aha! How about this blue tank top? You can wear a white cardigan over it.. We'll be matching! Wouldn't you like that?" She asks as enthusiastically as she can, rocking him a little to hopefully cheer him up.

Though, one look down at him and she sees his cheek squished just below her collarbone so tightly that y/n can't even feel him nodding. He's smiling at the skin-to-skin contact with his mum and y/n knows that.

"Just wanted your mummy, didn't you little boy?" Y/n jokingly grumbles, tickling him under his chin.

Everyone was settled by now. Harry's band members were sitting on their assigned spots with their signature instruments, waving back at the fans every once in a while. It wasn't completely silent as there were still hoots ringing in the room out of blues. A laugh was pulled out of everyone's stomach when a fan yelled how they were only there for Sarah.

Amore, Andre and Y/n were standing securely in a corner and weren't spotted yet. Something y/n's grateful for and has her fingers crossed for it to remain that way, the whole time. Though she's sure they will be caught when exiting in the middle, she's ready for it.

The lights go full on bright when Harry finally enters the stage, after getting his ear piece fixed. And, the audience once again broke into cheers, hoots, claps, and shouts; all for him. Harry walked to his mic while blowing kisses in all directions, his skin glowing and his smile seeming to be the widest of all.

Y/n put on those soft fluffy headphones on the kids' head till he starts performing as no matter how secured they are from the fans' sight, they can still hear their deafening screams. Screams calling out for Harry, whom they are getting to see for the first time, the last time or after a long-long time.

Considering he did go on a year and a half long break for his family after finishing his tour to sing his album: Fine Line to people, live.

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328 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

Rough Masterlist

A/N(1): I do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. Don’t plagiarize my work and if I do find my work being reposted on any account other than this one, I’m not going to be nice about it. Other than this, enjoy reading and please re-blog if you like any of my work and share feedback! Thank you <3

A/N(2): Schools have re-opened, institutes have re-opened, and dance classes have also re-opened, and I'm oh-so-fucked. It's obvious that I won't be posting my writings as regularly as I did before, although that doesn't mean that you won't get to read anything freshly written from me. Thanks for all your patience, luvs <333

KEY: 🍷-Smut. 🌻-Fluff. ❄️️-Angst.

MOST RECENT! :

Anything For You... And I - In which Harry is in a good mood and so he makes Y/n feel good too. 🍷 🌻 [A One Shot]

ONE SHOTS {2k+ words}

FOOTBALLER!HARY X ART DIRECTOR!Y/N

My Good Girl (4.3k words) [🍷] In which Harry finds you, his girl best friend, pleasuring yourself and shows you just what he can be other than a sweet best friend who agrees to bring pastry for the movie marathon.

Home, Sweet Home (2.1k words) [🌻] In which Harry returns home to his family after an away game.

Heart Showered in Rose Petals (3.1k words) [🌻] In which Harry pleads Y/n to watch his biggest University game and romantic events unfold just after the game. Not to forget about the funny moments attached to the whole day.

SINGER!HARRY X CEO!Y/N

A Messy Day (2.5k) [❄️️] In which Harry doesn't communicate his feelings well, and decides that y/n is the one acting childish.

A Little ‘You’ Wannabe (2.4k words) [🌻, ❄️️] In which Harry, Amore and Andre decide to pay Y/n a visit at her office, but only after reaching there does Harry realizes that she’d be in a meeting. Andre, being the sneaky boy he is, enters the meeting room.

First Time in Paris (5.2k words) [🍷, 🌻, ❄️️] In which Y/n realizes she hasn’t went on a vacation with Harry and hasn’t even engaged him. [PS- One thing happens against their will]

Sleepless Nights (2.1k words) [ 🌻, ❄️️] In which Y/n has a stress-filled week, followed by insomnia and supported by Harry’s gentle words which escape his mouth when he thinks she’s asleep. [PS- It’s vice-versa]

Hello M’ Heart (4.4k words) [ 🍷, 🌻] In which a small Playful text leads to tears then to cancelation of a surprise date and then to making love.

DWD JACK!HARRY X DWD CHARACTER!Y/N

Anything For You... And I (2.9k words) [🍷, 🌻] In which Harry is in a good mood and so he makes Y/n feel good too.

