SEASON 2.

SEASON 2.

stranger things!harry x mayfield!yn

season2 (episodes 1-8)

masterlist.

The last thing Y/N Mayfield expected was to get caught up in a government conspiracy and creatures from another dimension, and to be in love with Harry Styles.

PLAYLIST.

PROLOGUE.

CHAPTER ONE.

CHAPTER TWO.

CHAPTER THREE/FOUR.

CHAPTER FIVE.

CHAPTER SIX.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

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Don't Stand So Close Masterlist

~series~ (ongoing)

~ In which Anna has a crush on her best friend's author-dad, Harry Styles, and one day he realizes he feels the same. Nothing good can come of a secret relationship, but nothing good can come from telling everyone the truth either.

Tropes: Best friend's dad / Age gap (20+ years) / Writer & Professor Harry / Student mc

Warnings: NSFW, smut, extreme age gap (all consenting adults), angst

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5*

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8*

Chapter 9*

Chapter 10

Chapter 11*

The Tiffany Club Masterlist

~series~ (ongoing)

~ In which Camille works at an exclusive sex club for high rollers and she runs into a wealthy handsome stranger named Harry twice in one day. When Harry and Camille realize they want to be together can Harry look past Camille's day job?

Tropes: CEO | Sugar Daddy(ish) | Age gap (5 years) | DDlg | sub/dom

Warnings: NSFW, smut, sex work, disordered eating mentions, angst, sub dom themes

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8*

Part 9*

24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 2 [complete]

Summary: Part 2 of 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s no plot. 

Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry. Warnings are for both parts.

Word count: 7058

A/N: thank you for the love on part 1! I hope you also enjoy part 2 :) if you did please please reblog or even send me a lil ask about it, it would make my week ;D. There’s a couple of bits in this that I’d be more than happy to expand on if anyone was interested hehe. Oh and not really a warning but there’s like mention of the trials and tribulations of having a bf in the biggest boyband on the planet in this part. And kinda in the first part I guess but oh well.

3:22pm

The only sound in the room was the TV, playing whatever movie you’d found that looked half decent. Harry was lying on the sofa, legs crossed at the ankle and propped on one arm rest, his head on the other. His arms were folded across his chest, his freshly washed hair wrapped up in a towel. You looked over at him from where you were sorting out your mess of a suitcase, watching his head nod to the side and then snap back up, his body jolting him awake. That was probably the third time you’d seen him do that, and you weren’t even really paying attention to him.

“Just go for a nap.”

“M’not tired,” he grumbled.

“You’re literally falling asleep right now, H.”

“No m’not.” His eyes were closed, and by the way his face was contorting you could tell he was stifling a yawn. 

“Come on,” you got up, going over to him and grabbing his wrists to help pull him to his feet. “Bed.”

With what appeared to be great personal effort, Harry stood up, the towel falling from his head in the process. He shook out his damp hair as he stumbled over to the bed, water flying off the unruly curls. Flopping down heavily on the bed, he curled onto his side.

“Will you lie with me?”

“Sure.”

You grabbed your phone before joining him on the bed. You didn’t really feel like sleeping, but you were more than happy to just chill and watch the movie while he slept. Putting a couple of pillows behind your head so you could comfortably see the TV, you lay down next to him, lifting your arm to let him tuck into your side. Harry threw a bent leg over yours, an arm dropping heavily across your middle. His hair was wet against your warm but you didn’t mind, your hand rubbing his back gently. Your fingers traced soft circles on his forearm, and soon his breathing became slower and deeper as he drifted to sleep.

7:31pm

Dressed in your new dress, heels on and hair and make up done, you opened the ensuite door to go back into the bedroom. At least, that was your plan, until Harry stopped you in the doorway.

“Wait, hold on.” 

“What, why?”

“Just stay in there a minute,” he shooed you back into the bathroom, pulling the door closed - only to open it a moment later, kiss your forehead, and then close it again. 

Puzzled, you busied yourself with putting your make up back into its travel case. You were just about done by the time you heard a knocking on the bathroom door. 

“What is he doing?” you muttered under your breath as you checked your reflection in the mirror before opening the door. 

You were greeted by a smiling Harry, who completely ignored the confusion written across your face.

“Hello.” 

“...hi?” you replied uncertainly as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. 

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you..?” you smile, confusion still evident in your tone. 

“I’m picking you up for our date.” 

Of course. 

“Ohhh, okay, sorry I’m with you. How was uh, how was the traffic?”

“Ugh,” he rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “Nightmare, don’t even get me started. Shall we?”

He gestured to the table, leading you by the arm to the table that sat only a few steps away from the bathroom door. He’d moved one of the chairs so that instead of sitting opposite each other, you’d be sat around the corner of the table. He pulled out your chair for you, helping you scoot it closer to the table once you were seated. 

“Thank you.”

You watched him as he moved to his own seat, shrugging off his blazer and hanging it over the back of his chair. He wore the same ripped skinny jeans as yesterday, but instead of a t- shirt they were paired with a loose, off-white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, and instead of bare feet he had on camel chelsea boots. His shirt was unbuttoned over halfway, and hung off him in such a way that when he leaned forward as he sat down it gaped open, giving you a clear view of the expanse of his chest - the sparrow tattoos just below his collar bones with a cross necklace hanging between them, right down to the butterfly on his stomach. He ruffled his hair as he settled in his seat, shaking it forwards then raking his fingers through it to push it back off his face before turning to you.

“Champagne?” 

Harry didn’t wait for your response, reaching for the bottle and two glasses on the table. 

“When’d you get that?” you wondered aloud as he poured you both a glass.

“Got it sent up last night before you arrived, but obviously we never got round to drinking it.”

He handed you your glass, and you waited for him to lift his before clinking them together. 

“Cheers.” “Cheers.”

You both took a sip, and he watched you over his glass as he did so. You held his gaze for a moment, but soon found it so intense you had to look away, your eyes scanning the table instead. There was a lit candle in the centre - one you recognised as one of Harry’s own, a piece of home on the road. 

It was then that you heard it. While you were getting ready he’d put on some playlist, playing softly through a portable speaker on the dresser beneath the TV. This was different though - instead of music there was the sound of people talking. Not loud enough to distinguish any words, just the background hubbub of multiple conversations, muttered in low tones. There was the occasional clatter of silverware, the clink of glasses – it almost sounded as if you were in a restaurant…

“What are we listening to?” you looked to Harry, your mouth curling into a questioning smile.

“Restaurant ambiance,” he smirked, taking another sip of champagne. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I love you.” 

You scooted your chair closer to the corner of the table, and he did the same, until they were almost touching. You leaned in to kiss his cheek once you were close enough, your lips catching the corner of his mouth instead when he turned his head at the last second. He lifted his hand to your cheek, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. His eyes were trained on your mouth as he leaned in, lids slipping shut at the last second before your lips connected. It was a short kiss, but one you know you would have never shared in an actual public restaurant. 

It truly didn’t bother you that you were trapped in this hotel room - it had its benefits, after all. It was different for him, you knew, not being able to explore and just be wherever and however he wanted. For these 24 hours though, it worked in your favour. You didn’t have to share him with anyone - he was yours and yours alone. 

The thought did cross your mind then, how you were glad to be in the privacy of your own room, where you could touch and kiss and talk about whatever you pleased, but you didn’t voice it. All that would do is highlight the way it might have been if you had gone out, and then he’d apologise, and you’d have to reassure him that it was fine, and it would be a whole thing. A whole thing you’d done enough of in the past. So instead, you placed your hand on his knee and reached for your glass, leaning back into your seat as he started to recount some story or another. 

You’d talked and laughed and sipped your way through two glasses each before either of you thought to look at ordering food, Harry reaching for the room service menu while you shared the last of the bottle between your glasses. He clicked his tongue, humming as he read through the options. 

“What ya thinkin’?” You leaned your head on his shoulder to look at the menu together, open on the table between you; his hand coming to rest on your thigh. 

“I’m thinking we should switch to white wine.”

“Sure,” you smiled. “I want the pasta. But I also want a pizza.”

“Could get both and split them?”

You lifted your head off his shoulder to look at him. “You’re a genius.”

He just nodded, as if to say well, we already knew that. 

“You want garlic bread as well?”

“Obviously.”

He nodded again, and gave your thigh a squeeze, the bands of the thick rings on his index and middle fingers cold against your skin, before pushing his chair back and standing up. Leaning back in your seat, you took a contented sip of your drink while he called in your order from the phone on the bedside table. 

9:01pm

By the time the food had arrived you’d long finished your drink and had moved on to devouring each other. Your hands tangled in his hair and his inching further up your thighs, dangerously close to their apex, you’d jumped at the knock on the door. Harry had cursed, his short fingernails scratching along your skin as his fingers curled into a fist. 

You’d collected yourself while he let the waiters in, moving your glasses aside to let one of them set two large trays down on the table, another exchanging a bottle of white wine and two wine glasses for your empty champagne one(s). Somehow you’d both managed to eat something - once it was in front of you you realised how hungry you actually were - and before long you were sitting on the sofa nursing a glass of wine, waiting for Harry to come back from setting the trays outside the door to be taken away, leftover pizza safely stored in the mini fridge. 

You surveyed him over the top of your glass when he returned, picking his phone off the bedside table and putting on some quiet music. 

“I think we’re done with the restaurant ambiance for now.”

You giggled, the sound catching in your throat as he made his way over to you. His demeanour had shifted, the wide easy smile he’d worn for most of the evening gone. His brow was furrowed slightly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your body. 

You chewed at your lip, breaking eye contact for a second to set your glass down on the dresser. When you looked back he was just sitting down next to you, his hands reaching for your waist, and you took the hint, clambering into his lap. His hands held your hips, settling you on top of him as he leaned back against the seat, spreading his legs as he got comfortable. 

