Uniforms + Heeseung

Uniforms + Heeseung <33

janstin bieber comin thru y'all

//fem!reader, idol!au, semi public sex, blowjob, handjob, dirty talk//

heeseung couldn't take his eyes off of you. there were cameras all around him, some even focused on him. but he didn't care. he was too transfixed on the skin of your thighs that peaked out from under your dangerously short skirt as you danced to your group's latest single. both of you were on a reality show, the only members of your respective groups, invited to promote your recent comebacks.

normally, producers avoided placing you two together. they didn't want to take the risk after all the rumors that had gone around the internet a while ago. initially, you both had been a bit on edge, not sure if you would be able to mask your familiarity with each other after reuniting from having spent weeks apart.

but heeseung's mind was currently preoccupied with things much different from giving you a big hug and telling you how much he missed you. you just looked so fucking good in that tight little uniform. his hands were balled into fists, every last ounce of willpower going into avoiding popping a boner right then and there.

thankfully, your dance concluded gracefully. the director yelled cut and your stylists rushed out to fix your hair and wipe the sweat off your face.

once you were ready to go, all of you gathered in the middle of the set and wrapped up the filming. the director yelled cut one last time and thanked you all for coming out today. after bowing to the guests and cast, you hurried to your dressing room, wanting to get out of the uniform and back into your regular clothes. little did you know that someone was following close behind you.

just as you were about to lock the door, someone knocked on it, startling you. "y/n. it's me," heeseung's voice urgently revealed from the other side. letting out a breath of relief, you were quick to pull him inside, locking the door behind you both. the dressing room was literally just a square space, barely big enough for two people to stand in. it was more of a changing room if anything.

you grinned at your secret boyfriend, throwing your arms around him excitedly. "i missed you so much hee, you have no idea." as excited as heeseung was to see you too, there was something more specific he had come here for. his hands on your ass were telling enough. but you were too happy to notice.

"you did great today! i was trying so hard to act normal," you laughed, getting ready to unbutton your shirt. before you could pop the first button, heeseung's hand stopped you. confused, you furrowed your brows and looked at him. "what's the matter?"

heeseung said nothing. instead, he backed you up against the wall, drawing your hand away from your chest and dropping it by your side. "keep it on a little longer. i really like the way it looks on you," he spoke in a low voice, licking his lips suggestively after. you grinned in disbelief. "are you turned on right now?"

he took your hand and placed it on his crotch, letting you feel if he was yourself. you let out a shaky breath. the tent in his pants was firm against your palm. "heeseung...we can't do this here. there's too many people around. there are literally people in the next room, and there's no way they won't hear something. plus if i take too long getting changed they're gonna get suspicious. also, won't people notice you're missing?"

heeseung silenced your rambles by sealing your lips in a long, wet kiss. you placed a hand on his chest and he began grinding his hard on against your palm, fingers groping your tits from over your blouse.

your body started working faster than your mind, nifty fingers pulling down the zip on his trousers. if you were really going to do this then you might as well get on with it.

slipping his hard cock out of his boxers, you began stroking him, swallowing his breathy moans in your mouth. he was so riled up he couldn't even kiss you back. you took that as a sign to drop down to your knees and stuff his cock in your mouth. you started bobbing your head over his length, staring up at him from behind your lashes.

he was bent over, face screwed in pleasure as his fingers clawed at the wall. the muscles in his arm were taut, teeth grinding as he resisted making a sound. this wasn't how he had imagined this rendezvous going, but he had no complaints.

even though only a few minutes had passed, you knew your staff was going to start looking for you soon. you needed to speed this up. pulling your mouth off of him, you decided to feed his fantasies. "i bet you're thinking of fucking me in this skimpy uniform, right?" you spat on his cock and began pumping him from tip to base furiously.

heeseung bit his lip, stifling the compromising groan that was about to escape him. "do you wanna bend me over and pretend like you're fucking me after class for being such a bad girl?"

his cock twitched in your hand. "you know, i can sneak this uniform home and we can have some fun in it."