Whiskey Eyes and Liquorish Blush (2.2k words) [ 🍷, ❄️️] In which Jack cheats on his fiancé, y/n, and receives a strip tease instead of conversation from her -as a goodbye, along with a kiss + slap to his cheek.

DEVIL!HARRY X ASSASSIN!Y/N

Dazzled (2.1k words) [🍷, 🌻, ❄️️] In which Harry has an uneasy feeling about Y/n’s new mission but the devil ignores his guts’ screams. But the vampire as well as his fiancé, Y/n, isn’t dumb and is quick to listen and take some weight off of his shoulders. They both soon find out, why, he was feeling uneasy.

ARTIST!HARRY X HOUSEWIFE(TUITION TEACHER)!Y/N

Carving Pumpkins and Making A Memory (3.3k words) [🌻] I think it's all in the tittle hahah <3

CELEBRATORY

For Pyari <3

Best Gift and Waffles (2.8k) [🌻] It’s y/n’s birthday, Harry ends up being assigned the duty of making waffles every time they’ll be planned to be made, and Juno’s gift is termed as the best she’s ever received.

ONE-SHOTY BLURBS {1K+ WORDS}

FOOTBALLER!HARRY X ART DIRECTOR!Y/N

Mum for the Day [🌻] In which it’s Sunday and the missus is found asking for a sleep-in day. So, Harry finds himself up and out of bed, and on his way to their kids.

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561 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Title- My Good Girl

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Footballer!Harry x ArtDirector!Y/n

Warnings- SMUT!! [Daddy kink, Praise kink, masturbation, pussy eating, teasing, a slight indication of sub/dom], fluff and a sprinkle of angst!

Word Count- 4.3k

A/n- Hiya! I spent WEEKS on this one (not months, just weeks). I was in a writer's block for like 3 months basically and it feels fuckin' marvellous to be back in my writing element! This is like the longest and probably the best smut I've written so far! I really hope you enjoy this one <3

Also, this is my first time writing in 2nd person so I ask you to go easy on me for that <3

And thank you, @imaddicted2hs for requesting: Ok here we are ;) I'm a whore for bsf harry😩 Like do anything as they are bsfs blah blah then one dayyy harry just sees y/n touching herself and he decides to help uff Now idk if u include kinks but mean Dom!h or daddy kink with praise kink is just 🤌 to me. Fanks ily<3 | Thank YOU so much for being so patient and supportive!! <3

Sitting on the couch in the living room, you scroll through your phone mindlessly. Getting bored, you continued slipping down until the arm of the couch played as your pillow. Harry is out to bring pastry as per your request (or begging, as he would correct) and because he had made you swear, you couldn’t exactly start the show without him.

The hand that's on your tummy crawls down your lower tummy. You were sure it wouldn't take much long as you haven't exactly touched yourself in a week; yeah, period things.

You suck on your fingers to get them wet before slipping them under your panties. Starting to rub fast circles on your clit right then to get wet faster and finish this without getting caught, your eyes shut down as your hips buckle up due the friction against the sensitive center of your nub.

Soft moans in a low voice escape your mouth while you increase the speed, breathing as though you aren't inhaling but only exhaling.

Lifting your feet, you quickly throw the blanket situated on your feet on top of your lower half as you tried to make a lump around the area of blanket that's supposedly over your crotch with the free hand. Once satisfied, your hand comes to cup your breast as you push your other hand's finger inside and collect some of your arousal.

The feeling of the warm wetness on the bundle of nerves pulls a low moan from you, your walls clenching around nothing as the knot in your tummy starts to form and go lower and lower with each tight circle.

Harry on the other hand, closes the door behind him very silently and tip-toes towards the living room, planning on scaring you. Though the moment a soft mewl reaches his ears when he's just one foot away from entering the hall, makes him question his decision.

Slowly, he places the pastry box on the floor, right beside his feet, and normally walks inside the room as though if he did get caught, he will be able to play the card that he just didn't know. But when he catches the sight of you basically chasing your orgasm, he can't help but try and fold his leg in front of his other one to somehow hide his semi-hard dick. The weight on it itself makes him exhale in quite satisfaction.