Threading your fingers through his hair, you pushed it away from his face, tucking a strand behind his left ear. 

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Y’welcome.” 

His voice was low, his eyes still boring into yours, breaking away only to glance down at your lips and then back up to your eyes. His hands moved up your body, his palms brushing over the sides of your breasts before his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you down to him. Your mouth found his with a soft moan, his lips moving with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips as his hand moved to grip the back of your neck, giving you no choice but to let him explore your mouth. 

Your hands dipped inside the front of his shirt, one resting on his chest and one clutching the side of his neck as you kissed. Your lips soon replaced the latter, nudging the collar of his shirt aside with your nose to sponge wet kisses along his skin. He hummed appreciatively, pulling the straps of your dress down to let the loose fabric of your dress fall to your waist when you straightened up. He kissed the tops of your breasts hungrily, teeth nipping and lips sucking at your skin. Your chest heaved as you breathed deeply, your head dropping back. You reached behind you to undo your bra, Harry’s hands moving quickly to help you pull it off and drop it to the floor.

The moment your breasts were free he buried his face between them, his hands kneading them roughly, pushing them into his face, rings cold against your skin. He turned his head slightly to kiss the right one, beginning a circle of sucking kisses that spiralled closer and closer to your nipple. His hand still gripped the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You whimpered at his touch, the contact leaving you all the more desperate for him to touch your almost painfully hard right nipple.

“Fuck,” you moaned when he finally sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue across its peak. 

Your hands rested on his shoulders, toying with the ends of his hair, twisting strands around your fingers. You gave a frustrated tug when he removed his mouth from your flesh, another whimper passing your lips. You looked down at him, a pout ready on your lips, but he didn’t notice. The crease between his brows was more evident than before, his eyes focused on your chest. He swapped his hands, his left squeezing your right breast, thumb grazing over your damp nipple; his right holding your waist, the fabric of your dress bunched up between his fingers. He repeated his earlier motions, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin.

“H, please.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t give any indication that he’d even heard you, just continued with his work. You knew he did though, because he was working in even tighter circles now, drawing out the route he was taking, the corner of his lips brushing over your nipple ever so slightly - just to spite you. You were about to take matters into your own hands, grasp his hair at the root and arch your back to angle yourself just right, when he finally brought the point of his tongue to your nipple, swirling around it once before sucking it into his mouth fully.

You moaned at the feeling, relief flooding through your nerves. You rolled your hips instinctively, grinding down onto his lap. You could feel him hard beneath you, contained by his tight jeans in a way that couldn’t be comfortable for him. He made you wait for your relief though, so you were in no hurry to help him out. Except you kind of were, but you were determined not to. It was like a game, who could get who the most worked up before they snapped, and it almost always went the same way. You’d think you had him - the way he was looking at you before he joined you on the sofa made you think you held all the cards. He wanted you, badly. And then all of a sudden, there you were, putty in his hands. It would be infuriating if it didn’t make you feel so good - if he didn’t make you feel so good.

So, you resolved to just make things worse for him, weaving your fingers through his hair and tugging. He groaned around your nipple, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. You clenched around nothing, pressing your clothed pussy against his crotch. His fingers dug into your waist, encouraging you to give another roll of your hips. That stopped you, of course, lifting yourself up slightly so you were no longer sitting directly on him.

He released your nipple with a wet pop, your movements pulling it from his mouth, and looked up at you intently. You were both breathing heavily, his lips slightly puffy and glistening.

“Did you bring the… stuff?”

He paused before the last word, a fraction of a section longer than even his usual slow cadence, just enough to emphasise the word. To imply that he didn’t mean any old stuff, but rather, The Stuff.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, your tongue flicking out to wet your bottom lip and draw it into your mouth, biting down on it gently. 

He turned his head, eyes flicking purposefully towards your suitcase.

You’d forgotten about it, in all honesty, until you’d gone to rearrange your bag earlier. Now sitting on top of a sloppily folded hoodie was a second make up bag, brought on this trip at Harry’s request. Its contents were simple: a g-spot vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a packet of toy and body wipes. 

You nodded again, confirming the location of The Stuff. 

“Can I?”

A third nod, more eager than the last. Harry kissed the valley between your breasts firmly, hands giving your hips a squeeze before pushing at them to get you to stand up. 

You moved to sit on the end of the bed while he grabbed the bag, your dress discarded on the floor in the process. You bent to undo the strap on your heels, but Harry stopped you, stepping between your legs. His finger curled under your chin, tilting your face upwards. 

“Leave them on.” 

Another nod. It was as if you’d lost the power of speech all of a sudden, silently moving up the bed until your head hit the pillows. Harry stayed at the end of the bed a moment longer, pulling your underwear from your body as you moved away from him. Shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans, he crawled up beside you. 

He lay on his side next to you, still fully clothed beside your naked body. You held his gaze, your breathing shallow, as he leaned over you to kiss you, your eyes only closing for the short time his lips were on yours before opening to watch him pull away. His eyes dropped down to focus on the make up bag, now resting on your stomach, but yours studied his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, a muscle in his jaw flexing with the movement. You shifted your gaze, watching him take the vibrator from the bag. You watched him stretch across you to put the bag down on the bed, out of the way. You watched him settle back on his side, pushing his hair back off his face before bending his elbow and resting his head on the palm of his hand. You watched the front of his shirt gape open, revealing the entirety of his right pec. You watched him drag the curved tip of the toy, not yet turned on, along the centre of your stomach, between your breasts, and up to your mouth. Only when he rested it on your bottom lip did your eyes return to his face, opening your mouth to let him slide it between your lips.

You knew there was music playing in the room but for the life of you you couldn’t have said what it was. The only thing your senses were registering was Harry. The smell of his shampoo and cologne. The warmth of his body beside you. The sight of his brows knitted together, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip slowly. The sound of his breathing, growing heavier with each gentle push and pull of the toy into your mouth. The taste of hard plastic on your tongue. 

You swallowed harshly once your mouth was empty, the toy buzzing to life when Harry clicked a button on its base. The two of you watched as he brought it to your skin, starting between your breasts. He followed the same course his mouth had earlier - slow, teasing circles around each breast. Your breathing was shaky, your chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax, to just take it all in, enjoy the whole experience. The anticipation was killing you though, the leisurely pace and featherlight touch with which he was dragging the vibrator across your skin. You shifted, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some relief from the throbbing between your legs.

Harry lifted the toy from your chest, and for a moment you thought he’d given up on the game, that he was going to press it firmly to your clit or push it into your dripping centre - but you couldn’t have been more wrong. You opened your eyes to see him drop it onto your stomach instead and grab your knee, pulling your thighs apart. You whined, watching him pin your leg to the bed with his own before picking the toy back up. 

He did, however, grant you some mercy, dipping his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. He focused the vibrator on the other breast now, circling around the very edge of your nipple. You moaned gratefully, your back arching. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing back the waves that fell around his face so you could see him. His eyes were closed, focused on rolling his tongue over your nipple over and over. You squirmed beneath him, your hips rolling, searching for something to grind against. Your hand in his hair acted on instinct, trying to push him down your body to where you needed him to be. He didn’t oblige, instead pulling back and propping himself up on his elbow. 

“Please,” you whispered, your eyes locking onto his, your hand reaching out to tuck a lone curl behind his ear before settling at the back of his neck.

He didn’t reply, still ghosting the toy tortuously around your nipple. 

You tightened your grip on his hair, arching your back and trying to close your legs, making him press down with his knee to keep your leg pressed to the sheets. 

“Please, Harry.”

And just like that, you’d lost the game. Because of course you fucking did. You always did. 

A smile spread across Harry’s face, a stupid smug smirk that you wanted to kiss off his stupid smug face. He didn’t give you a chance to though, your mouth dropping open in a desperate gasp as he pressed the vibrator right to your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, followed by a whine when he pulled the toy away. 

Your body writhed on the bed, as much as he would let it anyway, your fingers twisting into his hair once more. Harry leaned over you, rubbing his nose against yours, hovering his lips over yours. 

“What do you want, baby?”

You pulled his face that little bit closer to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss. He returned it with the same fervour, grinding against your thigh. You could feel his cock pressing against you, hard and thick inside his jeans. 

“Just,” you breathed against his lips, in between sucking kisses. “Touch me. Please.”

“Okay. Why didn’t you just say?” His tone was casual, as if you’d been being difficult about where you wanted to go for lunch. 

You rolled your eyes, Harry pecking your cheek before pulling away and lying back on his side. You breathed deeply, readying yourself for his next move, half expecting him to continue to tease you. Thankfully, he did not, instead pressing the tip of the vibrator to your clit and holding it there. 

You moaned, moving your hips to grind your pussy against the toy. Harry’s leg still kept yours from raising off the bed, but he allowed you to move enough for that. You were so worked up from his teasing, arousal building inside you since way back before you even ate, that you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to come. Harry clicked the button on the base of the toy again, turning up the intensity of the vibrations, and your lower body tensed.

“Oh my god,” your voice was just above a whisper, your eyes squeezing shut.

He slid the toy along the length of your pussy, dipping inside you just barely before returning to your clit. You let him repeat the motion once more before you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand grabbing his and holding it where you needed it. You just about heard Harry groan beside you, but your mind was clouding over, entirely consumed by pleasure. Your grip tightened on Harry’s hand when you felt it move, but you needn’t have worried. He flicked his wrist, jerking the toy back and forth in tiny rapid movements, just like he’d seen you do, and you were coming, your whole body tensing and your hips bucking up wildly. The vibrations kept you coming, pleasure rushing through your body in waves, spreading all the way to the tips of your toes, and Harry kept the vibrations coming, holding the toy firmly against your clit. Your fingernails dug into his skin as you gripped his hand - it was starting to become too much but you didn’t want to pull him away just yet, wanted to see how long you could hold out. 