"fuck," he seethed, cock throbbing in your grasp. "mmh, i'm getting so wet just thinking about it," you moaned, "i'm so horny, i might just touch myself in the car on the way home. maybe i'll send you a little recording. i'll have this skirt on, and you'll be able to see how wet my panties are because of you."

that seemed to do it for heeseung. he grabbed the back of your head and pushed your mouth down on his cock, rutting his hips into your jaw as warm ropes of his cum shot down your throat.

once he was done, he pulled out of you and fixed himself up again. you stood up and resumed changing into your regular clothes in front of him, giving him a peek at the patch of wetness on your panties.

before you slipped out the door, you turned to him with a playful grin. "just so you know, i meant every word i said."

Okay, okay. Hear me out Kayla. DBF Harry gets jealous that someone is flirting with her at like a party or something. She indulges just to mess with him and he takes her home and fucks her good and hard. Maybe even some possessive breeding and some squirting. LOVE YOU!

Little Freak*

summary: YN doubts Harry’s love for her

warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, swearing, unprotected sex, spanking, breeding, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, voyeurism, fingering, teasing, praise, dacryphilia, jealousy, aftercare

wc: 5k+

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YN’s eye twitches for what seems like the twentieth time in five minutes as she watches the scene in front of her. Sitting on her parents’ family room couch, she has a perfect view of Harry and an old friend of his, Vanessa.

The two are entirely too close for her liking, Vanessa obviously flirting with Harry as she rests her hand on his bicep and lets out a loud laugh at something he’d said. YN lets out an annoyed scoff, taking another sip of her beverage as she keeps a close eye on the woman who’s throwing herself all over him.

She’s able to keep calm for about ten minutes longer, but she’s fed up when she sees Harry reach up and pluck a piece of lint out of Vanessa’s hair, and then she’s reaching her limit. YN hurriedly stands from the couch, placing her drink down before making her way to the two with a sarcastic smile on her face.

The two of them don’t even notice her approaching them, but the second Harry sees her, he’s straightening up and taking a step back from the woman with a nervous chuckle. He already knows where this is going, cursing himself for letting this happen in the first place.

“Hey, YN! How are you?” Harry asks, avoiding all eye contact with Vanessa as he speaks to his girlfriend.

“I’m pretty good, Harry. How have you been?” she asked, looking directly into his eyes as Vanessa stands beside them awkwardly. Harry responds with a tight lipped smile and an ‘I’ve been great’ before the three fall into complete awkward silence, Harry and YN’s eyes locked.

After a while, she says nothing verbally, but she speaks to her boyfriend with her eyes, her glare saying that she’s very displeased with his actions and that she’s definitely going to be a brat tonight. Stepping away from the two, YN gives Vanessa a small nod before turning away and making her way back to the couch in frustration.

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The remainder of the evening passes fairly slow for Harry, each passing moment making him more and more nervous to see what YN’s mind is coming up with. He knows he’s in for a tough night when he sees her stand from the soft couch and go grab another cupful of her alcoholic beverage just to walk toward Harry and Vanessa, ‘tripping’ and spilling it on him.

She gasps out a fake worried apology, offering to clean him up, but he brushes it off, trying to keep his composure. She was truly hoping while she was ‘cleaning him up’ in the bathroom furthest from the guests, her pound her into the sink, fucking her until she struggled to breathe.

Her blood boils when Vanessa takes over, taking him by the hand and leading him to the exact same bathroom that YN hoped to occupy with her boyfriend. An angry scowl makes its way onto her face and she moves away, heading back to the couch in defeat. She plops down sadly, pulling her phone out to scroll through and keep herself distracted from whatever is happening in the bathroom between Vanessa and Harry.

No more than two minutes later, YN sees a shadow darken her vision before she feels a presence sit down next to her on the couch. Looking up at the person, a surprised chuckle is leaving her lips as she sees one of her old family friends, Chase, accompanying her.

Chase greets her and embraces her with a hug that lasts just a moment too long, and it makes her uncomfortable for only a split second. If it were any other circumstance, she’d be moving away with some excuse to leave him sitting there, but she really wanted to get back at Harry for flirting with someone right in front of her.

She slides closer to him on the couch before she’s leaning back and relaxing into it, engaging in conversation with the douchebag beside her. A bit of disappointment bubbles in her chest as she talks to him, remembering why they’d grown apart in the first place.