He leans on the door-frame and takes in your sight. You look just like he had once imagined you would when playing with yourself. A certain flush which rarely appears playing under your eyes, lips red from biting your moans down on them as though you had put on lipstick of the shade, and finally, the sheen layer of sweat making an appearance on you hairline while your eyes stay screwed shut.

He doesn't know if he should go and ask you if he can help you out or let you finish and pretend he never saw this? His feet start walking in towards the play like they have a mind of their own and before he knows, he's clutching on the head of the sofa and leaning in a little.

"You want some help here?" He asks and instantly regrets when your eyes snap open, your shoulders sulk down, and you groan in embarrassment to lighten it but the atmosphere just tenses up more. "Yes or no, Y/n?" he asks another question and then, the way you look at him from the position you are in, just makes him feel himself get heavier.

"Uh.. obviously no, H... I mean- no right?" You hesitate, secretly wiping your arousal on your panties and bringing your hand up on your tummy. "Maybe? Ah, I don't know! This is stupid!" Groaning, you get up on your knees on the sofa, grateful that the fluffiness of it didn't disbalance you, and grab the curls on the nape of his neck in your fist.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You both ask each other at the same time and chuckle lightly. "Fuck it," You mumble under your breath and catch the breath Harry exhales in surprise, sealing his mouth shut with yours.

You feel his hands slide at the back of your hips and slip further down.

Hooking his hand under your knees, he wraps your legs around his waist. Blindly he starts towards the staircase, lips sucking on your tongue and hands coming to rest just above your ass. The sound of his sharp inhales mix along with your fast exhales as his one hand slides up your back to your neck, pushing your face closer to his. His fingers softly weaved through your hair, nails scratching your scalp. He catches you by surprises when he harshly tugs on the strands wrapped like snakes along his hand, making you whimper lightly against his lips.

Pressing your crotch firmly on his belt’s buckle, you start moving your hips in an up-and-down motion, a moan escaping past your lips and floating away in thin air as his head stayed ducked down in the crook of your neck, biting down and sucking hickeys, licking them over with his wet tongue to calm the burning sensation yet it somehow increased the tingles in your lower belly.

He kicked open the door and slammed it shut the same way. Before you could dictate what was gonna happen next, your back was greeted with the cool surface of the door with a sharp force, his hand behind your head preventing it from hurting you. Your lips stretch in a shy and nervous smile when he raises his head, eyes burning with lust scanned your eyes. You aren’t quite sure if your cheeks feel on fire because of the eye contact or the way he pressed your hips onto the door, stopping any motion that could reach you clitoris.

“Gonna let me take care of you?” he asked, blinking so innocently as though he didn’t already know the answer. Receiving his answer in the form of an shy hum from you didn’t seem to satisfy him and it was clear when he cupped your jaw. The cool metal of his rings pleasing the burning skin of your face.

“Yea-yeah,” you muster up, sighing in embarrassment when a side of his lips curve up, forming in a smirk.

“Jesus, the things you do to me,” he mutters under his breath before catching the breath you sharply exhaled. Removing his hands from where they were stopping you from grinding, he pushes your hips back towards his belt. Turning you both around, he walks a few steps before detaching your mouths. The light bedsheet on the mattress fluffs up with air around your hips before settling back down. He lays you down by pressing his hand on your chest. Hair scattered everywhere, he again wraps them in his fist to raise your face up.

Your eyes scan his face, noticing his plump and swollen pink lips, a light flush on his cheeks and the light frown that adds up to the lust and a certain feeling his eyes carry. All the lust leaking from his breath and still his features held the gentle stardust in them. Feeling comfortable and confident enough, you rise a little before grabbing the hem of your shirt. Thinking about taking it off slowly, you mumble a ‘fuck it’ before hastily taking it off and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Grabbing his head, you greedily engulf his lips for another make out, sucking on his lips while undoing his belt. And, he’s quick to point it out, too. “Eager, are we?” he taunts with a lopsided grin before he is wrapping his hand around your throat again. “Don’t make the mistake of rolling your eyes at me ever again, love,” he firmly states, winking at you after ending as his big hand now situated itself in the valley of you breasts.

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