The choice was soon taken from you, Harry’s stronger hand moving the vibrator away from your clit. Your body slumped, a heavy breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding forcing its way out of your chest. You only had a moment’s respite though, a shuddering gasp bursting from your lips when Harry pushed the toy inside you. It slipped into your wet pussy easily, the curved tip nestled against your g spot firmly. 

“Oh my god!”

You were much louder this time, taken by surprise. Harry started to flick his wrist again, this time to thrust the toy in and out of you quickly. Your walls spasmed around the toy, a second orgasm charging its way towards you at record speed. You could feel the muscles in Harry’s hand twitching under your palm, straining to keep pushing the toy into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come–”

The second you squeaked out the words you were coming again, even harder than before, your back arched off the bed and your head pressing back into the pillows. It all happened so fast after that - Harry letting your orgasm force the toy out of your pussy, pressing it back to your clit instead, white hot pleasure blocking out every one of your senses except the rattling sound of wet vibrations.

“Fucking hell.”

Body sinking into the mattress, you pulled weakly at Harry’s wrist. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt like one more touch to your swollen clit might kill you off. He clicked the toy off, tossing it onto the duvet and bringing his hand gently to your cheek instead. 

“That was so hot,” he grunted into your open mouth, sucking your bottom lip between his own. “You alright?”

You took a moment to think, your chest heaving with each heavy breath. Your senses were coming back to you, and your predominant feeling was wetness. You could feel it pooling under your ass, and in the creases where your thighs met your pelvis. It had happened a few times before - you squirting - but it took you both by surprise every time. Were you alright, though? Yeah, you’d say so. More than alright. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, puffing your cheeks up and forcing the air past your lips in a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I’m good.” 

It took a few minutes for you to fully recover, Harry’s fingertips drawing gentle circles on your waist and his lips pressing gentle kisses to your lips. Once he felt you start to kiss him back properly, though, your body curving off the bed to press against his, he brought his hand back to the side of your neck. His thumb brushed along the edge of your jaw, across your bottom lip, his eyes watching you intently as you sucked it into your mouth. 

You moved so your body was over his, one of your legs slotted between his. You tugged at his wrist, pulling his thumb from your mouth and linking your fingers together. Bringing your clasped hands down to the bed you kissed along his jaw, gradually making your way down his neck and chest. With one hand he undid the last few buttons of shirt, so by the time your lips reached the butterfly tattooed on his torso the rest of your path was clear. 

You moved to unbuckle his belt, dropping his hand, but he was faster, hands pulling at the leather deftly. You lay back on the bed again, propped up on your elbows as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers. Harry kneeled over you while he shrugged off his shirt, keeping eye contact with you as he leaned down to kiss you. You let your lips connect, but only briefly, your hands pushing at his chest so he was on his back again. You were determined to finish what you’d started, complete the path of kisses you’d began plotting down his body. And besides, you didn’t think you could handle him touching you again just yet.

Kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached for the discarded make up bag, dropping it to the floor once you’d retrieved the bottle of lube. You pumped a generous amount into your hand before tossing the bottle too. Harry gasped through gritted teeth when you let a few drops drip down onto the head of his cock, the liquid cold on his sensitive skin. You soon warmed him back up though, your hand wrapping around his length and spreading the lube across his skin. Holding the base firmly, you dipped your head to lick the underside of his cock, your open mouth hovering over the head when you reached the top. You stayed there for just a heartbeat, letting him feel the warmth of your breath, before repeating the motion. When you looked up at him through your lashes he was propped up on his elbows, watching you. You dipped your head further, keeping your eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around him. He moaned, his hands gripping the sheets when you started to suck, massaging his slit with your tongue. You closed your eyes, dipping your head lower to take more of him, then coming back up. Your lips pouted around his cock, you looked back up at him. 

Harry leaned his head back with a groan, running his fingers through his hair. You lowered your head again slowly, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you felt like you couldn’t take any more. One hand wrapped around what wouldn’t fit in your mouth, the other cupped his balls and applied gentle pressure, the back of your index finger stroking the sensitive area behind his balls.

“Oh fuck yeah.”

His hips bucked up as he spoke, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Shit, sorry,” he mumbled, lifting his head to look down at you.

You pulled off him to swallow the excess spit and lube collecting in your mouth, your hand pumping his length, but when you moved to lower your head again he stopped you. His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face towards his.

“I can’t,” he shook his head, nibbling on his bottom lip. “I need to fuck you.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, sitting back on your heels. “Why didn’t you just say?”

Harry sighed in mock exasperation, prodding your thigh with his finger before standing up. He helped you get to your feet too, catching you when you stumbled off the bed. His hands moved from your waist up to your face, holding your cheeks with both hands as he kissed you. Guiding you over to the table, he pressed a series of firm kisses to your lips, ending with a particularly long one before helping you hop up onto the table. 

You lay back on the hard surface, propped up on your elbows with your legs dangling off the side. Harry stood between your legs, gripping your calves to hitch them up to his waist and pulling you to the very edge of the table.

The height of the table meant you were perfectly aligned - all he had to do was tilt his hips and cock was tucked between your folds, rubbing along the length of your pussy. Completely soaked from your orgasm, your bodies slid together easily, and you hummed contentedly.

Harry repeated the movement a few times, covering himself in you, before letting go of one of your legs to wrap his hand around his length. You giggled breathily when he tapped his cock against your clit a few times, your skin tingling with sensitivity, before he guided himself into you with a heavy moan. Taking hold of your leg again, he used them both as leverage to push himself fully into you.

“Jesus.”

You watched him mutter under his breath as he watched himself slide in and out of you slowly. It felt incredible, you could feel every inch of him in this position, dragging over your most sensitive parts. His head dipped, his expression was one of deep concentration and focus. You watched his abs tense with each deep thrust into you, muscles flexing under his butterfly tattoo. You could just about see the laurels above where your bodies connected, partially obscured by your thighs.

Still just as deep, his movements began to pick up speed. 

“Oh,” you gasped, your head dropping back and your mouth hanging open. 

“You feel,” he paused to grunt with a particularly hard thrust. “So fucking good.”

You just hummed, words evading you. Harry grunted every few thrusts, and you lifted your head to look at him again. His hair had fallen around his face, and he was watching your body jolt on the table with the force of his movements, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. You caught each other’s eyes, a breathless chuckle passing both your lips that clearly said this is incredible, right? He gave a few more harder thrusts, biting his bottom lip, and you whined at how deep he was hitting inside you. 

He shifted, repositioning so your legs were flush to his chest, your ankles above his shoulders. You lay back fully on the table, embracing the stretch in the back of your legs. Harry’s fingers dug into your thighs where he gripped them to his body, his cock somehow even deeper inside you than before. He rolled his hips a few times, dragging his cock across your g spot and making you moan before he started thrusting again. You gasped each time he did, the pitch rising each time. You knew you were being insanely loud, but you literally couldn’t help it. Your hands kneaded your breasts roughly, tweaking your nipples between your fingers, desperately trying to crest the mountain of pleasure rising inside you.

Still holding one of your thighs tight to his chest, still fucking into you persistently, Harry leaned forwards to take over. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, and the new angle meant his pelvis bumped against your clit with every thrust. With his hand clawing at your breast, the pressure building up inside you was ready to snap again.

“I’m gonna come–”

He swore at your moaned admission, his brow furrowing and jaw tensing as he redoubled his efforts. You whined and writhed your way through your third orgasm of the evening, your hands grasping his forearm in a desperate search for something to ground you as pleasure wracked through you.

When you came back to Earth Harry was still pounding into you, but you could tell he was getting closer to his own release. He was moaning and cursing, and his hand on your breast was pushing you against the table as he began to struggle to support his weight. 

He seemed to realise the latter himself, moving his hand to the table by your waist instead, his other hand leaving your thigh and doing the same on your other side. You tried to meet his frantic thrusts as best you could, but after one too many mistimed jerks of your hips you opted to just clench around him, again and again.

He looked down with a groan, as if he could see into where your walls were squeezing him, his hair falling in front of his face . He was close enough now that you could reach up and push it back, letting you see into his pretty green eyes when he looked back up at you. The chain dangling around his neck swung with each slam into you, the cross hitting him squarely in the chest each time. 

You tightened your hand in his hair into a fist, tugging his head back ever so slightly at the same time as you gave a particularly tight pulse around him.

“Fffuck me…”

The words almost got stuck in his throat, his teeth digging hard into his bottom lip as he struggled to form an ‘F’ sound before they burst past his lips forcefully.

Harry moaned loudly as he came, his thrusts not slowing until he was fully spent, releasing inside you in heavy bursts. Eventually slowing to a steady grind, he pushed his cum deeper into you with each roll of his hips

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you messily. You bit his bottom lip as he pulled away, only letting go at the last possible moment to let him straighten up.

He eased your legs down from his shoulders, massaging your thighs. Your hips ached, and your hamstrings were beginning to sting, but you knew you’d do it again in a heartbeat. You might even do it again tomorrow, who could say.

You watched Harry watch himself pull out of you slowly, taking his time to drag out every last moment.

“Stay there, don’t move.”

You weren’t in any particular rush to go anywhere, so you just nodded, laying back with your eyes closed and your legs dangling over the edge of the table. Your eyes flew open again a moment later, a buzzing sound reaching your ears from the other end of the table.

“H,” you whined. “I can’t.”

You sat up to look at him, sitting in a chair at the head of the table and holding the vibrator.

“I think you can, gorgeous.”