Every few minutes his eyes trail down to her breasts that are very well covered, or to her bare legs that sat crossed in front of her. She’s actually disgusted with herself for going through with this just because of some harmless flirting, but it’s too late to back out now. She’s letting out fake laughs at each passing comment he makes to her, and she tunes him out the second she glances around the room sees Harry looking at her with anger evident on his face. She doesn’t know when he came from the bathroom, but she can definitely tell he’s pissed at her.

His foot is tapping against the hardwood floor erratically as he tries to keep his composure, watching the pair flirt right in front of him. He’s able to stay calm for a while, but when he sees Chase place his hand on YN’s bare thigh and lean in to whisper something in her ear, he’s turning red. The very last straw is when he sees her bashfully giggle and playfully push him away, the sight making Harry angry beyond words.

YN’s heart is pounding in her chest as she watches her boyfriend leave without so much as a goodbye to any of his friends. She quickly makes up a reason to excuse herself and makes her way outside a few paces behind him, trying not to be suspicious.

When she makes it outside, she sees Harry stop at his car and open the passenger side for her. “Get in,” is all he says, and she does so immediately, the tone of his voice scaring her just a bit. Silently, he puts the car in drive and slowly pulls away from her parents’ house, taking the route to his house slowly.

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Pulling into his driveway, he throws the car in park and kills the engine, just staring ahead as he thinks of what he’s going to do to her tonight. The couple sits in silence for about five minutes, YN fiddling with her fingers anxiously.

Inhaling sharply, Harry takes off his seat belt and opens the car door to climb out. She thinks he’s going to just go in the house, but he stops just as he gets out. “Go up to my bedroom and strip naked. You better be on your knees by the time I get up there,” he says, closing the door a bit too hard and startling YN slightly.

She’s in shock for only a few seconds, throwing the door open and hurriedly making her way up to his bedroom and doing as he says. Not knowing where he wants her, she just kneels at the foot of the bed and faces the entry to the bedroom, awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival.

Her knees start to ache after a while, and she’s almost starting to think that he’s just going to leave her there all night, and then she hears it. The unmistakable sound of his feet hitting the floor as he gets closer to his bedroom. Her heart is thumping in her chest erratically as the steps get louder and louder, and the second she sees him pause in the doorway in all his glory, her breath catches in her throat.

The light green hue of his pretty eyes is long gone, replaced with a darker, deeper green as anger and arousal pumps through his veins. He looks her up and down and hums in satisfaction; she’s done exactly what he told her.

Her lover takes slow, taunting steps toward her, his eyes locked with hers as he towers over her cowering frame. He takes a seat at the foot of the bed, nodding for her to turn to face him entirely. No words are spoken as he reaches up slowly with his right hand, placing it on the side of her face gently. She nuzzles into his touch with a whimper before he’s moving his thumb down to her lip, swollen from her nervous nibbling.

He rubs his thumb over the soft skin lightly before letting her go abruptly. “Over my knee,” he demands nonchalantly, amused by the sight of her scrambling to obey. “Such a good girl,” he praises, smirking and shaking his head slightly as he hears a small moan come from her.

“Do you know why you’re getting punished tonight?” he questions, rubbing his hands up and down her bare ass gently. She nods against him meekly, her hands falling limply toward the floor. “Why?”

“Because I was bad,” she murmurs quietly, ashamed at her own actions. A small hum leaves his closed lips, not satisfied with her answer. “That’s not good enough. How were you bad?” he asks impatiently, his hands getting a bit rougher on her soft skin.

“Because I got jealous,” she whispers, her eyes welling with tears. An affronted grunt comes from him, his head shaking side to side disapprovingly. He moves to help her sit up on the bed beside him, shocking her.

“No, Love. That’s not why I’m mad at you,” he whispers, thumbing at her warm tears. Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes in his words before they’re fluttering open in confusion, her head tilting lightly. “Don’t ever think I’m mad at you for having emotions, I understand. I know I was too close to her,” he continues, disappointed in himself.

“Then why?” she questions quietly, looking into his softened eyes. Leaning up, he presses a quick kiss to her soft lips before he’s pulling back and rubbing over her face once more.