He lifted your leg back onto his shoulder, trailing his fingers softly along your outer thigh while he looked to you for confirmation to proceed. You sighed, slumping back against the table. Harry said your name softly, pressing you for an actual answer. 

“Go on then.”

In an instant the toy was pressed to your clit, and your body seized up.

“Holy shit–”

Using two of his fingers, Harry gathered the cum that had started to drip out of you, pushing them and it back inside you. He flipped his hand over with his fingers buried inside you, turning it palm down and pumping in and out while keeping the toy pressed to your clit. He’d turned it on to a pulse setting, his fingers moving in time with the vibrations. 

Your heel was pressed into his back as your legs tensed, your back arching off the table as you whimpered. It was too much, it was all entirely too much, the pulses of the toy getting faster and his fingers matching their pace. You just glimpsed Harry glancing between your face and your pussy before your eyes screwed shut, your lips pressed together, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. 

“Come on, baby, that’s it…”

You nodded your head jerkily at his encouragement. “I- I’m - oh fuck–”

Your pussy clenching and shuddering around his fingers, your leg fell from his shoulder as Harry lunged forward, replacing the toy with his mouth. He sucked on your clit harshly, still fucking his cum into you with his fingers as you came again. 

Your hand flew to the back of his head, keeping his mouth pressed against you until you stopped coming, until you stopped feeling like your entire body was imploding. You collapsed against the table when that moment finally came, Harry’s mouth dragging across your skin to kiss your inner thigh instead. Pulling his fingers out of you slowly, he moved his fingertips along your folds slowly as you came down from your high. It didn’t take long before you were squirming on the table, trying to get away from his touch.

“Mmm okay, stop, please.”

Harry bit the very top of your thigh in response, but did move his hand away. Standing up between your legs, he brought his fingers up to your lips. Your eyes closed, you parted your lips to let him slip them into your mouth, sucking them clean lazily. 

“You good?”

You hummed around his fingers, nodding, and your thighs twitched either side of his. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, Harry leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips before you felt him step away. You heard him move around the room, and then the rustling of him opening your packet of wipes. You just lay there and let him clean you up gently, hearing him mutter I know, I know when you whined, your nerves hypersensitive to his touch. 

You wanted to go to sleep right there on the table as soon as he was done, but he grabbed your forearms and pulled you upright, standing back between your legs.

“Come on, bed.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slumped against him tiredly. Harry gripped your thighs, lifting you off the table and carrying you to the bed. The bed was wet beneath you where he lay you down, but you didn’t care. Keeping your legs wrapped around him, you tightened his arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

“Love you,” he murmured in your ear, kissing your neck. “So much.”

You hummed, a quiet love you too pressed to his shoulder. With one last kiss to your cheek, he pushed up onto his hands so he was hovering over you, arms bracketing your head. 

“Thanks for coming.”

You smiled in reply, your hands holding the sides of his neck and thumbs brushing along his jawline. 

“And for visiting, too.”

Ride Or Die

Summary: In which Harry and y/n are crime partners

Word count:10.4k

Before you read the warnings please note that this is a very dark fic, and it’s not everyone’s cup of tea please go over the warnings many times to make sure that this is something you are comfortable with reading!!!

Non smutty warnings: Reckless driving, usage of guns, usage of drugs, murder, blood, skin carving , manipulation, obsession, toxic dynamic, Dark characters , Fire, knives, possessiveness, jealousy, robbery and theft.

Smutty warnings: unprotected sex, knife play, gun play, s@x under the influence of dr@gs, choking, slapping , spanking, ropes play and bondage, biting, collar, riding, mastubration, creampie, size kink, manhandling , daddy kink , rough sex , degradation kink , branding, hair pulling , pussy slapping , dirty talk , switch characters , nipple play , mommy kink , cum eating , overstimulation , cock ring , sadism , masochism , spitting ,praising, dumbification..

A/n: This is my first time writing a dark fic that has more smut than plot but why not? Please make sure that you really are comfortable with this! You don’t have to read it, this is only fantasy please drive safely in real life and beware of your use with drugs and alcohol and don’t take anything here seriously again this is just a fanfiction.I really loved bunny and bambi and I hope you do too!! I’m sorry for the cliffhanger and any editing faults I just got so tired and couldn’t write anymore :(

This is an exclusive one shot and the era is LHH! Enjoy :) Note: Harry is Bambi and y/n is Bunny

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This is how it begins.

A darkened sky , smoke lingering in the air , two partners, a game, collateral damage, and one prize.

There are moments in your life where you deem yourself unlucky, perhaps doomed by the universe or whatever godly power that can turn your reality upside down. This is how the employees of Cedars Trust Bank feel now, terrified , sinking in trepidation, secretly praying to get out unscathed.

They have heard of course, of the gossip. But it seemed like a myth at least to whoever listens for the first time. Two ruthless partners , they appear only to vanish away quickly , tip the world at the edge of their fingers, claiming their prizes and some souls with a grin on their face , no one knows who they are but their actions speak enough.

The justice system pretends to care but they don’t, in the first few months they sent out the best forces behind them, none came back alive or in one piece for the matter. It was a cold october night when every media outlet in many towns was hacked showing clips, of the Florida Chief Officer being involved in hideous crimes. They were sending out a message , don’t mess with us and we won’t.

Following that incident no one dared to stop them , this event spoke a lot about the corruption of the system. The video tape ended with a girl in a bunny mask kissing the screen then showing her middle finger.

Courtesy of Bunny and Bambi xx . The subtitles said.

No one denies how weird these two names are for criminals, but other than the fact that the girl wears a bunny mask and the boy a normal black hood on his face. That would be the only piece of information about them, but you know.. only a fool faces them.

For a bank that is being raided it pretty sure is quiet, hostages on the floor with their hands behind their back, not being able to raise their heads not even if they want to.

The click of your heels was what gave you guys away, it’s what everyone is familiar with. You yourself have heard what they say behind your back, that the click of your heels is the rhythm the devil listens to, the bell to the gates of hell .

You had done a background check on the bank a week beforehand. 20 employees, the owner of the bank is Matt Brandon, they open from 9 am to 8 pm , security change shifts at 7:30 roughly before the close up. Yes you could’ve waited for them to close up and raid it then, but that’s no fun now is it?

Besides Matt Brandon is the worst man ever. There are lots of things that you despise in this world but mostly men like him. Misogynist piece of shit, abuser, makes his female employees uncomfortable at work and steals money from poor clients. You kinda hoped to get your hands bloody at the end of the night.

You were standing up , your hand on your hip with the other holding a cigarette , its flame shining cherry red.

You had a leg raised on Matt’s spine , the back of your heels digging into his skin the more he spoke. His whines were so annoying you almost caved in and killed him at the spot, but you were trying to enjoy your cigarette as you threw its ashes on his head.

Looking around you all twenty employees were on the ground face down and silently praying. Your Bambi took over the stealing and driving part . You did the thinking and planning. And oh what a pair.

The way you two became partners is quite funny well at least to you.

Harry had been trying to keep track of you back then, he followed you everywhere. Supermarkets, shops, daily walks, the gym. He knew which one your apartment was , its electronic code. But most importantly he had your file. He hacked into the system , something he did often but this time it was to inspect this lady he has eyes on, a lady he’s studying to manipulate, a lady he’s obsessed with.

And once harry has his mind set on something he has to have it, but in this case rather someone. He was fully aware that you were no angel, after all your actions were his motive to recruiting you. It was a fateful night when he trapped you in a dark alley threatening you to be his partner, anyone would say that but that’s the funny thing about mind fuck. He used the sweetest words , caressed your cheeks and slowly introduced the dark information about his jobs, of course to this day he didn’t know what was going on in your head and all you could think of back then was BINGO!

He looked so attractive, the dim light of a nearby store shining on his silhouette just the right amount, his curly locks displayed, sleeves of his shirt rolled back with his perfume already coating you. He towered over you trapping you with his body, a hand placed on your hips with his nose nuzzling in your neck as he whispered to you.

“Been watching you for a while now, you’re a spectacular thing aren’t you? Theft, drugs, robbing rich men without batting an eye. What a smart girl. Here’s what will happen, you’re gonna help me and if you don’t.. well I have your record in the palm of my hand and things well be bad for you baby.”

“What kind of help?” You inquired more.

“Hmm nothing bad baby just some theft , it could get ugly like murder but cmon these scumbags don’t deserve to live. Join me and you’ll be so powerful , you’ll love it I know you’re corrupt to the core baby.”

You turned your head to the side allowing him more access to your neck, your arm tightened around his torso and you clenched your thighs together.

“It turns you on doesn’t it slut? You’re squirming your thighs, you like the idea that i’m manipulating you into this?”

That night ended with a rough fuck in the back of an abandoned club and an agreement, you two became inseparable partners since then. But that night also held a dark secret that harry wasn’t aware of. Sometimes when you remember it you start chuckling at the sight of the clueless boy next to you.

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The light of the bank is starting to annoy you, looking at your digital watch you noticed that Bambi is taking too long. Meanwhile the employees were still lying down not even breaking a sweat. Estimating that your partner wouldn’t really take longer than 5 more minutes. You decided to have some fun yourself.

You grabbed the Bank Owner by his collar and moved him up handcuffing him to to the counter, he kept grunting and squirming like a child and yet again, you proved yourself right .. Men and Children just the fucking same.

“You won’t get away with this , I will find you and you will pay for what you’ve done.”

You turned around to face him and let out a loud laugh at his statement . The fucking audacity.

“Fucking prick who do you even think you are? It’s bold of you to assume that i’ll spare your life.”

A hint of fear flashed across his face, you loved this.

Feeding off their anxiety and the power it gives you, specially when men kneel at your feet begging for mercy. Your Bambi kneels for other stuff .

“Fucking slut, you know nothing you’re a woman you can’t even hold the gun prop-“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you hit the front of his head with the barrel of your gun, earning a pained scream from him. This bitch provoked you.

“You know the thing with men like you is that they think they’re something, but you’re just a fucking man, a pillow for my heels you goddamn idiot. Being a misogynist proves nothing more than that you’re a little bitch who didn’t get enough attention as a child and feels insecure.” You sneered at him spitting right at his face before hitting him again in the head.

You didn’t even feel like robbing the bank but harry convinced you, this night was supposed to be about winding up but now this fucker made you furious.

You were gathering plans that could be torturous for him, maybe physical torture ? Hmm no only fun for you. But he does look like a reputation kinda guy.. leaking stuff perha-

The sound of a gunshot rang in the air making you turn your head around, you knew it was harry since you were accustomed to the sound of his glock -19.

Hearing the commotion rise you stepped forward only to see one of the employees laying in a pool of his own blood with a woman next to him crying hysterically.

“Well well now what happened here.”

Harry had a black hood with two bags on his back , and you could see him fuming in his spot, whatever went down definitely bothered him.

“Cmon tell her her what your friend said.” Harry spoke kneeling to another man pointing the gun to his head.

“Fucking speak.” He shouted at the shocked man who’s shaking .

“He-he said t-that your skirt i-is low a—and that you’ve got a – nice pussy.” The man barely finished his words quickly breathing out a sigh and screwing his eyes shut.

“Exactly so I shot him in the eyes Bunny, that sight is for me.” Harry looked up to you and you could almost catch the grin behind his hood.

Your sweet obedient boy.

“Nice gesture Bambi but cmon we need to hurry.”

You glanced at harry giving him the look. He knew what he was supposed to do. In a matter of few seconds he had two gas masks in his hand, after giving you yours he made sure every hostage had their hands handcuffed well so that no one escapes. You immediately moved over to where Matt is standing pulling out a knife from your pocket. Even though you were tight on time but you never leave a job undone.

His shrieks and cries were a pleasure to hear as you worked your knife over his arm carving Bunny.

It’s not the first time you’ve done this so it took no longer than two minutes. Practice makes perfect.

The blood was dripping down on the marble floor, sweat glistening across his skin that turned red. You were smirking to yourself as you finished carving his arm , not only was he hurting but was also going to probably faint from being overwhelmed with emotions of fear, distress, anger and torment.

Since you were in a good mood tonight you decided to shoot him in the head, if it were any other day you’d enjoy spending weeks torturing him in one of your warehouses, doing unimaginable things to him and you’d love every second of it.

Hearing the police sirens nearby you positioned the gun to his head . “You won’t be missed and don’t worry i’ll make sure to spend the money.” He barely processed your words before a bullet pierced his head.

Et voila.

The next few minutes were a blur but also a routine. Both you and harry adjusted your gas masks well over your faces, and he threw over to you one of the bags. You shot all of the Security cameras , made sure that your guns are loaded a good amount and with one last glance to each other , harry released the gas bombs in the bank.

The bombs weren’t really deadly , it was nitrous oxide homemade by bambi. Once the medics and police rush in their priority would become the hostages.

The large doses of Nitrous oxide cause fainting, loss of consciousness and heart attacks . And if you think about it along with their distress it could do them a good nap like they can consider it self care or so.

This time the click of your heels was rushed , echoing around the building . One bag slumped across your shoulder your leather skirt flowing ever so slightly from the light cool breeze. Harry’s back muscles flex as he runs to dump the bags close the trunk ,and swap the vehicle registration plate with a flip. Another thing from his inventions.

Wasting no time you sat in the passenger’s seat while harry started the engine, from the car’s mirror you could see the faint outline of smoke rising from the building, glancing at your watch it has been approximately 3 and a half minutes since the bomb.

Very well.

What you found odd though was the disappearance of police sirens, usually they would be on you everytime. But you could already sense something was fishy.

“Are you thinking what i’m thinking?” You turned over to harry disappointed to see the hood still on his face.

“Mmm we’ll see let’s keep driving yeah?”

Nodding at your remark he sped off taking unfamiliar exits trying to work up what the hell is happening. This is not the first time they don’t follow you, so you shouldn’t be alarmed but both of you could sense the energy in the air, something is going on , like a premonition.

After crossing two streets you caught a trace of red lights, fucking bastards. They were trying to set you up. Taking out your binoculars from your bag you used it to look ahead. A patrol of police cars around 6-7 were stationed, each one was filled with gunned officers and something was planted in front of them. Some sort of electric like thin thread to make you bump into it. Motherfucking bitches.

“It’s a fucking trap , they think they can outsmart us.” You smirked turning to harry who’s already brewing something for them.

“Well then let’s show them how to play.” You both let out a loud chuckle mentally preparing yourself for a show that only you two will enjoy.

Grinning at your plan , you unpacked some of your beloved gear , you could survive without food or water but these, these were the real essentials.

You took a quick look and opted for your Taurus model PT-945 , Smith and Wesson 59, another nitrous oxide bomb , tear gas bomb (your favourite).

You gave harry the Taurus model and leaned in to whisper in his ear . “Let’s show them hell baby.”

You kissed his cheek twice and positioned yourself comfortably . Taking a last glance at him you wished he had his hood off so you can see his pretty face, and emerald eyes that would be dark at moments like these. But you couldn’t risk your faces to be revealed.

His long beautiful hair was tied in a bun and even though he had gloves on to avoid leaving fingerprints, he still insisted on wearing his rings beneath them , and when you complained that they might startle him or stop him from doing his job correctly . He frowned at your words and got mad. “That’s bloody bullshit I know my job and those rings are my blueprint. Plus you don’t seem to complain when I use em on you yeah?” He ended his sentence with a cheeky smirk and left you to get ready.

Pulling yourself out of your trance you gave harry a nod informing him that you’re ready.

It’s showtimeeeee.

He turns off all of the head lights and puts on a pair of night vision glasses and with some modifications he made on the engine it will barely release sounds, you’re basically invisible now. Looking at the panel in front of him he enters the system he built that’s connected to his computer, as you showed him where to go you were both navigating where all of the police were stationed, you then agreed on attacking from behind opposite of where they’re waiting for you.

Harry was now slowly driving and laughing at their puzzled faces on the screen . “Hmm how about we give them a jump scare? Maybe turn off the street lights?” You bit your bottom lip waiting for harry’s response.

“Fuck I love your devilish mind do it baby.” Sometimes he was in awe of the beautiful and intelligent woman he’s lucky to call his partner.

Since you were also skilled at hacking and computer related stuff, you managed to quickly have access to the system supporting the electrical lights, harry had somewhat installed this panel in the car for cases like these. Once you approached the street they’re in you pressed the button and suddenly everything went dark. Well for them.

With the night vision glasses designed by a loyal friend, you could almost see everyone as clear as daylight. Given that you were all set in harry pressed his foot on the gas pedal and the moment you were near them , you pushed down on one of the special buttons, this one released fog to your surroundings .

All of the patrol was caught by surprise and in a rush of panic they started shooting randomly, and like the idiots they are they ended up aiming at each other till one of them called to cease fire.

Harry was now doing circular loops around them spreading even more fog and just for the mood you turned on Supermassive Black Hole on the radio, blaring it loudly through the speakers.

Oh cmon it’s a showww.

Taking the opportunity of having the upper hand you rolled down your window and started shooting at them, and so did harry. Fixing his right hand at the steering wheel he used his left one to aim at an entire car. He looked so fucking hot doing it and all while still going in circular loops.

This strategy worked well, first of all they can’t see you and they went into survival mode which means shooting instead of actually turning on their headlights to see. And going in circles means that they will miss the target not to mention that your car is bulletproof.

You continued to shoot at them hearing their screams of pain and panic, the fog slowly disappearing and the music still playing .

1,2,3,4,5 down in one loop. Not bad .

“This is boring I want more fun.” You told harry as you stopped firing bullets and heard them scramble to their cars.

“Hmm what baby wants baby gets.” Looking in the rear mirror he noticed that only two cars filled with men survived. He knew that out of anger and some heroic bullshit they will be going after him, but this is where the fun begins.

He took a detour and went off an abandoned road as the music changed to Arctic Monkeys. You could hear the low sirens of the police cars in the distance only for them to disappear suddenly.

“Oh tiny brains they think they’ll distract us by turning off the sirens.” You laughed turning your head to harry while propping your legs on the front car console .

“It gets me every time.” He then moved his hands over to your thighs and rubbed on them. “Baby letting off some steam?” He asked you and once again you could almost feel him smirk.

“Yeah definitely needed that.”

You continued humming along to the song till your little friends joined you. They tried to play it smart and shoot harry’s tires but he’s already one step ahead and is driving in a zic zac motion making them go nuts.

Deciding that you’ve had enough of the tom & jerry chase, you craved giving them a taste of their own medicine. Slowly you waited till harry was somewhat steady and you let your upper body out of the window just enough to use your expertise in shooting and aim swiftly at their tires. The front tires of the first car were blown up and before you get too excited , harry pulled your body inside and engulfed you in a deep kiss.

He was driving on an average speed enough for the other car to catch up with you and whilst they were trying to shoot you, he bumps into their side making the officer on the passenger side wound the driver instead.

Harry leaned over whispering in your ear .” Cmon bunny shoot them both , they’re nothing they deserve it, i want you to kill them do it.”

You shivered at his words as you got struck by a flashback to when you first met harry and made him murder a man for fun to make sure that you have a hold on him.

You stood behind harry, your arm wrapped around his torso , your chin resting on his shoulder as you whispered in his ear.” If you care about me you would do it, shoot him harry show me what you would do for me.”

The next thing you heard was a bullet.