“Was mad at you because y’didn’t talk to me when y’got angry. Instead, you decided to throw yourself at the bloke who was only trying to get in y’panties,” he tuts, angered at the thought alone. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you,” he mutters softly, upset he made her think that. He’s immediately pressing gently kisses all over her face to somewhat make her feel better, although he knows it’s nowhere near enough.

YN doesn’t miss the use of ‘was’, relief flooding her at the term. She nods understandingly, a choked sob leaving her lips. He instantly takes her into his arms and rubs his warm hand up and down her bare back, comforting her. As soon as she’s calm he’s pulling away and using the bottom of his shirt to wipe her face before pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere beside them.

“Do y’want to call it a night? Take a warm bath and try again tomorrow?” he questions, not wanting her to feel like he expected sex from her right now. She shakes her head firmly almost instantly, taking him by surprise. He’s not entirely sure he believes her, needing more confirmation. “Are y’sure? Be honest, we can always get some snacks and watch a movie or something,” he reminds her, and she’s shaking her head once more.

“No, want you to play with me tonight,” she responds, reaching down to palm at his cock, which instantly starts to harden once more under her touch. A soft moan leaves his lips at the feeling, and he sees her lean closer to him before pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Surprised, he deepens it and reaches his hand around to her backside, landing a small but sharp hit on the flesh.

The slight sting makes her mouth drop open in a moan, giving Harry the opportunity to slip his tongue into her open mouth as he rubs the sore area gingerly. The two indulge in the make out session for a bit more, Harry wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer. He ends up pulling her until she rests over his bulge, and she immediately gets the bright idea to grind her bare cunt onto his pants, the two of them hissing at the contact.

A small whimper leaves her lips as she gets accustomed to the unfamiliar feeling of the rough denim on her soft folds, experimenting with another desperate grind of her hips. At the same time, Harry bucks up at the touch, and it grazes her clit so deliciously that it has a wail falling from her parted lips as she chases her orgasm.

She continues grinding against the denim erratically, trying to find the perfect rhythm to get to her high. Just as she feels the burning deep in her belly, she feels Harrys grip tighten on her hips before he holds her in place, making her huff in frustration.

“What are you doing?” she demands, her voice thick with irritation as her orgasm fades away. “I was so close, what did you do that for?”

“You don’t get to question me, not after tonight,” he replies firmly, making all of her brattiness melt away. She nods gently at his words, awaiting further instruction.

“Get on the bed, I need to see you,” he demands, and she’s scrambling to obey, sitting in the centre. She watches intently as he climbs from the bed and goes to her bedside table, opening the drawer that houses her toys. Her eyes widen substantially as she realizes what’s going to happen, squeezing her thighs together as her pussy throbs in anticipation.

Pulling out her vibrator, Harry makes his way back over to the bed and climbs onto the edge, passing it to her. She takes it hesitantly and looks at him confusedly. She thought he was going to use it on her.

With a condescending chuckle, he shakes his head. “Don’t act all dumb now. I know you use this when I’m not around. Show me how you play with yourself when I’m not available,” he explains, smirking when a surprised moan falls from her lips.

She rests back against the headboard of the bed, spreading her legs and giving her a wonderful view of her messy cunt. His cock is instantly twitching inside of his jeans, sticky precum leaking from the head as he tries to keep some restraint.

Turning the vibrator on medium, she presses it against her sensitive clit firmly, her body jerking at the stimulation. Desperate for an orgasm, she turns it up to the highest setting, something she only does when she needs to be quick, and starts rubbing in clockwise circles over the head of her clit.

“Fuck,” she wails, throwing her head back and reaching her free hand up to play with her nipples. She hears a grunt come from Harry, and picks her head back up to see his jeans around his thighs and his fist around his cock as he pumps it desperately.

The sexy sight in front of her has her eyes closing in pleasure, her orgasm already near. “No,” she hears, making her eyes snap open. “Keep your eyes on me. Look into my eyes while you play with yourself like a slut,” he demands, and it only makes it harder for her to do so. Her eyelids get heavier and heavier as the seconds pass, but she tries her hardest to keep them open for him.