As they both went into a state of panic you took your chance and shot both of them in the head , the car then bumped into a concrete wall.

“Atta girl.”

Feeling that you were still bored you recalled not using the bombs and you smirked to yourself.

“I know that face, what’s in that pretty head of yours.”

Turning to look at harry who now finally took his hood off you saw the moonlight shine on his gorgeous face.

“You think we can turn back to the other car?”

“It’s like you read my mind baby.” He replied swerving the car in the opposite direction where the other police officers are.

You loaded your gun again, set the two bombs next to you and made sure that the fire pistol is ready, then to spare a minute or two you leaned over to harry and started kissing up his neck and moving your hand through his hair, your earned a loud groan from his mouth as he was trying hard to not get distracted .

“You’re in for a punishment aren’t you? Just do your job y/n.”he gritted at you through his teeth.

“Fine if you say so daddy.” With one last kiss you pulled away from him observing the stranded car with the police officers still in it.

By the time they noticed you coming they scrambled to load their guns, but failing to do so as you were quicker than them.

The next few seconds were almost in slow motion, harry drove around them again in circular loops , while you threw the nitrous oxide gas at them and used the fire pistol aiming it on their gas tank. You then shot another bullet at the leaking fuel. Now the nitrous oxide isn’t exactly flammable but it is considered as an oxidizer and causes fire to burn faster and hotter.

And on cue harry immediately sped off as you watched the car burn in flames in the rear view. The fire reflected in your eyes and for the first time this night you actually felt relaxed. You removed your bunny mask throwing it in the back seat and smiled at your achievement.

“Fuck baby that was so hot come here.” He grabbed your chin and devoured your mouth in a deep kiss making the heat spread along your body.

You couldn’t help but also think about how fucking attractive he was tonight, and all fucking yours.

His skilled driving and multitasking , shooting randomly yet aiming perfectly like its nothing, manhandling your body into the car and killing that guy for looking at you. Your sweet bambi.

“Did you enjoy tonight baby? I know it’s your favourite activity.”

“Hmm I did thank you.” Since you know that he can’t get you off now and judging by the road ahead of you , you drove a bit far away and the nearest warehouse would be at least 30 minutes away.

And like the sadist you are, seeing what you’ve done tonight along with harry made you so worked up you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You pulled away from him making him frown in confusion , and slowly moved your skirt and spread your legs apart . You used your fingers to circle around your folds feeling your wetness intensify the more you rub.

“I fucking knew it you got so wet from this.” He grabbed your chin roughly forcing you to look at him.

“I want you to tell me what made you this worked up.” He spoke with his eyes on the road as he quickly took off his gloves and discarded them somewhere in the car.

“I loved being in power and you were so hot , fuck the way you manhandled everything.” You spoke with a shake in your voice due to the rubbing on your folds and your fingertips grazing your clit.

“Does it turn you on when i’m heartless? Treat you like my property? Or when I manipulated you? I know you do darling cause you were born corrupt.”

His words were making you even more wet, as you felt the vibration spread through your body, he reached his hand over and slapped your clit repeatedly and you knew you were close, but you always liked to edge yourself specially with what you have in mind.

You decided to tell him.

Slowly you eased your rubbing and laughed loudly at him.

“You actually think that you manipulated me into this?

You caught a hint of confusion and anxiety in his face but he immediately pulled himself back and questioned you.

“You know I never planned to tell you.” You started talking and moved your fingers to your mouth to taste yourself. — “ I found you first, I stalked you first and I did that little scenario in front of you on purpose, I kept track to when you followed me” you returned the attention to your clit again , feeling harry’s grip on the steering wheel tighten . “I created that government record that you blackmailed me with, baby I have no real record, I just set it up for you and did everything leading up to that night in the alley.” Once you hit a specific spot you moaned before continuing . “You were my bitch first bambi, god I was so obsessed with you I needed to have you and I did, honestly didn’t want to bruise your ego but frankly i played your game first.”

With one last curl of your fingers you reached your climax as you dripped down on the car seat, you pulled your fingers out to taste yourself again. All while silence was absolutely taking over the car. Harry’s nostrils were flaring, he was breathing heavily and started speeding up. But most importantly he was hard.Painfully hard

“Little dumb baby, you actually thought you had me while you were wrapped around my finger this whole time, made you think you found me first but you didn’t. How does it make you feel? That I fucked with your brain first hmm? Cause you’re so fucking hard Bambi.” You whispered in his ear while palming him through his trousers.

The next thing you felt was his large hand firmly gripping your neck and blocking the passage for air, his Clutch was so tight it was going to definitely leave bruises as usual.

“Harry i’m going to pass out.” You could barely utter your cry for help , your head started to get fuzzy and you were in dire need for a breath.

Finally he switched his hand to your jaw and cupped your cheeks tightly while his jaw clenched, and his expression held anger , fury and disappointment all at once.

“You think you’re so fucking smart for this? Fucking bitch I made you, without me you’re nothing. Looks like I need to put you back in your place.”

Harry was furious at your confession, the months he spent researching, plotting and stalking you were for nothing. You tricked him first and you lead him into this. None of you have actual records, that’s why authorities were never able to catch anything on you. Harry is British and you were born and raised in France, you had faked your death 4 years ago , created a new identity that didn’t last for two weeks before you changed it again and again and again……

You were like the shadows you and him, untraceable , undetectable and untouchable.

“Sit on my fucking lap now.” He sneered at you picking up his speed.

“You’re driving harry.” You knew harry was incredibly skilled , but sitting on his lap while he was driving 120 km/hr is a whole other level.

“Do what I said , no questions asked.” His dark eyes turned over to you and from his tone you knew you shouldn’t defy him.

Daddy got mad oops.

The road ahead of you was completely clear and lit, you turned on the headlights again and slowly made your way over to his lap. You tried to be as gentle as you could, one swerve and he’d bump into a wall.

Though delicacy wasn’t really harry’s concern, the moment you hovered over him , he grabbed you with one hand seating you on him. You moved your head to the side of his neck so that you don’t block his sight.

Leaving his left hand on the steering wheel , he used his right one to rub on your ass cheeks and land a sharp smack on them.

“Bunny, bunny , bunny. Now look what you’ve done , what you got us into. Underestimating me? Thinking i’m a bad driver? Darling I can drive while i’m blindfolded.”

Hiding your head in the crook of his neck , you took more sharp smacks on each cheek. You started breathing heavily and you caught a hint of his smell, tobacco vanille, and jasmine shampoo.

Harry being rough with you was always your favourite, your bambi manhandling you is one of your greatest fantasies and the fucker knows.

“Take off your skirt and when you do turn around and take over the steering wheel.” He spoke with a harsh tone continuing to smack your ass.

He was always risky and dangerous when it came to your sex life, but seeing him order you to do these things while he’s driving a car made you unexplainably wet again.

Wasting no time you slowly moved to his left side , unzipped your skirt taking it off as he watched you instead of the road , smoothing up a hand on your thigh and squeezing some flesh .

You then turned as gently as you could and took over the steering wheel while harry managed the gas pedal and brakes.

At this action the car swerved a bit but you immediately took control of it again, you were an excellent driver yourself too.

From behind you harry was admiring the curve of your hips, your round cheeks and long legs. He has no idea how he earned you over, he is fuming about what you did but he can’t deny being in awe over your intellect.

He’s already brewing ideas for you as he rubbed your now red cheeks. You two weren’t officially dating but you were also really possessive over each other. After you two first fucked , harry saw you grinding on a man in the club. He then approached the guy asking for some help with something you don’t remember, long story short you never saw the guy again and you got harry’s message.

You were his.

“Good girl my darling now stay like that for daddy.”

You whimpered feeling your wetness increase by the moment and taking over the driving in this position is annoying. Harry shifted his hips up just enough to unbutton his pants while making sure not to step too hard on the gas pedal.

He didn’t notice how painfully hard he was until he released himself out of his boxers, he groaned tilting his head backwards as he stroked his cock to the thought of you.

He tapped your shoulders ordering you to turn around again, this time he slowed down his speed to 80 km/hr

As you clutched on to him and immediately hid your face again in the crook of his neck. Pure lust was radiating from the both of you and harry’s mind was completely blank no thoughts but you.

Y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n….

You began kissing up his neck and sucking on the sides right were the faint love bites are. “Need to mark you up again baby boy.” He growled at your action feeling himself twitch beneath you.

You reached over to his cock slowly stroking him feeling the precum drip on your finger, you swiped your thumb over his tip near the piercing which earned you a hiss from him. The dick piercing made your baby so sensitive, you were the one who suggested he gets it.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard , you’re going to ride daddy while I drive us home, wether we get safely or not is in your hands.” He tapped your thighs twice for you to shift up.

You were already dripping wet so no foreplay was needed, you’ve taken his cock almost everyday and yet he’s still so fucking big and thick inside your walls.

Your hair was flying from the wind and you untied harry’s hair from the bun, he loves it when you pull his hair. Kinky motherfucker.

Not being able to spend another second without him inside you, you sank down on his shaft in one swift motion making you both moan loudly. His piercing immediately nudged your g-spot making you roll your eyes back.

Harry never felt this euphoric before, the rush of driving, the wind around you and your warm tight cunt was killing him. No matter how many times he fucked you he’ll never have enough, he was pussy whipped and not ashamed to admit it.

“That’s it fuck yourself on my cock you slut.” He struggled to keep his eyes open, his chest was heaving and you were a moaning mess as you rode him.

He used his hand to hold you close to him and rub over your soft skin, his fingers grazed a special spot.

On your hip you had and H engraved with a knife, harry’s knife. He did it while fucking you and after disinfecting it , you did the same to him carving your initial into his skin. And the fucker got horny from the pain and wanted another round.