Her breath gets caught in her throat as her orgasm is just moments away, keeping her eyes locked on his. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” she cries, her mouth dropping open and her back arching violently as her orgasm tears through her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she rolls her hips against the vibrator. When she can’t take anymore, she drops the vibrator without even turning it off, pressing her thighs together as her sensitive vagina literally pulses.

She’s struggling to catch her breath, and Harry hurriedly strips naked before grabbing her vibrator and turning it off, tossing it to the side before climbing behind her on the bed. He’s rubbing up and down her body gently, soothing her from her intense orgasm. Soft whimpers fall from her lips as she comes down, and when she’s calm, her eyes are opening, looking at him with a loopy grin.

“Y’alright?” he asks, chuckling when she nods lazily. “That was good, hm?”

She nods, and slides up so her back is flush against his chest. “So fucking good,” she pants, her vision still spotty.

“I bet. Can you go again?” he inquires concernedly, and she chuckles before confirming that she’s okay. “My needy little baby,” he teases, reaching down to spread her thighs gently. “Gonna let me play with you?”

“Fuck, please play with me,” she begs, her hips bucking against his hand as he starts to tease her, gently trailing his fingers over her inner thigh, soft ghost-like touches.

“What do you need from Daddy?” he grits out, his hand running up and down her thigh teasingly. Frustrated, she moves his hand to her pussy and bucks into it, showing him exactly where she is wants him.

“Use your words or I won’t let you cum, is that understood?” he spits, wrapping his free hand around her throat to let her know he’s serious.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” she whispers, and he hums in acknowledgment, awaiting the rest of her statement. “Can you rub my pussy, please?” she asks timidly, and that gets a smile from him.

“Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he questions, reaching down to play with her folds a bit before placing two fingers on her clit and rubbing gently.

“No, fuck, no sir,” she stutters, bucking her hips into his touch. He moves his hand away quickly before landing a sharp slap to her sensitive pussy, a cry of shock leaving her lips.

“Stay still. I didn’t tell you to move,” he reminds her, and she’s apologizing instantly. Satisfied, he moves his hand back down to her centre and wastes no time in sinking two fingers in. He buries them to the hilt immediately, making YN hiss at the cool metal of his rings against the heat of her lips.

“So fucking wet,” he rasps, his leaking cock twitching against her back as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of her tight pussy. “Cunt gets so wet f’daddy, I swear,” he moans, her cries of pleasure only spurring him on. Her hands are fisting the sheets on either side of him, and she’s trying her hardest to follow his instruction and stay still.

She can feel her second orgasm of the night burning deep in her belly, her eyes rolling back as he pushes her closer and closer with each pump of his fingers. A frustrated cry leaves her lips as he removes his fingers just as she’s about to fall over the edge of bliss.

“I know, lovie. You were so close, ‘m sorry,” he coos sympathetically as tears of frustration stream down her face. “You’re just so wet you’re making m’rings slide right off,” he explains, pulling them from his fingers.

The second they’re off, he’s sinking his fingers into her once more, a cry of relief leaving her lips as he does. “Gonna give you what you need, honey. Y’can cum whenever you need to, okay?” he asks over her sobs of pleasure.

She’s nodding furiously and her hips are bucking involuntarily against his hand, but he doesn’t care, letting her take what she needs from him. Not even a minute later, he’s shocked to feel her entire body freeze and her vagina lock down on him so tight he can barely move his hand.

Not wanting her orgasm to fade, he reaches down with his free hand and rubs all four fingers over her clit quickly, sending her over the edge with a loud sob of his name. A deep groan bubbles in his chest as he feels warm liquid seep through his fingers, streams of her orgasm squirting against his hand.

Harry is in pure shock as his mind finally catches up to what just happened. He’s never made YN squirt so much and it has his heart thumping in his chest. Sure, he’d made her squirt a few times, but it was nowhere near as much as now, the entire duvet soaked beneath them.

When he finally feels her taut hole relax, he’s easing his fingers out slowly and wrapping his arms around her twitching body, knowing her orgasm took a lot from her, but they’re nowhere near done.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he coos, pressing a kiss to her hair and rubbing up and down her sore belly, wound tight from her intense orgasm. He lets her rest for a few minutes before he’s lifting her up and lining his cock up with her still quivering entrance, manhandling her right onto his cock.

A cry of shock leaves her lips as he breaches her, her eyes instantly rolling back into her head. She can feel the engorged head of him nudging at her g-spot, and it has her trying to move away in overstimulation just to feel him grip her hips tighter. Harry literally holds her down on his cock, not letting her move an inch as she starts to finally relax around him.

“Good girl,” he praises her, rubbing up and down her hips. He takes a moment to adjust himself, flattening his feet on the bed and leaning back to pound into her from below, working her on his hard cock.

Her hands are flailing as she struggles to find something to ground herself, and when her hands land on his bent knees she lets out a cry of relief as he wrecks her from below.

Harry’s teeth are grinding against one another as he uses his strength to keep fucking into her, swears leaving his swollen lips. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he grits out, some sweat dripping into his eye and burning it slightly. “So fucking tight and you still manage to take my cock like a champ; Every. Fucking. Time,” he pants, punctuating the last three words with brutal thrusts.

No coherent words are leaving her lips, just loud sobs of his title over and over. Her eyes are squeezed shut as each thrust overstimulates her, the slight sting making her mind foggy.

“Look at you, baby. All dumb on my cock,” he teases, nipping gently at her earlobe as her mouth hangs open. The feeling of his cock in her walls erased all thoughts from her brain, and he knows it, the cocky motherfucker. “My dumb little baby,” he coos, reaching down to press two fingers to her throbbing clit and rubbing right on the head gently.

The action has her locking down on him once more, another orgasm wracking through her body. It’s all happening so quickly that Harry has to bite down on his knuckle to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

He doesn’t even give her much time to come down from her orgasm before he’s climbing up onto his knees and pushing her upper body until her face is buried in the damp duvet. As soon as he’s sure she’s comfortable, he’s pulling out so that his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming all the way back into her. He instantly sets a brutal pace, each thrust pushing her further up the bed, but he’s gripping her hips and pulling them back to meet his thrusts.

She’s screaming into the bedding, unable to even form thoughts as he doesn’t let up on his pace, his grip so tight she’s sure she’ll have bruises when she wakes up tomorrow. His pace is quick and brutal, the head of his cock grazing her cervix lightly.

Pulling out to slam back into her, a frustrated groan leaves his lips when his sopping cock just slides against her pussy, missing the hole entirely.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet I can’t even stay in you,” he grunts, slamming into her once more. Her screams only get louder as he keeps pushing her toward another orgasm, and it’s going to be big. Her nails are practically tearing the duvet, her body limp as he wrecks her. Tears of pleasure are leaking onto the bedding, and drool is falling from her mouth as she’s unable to keep it closed.

Sensing she’s close again, he encourages her. “Cmon, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock. I know you’re close, m’love. Just cream on my cock, make a mess on me,” he coos, his hand on the small of her back. Her body flies forward with one last thrust, a loud sob coming from her raw throat as she cums around him once more, her body shaking violently.

He helps her flip onto her back as her body still convulses, tears leaking from her eyes. Taking his thumb, he wipes underneath gently as she comes down slowly, her glossy eyes starting to focus again. Blinking, her eyes are no longer cloudy as she looks at him, entirely fucked out.

“Okay, baby. Almost done. Can you take me again?” he whispers, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead as she nods. He presses a chaste kiss to her swollen lips before helping her lie down on her back and climbing between her legs.

He’s kneeling on the bed, stroking his sensitive cock a few times before sliding closer to her. A small smile forms on his face as he takes in her messy hair, bruised lips, and glossy eyes.

Lining the leaking head of his cock to her quivering entrance, he looks up at her for permission, and she nods. He runs the head through her sopping folds a few times to lubricate himself again, the both of them hissing at the slight pleasure before he’s grabbing her leg and placing it on his waist, sliding into her slowly.

Both of their mouths drop open in pleasure as he sheathes himself inside of her warmth, her walls immediately clenching down on him as she tries to keep him there. “Shit, honey. Squeezing me so tight,” he hisses, grabbing the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm that’s already started blooming deep in his belly.