Swiping his hand over the H, hearing you chant his name like a mantra and feeling your perky nipples rub on his chest while your wetness dripped down to his thighs.

Harry is sure he’s in heaven.

“See this pretty scar? It means you’re mine, only I get to hurt you and hear your screams, makes me so fucking hard bunny. Tell me how you love it when I hurt you . When I force you to do bad things with me or when I make your life a living hell.” He whispered with his dark deep voice pulling you by your hair to look in his lustful eyes.

His dirty words never failed to make you a whimpering mess, you loved when his fucked up side came out to play specially during sex. The pain from pulling your hair mixed with the warm pleasure as you ride him is so fucking good.

“Yes fucking hell I love it so much, choke me bambi please.” You spoke as quickly as you could so you can focus back on your pleasure.

His cock was hitting all the right spots per usual, as well as his piercing that’s massaging your g-spot. You fucking saw stars.

Harry moved his hand to your throat right where his baby loves it.” Like it when I choke you baby? Gets the job done yeah? Little slut for daddy begging him to choke you, you love the rings don’t you.”

“Fuck yes mark me with your rings.” You said rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

His initials and handprint on your ass, his large hand around your throat neat the hickeys, the carving on your hip and his cock inside you stuffing you full.

He’s fucking feral for this. You’re completely marked up.

The car swerved a bit yet not too dangerous , even though he’d love nothing but to pound into you , he’s punishing you because you love it when he takes control in this position and right now you’re doing all the work.

He gave his attention back to spanking you again, as you leaned forward and bit his shoulder, you both get off the pain from the sharp teeth markings.

“That’s it bunny, bite me near the hickeys yeh?”

You’ve been riding him for 10 minutes now, and the sound of skin slapping together mixed with wetness filled the car. You needed something to trigger both of your climaxes and you needed it quickly.

You snatched your gun from your seat pointing to his head while you smirked at him watching as he bit his bottom lip and moaned hard.

“Oh Bambi, do you like it when I mess with your thinking ? When I make you kill for me? And have you in the palm of my hand?.”

You taunted him as you held the gun to his head feeling him twitch at your words inside you. He then grinned at you grabbing his own gun pointing it to your head as well.

“Shut up you’re as fucked up as I am, you’re nothing without me and you’ll never be able to leave me.”

“That’s the fun though baby, can you live one day without me in your head bambi? I mean what will be your purpose in life.”

Leaning forward harry licked the barrel of the gun while holding eye contact with you, and what a fucking sight. He then threw his gun away and you followed him to it, catching his swollen lips into a heated kiss. Your thrusts became sloppy as you both neared your orgasms holding on to each other as harry scratched your back leaving another mark.

“Fucking cum for baby , cum around my cock.” Harry whispered to you feeling himself in need for a release quickly . He stopped the car suddenly making you jolt as you come undone repeating his name.

The sight of you as you climaxed was enough for him to reach his own orgasm, you fucked yourself on him despite being sensitive to help him, and pulled his hair roughly with your arm around his neck.

“That’s it bambi, fill me up and stuff me with your cum.”

“Fucking hell little bunny needs to be stuffed yeah? “

Harry came in you painting you with his cum rope after rope, you milked him completely as he already started to drip and overflow from your pussy to your thighs and the seat.

Your lower bodies were a complete mess, you were both covered in your juices and harry never came this hard before. You were so full of his cum you almost felt it in your tummy.

Your forehead was against his as you both breathed heavily trying to recollect yourself, harry was drawing soft patterns across your back while you pressed soft kisses to his nose.

It was when you felt him twitch again that you knew his whore side is here to play tonight. You grinned at him pulling back to see his post orgasm face with a hint of sweat across his forehead.

“You horny bitch, you just came and you already want more, little whiny baby.” You said grabbing his cheeks to cup them.

“What can I say? Your body does wonders to me besides I love stuffing your womb, need to be in you all the time.” He puckered his lips aiming for a kiss which you gave him without hesitation.

“Fine it’s not like this was our last round, but wait till we get home .”

What harry did tonight was undeniably hot but you still wanted to play it safe . After all you have other things you can play with at home.

“M’kay darling but first I need to do something, lay back for me will ya?”

Steadying yourself on his shoulders you began moving yourself off his shaft, till he grabbed your hips roughly and sat you down again.

“No stay inside me just lean back a bit on the steering wheel.”

The car was spacious and harry adjusted his seat backwards to give you more room. You did as he asked, your head was touching the steering wheel and you could see him doing something from your peripheral vision.

He was opening the box compartment and searching through it to find what he wants. He then closed it shut and opened the bag he got out.

It was cocaine , you never mistook the sound of the small zipbag. What was this bitch up to?

Harry raised the hem of your shirt exposing your skin to the chilly air, as he kissed his way from your tummy up to your tits.

“What are you doing harry.” You spoke through staggered breaths from the stimulation he’s providing to your nipples.

“Just having some fun baby.” He brought his attention back to your tits, licking and sucking making them more swollen than they already are.

Harry is obsessed with your boobs, he never missed the chance to love on them, or when you wake up to find him snoring with his mouth latched on on your nip.

“Best fucking tits ever, and these fucking perky nipples so goddamn gorgeous. What do you think about piercing them? I’ll do it for you and we can match .”

You can hear him laughing thinking he’s so smug while you are falling apart at his touch.

He pinches and bites your nipples as you hold on to him grabbing at his hair. “Stay still baby.” You hear him say before he straightens his posture and grabs the small zipbag again.

He pours a tiny amount of the drugs on your boobs, closes the small bag and smirks at your stunned face , as he leans forward to snort them off while looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell.

He finishes off with a sniff and licks the remaining powder into his mouth and engulfs you in a deep kiss as you taste the drugs on his tongue.

“You can have more at home but now take what I give you .” He muttered pressing a soft kiss to your reddened nipples.

“Yes daddy.” You swallowed the substance down your throat as you held in to harry feeling very subby from all that went down , specially that he’s still around you making you feel very warm.

You stayed in that position and harry drove as fast as he could, you had multiple warehouses that no one ever approached thanks to harry’s security system he installed but right now, he’d rather be at home with you . It’s a shared house you’ve lived together ever since you met . It’s hidden in the woods and has even a higher security system because even though harry knows you can defend yourself, he’s still very paranoid about leaving you alone. You of course don’t know that, you don’t know a lot of things.

After a torment that lasted for 15 minutes, you arrived at your house with harry parking in your safe garage containing your collection of cars he got for you.

He rubbed at your skin telling you to get up but you refused to budge and told him to carry you himself.

“Is my bunny feeling small? Fucked you dumb didn’t i? Tell me you’re dumb for daddy’s cock cmon baby.”

“I’m dumb for daddy’s cock.” You whined in pain clenching around feeling the heat between your legs become unbearable .

“Hmm always so needy .” He covered your lower body with your skirt, left everything else in the car, didn’t bother to lock it even since you’re all safe now.

He carried you up the stairs while you were still wrapped around him.You felt him guide you towards the bed, gently dropping you down on the silk sheets, pressing soft kisses from the crook of your neck to your inner thighs.

“Gonna let me have a taste baby? Been dying for some sugar.” He murmured against your skin.

“Go ahead bambi.”

Harry began to move out as gently as he could , sending a small apology when you wince. But the moment he looked down he knew he was fucking done for.

His cock was completely covered with white cum, the moment he moved out, it was as if your pussy started flooding , you were dripping down loads of your mixed releases all the way to the sheets and the fucking floor.

The amount of cum you were leaking was unbelievable, harry was shocked and you could see hearts in his eyes popping out at the glorious sight.

Your sweet cunt so swollen and puffy , all painted with his cum that was dripping down by the minute, it was as if you literally milked him up.

Your were clenching uncontrollably and the more you did , more of harry’s release came out.

“Will you look at that? Looks like my cum reached your womb and tummy. Sweetest cunt all fulled up to the brim. Tsk tsk what do you say?.” He spoke pushing back the cum into you despite you being sensitive while looking into your doe eyes.

“Thank you daddy for stuffing me full.” You answered whimpering at his touch.

“Need to devour your cunt, can’t waste my cum .” He lowered himself to his knees and grabbed your ankles, positioning your cunt right at his mouth.

He started lapping at your folds all from the way down up to your swollen clit. The feeling of his wet warm tongue along your sensitive folds was doing you wonders.

He was quite literally devouring the fuck out of your cunt. Head completely buried between your legs , nose nuzzling at your pelvis as you tugged on his hair in pleasure.

He was a man on a mission to get his dessert, he could do this for hours all day and everyday, your cunt was his heaven. The taste of your mixed releases as he sucked and swallowed was so good he started moaning against you.

All of it was enough to make him hard again, the smell of your sweet puffy lips all spread out for him , the cum dribbling down his chin and your pussy clenching against his mouth.

“You’re not allowed to cum do you hear me? You’re a fucking bratty slut, this is pleasure for daddy now.” He looked up at you chin glistening as he held a serious expression, warning you with his now dark eyes.

“Yes daddy.”

“What was that I couldn’t hear you.” He slapped your delicate clit repeatedly with his hand.

“God yes daddy.” You cried out a whimper of pain at the overstimulation.

“Now sit there and look pretty , all that you’re good for.” He dived right back in, licking and nibbling going up and down then side to side even sucking and biting at your clit.

Tears were streaming down your face and everytime you came close to cumming he would pull back for a minute or two then go right back in.

You kept tugging at his hair begging him to let you have a release but no. He even ate you more aggressively the more you complained.

Finally he stopped after you started sobbing and cupped your cheeks in his hand looking at your puffy red face from crying and fucking smiled .

“Open your damn mouth whore.” You complied to him without any hesitation watching him spit inside a mix of cum and saliva ordering you to swallow, before smearing the remaining ones on your nipples and sucking them off.