For about two minutes he’s just stationary inside of her, letting the two of them adjust to the new position. She’s peppering kisses all over his sweaty chest as she waits for him, wrapping her legs around his waist to get him as deep as possible.

“Ready f’me?” he whispers, moving his right hand down to thumb at her sensitive clit. She’s immediately nodding with a whiny moan, digging her heels into his lower back.

“Please, H. Need it so bad,” she begs, her words coming out choked as desperation overtakes her. She needs to feel him cum deep inside of her, to flood her womb and give her his baby.

No more words are said as he pulls out just to drop his hips back to hers slowly, her bottom lip taking refuge between her teeth as she feels a bulging vein on the underside of his head graze her g-spot in the most delicious way. The stimulation has her back arching and her head lolling to the side, the single push of his hips stirring another orgasm.

“Okay, baby,” he rasps, trying his hardest to keep up the exact pace to get her to her orgasm. “I know you’re so close again. One more and I’ll fill you up, gonna give you my baby,” he whispers, reaching down to thumb at her clit gently. No sounds come from her mouth as she cums around him, her hole locking down on him as she tries to keep him there.

“G’na cum, baby,” he rasps, grinding his hips against hers as he chases his orgasm, her velvety walls milking his cock as her hole still twitches from her orgasm just moments before. “Need to cum in you, can I do that please?” he murmurs, burying his face into her neck and pressing gentle kisses there as his stomach tightens and his balls draw up.

She wraps her arms around him to pull him closer and nods feverishly, giving him permission. With three more deep thrusts, he’s letting out a deep groan and stilling his hips. His toes are curled and his eyes are squeezed shut as his orgasm tears through his body. Spurt after spurt of his warm cum fills her and she shivers at the warmth it gives her, making her relax into the bed as he pants into her neck.

The two lie there, with him atop her as the two try to calm down a bit, and the second he’s recovered, he’s slowly pulling his softening cock from her messy hole, apologizing when she whines quietly in pain. He rests back onto his knees, looking at his worn out girlfriend as her chest heaves with laboured breaths.

“Okay, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up. That was a lot, hm?” Harry whispers, rubbing his warm hands up and down her arms as she nods weakly, still recovering from her orgasm. “You need a minute?” he asks, and she nods once more.

He decides to give her some time to recover, running to the bathroom to run them a nice warm bath with bubbles and all of the soothing ingredients to ensure that she’ll sleep well tonight.

The steam from the bath fogs up every glass surface in the room, and Harry stays in there for a while to make sure it doesn’t overflow. As soon as it’s filled enough to cover them, he runs back into the room to help YN into the bathroom and letting her pee before letting her ease into the warm water.

Placing another kiss to her forehead, he informs her that he’ll be right back, running into his bedroom to change the sheets as she soaks for a few minutes. When he’s all done, he makes his way back into the bathroom before sliding into the bathtub behind her, wrapping his arms around her as she leans into his touch.

They just soak for a while, basking in each other’s presence and warmth. The quiet sound of the water swishing back and forth occasionally is all they can hear besides each other’s breathing, and it’s so comfortable and relaxing that YN starts to fall asleep right there in his arms.

Harry takes that as his queue to get her cleaned up, gently washing in between her legs before cleaning the rest of her. He decides they’ll shower in the morning for their hair, and he climbs from the warm water before helping her out and drying them off. As soon as they’re dry, the two make their way back to his bedroom and climb into bed, not even bothering to clothe themselves.

Harry switched off the lights and it’s like magic; they instantaneously fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the warm pillows and they are wrapped in each other’s embrace. Soft, exhausted snores fill his bedroom all the way until the early morning when the two wake up and prepare for a day alone together.

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for @jimimn ♡ [cr. onextime91, namuspromised, moajmjk00]

thinking abt laving my tongue all over hee's cute pink tip... his thighs would shake so hard & he'd thrash & whine so loud SIGHS

he's a messy baby and would cum all over your tongue while whimpering and apologizing for being not being able to control himself, he'd have the prettiest noises i mean, just listen to this </3

my babies 🥺❤️‍🩹

he knows he’s fine