“B-bambi please.” You held on to his shoulders pulling him close to you feeling the ache between your thighs rise.

“Hmm what is it slut? Feeling so small again huh, so fucking greedy . Is that what you are? My greedy little whore.”

“Please yes all yours, make me cum.” He grabbed your cheeks roughly with his hands making your lips pucker , leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars, use your body as my fucktoy to dump my cum and maybe i’ll let you have a release.” He slapped the back of your thigh and pulled you back roughly on your stomach , telling you to go on all fours.

He lured you back to face him using your hair while whispering in your ear.

“Don’t you fucking hold back, I want you to scream my name so loud. Let me see how you like it when I use your body for my pleasure , fucking slut.” He muttered before spitting at your face.

He left you like that , all spread out on your hands and knees as he went to your closet pulling something out from your special box.

He shuffled through the box quickly, closing it shut as soon as he finds what he wants turning to you with a grin on his face while he has a fucking rope in his hand.

“You see, greedy sluts like you need to be held back and i’ll make sure of it.” He grabbed your wrists aggressively to your back as he worked his way around with the rope. The tie was very firm and tight and it was going to leave bruises for sure.

He leaned in again to examine your face expression.

“What’s your safeword.”

“ Oranges.”

“That’s good make sure to use it yeah?.”

As soon as you nod he was out of your sight again, standing behind you and lining his cock to your glistening entrance. He took a moment or two to appreciate your body. Your pussy was shining with arousal obviously sore and in need of care, his initials were still visible on your ass cheeks along with his handprint, he can faintly see the engraving on your skin and your wrists beautifully tied behind your back.

Not being able to take it anymore he entered you with one quick jolt making you cry out at the feeling, only to pull out again then slide to tease you.

He held your hair with a firm grip making you feel the pain stemming from your roots, and started thrusting in hard making your ass jiggle against his thighs. Harry looked down and saw his cock completely engulfed in your warm pussy while you fucked yourself back on him wiggling your ass.

“Unbelievable slut. Even when i’m using you for my pleasure you still get turned on.” He grabbed you by your wrists pushing your back towards his chest and wrapped an arm around your torso and the other rigidly around your throat.

When he noticed the outline of his cock poking through your tummy making a bulge, he lost his mind and began going at a vigorous pace as if he’s splitting your pussy in two.

“Looks like you can feel me in your tummy, is that what you want? To fuck you so hard I rearrange your insides. So deep all the way here?.” He whispered in a low deep voice.

“Fuckk please use me.” You were unbelievably aroused and his words keep torturing you even more.

“Oh I fucking will.” His thrusts were so hard the room got filled with the sound of skin slapping, and your loud moaning as you cried out a mix of cursing and “daddy”.

“You still can’t cum , not till I tell you to.” And to make you suffer even more he removed his hand from around your torso down to your clit. He started pinching and massaging your sensitive bud as you tried hard to stay focused from the overstimulation. But it was too much. You closed your thighs around his hand which made you earn a sharp smack on your ass followed by another one on your bulging clit.

“Oh poor baby is it too much? Can’t take it.” He nibbled at your earlobe continuing to fuck you slipping out because of your wetness.

“No daddy i’ll take it please I need you.” You whined back at him.

“You’re my little cockhungry slut, fucking worshipping this cock.” He turned the attention back to your throat, pushing tightly on the sides making you all fuzzy and along with him repeatedly fucking into you, bodies against each other and his hands all over you as he sucked around your neck and earlobe. You were pretty sure you would die if you didn’t cum.

His veins were prominent and you could sense each one of them as his dick piercing was even more pleasing in this position.

And right on cue harry started feeling his lower stomach tightening , your velvety walls were already too much to handle so he knew his orgasm was near.

“We fucking belong together do you hear me? If you ever think about running away i’ll kill you. You’re mine Mine . *thrust* . Mine . *thrust* . Mine”

You too Bambi.

After two thrusts and giving you the permission to cum , you let your body take over allowing yourself to get caught up in a bubble of pleasure.

You felt your legs shake and if not for harry’s grip you would’ve fell down on the bed. His groaning is music to your ears as his hot breath lands right near your earlobe giving you goosebumps.

As usual you both came together, harry’s face screwed in pleasure and pain completely melting at your warm leaky cunt as he filled you up again for the second time this night. It was as if your cunt was still already stuffed with his release that it couldn’t take anymore so he was cumming inside you as you leaked them down at the spot.

“That’s it cream all over my cock, fucking soak it.” He spread your ass cheeks apart to watch the glorious sight as you dripped it over his now white shaft, all over to your butthole along with his thighs and sheets.

Finally stilling his hips inside you he held your body against his chest as he gave your shoulder blades small pecks , while working his way to untie your wrists.

You were still dazed and all floaty trying to get out of your subspace. He brought your body down on the sheets massaging your wrists and kissing them making sure to also love on all your body.

He always did this it was his first part of aftercare, loving on your body and smothering you with kisses and at the end of session( always up 10 minutes) you would already be out of subspace.

He kept doing it murmuring sweet praises as you smiled at him knowing that you’re already back to normal but you’re enjoying his touch.

“Baby you know i’d give you my soul if you asked for it?.” Your heart fluttered at his remark and you could burst right there and then.

“I do bambi, I do.”

Looking out from your peripheral vision , you noticed the box still sitting there untouched and just from staring at it you got a devilish idea.

You smirked to yourself and tugged at his hair making him jolt his head up.” Can I play with you.?”

He was done for the moment you asked.

“Are you sure you seem tired.” He gazed at you trying to search your face for a hint of tiredness or anything that means you can’t handle more. But no.

His little vixen is all recharged.

“You just look so pretty and I want to have fun with you.” You moved his curls behind his ear caressing your cheeks.

“Fuck yes baby.” He dropped his head at your tummy mentally groaning at the idea of switching on him, he always loved it and completely drooled at your dominance.

“I’m gonna go get something from the box while you sit there and look pretty understood?.” You stood up leaving him bewildered on the bed, as he swallowed down his throat making his adam’s apple bob.

“Y-yes o-okay.”

“Yes what?” You raised an eyebrow at him , tilting his chin with your fingers.

“Yes mommy.”

~

You returned to the bed seeing him pout, his cock already half hard, a slight coat of sweat on his skin, all naked and laid out his tattoos fully displayed.

You had a cock ring in hand along with a collar specially for him, it was pretty and blue with diamonds and mommy’s boy was engraved on it.

Harry felt his cock twitch at what’s coming for him, you moved forward to the bed , smiling at your boy and laying out the items next to him.

“Now I know you will be my good boy but you’re also a whiny baby so I don’t trust you.”

“No I will behave I swear please.”

“Yeah I don’t think so, arms above your head now.”

He quickly did as you ordered him, scurrying to do whatever it takes to please you. You grabbed the ropes again tying his hands the same way he did to you earlier. They were fixed near the headboard so you’re sure he won’t get away.

You began putting the cock ring on him, as he squirmed trying to get more touch from you, to which you responded by slapping his thick thigh receiving an a quick apology from him.

He always looked so pretty with a cock ring, specially when you overstimulated him so bad, he starts begging for a release.

After fixing the cock ring, you opted for the collar placing it around his neck that is full of love bites. And since your face was close to him he tried to grab a kiss from you but you didn’t allow it.

You snatched the remote from next to you already eager to mess with him. “Now do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes i’m a good boy mommy, your good boy .” He pants trying to make you pity him.

“I don’t think so pup, you teased mommy so bad and it’s only fair I do the same am I right?.”

He didn’t respond verbally to you only whined at your words appearing to be displeased. You immediately set up the vibrating cock ring at a medium pace making him jolt.

“I asked you a question.” You arched your eyebrows at him.

“Yes mommy I was bad.”

“Hmm good now you know your place.”

You began switching paces from high to low then medium and just when he’s about to cum you would turn it off. His whines and pleas filled the room as he squirmed and shut his legs together at the pain.

He tried to get his hands untied but couldn’t because of the tight knot you fixed.

“Mommy please I beg you I can’t.” He kept begging along with more whines.

“Say you’re a dirty whore for mommy cmon.”

“I’m your dirty whore please mommy I can’t anymore.” He batted his eyelashes at you sniffling through his nose. His cock was so red and his tip was going to burst , he was so sensitive and in pain.

“Please i’ll do anything , i’ll go on my knees for you . I’ll be your best boy I promise.”

You wanted to edge him even more but seeing his state , you decided to go a bit easy on him. Turning the cock ring again at the highest pace you gave him the permission to cum, which he did quite immediately.

His orgasm took ahold of him, making him cry out in pain as his cock twitched and leaked all over his thighs and the cock ring.

The way his face was all red and puffy made you feel bad thinking that you went hard at him, that was until he opened his eyes , and looked at you with puppy eyes while sniffling.

“Can you fill me up? P-please mommy.”

It’s going to be a fun night.

starboy masterlist

🌟 co written with me and @kwritingbooks 🌟

Aurora is a twenty-one year old who lives in Yellowstone, Canada. Home of the aurora lights, Yellowstone is the perfect place to study astronomy. Born and raised in Alaska by self-proclaimed hippies, her family has always inspired her to continue her interest in the stars. Little does she know that her years of studying wouldn’t prepare her for this other-worldly phenomenon she would soon discover. A phenomenon that has bright green eyes, an odd personality, and works with her at the university’s planetarium.

~ongoing story; updated frequently

~chapter one

~chapter two

~chapter three

~chapter four

~chapter five

~chapter six

~chapter seven

~chapter eight

~chapter nine

~chapter ten

~chapter eleven

~chapter twelve

~chapter thirteen

~chapter fourteen

~chapter fifteen

~chapter sixteen

~chapter seventeen